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[alwayssnivellus]

burning hot

Howzer x f!reader | Fireball x f!reader | Howzer x reader x Fireball

ao3 | masterlist

The senator you work for assigned you to go to the clone base on Teth, where your primary job as a relations specialist has you venturing outside the job description.

It's been a while - but I just couldn't get these two out of my head. spoilers for the bad batch s3e6&7. 18+ only. explicit. oral. piv. a hint of creampie and a sprinkle of light choking. everything is consensual. almost getting caught. getting caught a little. after care and mention of the color system. a little bit of a threesome. I don't ship clones. no love triangle. reader is f! but no physical description is mentioned. It's been a long time since I've had to tag anything so please let me know if I need to add something. not gonna add user tags because I don't know who's out there anymore lol. enjoy the 10.5k words of smut with plot :)

Never would you have thought you’d one day travel to Wild Space, and yet here you are, just having entered the purplish atmosphere of a planet called Teth. You’re not traveling alone, though; you’re surrounded by a couple security guards of the senator you all work for, along with a few clones, although these particular clones are not soldiers of the Empire; they’re fighting back just as your Senator is, among a few others who remain in office. Your job is one that your Senator has entrusted to you when this all began, which is to facilitate communications and gather information for your office. Essentially, you speak with the clones about their experiences with the Empire, and see if there’s anything there that would help their case in the Senate, and eventually, to hopefully cast a light on the Empire’s crimes.

“We’re almost to the landing zone,” the pilot, a clone named Gregor, calls. Through the transparisteel you see the abandoned Monastery come into view, sitting atop a steep, mountainous pillar. Apparently, this is where the clones have set up their operations – their base. You figure it’s a good location because of how remote it is, being way out in Wild Space where the Empire’s shadow does not reach. 

As the doors open and the ramp lowers, you see the several men who have been awaiting your arrival at the landing zone. Most of them, the ones who surround the pathway with their blasters held at ease, are in their helmets – but there are two clones in front of you without their helmets, one you quickly recognize as the Captain Rex. 

You blink.

You know the other helmetless man, his hairstyle exactly the same as it was the day he was rescued, though now he’s in a full kit of armor, strapped with weapons. Your heart does a little flip at the sight of him. He looks good, you note. Healthier than the day you met him, and judging by the operation they have going on here, he’s been keeping busy. 

Debarking the ship, you follow closely behind your security. You try not to linger too long on the giddiness you feel of seeing him again, but as you’re walking by, you see his eyes briefly widen with the realization of who you are.

He remembers you.

You first met Captain Howzer several months back, on the day he was rescued. Tagging along with your boss and security, you finally were able to meet the men who were the talk amongst the office: The rogue clones who were fighting back against the Empire. The garage in the lower levels of Coruscant was filled with these clones, some who were recently rescued and the ones who’d already been in the fight. On the day you met Howzer, you were getting to know the men who’d just been rescued that very day–him being one of them–by hearing their stories and gathering as much information as you could for your office, jotting down anything of note that could help the clones’ case in the Senate.

When you spoke with their captain, Howzer, you could tell he was angry – resentful. He told you all about how he’d been arrested back on Ryloth for merely opposing an order that was just plain wrong. Dissidence. He’d been arrested with several of his men who’d laid down their arms in solidarity, only to have been rescued with a saddening two who’d survived the year-long imprisonment. 

The two of you spoke for what felt like hours – long after the garage had cleared out of visitors and others had fallen asleep. You weren’t sure what it was – but you were feeling a pull – one that brought you closer and closer to him until the both of you felt the unspoken. He was flashing you a look – and that’s what did you in.

Howzer fucked you in a supply closet that evening.

It was quick and desperate. Howzer had you pinned to the back wall of that supply closet just moments after he'd followed your invitation inside. As you quickly worked your bottoms off, Howzer's desperation was blatant, his cock straining against those tight gray pants he'd been wearing since the rescue. His hands were quick and his movements were sloppy yet he still was able to expertly find every little thing that got you off. At one point, Howzer had you bent over the counter of a shelving unit, roughly pounding you from behind with his hand pressed against your mouth. His normally perfectly styled hair was falling out of place, strands hanging down his sweat-slicked forehead. He had you seeing stars quicker than you’d anticipated, and when he was nearly at his own climax, he pulled out of you and finished off into the palm of his hand, punctuating the moment with a slap to your ass and a soft, breathy kiss to your temple that juxtaposed it all. 

You’ve been working alongside clones for over a year now–since your boss had decided to covertly join the fight–and you’ve gotten to meet many of these familiar yet unique faces. It’s never been the way it was with Captain Howzer, though – not that you’re looking for that. However, since meeting him that evening, you always had the teeniest of hopes that you’d see him around again. 

And now, several months later, you’ve run into him here on Teth.

You try to hide your growing smile by pressing your lips together and looking down at your feet as you walk. His boots fall in line behind you, and not even several steps later, he clears his throat.

“Remember me?” 

His voice comes from behind you, gruff and playful at the same time, loud enough for only you to hear. You turn your head to the side to catch a glimpse of him from where he’s following behind you, his lips quirked at the corners.

You keep your voice low, glancing behind you as you walk. “Captain Howzer,” you greet simply.

He hums.

“Almost didn’t recognize you without the Imperial prison uniform,” you add.

Howzer lets out a wry laugh. “Felt real good to finally get out of those grays,” he tells you. “Felt even better to get back into my armor again.”

The group pauses, the leaders awaiting the doors to open.

“Glad to see you’re doing better,” you add, turning to face him fully. “This is quite the operation you guys have going on here.”

You swear you see Howzer briefly check you out, subtly eyeing you from head to toe. He grins. “So, what brings you here?”

“A job for the Senator. Apparently I’m good at getting you clones to share your stories and experiences.”

It’s the truth–that’s why you were assigned here for a while–but you’re also laying down little hints, something you know isn’t very professional of you but Howzer’s already reeled in.

He laughs at that, picking it up quickly. “I’ll say. I’d be happy to share even more with you.”

Barely minutes into a conversation with him and you’re already getting worked up, heat building in your lower stomach. “And I’d be happy to listen, Captain. That’s what I’m here for, after all.”

Howzer pitches his voice even lower. “How long will you be here for? You know, to listen?”

“Oh, that depends on how much you lot have to share.”

The same look appears in his eyes from your interaction all those months ago – the look that led the two of you into that supply closet. Even as the group continues inside, you can still feel his eyes on you. 

“Once you’re settled, ma’am,” he says just a little louder, playing the part, “I’d be happy to brush you up on our progress here. For the Senator, that is.”

You once again fight to hide your knowing smile. “I’d be happy to listen, Captain Howzer. I’ll find you once I’ve settled in?”

He exhales deeply, a sly grin on his lips. “How about I give you a tour of the place first?”

Impatient. 

But, honestly, so are you.

You look to your security and they nod in unison, and they step off to the side with a group of clones who are huddled over by the scanners. 

You follow Howzer all the way to a seemingly unused doorway. He pushes it with some force to get it to budge, opening it up to the stairwell spiraling against the inner walls of the spire. The only lighting within the stairwell comes from the torch he just clicked on, and he takes your hand, guiding you down the spiraling steps until reaching the next platform. He sets the torch down and holds your shoulders, and you pull yourself closer to him.

“You know what’s been on my mind since seeing you come off the ship?” Howzer slips his hands under your shirt, teasing his way up to your chest. You gasp at his touches, legs already feeling like jelly. 

“Tell me.”

He leans in. “How good you felt wrapped around my cock.”

You can tell just how wet you are already, and after waiting so many months to see him again, you’re growing impatient. 

“I’m having a hard time remembering that,” you tease. “Maybe you could jog my memory?”

Even in the dim light you are able to see just how dark Howzer’s eyes get, the shadows of his face deepening with the expression of lust etching in his handsome features. 

“Get your clothes off. Now.”

You start with your bottoms, pulling them off leaving yourself completely bare and exposed to the chilled air of the stairwell. Howzer doesn't take the time to remove all of his armor, only focusing on the parts that would get in the way. Before you can remove your shirt, Howzer stops you, his cock already hardened and in his hand.

“That’s good for now,” he orders breathily. Back against the stone wall, you bend your leg at the knee and Howzer takes it to hold against his armored hip as he guides his cock between your legs.

“You’re so wet,” he comments in a voice far too deep. He nudges into you, and the feeling was an incredibly missed one. “Gonna take me so well, baby. Just like you did before.” 

“Howzer…”

“Hang on to me.”

You wrap your arms around his neck and Howzer hoists you up, effectively impaling you on his cock in the process. You cry out, the sound echoing throughout the stairwell.

“Gotta be a little quieter than that,” he chuckles confidently. “I haven’t even moved yet, pretty girl.” He kisses you then, his lips too soft for what you know is to come. “Promise me you’ll stay quiet. Can’t have anyone hear us down here.”

“Promise.”

With your back pressed against the wall and your entire lower half suspended in air by Howzer’s strong grip, you press your lips tightly together, and nod to give him the go ahead. 

Howzer adjusts his grip and starts to move. He snaps his hips roughly, creating repetitive echoes of the sounds throughout the stairwell. Armor on skin. It’s only slightly uncomfortable, but you’re too lost in the feeling of him fucking you again to care about anything else. Your head falls back against the stone wall but Howzer won’t have that. 

Between heavy breaths, he brings you back. “Eyes on me.”

When you meet his eyes again, you start to crumble. Even in this state they’re still such a soft, inviting brown, and you practically allow yourself to drown in them as you both near the finish. He sets you down on shaky legs, and turns you around. You present your ass to him, arching your back the way you know he likes. Howzer chuckles at that and quickly lines himself up to enter you again.

“Gonna paint this pretty ass,” he promises through gritted teeth. 

The change of angle sends you into a frenzy, only this time, you’re able to cover your mouth.

The way Howzer fucks you is so needy and frantic, everything that was pent-up driving the way he snaps his hips and grips your skin. You can feel him everywhere – consuming you. Your body starts to shake when your orgasm hits and Howzer can feel it – it affects the speed of his movements with how tight you start to clench around him.

“Fuck – that’s it – so tight.” He groans – a syrupy rumble in his throat. “Feels even better than I remember. Shit.”

You quiver as Howzer yanks his cock from you. The feeling of the loss is soon replaced by the feeling of his cum spurting onto your skin, the sensation making you moan. You must look like quite a sight, because he keeps humming and groaning quietly as he continues to fist his cock, milking every last drop onto your skin. 

Howzer pulls a small cloth from one of his pouches and wipes you off with it, helping you stand upright on your shaky legs. He starts to reattach his kit to his armor as you pull your bottoms back on, doing your best to fix yourself up without a mirror. 

“Now that we got that out of the way…” The both of you laugh before you continue, “Wanna actually share with me some useful information that I can relay to my boss?”

Howzer wipes his forehead – combs his fingers through his hair. “That I can do.”

-

It’s been a few weeks since you got to the base, and you’ve been welcomed by all as if you were one of them. 

You’re all on the same side here. 

You even have your own room, a place to retreat to when you need some privacy, and the men set up sleeping arrangements in there for you as well. You contact your office once a rotation to keep them up to date, though there hasn’t been much to tell as of yet. What you do know is that the clones are planning something big, a mission to help free more of their brothers, and you suppose you’re going to be here until that becomes more defined. Your security–well, they’re the Senator’s security–left after the first day because they were really only there to protect you, a member of the Senator’s staff, while traveling to Teth. After they did their job, they left, leaving you to do your job in peace.

Since your first day, you’ve gotten to know quite a few of the men who are stationed here, and you’ve been able to speak to the leadership as well as the ones who normally stay back while a certain few others come and go, whether it be with the leaders or on their own respective missions. Captain Howzer is one of the men who come and go, mostly staying at the side of Rex, the clone captain who was the original contact of your boss, the reason why you got into this job in the first place. 

You stay inside of the Monastery, not being a huge fan of the climate outside the stone walls. What you do enjoy is stepping outside to see the sunset and watching how the two moons rise into the mauve sky, when the humidity isn’t at its peak. Otherwise, you’d never venture out into the tangly jungle, or dare to climb the rocky terrain by yourself. 

When Captain Howzer is around, though – you end up wandering off to places you normally would never go on your own. He keeps you busy, even when you both have some downtime from your duties. 

Your secret encounters started off with him simply sneaking into your room at a time when nobody would ask questions. Then, it became him guiding you to remote locations within the base grounds, like the leech vessel that remains safely docked halfway down the spire, or even the transport ship that’s been under maintenance. You’ve even found yourselves behind closed doors in the communications room in the dead of night, riding his lap in one of the chairs. It’s always been quick sex so as to not get caught, but there’s a connection there that has you both feeling its pull. He always finds you before leaving for a mission, and never fails to pay you a visit once he’s back and debriefed. Hells, Howzer even kisses you like he misses you, but it’s just physical, and has to stay that way.

Currently, Captain Howzer and several others are away – gone for the past few rotations. To be completely honest, without him as an obvious distraction, you’ve been able to really focus on your job. 

You’ve just gotten off a call with your office and are finishing typing out notes into your datapad, when Fireball, one of the clones who was rescued from an Imperial prison transport nearly a year ago, calls out to you from the kitchen.

“Chow time!” 

A man who has quickly become one of your favorites, Fireball has long been the elected sous-chef around here, gladly taking up the responsibility of feeding his brothers when Captain Gregor is away. He’s cooked for you every day since you got here, making the dishes just as spicy and flavorful as you like. Not only have the two of you bonded over the food, you’re sometimes the only two inside of the main area of the base while everyone is either keeping up with their own duties around base or off-world on a mission. In those moments, Fireball has been able to really dig deep into his past experiences with you, sharing some of the more painful details that he’d otherwise keep buried and repressed. It isn’t always gloomy conversation, though; he is quite funny and keeps you entertained with cheerful anecdotes from his days as a soldier of the Republic. You’ve truly started to look forward to eating and chatting with Fireball. 

With a smile, you set down your datapad and head to the kitchen, where Fireball starts to shovel out stew from a pot into a bowl for you.

“Smells delicious,” you tell him appreciatively, taking the warm bowl from him. “Thank you, Fireball.”

“You’re very welcome.” He returns your smile, offering you a seat at the table. “I think I’m getting the hang of this cooking thing. Gregor taught me some of his recipes and I’ve enjoyed making them my own.” He sits down beside you at the table, watching you take your first bite with his brows raised. “This is my take on tiingilar – added my own modifications. What do you think?”

The warm colors of the vegetables and the spicy scent of the steam rising from the surface really add to the flavor of the bite, all of it coming together and melting right into your mouth.

“Wow – this is good. You really know how to win over a woman’s heart, Fireball.”

You could swear you see his cheeks darken with a blush, his eyes casting downward as he takes a few bites of his own. “It’s the Captain who’s won you over, from what I’ve been hearing,” he then adds with a chuckle. “Howzer’s been asking about you every time he makes contact. I should know – I mostly man comms around here.” 

It’s your turn to blush, your cheeks heating with the comment. “I-It’s not like that,” you stammer awkwardly, failing to defend yourself. “I’ve been helping h– talking him through some things.” Fireball looks amused, still slurping on his stew and watching you trip over your words. “I– we– I mean not we, but– ”

“Hey, don’t worry about it,” he interrupts, waving you off. “I haven't spoken a word to anyone about your relationship with the Captain.”

You freeze.

“...Relationship?”

Fireball leans close, pitching his voice low. “I know about you two.” Your heart nearly drops, but he’s quick to offer you relief. “Howzer told me. He wanted to make sure that if anyone found out, I’d catch the chatter first on comms. I know it probably wouldn't be very beneficial for your office to find out.”

“Oh, well, thanks.” You wipe the embarrassment from your face. “How long have you known?” Taking a heaping bite, you purposefully avoid his eyes. 

“Well, I've known ever since I sort of walked in on the two of you last week.”

You almost choke on the bite. “What?”

“In the comms room,” he quickly adds. “I’m normally up to check the channels every hour. I could hear the two of you behind the closed door, thankfully, before I could open it.”

“Shit. Sorry.”

“No need to apologize,” he chuckles. “I’m just glad Howzer’s in a better mood overall. Now I can figure that’s because of you.”

You blink at him. Something sits wrong in your gut, and it’s not the stew. The last thing you want is for the guys here to think of you as a piece of meat – someone who is only here to offer them relief in a physical way. If word got out about what you and Captain Howzer have been getting up to, not only would that tarnish the view of you in the clones’ eyes, but would cost you your job for sure. 

“Hey, I was sent here to help all of you – to offer an ear for your experiences but while also taking down anything of note to help the cause for not just my people but yours as well.” You sit up straighter, setting the spoon down. “We are all on the same side here, but I’m not just– not just a booty call.”

“No, that’s not what I meant, I’m sorry,” Fireball amends, his hand coming to rest over your own. “I know why you’re here. You helped me on the day I was rescued, too.” He smiles. “I haven’t forgotten about what you did for me on my first day of freedom, how you showed compassion and empathy towards what I’d gone through with the Empire.”

You soften then, offering an apologetic smile. You remember Fireball, meeting him in the same garage in the lower levels of Coruscant only a few months prior to Howzer’s rescue. “I’m glad I was able to help.”

A silent minute goes by then, the two of you finishing up your stew. When you take the last bite, he collects your empty bowl, making the short walk to the kitchen and setting them in a pile to be cleaned later. 

“You being present, eating with me says more than you know,” Fireball adds after taking his seat beside you once again. “Normally I’m by myself in here when the leadership is away, back and forth between keeping the others fed and monitoring communications.”

You nod along with his words, unable to hide your growing smile stemming from your heated cheeks. Fireball continues and you listen.

“It’s just nice to have somebody to talk to, somebody different.” He rubs at the back of his neck, flashing you a bashful grin. “It doesn't hurt that you’re beautiful, too. I understand why Howzer’s so taken with you.”

Something clicks then. 

You’ve developed a crush on Fireball. 

It makes sense – him being someone who’s always there, someone who you’re always looking forward to chatting with. Of course he’s attractive, but it’s not just the exterior you admire about him; you truly appreciate who he is as a person – the decisions he made leading up to his turn against the Empire. Sacrifice. Heart. He’s brave and resilient. Maybe you’re just being silly, but you think he feels some type of way about you as well. 

You and Howzer aren’t a thing. It’s okay to feel something for somebody else.

“I have to confess something,” you say to him, locking eyes with his curious ones, rounding as you begin to speak. “The guys here are so lucky to have you on their side. You’re a real catch – and honestly, any woman would be lucky to have you, too.”

The mood suddenly changes – the air charged. You want him, you decide. You briefly reason with yourself that this would not go against what you were saying before, about how you don’t want to sully the guys’ opinions of you by offering yourself up like this. This – this is different. You feel a connection with Fireball, one that’s full of tension that’s ready to snap at any moment. It’s too strong to turn your head away from, and you’re well aware the man sitting beside you feels the very same.

“Oh yeah?” Fireball bites his lip – runs his fingers through his hair. His voice lowers, gruffer and thick. The sound of it goes through your core. “Any woman?”

You take a beat, your heart thumping in your chest. He’s gotten closer – subtly leaning toward you. His hand slowly comes up, fingers gently pinching your chin.

“Say it, beautiful.”

You know he can do more than just cook and make you laugh – a man who is competent with more than just incendiary weapons. He’s been holding something back for a long time, you just know it.

“I want you,” you confess, your voice barely above a whisper. 

And you want him to let loose.

“Stand up.” 

Even though his voice came out just as quiet as yours, his tone was firm and certain, nothing to defy. You’re quick to stand, and in seconds Fireball is standing as well, his hands grasping your upper arms. You blink at him, awaiting for what should come next. You sense that he’s going to be the one calling the shots here – guiding you exactly where he wants you to go. He may not be part of the leadership around here but he sure as hell is in charge at this very moment. His eyes are deep in thought, that much you can tell. You figure he’s trying to decide on where to start, and the anticipation is making you clench around nothing.

Finally, his eyes make a decision, his hands offering your arms a gentle squeeze.

“Turn around.”

You oblige, awaiting further guidance. 

“I also have something to confess,” Fireball says, his lips just behind your ear. You hold your breath as his hands travel all over your body, his touches featherlight and teasing. “I’ve wanted you for a while. Ever since you got here, maybe even before, when I’d heard you’d be joining us for a while.”

“Oh yeah?”

He bends you over the table in one motion, and pulls your bottoms down to your knees in the next. You swallow thickly as his discarded gloves plop beside you on the tabletop. Breathlessly glancing over your shoulder, you catch sight of him slowly crouching down, his face just inches away from your bare skin. 

“Yeah. And when I heard you and the Captain in the comms room last week, I had to find someplace quick to work one out. Couldn’t get the sounds you were making out of my head.”

Fireball caresses your skin, his fingers coming close to your folds. Knowing he’s that close to touching you where you want makes you clench, a sight that he appreciates. 

“Has… Howzer ever tasted you before?”

The question alone makes you whimper. 

“N–no. Not yet.”

He only hums at that.

“Fireball – touch me, please.”

He continues to tease you, fingers gently prodding through your folds. The soft squelching sound of your arousal heats your face. Growing impatient and desperate for something more, you wiggle your hips, hoping to hint at him to stop teasing and get to it.

“You said to touch you, beautiful, and I am touching you. If you’re wanting something else, I need to hear you ask nicely.”

You could almost roll your eyes at that, but you’re far too worked up to be a brat. You know from experience that certain behaviors, though they can be fun, won’t get you very far.

“Please put your mouth on me. I want to feel your mouth on me, please.”

His response to you is a throaty chuckle, soon followed by exactly what you asked for. When he finally puts his mouth on you, you nearly cry out in relief. 

He starts slow – still teasing while giving you the bare minimum. His lips plant little kisses to the backs of your thighs and all over your folds, his hands holding your hips steady. You’re so worked up that even the small amount he’s granting you is almost enough, but knowing what’s still to come, your body aches for more. 

“Fireball, please, more.”

“I appreciate the manners.” You feel him chuckle again behind you, the vibrations even more teasing. Finally, you feel his tongue poke out between his lips, prodding through your folds. 

You slam your hand against the tabletop. “Oh, fuck.”

He hums in satisfaction, quickly losing himself in your taste. Fireball practically latches his mouth to your pussy, his tongue vigorously working its way through and between your folds. The suction of your clit caught in his lips nearly ends you right then and there, but sensing that you’re incredibly close, he removes his mouth from you and instead stands. Disappointed, you turn your head to face him, catching sight of him wiping his mouth and removing the guard on his armor. 

“I need to know what you feel like wrapped around me, beautiful.”

Seemingly awaiting your approval, Fireball runs his fingers through his hair, holding his hardened cock in his other hand. You gulp at the size of him, flushed and leaking. You haven't even touched him and he looks like he’s about to bust, his own arousal coming from just the taste of you.

“Fuck me, then.”

He hums.

You feel the head of his cock slide through the mess he made between your legs, and as he pushes himself in the slightest, you can’t help the shudder that rips through your body. He’s big, and even though you’re more than wet enough to take him, you’re clenching too much in anticipation. 

He laughs at that – soft and sweet yet full of cockiness. 

“Easy, darling. Barely even inside of you yet.” Fireball groans, the sound of it sending even more heat to your core. “Take a deep breath for me.”

You do, and he feeds his cock into you in that very breath. 

“I won’t last very long,” he tells you once his armored hips are flush with your rear. “You feel too incredible.”

He starts to thrust then, slowly at first and even at the current pace you’re losing your mind. He’s so deep inside of you that you can feel him in your stomach. You don’t realize just how silent you’ve been through it all–too focused on holding your breath and keeping the noise to a minimum–until Fireball comments on it, briefly pausing and checking in to make sure you’re okay.

“‘M fine,” you assure him. Your hand finds his own from where it's grabbing your hip – extra reassurance. “Faster. Go faster. Please.”

You’re guided into a standing position, your back meeting the cool, hard armor covering his body. Fireball’s hand wraps around your throat, not squeezing with too much pressure but it's very much there. His other hand finds its way between your legs, rubbing at your clit to match his increasing speed. It isn’t long until you’re crying out in ecstasy into the palm of your head, tears brimming in your eyes at the intensity of it all. When you climax, Fireball feels it for sure, his own cresting at breakneck speed.

“Where do you want me,” he breathily gasps into your ear, still rubbing your clit into overstimulation. You don’t have it in you to care though, legs wavering from your ongoing climax. 

“Inside,” you whimper. “I have the implant.”

“Fuck, okay.”

Fireball cums inside of you – and the feeling is indescribable. 

Never before have you been with a partner who felt like this during an orgasm. He makes the most sinful of noises as his cock swells deep inside of you, his body shaking against yours. He pants into your ear while your entire cunt heats with his amount of release, enough of it to seep out even with his cock still fully inside of you, feeling it trickle down your thighs.

Fireball bends you down against the table once again when he pulls out, a gush of warmth following. Crouched down to watch his handiwork, he swipes his fingers through some of the mess along your inner thighs, bringing it back to where it belongs.

“Messy girl. Took me so well.” He stands, guiding you back to your feet, “Fuck, you’re perfect.”

“Anybody could have walked in on us,” you laugh breathlessly, that very realization making you quick in redressing, not caring about the mess still dribbling down your thighs and now soaking your underwear.

Tucking himself back into his undersuit and reattaching his guard piece, Fireball blinks dreamily at you. You’re pulled in by the look in his eyes, full of satisfaction and adoration. Your lips meet then, a passionate kiss that punctuates the moment perfectly.

“I should get to the comms,” he tells you almost apologetically. You nod in understanding, meeting his lips for another kiss. “See you around?”

“Of course,” you reply. “Looking forward to our next meal and conversation.” 

The unspoken third activity hangs in the air, Fireball grinning knowingly at the implication.

-

It wasn’t even an hour later when some of the others came back to base after being away for a few rotations. You heard the team return, conversations loud enough to sound as if they were occurring just outside your room. Something about running into another shadow – those assassins you’ve been briefed on. Figuring this is a conversation you should be apart of, you gather your datapad and go to head out the door.

Right as you’re opening the door, Howzer is there.

“Welcome back,” you tell him with a hint of surprise in your voice, not at all expecting him to be right there. “I was just coming out to see what was going on.”

“We’ll debrief you later. Rex and Gregor have other business to attend to at the moment.”

You set down your datapad. “Oh, okay. Well, if you’re hungry, there’s a huge pot of tiingilar on the stove that was made about an hour ago. Should still be pretty warm–”

Howzer interrupts you when his lips passionately meet yours. 

“There’s only one thing I’m hungry for,” he mumbles against your lips, quickly shutting the door behind him. “And she’s standing right here in front of me.”

You giggle at that, once again being swept off your feet when Howzer’s lips reconnect with yours. It happens so fast – his hands roaming your body. Too lost in the feeling of his mouth on yours and his tongue tasting your lips you don’t realize one of his hands has already lost a glove and found its way into your pants until you jolt from the sensation. Your reaction makes Howzer pause, a curious brow raised. 

You never cleaned yourself up from earlier. A request to make contact with your office had come in immediately following what took place in the kitchen, and you were so consumed with work that you completely forgot to take care of yourself. 

And Howzer noticed. 

“What’s the matter? A little sensitive down there, baby?”

You only manage a nod, bashfully smiling through it against his lips. Howzer continues, only now his fingers move your soaked panties to the side. He pauses again, this time pulling his face from yours. 

“Oh?” He hums playfully, narrowing his eyes yet still keeping his cocky smirk. “You're a mess.” 

His fingers slip inside you with ease, and his eyes widen. You choke on a gasp when his fingers pull from you, his hand raising up between your faces for you both to see. Coated on his digits is the creamy film of a mixture of releases, and some of it still dripping from your pussy from what happened between you and Fireball.

“Now who did this?”

Howzer once again lowers his hand and slips his fingers inside of you, pulling them out only to swipe at your sensitive clit. The motions make your body jolt again, and he takes notice, clicking his tongue disapprovingly.

“Here I was thinking you took care of yourself because you’re just so needy.” He shakes his head, his tongue coming to wet his lips. “Now I see I’m not the only one you’re fucking around here.”

Howzer wipes his hand onto his glove, his eyes never leaving yours. Guilt and shame immediately flood your entire body – but you’re unsure why. You and Howzer aren’t a thing – nothing official. So why does he sound so–not angry, not upset–disappointed?  

He tilts his head, a cocky look once again appearing on his face as he watches you.  

“Hey, it's okay,” he tells you genuinely, reaching for your arms and pulling you towards him. He guides you toward a wall, your back firmly pressed against it. “I don't mind sharing. Why don't you tell me who it was, baby? Tell me who beat me into cumming in this perfect pussy while I was away.”

Crouching down, Howzer guides your bottoms off, pulling them from your feet and tossing it all to the side. He watches how you squirm under his gaze, his eyes taking note of every detail from the encounter you had. 

“Couldn't have been Gregor,” he comments absently, swiping his fingers through your mess. He plants a kiss to an unsullied part of your inner thigh. “Couldn't have been Rex, either.”

The very names of both captains being used in this context makes you shiver, the thought of either of them touching you in such a way heating you up inside. They’re both incredibly competent – strong – skilled. You’re sure they’d completely and utterly ruin you for anybody else. 

Howzer chuckles at your reaction and stands up, his hand still toying with you. “It wasn't them but I can tell you wouldn't mind that, hm? Such a filthy, needy girl. You'd take all of us at one time if that were possible, wouldn't you?”

The thought truly never crossed your mind until now – something to revisit later. You’re getting yourself into trouble – the best kind. You’re afraid of getting addicted to the feeling of these men touching you, first Howzer and then Fireball. They may be clones, but from what you can tell so far, they do things in their own, unique ways. You’d be lying if you said that you weren’t at all curious about how the others would handle you – if they’d take you roughly, tenderly – if they’d use their mouth on you or speak filth into your ear. 

Your own fantasies scare you – threatening to make you lose sight of who you are and why you’re here. The most debauched of images flash into your mind – a scene of multiple men of this base taking turns using you in any way they desire. 

Fingers slowly thrusting into you as he awaits your response, you gasp out a shaky “Yes”, making Howzer bite his lip.

He peers at you with darkened eyes. “We can discuss that later.”

But he's not finished questioning you yet.

“Was it Greer? Samson?” Howzer’s hand quickens, fingers plummeting harder into you. He curls them, too – massages the spot that makes your brain fuzzy. Lips brushing against your jaw, he continues to rattle off a few more familiar names, but you shake your head at each of them.

“Nemec?”

No.

“Fireball?”

When you finally hear his name, you can't help but gasp. Howzer catches on, humming thickly at your wordless confession.

“Ah, I see. I'm sure he was good to you, baby, so why are you this needy and wanting more?” 

Howzer removes his hand then, instead heading over toward the door, leaving you pantsless and unfulfilled. 

“Howzer, please.” 

Hand reaching for the door controls, he turns his head over his shoulder. “Why don't I call Fireball in here so he can properly take care of you, hm? Seems you were left unsatisfied.”

When you don't respond right away, Howzer approaches you, his face serious and concerned. He takes your hand. “If this is too much, please let me know. It's all just talk if that's what you're comfortable with. We don't need to take it further.”

“I appreciate your caution. I really do – but I'm fine with it, Howzer.”

“You're sure?”

“I– I like that idea,” you admit quietly. 

Howzer raises an intrigued brow.

You feed into it then, reiterating the foundation of all this talk.

“I let Fireball cum inside of me.” 

“I know, baby. Want to tell me what else he did?”

“He ate me out from behind and fucked me against the kitchen table.”

Howzer’s eyes widen at your confession but narrow just as quickly, seemingly disapproving of the carelessness you displayed. Every encounter you had with Howzer so far has been off the beaten path, definitely not in a common area in the middle of the day no less. 

He shakes his head.

“Anybody could have walked in on you two.”

It was risky – but exciting.

You bite your lip at the memory.

“I know.”

“When was this?”

“About an hour ago.”

Letting out a deep sigh, Howzer puts his hands on his hips, tilting his head to the side in thought. He watches you intently with his lips twisted. “Hm. Clean yourself up, then take off your clothes and get on the bed. I'll be back soon, okay?” 

You nod, Howzer kissing you before throwing out one last command: “And don’t touch yourself.”

Body shaking and your heart pounding with anticipation, you quickly clean yourself up with a damp rag and shed the rest of your clothing before getting into your bed, just as you were instructed. Implications of Howzer’s final comments to you has you spiraling, different scenarios coming to the forefront of your mind. He’s going to get Fireball, you know it. He’s going to bring him right here to you, and the two of them will take turns with you – or, maybe, they’ll use you at the same time.

Your pussy flutters at that idea.

You try your hardest to present yourself in the best way for their return, propping yourself up against your pillows and wrapping the blanket around parts of you that they would have to remove themselves to expose you. It’s a lengthy twenty or so minutes until Howzer returns, but just as you thought, Fireball’s right at his side. 

“Hello, boys,” you say in the sweetest voice you can muster, despite the small amount of disappointment for the wait. Their eyes flash the very same dark shade of desire, pooling deep in those soft brown eyes they share. 

“Sorry for keeping you waiting, darling. I made sure no one would be around. Had to make up an excuse to borrow Fireball for the evening.”

“You didn’t touch yourself while you were waiting, did you, beautiful?”

Your eyes flicker to Fireball, shaking your head no.

“Good girl. Following orders so well already.”

Howzer agrees and starts to undo his holsters and the rest of his armor, Fireball wordlessly following the other in preparation. Neither of them take their eyes off of you for too long, staring at you as if they mean to devour you completely.

And you think they just might. 

Dressed only in their undersuits now, Howzer doesn’t break eye contact with you as he addresses the other, gesturing to you with a jolt of his chin.

“Fireball, she told me what you did out in the kitchen, where anybody could have walked right in,” he begins, that same firm, disapproving tone present in his voice as it was with you. “Now, I want you to show me exactly what you did to make our girl so damn messy.”

Our girl. 

You could get used to this.

“Of course.” Fireball grins. “I’d be happy to.”

You bite your lip at Fireball as he approaches, but you glance quickly to Howzer, who has decided to sit this one out in the chair against the wall. 

His eyes don’t leave you, though. He’s going to watch.

“A proper bed,” Fireball comments, caressing your cheek in the palm of his hand. He rips the blanket from your body and leans toward your ear, lowering his voice so only you can hear. “I can’t wait to break you apart. I’m going to ruin you, beautiful.”

Your heart skips a beat, then Howzer speaks up in the background almost knowingly. “We all know the color system, correct?” 

Not looking towards the man in the chair, you nod, Fireball nodding along with you. 

“Good.” 

With that, Howzer leans back, legs spread. You can already see the outline of his cock straining in his skin-tight pants.

He wants a show, and you’re going to give him one.

That is, if Fireball doesn’t destroy you first. 

“I can’t believe how messy you were,” Fireball comments in disbelief as his hand slips between your legs. “Kept me inside of you that whole time, even let Howzer finger you like that.” He continues stroking you, paying extra attention to your clit. “Spread your legs this way,” he directs, angling your body so you’re exposed to Howzer. Fireball teases you in the same fashion as he did just a little while earlier, planting kisses all over your thighs and folds until you’re begging him for more. Howzer, meanwhile, has started to palm himself over his clothes, watching with his lips parted.

The extra pair of eyes on you turns you on even more. 

“Fireball, use your tongue like you did before.”

He smacks his lips, squeezing your thigh in warning. “Now, now, where are the manners you were using so politely before?”

You’re not in charge here. You never were.

“...Please.”

Satisfied, Fireball grins. “Good girl.”

He attacks your pussy with his tongue, only this time, he’s sloppier. Maybe it’s the change of angle, or maybe it’s the audience, but he’s using his tongue in a way that has your head spinning and hips bucking. Fireball seems to be spurred on by this, doubling his efforts and even using an arm to keep you pressed into the bed. He switches to suck vigorously at your clit before lapping at you and it’s already far too much. Your body is desperate for release. 

“I’m– I'm going to cum. Please let me cum. Please.”

He pulls his mouth from you, his lips smacking against your wet folds from a sloppy kiss. Wiping his mouth, he flashes you a devilish grin.

“Not yet. You’re going to cum on my cock, just like before.”

Defeated, you flop your head back onto the bed, your climax receding. You know that the disappointment won’t last for long, though. 

Fireball stands, kicking his bottoms all the way off and peeling his shirt off over his head. You’re granted a perfect view of his entire body, the muscles and hair and soft patches making your head spin. You even discover he has a tattoo – a rather large piece that starts from his hip and travels up his side, the shape of flames twisting around to his pectoral. 

You go to adjust, to change position, but Fireball stops you. “No, no. You lay just like that,” he tells you, guiding you back to where you were. “Hold your knees up for me. Good girl – just like that.” 

Still laying on your back, both men have a perfect view of your pussy, clenching with need before their eyes. 

Fireball leans down to your ear again, his cock hot and dragging heavy against your stomach. He’s so incredibly warm. “We’re going to give him a show. When I cum, I’m going to fill you, and you’re going to take it all like the good girl you are.”

You gasp at his filthy words of promise, but Fireball isn’t pleased with your lack of verbal response. He pinches your cheeks between his fingers, not hard, but definitely firm enough to get your attention. “You tell me if I’m going too rough,” he asks you sincerely. “I’m having fun with you, but stop me if it’s going over the line.” You nod weakly, desperate to feel him between your legs once again. He shakes his head. “Sweetheart, I need you to say it.”

“I’ll let you know,” you promise. “I’m green, Fireball.”

“Good.”

With that, he stands back up at the edge of the bed, scooping his hands under your rear and dragging you up above the edge. Your hands grab at your knees as instructed.

“Deep breath,” he commands, turning his head over his shoulder at Howzer, almost as if he’s giving him a pointer – a jab about his size. 

Your lower half hovering over the bed, you take that deep breath, already knowing what’s to come. Fireball impales you on his cock, sinking even deeper than before without the armor as a hindrance. Every part of his hips and groin make contact with your skin this time, including the maintained curls at the base of his cock. He holds there for a few moments, taking deep breaths, almost as if he’s composing himself. 

You once again glance at Howzer, his cock outside of his waistband now and being fisted by his hand. 

You could gush from the sight alone.

“I’m green,” you remind Fireball.

Sweat already starts to bead at his hairline, strands of hair falling out of place. He looks wrecked already and he hasn’t even begun moving yet. 

“You feel incredible like this,” he sighs in admiration. “I should just have you sit on my cock while I’m manning comms. Keep it warm for hours until you’re shaking.”

“Fuck, Fireball–”

“Yeah, would you like that, beautiful? To be my pretty little cockwarmer?”

“For fucks sake, enough,” Howzer growls out from behind him. “Just fuck her already, or step aside.”

You almost laugh at how Howzer’s impatience is somehow shorter than your own, but Fireball isn’t having it. He goes from zero to ten in seconds, pulling his cock all the way out before slamming back in. Your entire body jolts from each thrust, breaths being punched out of your lungs almost uncomfortably. The feeling of his cock knocking into the back wall of your cunt is all you can focus on, and as Fireball becomes more intense, he stalks talking. 

“Tell him, beautiful,” he begins, his skin slick with sweat and lips parted. “Tell him who the first one was to cum inside this pussy. Tell him who claimed you there first.”

You hear Howzer groan from behind him, and it spurs you on. You did want to give him a show, after all.

“You did, Fireball,” you choke out. “You did.”

“Damn right,” he continues, more hair falling out of place. “And I’m going to do it again, but you’re going to cum with me. You cum when I say and only when I say. Understood?”

“...Yes, sir.”

Your ranking comment seems to be one that does Howzer in, because you can hear the telltale sounds of the Captain cumming into his own hand. Fireball though, he takes your comment and runs with it, twisting his face into determination. The muscles of his abdomen flex violently as his thrusts change into quick jabs. He’s utterly disheveled, but he’s not done with you yet. 

“I can feel how close you are. You’re so fucking tight around my cock.”

You nod absently, too far gone to speak. There’s so much pressure built up inside of you that you feel you’ll burst at any moment; and that moment comes when Fireball’s fingers find your clit, rubbing at it in quick motions. 

“Cum. Now.”

You’re thankful to hear the words, because you fear you were about to anyway. You feel yourself gush around his cock, along with that familiar feeling of heat coming from his own release being pushed deep inside of you. You’re drunk on it – utterly lost in euphoria. Out of your body. The only thing keeping you tethered to reality is how Fireball caresses your cheeks, so incredibly tender compared to how he just handled you.

“You okay, beautiful?”

His eyes look wide with concern, full of fear that he crossed a line. You reassure him with the sincerest smile you can manage at the moment, your head still dizzy with endorphins. 

You then see Howzer appear beside Fireball, his face reading the same expression. 

You reach up to take Howzer’s hand. “You wanted Fireball to make a mess of me again,” you say quietly, still coming back to your body. “Look.”

Both men look at where you’re gesturing, their eyes blown wide and lips parting with a groan. You clench and relax your muscles, pearls of white seeping out from your swollen pussy and dripping onto the floor. You giggle tiredly at their shared reactions. 

“I know you need a break, baby,” Howzer says, running his hand along your thigh. “But I want you so bad right now.”

“Then have me,” you offer. “I promise I’m green, just a little tired is all.”

Fireball cleans himself off and starts to redress. “I’m going to get some water.” He hands Howzer a different rag and places a kiss on your forehead. “I’ll be back shortly.”

Howzer lifts you and lays you down the other way, your head now supported by pillows. He strips off his undersuit and takes his place beside you, one hand caressing different parts of your body while the other carefully runs the rag between your legs.

“You’re breathtaking,” he tells you. “And you looked so good getting fucked like that.” 

You smile at him, holding his chin in your hand, running your thumb along the scar. “I can’t believe you just watched,” you tease. “I almost expected you to push Fireball out of the way, especially after how impatient you got.”

He laughs at that. “I’ll still have you, baby. I’m not worried.”

“Have me now, Howzer.”

“You sure?”

“Please. I want you.”

“Okay, pretty girl. I’ll be gentle.”

Howzer climbs on top of you, holding your face in his hand as he swipes his cock through your folds. You wince at the sensation, far too oversensitive for any type of teasing. Even though he just came into his hand not long before you got yours, he’s already hard again, and easily slips inside of you. Both of you share a soft moan, Howzer’s eyes fluttering shut at the feel of you wrapped around him.

Your leg bent and held against his hip, he slowly starts to thrust, his heated chest pressed against yours. 

“I missed this,” he admits. “I thought about you a lot while I was away.”

“Fireball told me that you were asking about me every time you made contact.” You giggle when Howzer looks away in embarrassment, but your hand finds his scarred cheek, delicately redirecting his eyes to yours. “It was sweet.”

Howzer’s lips meet yours, his hips resuming that same, slow pace. It’s relaxed yet he’s still hitting so deep, a balming sensation that sends butterflies through your stomach.

A knock at your door makes you both pause briefly, but you soon recognize it as Fireball returning with water, and invite him in.

“Leave it on the table,” you direct Fireball. “And come over here.”

Howzer gives you a curious look, though not letting it faze his movements. Fireball obeys and is at your side in an instant. You take your hand from Howzer’s shoulder and instead reach for the waistband of Fireball’s undersuit. His brow raises, and this time, Howzer halts. 

“I want to suck your cock while Howzer fucks me.”

Both men once again widen their eyes.

“This is what I want,” you offer before either of them can object or make an argument for your sake. “Howzer, it’s okay, you can go a little harder. I know you want to.”

Howzer smirks at you and nods, adjusting himself to kneel upright so he can give you what both of you need. Fireball can’t help but reach for your breasts, running his hands all over your chest. You guide his cock out from his undersuit and he steps closer, resting a knee on the bed to get a good angle. 

“Howzer, I want you to cum inside of me. Fireball, I want you to cum on my tits.”

“Oh, fuck,” you hear one of them groan. 

Looking up at Fireball with pleading eyes, you open your mouth and extend your tongue. His jaw practically drops at your gesture, taking that as the goahead to feed his cock into your mouth. You taste the tang of release still clinging to his skin and you quickly start to crave it, your mouth watering for more.

Howzer resumes his own movements, his hands clinging to your hips like a vice. They both use you, one cock nudging the back of your throat while another punches into your gut. Howzer’s normally perfectly styled hair quickly becomes mussed from exertion, those combed strands collapsing down his forehead. 

Fireball thrusts into your mouth over and over again, drool starting to dribble down your cheek and chin. He keeps one hand occupied with squeezing your breasts while the other finds a home wrapped around your throat, just as it was earlier. That same tingly sensation floods your senses again from even the faintest of pressure offered, sending sparks to your core. 

“She’s so close,” Howzer tells the other, as if you aren’t there. 

Fireball smirks at that, squeezing your throat with just a little extra pressure.

“Fuck, do that again,” Howzer groans. “She liked that.” 

Fireball repeats the motion, squeezing then releasing, and each time you clench with the return of pressure. It’s so much and just when you thought you couldn’t possibly have another one in you, your third orgasm of the evening hangs right there, though this one doesn't feel as disastrous. You start to welcome it but hold back, awaiting permission.

“It’s okay, beautiful,” Fireball coos. “Cum for us.”

Howzer chimes in, slowing his thrusts and angling his hips upward to hit that spot he knows will send you over the edge. “C’mon, baby. You can cum.”

When it arrives, it washes over you like a cool, replenishing rain, different from the others that were burning hot and unforgiving. You feel at ease and brand new. You feel safe with these men, knowing they’d do anything to take care of you. As you start to come down from your relaxed high, the pair dote on you with praise and gentle touches, then switch their focus to finishing themselves. You help them get there anyway you can, adding in extra clenches for Howzer and tongue movements for Fireball. 

It isn’t much longer after that when Fireball pulls out of your mouth and pumps himself at the head, squeezing as his cock spurts his cum onto your chest. Howzer starts to crumble at the sight of the white ropes painting your breasts and drool coating your chin, and shortly after that, he’s burying himself as deep inside you as he can, pelvis flush with yours, and shakes and groans with his own release. 

Both of them looked wrecked yet so satisfied. They also share the same admiration in their eyes as they get you cleaned up and hydrated. 

Fireball sits at the edge of the bed, offering you and Howzer the blanket to cover up. 

“Can I ask you both a personal question?” You and Howzer glance at each other, nodding in unison to Fireball before he continues. “What started…” he gestures with his hands to the two of you lying beside one another in bed, “...This?”

“We actually met several months ago,” you start to explain.

“And hooked up that same day,” Howzer adds with a grin. “Guess we sort of picked up where we left off.”

You laugh. “Captain Impatient here couldn't wait to get me alone on my first day here.” 

Howzer shakes his head at your nickname, and Fireball only nods along as he listens to the two of you go back and forth. 

“I don’t want to get in the middle of anything,” Fireball finally chimes in. “You two have something here – and I don’t want to ruin that.”

You make eye contact with Howzer, both of you thinking the exact same thing. 

“You’re not ruining anything,” you assure him. “What Howzer and I have–” you look at Howzer again, to ensure you’re both on the same page, “--It won’t go beyond this right here.”

Fireball turns instead to his captain, wanting to hear what he has to say.

Howzer considers for a moment, tenderly grabbing your chin before responding. “I already told our girl here that I don’t mind sharing.” He pauses again. “That is– if you don’t mind sharing, Fireball.”

Fireball grins. “I definitely don’t mind. I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t getting in the way of anything.”

Simultaneously, they both make eye contact with you. Howzer’s fingers delicately run across your cheek. “Are you okay with it, darling?”

You ponder their offer for a moment, thinking about everything it could cost you. You’re here for work, not for pleasure. You’re way out in Wild Space because you were entrusted with this job. Yes, you would lose this job if word got around that you’re sleeping with the clones. Yes, you’d lose the trust of many, and perhaps lose the faith of your people, who are counting on your office to fight against the Empire in a diplomatic way. 

But you look at these two men, one laying next you, the other sitting at your bedside. Both of them would protect you without a second thought. Both of them have already shown how much they care about you. Both of them still allow you to do your job, mutually benefitting from it. They take your mind off everything that’s going on – the oppression of your people, the tragic experiences of recently rescued clones, the disheartening news when a mission fails. 

And when the need arises, both of them can make you feel things unlike anything you’d ever felt before. It started with Captain Howzer – and you’re not at all about to turn away Fireball. You have strong connections with both of them, and you’re not willing to give up the physical aspects of those relationships. 

Sitting up, you grab their hands, holding them in your own. You keep a serious expression on your face, wanting to display that yes, you’ve given this a lot of thought, even though you already knew your answer. You want to show them that you’re taking this seriously, and that their caution and concern are dually warranted.

That serious expression of yours morphs into eagerness, a smile forcing its way across your lips.

“As long as I can do my job without too many distractions, and as long as my office doesn’t find out – I’m okay with it.”

[alwayssnivellus]

unsustainable

Captain Rex x f!reader

read on ao3 | masterlist

Falling in love with each other is just not sustainable.

finally have some juice to work on a couple of my half-baked and forgotten wips that would have otherwise sat in my drive to rot. enjoy 1.7k words of this smutty rex angst. 18+ only. explicit.

You grip his shoulders just a little harder as you double your efforts, chasing the feeling you’ve longed for since the last time Rex was here. You’re slick with sweat, your top clinging to your skin. Rex is still wearing some of his armor, only having removed the pieces that would keep him from entering you comfortably. Hardly any of his skin is exposed, except for a patch around where you’re speared on his lap – where he hastily pulled his cock from the waistband of his compression suit. 

“I’ve missed this,” you say breathily, bouncing harder on his lap. You reach for the waistband of his compression suit, sliding your hand up and along his abdomen, something made easier after he removed his cuirass. His skin is always pleasantly smooth and soft, warm as the thick muscles flex beneath your palm. 

“I’ve missed your fat cock – how it feels when you stretch me open.” Rex groans at that, tilting his head backward as you keep going. “You’re such a good fuck, Rex. Always know what I need and what gets me off.”

You can’t help but get talkative with Rex – it’s something about the way he reciprocates. He’s always listening – astute – to your words and to your body. If you get the ball rolling, Rex takes it and runs. It turns you both on even more.

“Yeah?” He groans again, meeting your eyes. His pupils nearly swallow the deep brown in his irises and you’re utterly lost in them. “Fuck – keep talking like that. I’m so close.”

Rex takes over then, his hands gripping your sides as he rocks his hips upward. 

“Shit, Rex. Just like that. I’m gonna cum.” You let your head fall backward only briefly as you let him take over. Heat brews in your belly. Fuck, you missed how it felt to have Rex reach so far into your cunt, knocking the breath out of you. 

Breaths, words. 

Anything.

“Harder.”

Rex grunts with the extra exertion – complies with your request.

“Harder, Rex.”

His forehead beads with sweat – his breath becoming ragged. It’s so good. You’re floating – drifting among the stars. Cool sparks prick your skin. It’s so much and not enough. You need him. All of him.

“Yes! Rex – right there.”

More breaths. More words. His name.

“I love how you feel–”

Then – the wrong choice of words. A mistake.

“–I love you.”

And just like that – you’re snatched from the edge, pulled away when Rex halts all movement. When you lift your head, his lips have sealed into a thin line, his brows furrowing. He’s watching you. Picking your brain. Your hands fall into your lap.

It slipped. You didn’t mean to let it out. Fuck.

“Sorry.”

You can't love him. He can't love you. It violates the very necessary agreement the two of you had discussed at the beginning of– of whatever this is. Loving the other means attachment. For you, attachment could end in heartbreak, among other things. For Rex, though – attachment will inevitably lead to distraction. You'd both agreed long ago that anything more than sex just would not be sustainable. Impractical. Dangerous – for both of you. 

You must not fall for each other.

Not again.

He exhales softly, but squeezes your thigh with just enough reassurance to pull a little apologetic smile from you. Still unmoving on his lap, his cock twitches with want inside of you. His eyes are still pooled with desire and you can’t help the little gasp you make when he carefully adjusts his angle against the bunk.

Rex runs the pad of his thumb against your bottom lip. “Do you want me to keep going?”

You do. You really do. And you thank the Maker that Rex isn’t lingering on your comment – that he won’t let it ruin the moment. You nod, dragging your palms under his compression suit, this time reaching his firm, heated chest, feeling the raised skin of his scar. Leaning toward him, you whisper, “Make me forget.”

Rex is great at making you forget – and he prides himself in that.

He smirks. “Yes ma’am.”

You’re lifted off his lap and tossed onto your back. As your head hits the surface, Rex pulls down the bottoms of his compression suit, granting himself enough give to spread his thighs. The blood rushing  in your ears like a rapid river, you clench at the sight.

The rush you feel is only amplified when Rex just as quickly slots himself between your legs, pushing against the underside of your thighs and spreading them to his liking. He sinks into you with a single breath – and doesn’t waste any more time with getting you both back to your peaks. He has you crying out his name in moments, and he gets right into the talking – ever his usual self.

“You’ve missed this, yeah? I’m gonna make sure I make up for it – gonna fill this pussy.” He swallows thickly. “Ask me to fill you. Beg me.”

“Rex…” you gasp. Your cunt sucks him in so perfectly, making the most obscene sounds. “Fill me, Rex. I need you to fill me.”

He growls at that. “Good girl.”

It doesn’t stop there. You’re beyond floating now – more like crashing through hyperspace. You’ve since been flipped onto your stomach, laying completely flat with Rex pounding into you from above. His weight is hovering over you, bits and pieces of his remaining armor imprinting your skin. You feel his breath against your ear – hot and ragged. 

“Tell me how much you're gonna miss this when I’m gone,” his broken whisper comes. The sound of it goes straight to your cunt. “Tell me you’re gonna think about this – about this right here – while I’m gone.”

Before you can begin to formulate your gasps and moans into a response, Rex’s arm snakes around your hip, his newly-bare fingers finding your clit. You know he still has armor pieces on his arms, and you’re sure there are going to be impressions of it in your skin, but you’re unable to feel anything other than the molten pressure building in your core. Your orgasm hits you faster than the blink of an eye – knocks you off your axis.

You scream. Rex lets out a loud, shaky groan. He holds you there, pushed into the mattress.

“Good girl. Now take it. Fuck, yes, that’s a good girl. So good for me. Take it all, mesh’la.”

You do – and you allow yourself to bask in the moment, knowing it’ll disappear–that Rex will disappear–far too soon. 

When he finally climbs off of you, you feel entirely too empty. 

Instead of getting up with him, you just lay there, trying not to think about how his cum seeps out from you with every relaxed breath – how he’s claimed you so long ago – ruined anyone else for you – and this is a reminder. 

You can hear Rex reattaching parts of his kit, but he’s silent otherwise. You begin to mentally kick yourself again for slipping. It’s the fear that you’ve ruined everything. Again. The only thing you can think to do with your already sky-high anxiety is to keep talking. You turn to lay on your back, not having it in you to get up and dressed just yet. It’s easier to not meet his eyes this way.

“I’m sorry, Rex,” you say more to the ceiling than to him. 

He comes into view then, peering down at you. There’s an unreadable expression on his face. You’re unsure of what he’s thinking – and you’re even more confused when he sits down at your bedside, taking your hand into his.

“Stop apologizing.”

Finally meeting his eyes, you can only press your lips into a line, unsure of what to say next. Unable to stop it, the burning feeling of tears heats your eyes. You go to turn your face away, embarrassed, but Rex doesn’t have it.

“Hey,” he soothes, reaching to instead hold your cheek in his palm and gently redirecting you to focus on him. You’re forced to meet his eyes, but something’s changed. His expression is now clear, a distinguishable look of sincerity written in the way his features have softened. Even his eyes don’t feel as intense – a rare sight – something you haven’t seen from him in a long time.

“We– we tried before,” he begins, the pad of his thumb running along your cheek. You miss the way his hands feel, too used to the rough material of the gloves he wears. An extra layer of him that adds to keeping his true feelings buried far beneath the exterior. “I know it’s hard, but it’s better this way.”

Your voice finds its way back to you. “It’s not hard.” Pausing, you level him with a stare. “It’s impossible to not love you, Rex.” 

He considers that for a beat, sighing heavily. 

“You know how I feel about you. That will never change.”

It’s far from a confession, but it’s something. It’s all you’re going to get from him.

When all you give him in response is a faint nod, you could swear you see those deep brown eyes begin to swell, the faintest glimmer or tears brimming as his words sit like dense fog in the air. 

Just then, his commlink beeps faintly from inside his helmet, briefly redirecting Rex’s attention over to where he set it down across the room. It seems like a thousand seconds go by until he finally meets your eyes again, both of you hiding your disappointment. 

“I have to go,” he says quietly, almost a whisper. It’s like he forces the words out, tasting bitter as they leave his mouth. He stares at you, seemingly waiting for you to say something, anything. Maybe he’s waiting for a fruitless argument for him to stay, or one last unnecessary apology – or even one final declaration of your feelings. 

But nothing you could ever say to Rex in this moment would change how the two of you can never be together, would never supersede the duties he feels he has to free his brothers, would never stop the Empire from committing more atrocities, would never stop Rex from fighting.

The words feel just as bitter in your own mouth, even before you can speak them.

“I know.”

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it was life day eve

Captain Rex x reader

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It was Life Day Eve when Rex got back to you late at night - you were fast asleep, but Rex couldn't hold back his need that had been fueled by the surprise you'd left for him to discover upon his arrival.

18+ only. about 1.4k words. smut. consensual somno. rex has got it bad. more on ao3. I'm back after too, too long with filth of my beloved, please enjoy :')

Rex readjusted the strap of the duffle bag, heavy with the entirety of his kit packed in there, so it could sit more comfortably on his shoulder as his fingers input your keycode with automaticity. The door slid open and the smell of the seasonal air freshener you favored greeted him almost instantly, along with the soft, warm glow of the lights hanging around the space. Stepping fully inside, Rex looked around and silently marveled at the decorations you’d strung up in his absence. You wanted it to be a surprise for him – and a surprise it surely was. Festive floral arrangements and seasonal colors were bathed in the lights that twinkled in blown glass orbs all around, and Rex couldn’t help but shake his head with a grin at the image of you standing on furniture of questionable integrity to get everything set to where it all hung now. 

Life Day was a favorite of yours. You always spoke of how beautifully intriguing the Wookiee holiday was, how it celebrated joy and harmony amongst family and friends. It was something you looked forward to every year, and when you’d told Rex that you traditionally decorated for it, he’d been eager on a high that came from your endearing childlike wonder and excitement to see what you had in store.

Seeing all of this, the effort you’d put into it, made him all the more thrilled for the traditional meal you would prepare tomorrow evening.

Since you hadn’t yet greeted him, you must have been asleep – of course you were. It was late, and Rex had explained to you earlier, when he’d first gotten back in the system, that he’d be getting in at an odd hour. 

But you still kept all the lights on for him.

When he cautiously stepped beyond the threshold into your room, he smiled. A domestic warmth filled his chest at the sight of you wrapped up in your thickest blankets, fetally curled up on your side as you almost always were. 

Rex gently set down the duffle bag against the wall. He started to pull off his boots, then set the pair down just beside the rest of his kit. His undershirt and pants were removed next, leaving him in his compression briefs. Normally, Rex would have hopped in your shower to freshen up before changing into a pair of casual lounge clothes you kept for him in the closet, but this time, knowing he’d be getting in so late, Rex had showered at the barracks instead, and came over in a clean undersuit. 

He didn’t want to have to prolong getting into bed with you after catching a glimpse, and at this moment, as Rex started to stealthily situate himself under the blankets, he thanked the universe that he had ended up showering beforehand. 

You shuffled a bit at his presence, but that was about it. Rex tried not to wake you as he scooched closer, curling on his side and gently wrapping his arms around you, fitting against you like a puzzle piece. He could feel that you were not wearing much clothing; just a thin, low cut top, your ‘sleep’ panties, and a pair of fuzzy socks. He knew your bedtime attire well. You’d once told him that you weren’t trying to be sexy, just comfortable, but Rex thought that was what made you even more attractive to him. 

He rested his chin on your back and listened to the melodic sound of your leveled breaths. Rex wanted to be selfish here – he wanted to lavish you with kisses and touches and to show you how much he missed you. It started as a gentle tap of his lips against the back of your neck, but once the feel of your skin met his lips, Rex couldn't help himself. He kissed all along where he could reach: your neck, between your shoulders, your cheek. He couldn’t help himself – not when his kisses became a little sloppier, or when his hand started to caress your arm then thigh. 

“Rex,” you practically moaned his name right out of your slumber, your voice soft and content. 

He missed you, your voice, your body. His briefs were noticeably tighter. He wanted more.

“I didn’t want to wake you, love” he cooed in your ear, lustfully apologetic. “But I want you.” 

Rex took your earlobe between his teeth, teasing it with his tongue. You moaned aloud, a quiet, alluring sound, arching yourself further into his body. He couldn't help but grind himself against your rear, just to relieve some of the swell of need.

When he released your lobe, he didn’t inch away. It was impossible to stop now, not when he’d been waiting for far too long, not when he bore witness to your thoughtful decorating. He’d discovered a while ago that domesticity fueled his desire, and when it came to you, Rex was always smitten.

He took a ragged breath, feeling the heat of your body pressing into him. He needed it, needed you.

“Can I have you, baby? Please. I’ll– I’ll do everything.” 

Another shaky breath was exhaled in your ear when you weakly reached around to pull your panties just far enough down, grazing his cock straining in his briefs with the gesture. Rex bit his lip. Closed his eyes. 

“Let me have you.”

You audibly sighed, a dreamy, sweet sound. “Please.” 

Your voice, still airy with sleep, put Rex into a frenzy. With your go-ahead, he wasted no time with releasing himself from the constricting material, and threw his leg over yours. He let his own, low noises fall freely as he used the wetness between your legs to slick himself up.

“So wet for me,” he commented. There was a note of surprise there. The revelation made him throb. “Need you so bad.”

Entering you slowly, Rex kissed along the back of your neck. Gasped against your skin when he filled you, his groin flush with your skin. You remained still, though he could already feel the desire perspiring as dew on your skin. He could stay inside you for hours, fall asleep like this, awaken like this. The grip you had on his cock was undoing, and when your cunt started to clench with an involuntary need, he started to move.

Rex was gentle. Tender. He rocked himself into you softly, not wanting to disturb you any more than he already had. You were awake, yes, but you were comfortable, still in the position that he’d awoken you in. 

As he moved his hips, rolling them at a crawl, his fingers slid up and under your top. Grazed your breast, the hardened nipple. You moaned at that. Clenched around him.

“Fuck, mesh’la.” Rex sighed, and dragged the flat of his teeth against the curve of your shoulder. “You feel so good.”

He soon felt your own hand join his. Fingers threaded through his own. 

Rex kept a steady pace, rutting against the soft skin of your ass. He felt the heat in his abdomen, the squeeze of his balls. He’d come soon, but wanted to feel you reach climax with him.

As if reading his mind, even in your somnolent state, you guided his hand from your chest. Dragged it down your torso and Rex knew what would get you there. Two, roughly padded fingers circled your clit, and the effect the added stimulation had on you was practically instant. Your breaths hitched, the pitch higher. Whines fell from your lips, and Rex could barely move anymore with how hard your cunt clenched around him. His thighs tensed.

He came with you, his arm holding you tight against his torso to press himself all the way. Your tired body shivered as he filled you, hot and wet, his release mixing with your creamy fluid.

Tacky with sweat, Rex eventually peeled himself from your skin. Slipped wetly out of you. A hidden little mess was left in his wake. 

A man of his word, he took care of everything. Retrieved something to clean you off with so you wouldn’t have to move a pretty little muscle. He then went to turn off all the lights until the entirety of your place fell into darkness. Made sure to duck under a particularly low hanging string of lights on his way back.

Rex rejoined you in bed, his body curved snugly around you. You hardly stirred. 

“The decorations are beautiful,” he murmured into the soft space between your shoulder blades. Pressed a kiss there. Completely, irrevocably enamored by you. “You’re incredible.”

You only hummed in response, and he was sure that you’d fully fallen back asleep moments after that.

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the calm before the storm

Steb x reader

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Neither you nor Steb wanted to be alone on the night before the battle with Noxus.

18+ only. smut. hurt/comfort. mention of character death(s). about 3.3k words. Eventually, this stand alone will be considered as a prequel to a miniseries I have planned. Yeah, it’ll have a lot of angst. Consider some of this fic foreshadowing for what’s to come. Sorry <3

It was like time stood still, the city held hostage under a shroud of dread. Everyone who remained knew what was coming. 

The pavestoned streets were empty. No mechanical hum of carriages. Quiet. Eerie. Almost the entire population of Piltover had been evacuated, leaving only those who chose to stay back and fight, along with those who already had the duty to do so. Families were separated, and many civilians-turned-soldiers were home and tuckered in for a long, sleepless night. Some others, like yourself however, opted to spend the final, calm hours in pubs, surrounded by those who were similarly drinking to their last–

–No, no. You will not let that thought reemerge. That was why you’d chosen to drown your worries in alcohol and companionship, after all. 

You were a bit unsteady on your feet. Head lighter than air and vision slightly, very subtly lagging. You weren’t a drunk, but you did indulge a tad too much this evening, more than you ever had. Anything to quell your nerves, your anxiety of knowing what was to come. A few of your closest friends had been with you, longtime co-workers from the hospital along with a couple others who were officers that you all knew mainly from run-ins at work, Steb being among them. You thought it was interesting of him to go out, considering he wasn’t a consumer of alcohol in any capacity – but also because he’d been promoted, given the command of his own squad in the wake of the war that loomed heavily overhead. You’d figured he’d be home, getting as much of a good night’s rest as anyone currently could, but he’d shown up, as stoic and out of place as ever, to the pub you’d just left.

After several drinks, and when things had started to get blissfully hazy, Steb offered to walk you home. He’d been to your place before, with a handful of others. Low-key dinners and conversations after long shifts. Sometimes it had ended up where he’d been the last one to leave, and it always did seem as if he’d wanted to linger just to be alone with you under the guise of assisting with cleanup. You’d be fooling yourself to say that you didn’t enjoy his quiet, steady presence. He was the type of man to ground you, and maybe what he felt was mutual, because it was seemingly blatant with how close he’d been keeping to you throughout the evening, that neither one of you truly wanted to be alone right now. 

Your arm was looped snugly through Steb’s and the two of you silently made your way toward your apartment. 

By the time you arrived, standing motionless at your doorstep, your mild stupor had begun to dissipate on the coolled walk over, the brisk night air woefully sobering you. 

That’s when the anxiety started to kick back in, the fear, the knowing that you were going to be alone up until the moment came when you and many other field medics would be thrown onto the battlefield to do your duty. 

You hadn’t realized it until Steb’s hands were grasping your arms, but you were shaking. Maybe you were cold, or maybe it was from all the thoughts swarming in your head, fraying your nerves and exposing them like an open wound to the elements.

Steb ran his palms up and down your arms, attempting to combat the chill. His own body temperature was just warm enough, just comforting enough to cease some of the shivering.

What was going on inside your head, however, was still rattling you. You knew he could see it, a man who was well-versed in decoding expressions.  

“Sorry,” you managed after a gulp of breath. Steb leveled you with a concerned look, his striking features softening in the low glow of the nearby lamplight. You blinked at him, and bit your lip, holding back the vomit of incoherent fears that surely would spew any moment. The last thing Steb needed was to hear how afraid you were, when he would be leading his own squad, far ahead in the field of battle than of where you and the other medics would be. 

“Thank you for walking me home.”

You nearly turned to open the door, but Steb didn’t seem convinced, his eyes glowing with a concern that made you want to tell him everything. Slowly, almost hesitant, he released your arms to sign.

It doesn’t feel right leaving you like this.

You watched his hands, then glanced back to his face, just as those little fins flitted against his cheeks. There was a message in his eyes. Something for you to decipher. 

“You did more than enough, going out of your way to get me home.” 

Will you be okay?

“As okay as anyone right now,” you quipped, hoping to lighten the air. It didn’t quite land, though – not in your heart, and not when it reached Steb’s ears. Wrapping your arms around yourself, you observed how his eyes subtly moved back and forth between your own. They practically glowed in this low light of night, crystalline and considering. Oases you could drown in – a fate preferable to the one you may be facing.

It hit you then, after having been purposefully subdued all evening. A force that was too strong to stay down. 

You might die tomorrow. Steb might die tomorrow. All of your friends and their friends. The citizens that stayed back, those who were given a uniform and a weapon that felt too foreign in their hands. Your lip started to quiver in your futile attempt to hold back the raw emotion, and of course, Steb noticed. He always noticed. From a distance or otherwise, he always noticed you. 

His hand found your cheek, holding you so softly as if recognizing the fragility, that you could shatter any moment.

Consumed, you raised yourself on your toes and kissed him. 

It had to be common. Good luck and goodbye kisses were a thing. A celebration of life, of hope, of success. Kissing someone when you knew that things would never be the same, that had to be real too. Though it was chaste, you wanted to savor it. To savor him. Before hell would break loose. 

Before you died. 

But what had been meant to be chaste was unexpectedly reciprocated. Steb dropped his hand from your cheek and instead cradled the back of your head. You felt the moment he melted into it, gave himself over to it, accepted it. You could hear the flitting of his facial fins, so delicate and rhythmic, and he slowly started to pull away. 

You blinked at him, unsure of what to say.

But you did feel a lot lighter, a lot less burdened. That had to mean something. 

Steb took a breath, inhaling slowly through his nose before gently exhaling. The tickle of it fanned against your face as you casted your gaze toward his steady hands.

Would you like me to come inside? Stay with you until you’re feeling better?

Remembering all the times Steb had hung back with you after the others had gone, of feeling so light and natural when it was only him in your space, your answer to him now came easy – only the giddiness that arose from his offer was quickly overshadowed with the return of turbulent nerves.

Unlocking your door had never been a more difficult task, you’d think you were trying to break into your own home. Steb gently offered to take over, briefly threading his fingers through yours to grip your key. Even now, as you were about to break down, Steb remained calm and collected. Something about watching him fluidly unlock your door then usher you into your own home tugged at your heart. Perhaps it was the thought that this moment may not ever happen again after tonight. 

He guided you to your sofa. Took a seat beside you. Watched you carefully.

Do you want to talk about it?

So sincere. Kindhearted. Trying to mend whatever and whomever he can. Traits that were arguably wasted as an enforcer.

“I’m scared, Steb.” 

Unable to help it, a tear had broken through your defenses, gliding coolly down your flush cheek. Steb’s eyes followed its path and it made your heart skip a beat.

Then he wiped at your cheek with the pad of his thumb, tilting his head with more to say.

I’m feeling uneasy as well. 

You huffed a small laugh. Leaned into him.

“You hide it well.”

You couldn’t see the way he smirked, but you felt the shake of his head, no doubt signaling the changing of his expression into something more serious.

I keep thinking about what we’re up against… it’s Noxus, and not something I think we’d ever be truly ready for.

Noxians were known for war. Brutal conquerors. Strength, adaptability, aggression. A terrifying adversary. The scales were already tipped in their favor. 

Steb sighed, but he kept signing without missing a beat. Explaining like he was attempting to comfort you and himself.

But there are multiple plans in place. Strategies and contingencies. I’ve helped draw some up myself, but the fear is whether or not they will prove successful. 

“I trust in you.”

You glanced up toward his face, after spending all that time watching his hands as he communicated, his long, elegant fingers, and found that he was already looking down at you. His glacier eyes were soft, inviting, grounding. It was then that you became cognizant of his mild body heat, a comfortable reminder that he was close to you. His arm wrapped around your shoulder, and an almost perceivable thumping of his heart was present under your cheek. 

Unsure if you should trust the sudden dryness of your throat, you spoke.

“Steb, I don’t want you to leave.”

His thumb stroked your chin, a mesmerizing motion that caused your lips to part.

“I won’t.”

Hearing his voice was unexpected. The second kiss was even more so. 

It was different from the first. Inevitable.

All too easily, he pulled you onto his lap, deepening the kiss and letting his hand get tangled in the hair at the base of your skull. While his other hand was set on exploring the expanse of your back, you focused on the implications of your current position, how your core was pressed directly against his groin. A heat licked up your spine, a sort of adrenaline that caused you to throw any remaining caution to the wind. 

So you tested the waters. Rolled your hips against him to see what that would lead to. 

Music to your ears, Steb let out a deep, hurt sound that splintered in his throat. 

You made out with Steb for an imperceptible amount of time. Rocked against him until you finally noticed how hard he’d gotten, until you noticed your own drooling arousal dampening your panties. You were high, intoxicated on his touch, his taste. He was unlike anyone you’d ever kissed, his tongue more alien, more exotic. The way his mouth worked against yours was beautifully divergent, his need for air far less than yours, consuming you in a way that threatened to black you out. It was dizzying. Erotic. You felt as if he held your very life in his hands, in his arms as they held you close, guided your hips as you moved against him. It was amazingly strange, but you had a tinge of hope—whether it was genuine or faux, you weren’t going to dwell —from how Steb handled you now that you maybe had a chance of survival. That you’d both make it out to see this through, to move with him like this again, to feel each other again. 

You were more turned on than you ever had been in your life. The looming thought of death in the near future mixed confusingly with the arousing excitement of the present. 

Steb had to be feeling that, too. 

So you wanted to test him once again. Experiment with how far this could go. 

Breaking from his lips was difficult, and the fresh breath of air you inhaled upon doing so nearly seemed unfamiliar. Steb’s eyes were hooded, but glowing a darker shade of blue that you’d never seen in them before. Resembled a deep, uncharted ocean sparkling under moonlight.

The only hesitation in your movements as you pulled off your shirt was from watching the look in his eyes go from slightly unsure of why you’d stopped kissing him, to complete and full understanding of what you were doing now. A pretty blush had since decorated his cheeks, his ears bouncing with modest curiosity. 

When you reached around to start unclasping your bra, Steb sat up a little straighter to remove his own shirt. It had to be unbuttoned, and he did so with deft fingers, his eyes finding your breasts while he worked. With a little sigh, you recaptured his gaze. Assisted him with the remaining buttons and leaned back to grant him room to shrug the shirt off his shoulders. 

You admired Steb’s body, his lean musculature, the dark green striations that trailed from neck to his chest down to his hips and disappeared below the waistline of his pants, the gills that were slightly longer than the ones on his face, lining his sides just below his ribs. After similarly looking you over, he sat back comfortably again, pulling you with him. Skin against skin, Steb kissed you slow, deliberate, preparing. There was a new weight to the way his hands roamed your body. Groping, teasing, searching. He sought after what touches would make you whimper, hum, sigh. 

You did the same, only it didn’t take you long to reach for the hardness that had been pressing against you for quite some time now. 

Steb backed his head away to watch with fascination as you worked the fastenings of his pants, undoing them with a sort of sexy fluidity that thrilled you. 

You weren’t able to get any further, though, because in moments Steb had rolled you off of him and had your back against the cushions, and he was already in the process of guiding your own bottoms from you, pulling them gently from your legs. Fully bare to him now, Steb quickly kicked off what clothing remained from the waist down, and wrapped his arms around you to position you back on his lap. 

“Fuck,” you couldnt help but gasp out upon recovering from his swell of eagerness, the way in which he’d hastily removed every last layer of clothing from you. Steb raised a brow, characteristically unimpressed, of course, at your choice of words. Maybe it was the way he’d been raised, but Steb didn’t much care for fowl language. Why did that make you feel even more attracted to him? A challenge bloomed, that you wanted to make him curse, to get him to let loose, to catch a glimpse at the atypical. Anything and everything, before it was too late. 

You missed the taste of him, the feel of his invitingly textured tongue licking into your mouth. Steb must have read your thoughts, or perhaps he saw how hard you were staring at his swollen parted lips, because he pulled you in for another kiss. This time, it was meant as a distraction of sorts, to mask the sensation of Steb angling himself at your slick entrance. So eager, so lost in it. He entered you slowly, wetly, facilitated by the amount of arousal you’ve drooled since first straddling him. He gasped into your mouth, shoulders tensed, hands gripping your hips. The sting of it was so slight, barely there. It felt entirely too right for Steb to fill you like this, and yet again you were taunted with the thought that this could be the last time. Something new, wasted. Never to see its full fruition. 

Tears broke from your waterline, and Steb dutifully brushed them away. Skin flush with skin, he guided you head down and tapped his forehead against yours, inhaling the same air. Squeezed the back of your neck. Held you tight. 

“You feel…”

You didn’t let him finish voicing his thoughts. His voice was too much, such a rare novelty that only made you more sad, more fearful, of what you could lose. Kissing him was far easier, and the way he took your breath away with every mouth on mouth moment allowed you to push away everything else. 

That, and the sensation of him inside of you as he started to guide you. 

You worked with him, arms wrapped around his neck, draped over his dorsal fins, holding tight as you rocked yourself. Steb held you just as tightly, slowly angling himself in upward motions on repeat, creating the most amazing friction and dance between your bodies. A quiet slap of skin on skin. You felt him so deep, angled just right, and you could have sworn he had something extra decorating the length of him, feeling sensations that you’d never felt with someone before. 

Soon you were crying again. Tears streamed down your cheeks. Emotions of too many varieties flooded you. Steb kissed along your face, his lips collecting the tears. He didn’t stop kissing you, wiping at your tears, hugging you close. Knowing just how afraid you were had to have made him stronger. To be the one to ground the other. The steady presence. A pillar. You could shatter with him, like this. He was right there to pick up your pieces.

Your shared movements got a little quicker, a little more breathless. You didn’t want this to end, but you also didn’t want to completely fall apart seated on top of him like this, filled so perfectly. Like a dream you didn’t want to wake from, only for it to be replaced by a nightmare.

Your fingers threaded through his hair, curling into a fist. Steb groaned and tilted his head back as you worked faster, the slapping increasing in both speed and volume, until you were dangling right there, right on the precipice. 

You cupped Steb’s face, thumb brushing ever so delicately over the seam of his gills. His eyes were hooded, lips parted, and his cheeks were painted with the softest hues of pinks and oranges. He was so handsome, and his little hurt sounds were music to your ears. 

You leaned down to his ear, nuzzling the serrated shell of it.

“Are you close?” 

Steb groaned again, thighs tensing, as he nodded. 

“Me too. I– I’m so close, Steb.”

He didn’t get to ask you what you needed to help get you there, because he seemed to already be that in tune with your body. Biting his plum lip and securing an arm around your back, Steb readjusted you both so that you were once again flat against the cushions. Arching over you, he began to thrust his hips, hitting just right. 

Then his fingers found your clit, and you were done for. 

You climaxed with a broken whine, arching off the cushions right into his torso. Steb hissed at how hard you were contracting around him, and with a final, deep thrust, he released inside of you, his muscles tensing and body shaking with the shockwave of it. 

Steb carefully, mindfully, collapsed on top of you. You felt him throb inside of you, still releasing, a molten sensation that felt indescribably addictive.

The two of you laid like that for a while, adjusted to better hold each other, neither one of you wanting to communicate your thoughts. In truth, you were both thinking similar things – about how you’d want to find each other after the battle, that you were afraid for one another, that this was the perfect way to spend your last evenings alive. 

[alwayssnivellus]

Imagine telling bestie!Bucky you’ve always had to fake it in bed with men… You know he’d fuck you till you see stars

STOP. you are a genius honestly. the bestfriend energy turning into fucking?? i’m so damn bad for this…. And bucky would be also so confident about himself in bed like UGH i just know HE knows how good he is… squeezing my thighs at the thought.

You’re walking side by side, milkshakes in hand, the way you always do after a long week. your hands occasionally brushing. It’s easy — it always is with him. Talking about everything and nothing — something stupid. First dates. Red flags. Sex that was just… meh.

And then, casually, like it’s no big deal, you say it.

“I’ve faked it, like, every time.”

He slows mid-step. “Wait. Every time?”

You shrug like it’s nothing. “I mean, yeah. Guys always think they’re doing a good job if you moan a little and say their name once or twice.”

Bucky blinks at you, stunned. “That’s…” He shakes his head, lips twitching. “That’s criminal. I think I need a moment.”

You laugh. “Relax, Barnes. It’s not like they were terrible. It just wasn’t… memorable. Or about me, really.”

He’s still looking at you — only now, there’s something behind his eyes. Heat. Focus.

“You’re tellin’ me not one guy’s made you come?”

“Not from sex, no.”

He stops walking. You take another sip of your milkshake, trying not to smile.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you say lightly.

“I’m not looking at you like anything,” he mutters, jaw tight, voice low.

“Oh, you’re looking.”

He licks his lips, eyes dragging down your face, your throat, the shape of your mouth around the straw. “You shouldn’t tell me shit like that, doll.”

You raise a brow. “Why not?”

“Because now I can’t stop thinking about what I’d do different.”

There’s a beat of silence — thick, electric. You swallow, hard.

“…You think you could do it right?” you ask, teasing, testing.

He steps closer, leans in. You feel the heat of him, the weight of that look — the one that makes your knees go soft.

“I know I could.”

———

You’d said it was a bad idea.

That crossing that line would ruin everything.

But now you’re ruined in a completely different way — your body spread beneath him, flushed and trembling, every nerve frayed raw from the way he touches you like he’s memorizing it. Like he’s waited years.

He kisses you like he owns your mouth. Fucks you like he wants to prove every man before him was a waste of time.

“Look at me,” he growls against your throat. “I wanna see it.”

Your eyes flutter open just as your body clenches around him again. You moan his name, your voice cracked, your legs shaking.

He watches, entranced — every twitch, every gasp, the way you fall apart under him, for him.

“God, Bucky—” you gasp, and he leans down, lips brushing your ear.

“You feel that?” he pants, dragging his cock deep again, slow and deliberate.

You nod helplessly, mouth open on a cry as he fucks into you again — rougher now, steady, each thrust angled perfectly to grind against that devastating spot inside you. His name tumbles out of you over and over, no space left in your brain for anything else.

“Bucky—oh, fuck—don’t stop—”

“I’m not stoppin’, baby,” he growls, gripping your hips tighter. “Not ‘til you give it to me again.”

He lifts your legs over his shoulders without warning, folding you in half, and the new angle knocks the air from your lungs. You sob, reaching for him, your hands trembling as they claw at his back.

“That’s it,” he hisses, watching you unravel. “You gonna come for me again? Let me feel it?”

Your whole body’s on fire, skin flushed and slick with sweat, muscles clenching around him so hard it’s a miracle he doesn’t come first — but he holds on, jaw clenched, arms straining as he pounds into you like he means it.

You break with a cry — raw and shaking beneath him, thighs quivering, your release crashing through you like lightning. And Bucky loses it.

“Fuck, you’re squeezin’ me so tight—god, you’re perfect,” he gasps, driving into you harder, chasing his high as your body pulses around him. “So fuckin’ perfect.”

He buries himself to the hilt one last time and groans, deep and wrecked, as he spills inside you, his entire body going tense, then trembling against yours. His mouth is on your shoulder, your neck, anywhere he can reach, pressing kisses between desperate breaths.

“You okay?” he murmurs, brushing his nose against yours.

You nod, dazed. “I… I saw stars.”

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⋆˖𐙚 Perfect Little Doll.

Short Summary: Tom Riddle is quite laid-back when it comes to you—but under the effect of a Lust Potion, he just takes what he wants—however he wants.

Warnings: 18+ only! consensual non consent. somno, sex under the effect of a lust potion, rough sex, choking, unprotected p in v, sex with little to no prep, creampie

A/N: I got the highest grade possible for my thesis, you get filthy smut! Win-win.

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“No, stay— stay like this.”

It’s the first thing you hear when you stir awake in the middle of the night. You try to move—but something, or rather someone, is making sure you have no choice but to stay trapped beneath them.

“Please, no—“ panic rises in your chest as you struggle under their weight—but it’s no use.

“Shh. It’s me. Be good and stay still.”

This time, you recognize the voice, and you exhale a shuddering breath, relaxing just slightly.

It’s Tom.

Lying on your front, you don’t get to meet his expression, hell, you don’t even get to fucking ask what he’s doing—

Because you already feel him pressing against your entrance, tip hot and flushed, leaking with need—and with a single, measured thrust, he pushes inside. Deep.

“Fuck—“ you shriek at the sudden, stinging stretch. “Tom, that hurts!”

As you reach behind you, trying to push him away, give you time to adjust, he instantly pins your wrists to your back.

“I know— fuck, I know.” He grumbles, yet shows no intent to stop. Instead, he pulls out, pushing back inside immediately—drawing another sharp gasp from you. “Go back to sleep, sweetheart.”

You don’t know exactly what’s gotten into him. Yes, you both agreed upon this, that he could use you when you were asleep—and that you could tell him to stop whenever you actually wanted to—but never had he been this eager.

“Tom, please—“ you try again, whimpering at the burning, unrelenting stretch. His hand finds its way into your hair, lifting your head slightly just to push you into the pillow beneath you—muffling your whines.

His hips rock forward once more, testing, trying how much you can take.

“You will be quiet and take it, alright? Be a good girl for me?” He mumbles, voice coming out raspy, laced with need. He withdraws then, only halfway this time—

Just to snap his hips forward again, tip harshly ramming against your sensitive cervix—a feeling that has you biting your lips so hard, you taste blood.

“God, Tom!” You yelp, hips involuntarily bucking against his in an attempt to free yourself—but it only results in him slipping deeper, drawing a low groan from the brunette.

Slowly, he starts rolling his hips against yours, still buried deep, brows furrowed, breathing heavily through his slightly parted lips at just how tight you feel around him.

Finally, his hand leaves your hair, allowing you to inhale a deep breath—lungs burning from the lack of oxygen as you do. Just a mere second later, it’s wrapped around your neck instead, pushing you down once more.

He’s got you exactly how he likes you—one leg angled to your side, his body trapping yours between him and the bed, fingers pressing into your pulse point, enough to make you feel light-headed. Hips flush with yours, ass pressed against his pelvis—it makes his head spin. He needs to have you, take you—now.

“Slipped me this potion— told me it was for sobering up— fuck, sweetheart, you’re tight.” He groans, a deep, low sound somewhere from the back of his throat, feeling him twitch inside you.

It all comes crashing down onto you. Why he is like this.

They made him drink a Lust Potion.

Judging by the fact that he didn’t even second-guess before downing it—must mean he’s had a decent amount of drinks as well.

All of that, combined with the effects of the potion—turned him into this.

You don’t get to think about the situation for much longer and what you could do to ease the effects—the slow drag of his cock against your walls as he starts thrusting into you efficiently short-circuiting your brain.

He doesn’t ease you into it. After one or two thrusts, he picks up his pace, hips snapping against yours as though it’s the last time he gets to have you.

Tom usually isn’t the most vocal. Yes, he enjoys it—loves it, even—when he can pin you down and fuck you into the mattress until you are begging for him to let you come. But, just like outside of your sacred four walls, he likes to keep his composure—even during the most intimate acts.

In short: he hates losing control.

But now—he’s moaning, whimpering even at how sensitive he is—at how good and warm you feel, wrapped tightly around him.

It’s making your brain fuzzy. Everything about it. How you are slowly loosening up for him, allowing him to increase his pace, how your own arousal makes it even easier for him to thrust deep.

“Taking me so well, sweetheart.” Tom praises, breathless, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the otherwise quiet bedroom. “Like this pussy was fucking made for me, fitting me like a damn glove—“

And at this point you are praying you would survive this.

His thrusts grow rougher, punishing almost, brushing against your cervix with every single snap of his hips. His hand wraps around your throat, cutting off your airflow once more as he feels himself getting close.

“Fuck, darling— going to let me fill you up, hm? Make you nice and full of me?” He grits out, staying pressed flush against you for a second, making you feel all of him—every vein, every ridge—every. single. inch.

You nod as best as you can, clenching down tight around him.

“Please Tom, please fill me up— need it, fuck—“

He groans at that, cursing under his breath.

“Good girl. Such a perfect little doll, all nice and pliant for me—“

It’s not long until his pace falters, hips stuttering against your own—and he groans lowly as he starts spilling deep inside of you, coating your walls with his warm release.

He collapses on top of you—breathing heavily against your neck, chest heaving—and although your mind is still hazy with your own pleasure, your thoughts drift back to what happened before he returned to your home.

Knowing them, you guess it’s Rosier and Mulciber who did it. Probably thought it was hilarious, too.

You aren’t sure if you should feel bad for the fact that you don’t know what Tom would come up with as punishment.

Because hell—they are not the ones who have to put up with him like this.

Meanwhile, Tom is still buried deep, keeping his release right where it belongs—but then, when his breathing returns to normal, he gives you the slightest roll of his hips—

“Said it would take three hours to wear off—“

And you already feel him growing hard again.

Fuck, you are screwed.

“Tom, please—“

He shushes you with a kiss on top of your head.

“No. Stay— need you— need you again.” He rasps, back to thrusting into you, fucking his cum even deeper as he’s back chasing his next climax. And you? You are right there with him, on the precipice of your own orgasm.

Merlin fucking help you.

If he won’t kill them for this, you might just do it yourself.

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Unexpected Soulmate

Summary: You believe in soulmates, your best friend Eddie doesn’t. Will his mind change when a secret trick you learned from a soulmate expert just so happens to work right before his eyes?

Warnings: random soulmate lore that I made up for the sake of the fanfic, fluff, pot smoking, love confessions, best friends to lovers, unprotected p in v smut, lots of kisses, nipple play, multiple orgasms, creampie, profanity, etc (18+ ONLY! Minors DNI!)

You never put much thought into the whole idea of soulmates. It was a common thing in the world around you, but for a good chunk of your life you never really cared to find out whether you had one or not. Not everyone did. Not every human was worthy enough for that deep level of connection with another person, according to the creator of the universe, so you personally didn’t care if you were one of the unworthy.

That was until you were the only girl left in your friend group without a soulmate.

Seeing all of your friends glowing every single day since finding their soulmate had that small pang of jealousy prodding at your heart each time you saw them. The things they’d talk about amongst themselves regarding how things felt different, better than before they found their soulmate.

According to studies, once you find and seal your bond with your soulmate through intimacy, your cells will regenerate and cleanse not only your soul, but your physical body itself. Sort of like a factory reset. And as long as you stayed with your soulmate, that process would repeat itself. It’s why now, you were hoping that you were one of the worthy ones.

You were lounging on the couch with Eddie at his trailer smoking a fat joint when the topic of soulmates came up, him thinking the whole soulmate thing was a crock of shit made up by society just to make certain people feel worthless for not having someone to love them that deeply.

“You shouldn’t think too much into that shit, doll. Personally I think it’s a load of crap. The whole thing just sounds made up to me. Like come on, you’re telling me when a person finds and mates with their "soulmate" that their cells regenerate? That sounds like something straight out of a fantasy book.” Eddie snorted.

“I mean, the girls do seem different to me now that they’ve found theirs... It’s like their skin is glowing every day.” You shrugged, taking a pull from the joint before passing it to Eddie.

“Maybe they found a new skin care routine. Doesn’t mean it’s a soulmate thing.” He smirked before taking a hit and passing the joint back to you.

“Maybe...” You sighed, taking another hit yourself before passing the joint with a frown. “I just want to be worthy of love, you know?”

“Y/N,” Eddie sighed, setting the joint aside on the coffee table for a moment so he could cup your face in his hands. “You are worthy of love. Don’t you dare let society tell you otherwise. Anyone would be lucky to call you theirs.” He assured as he brushed a stray tear away with his thumb.

“Thank you.” You whispered as you gazed into his soft, chocolate orbs, wrapping your arms around his chest so you could hug him hard. “I appreciate you so much, Eddie.” You pulled back after a moment to look at him with doe eyes. “Look, I know it’s hard for you to believe in the idea of soulmates, but I feel that it’s real, strongly in my core. I see it in the faces of my girl friends every day and I really want that experience for myself, so can you at least try to support me in my search for mine if I do have one? I promise I won’t feel unworthy if my search fails or if soulmates do end up being a crock, I just... I want validation, you know?”

How could Eddie say no to you when you were looking at him with those signature doe eyes of yours? He swore you purposely did that whenever you wanted him to give into you easily. He thought hard for a few long moments, thinking to himself that there really couldn’t be any harm in finding your soulmate, the worst that could happen is you’re left single for a little longer. Which if he were being honest, he wouldn’t mind that one bit. Eddie preferred having you all to himself. “Okay, I can do that for you, because you’re my best friend and I care about you.”

“Thank you, Eddie.” You beamed, giving him another quicker hug before grabbing the joint off the coffee table and sparking it up again.

“So uh, how do you plan on finding this "soulmate" of yours anyhow?” He asked as he watched you light the joint, giving you a smile when you passed it to him after taking a hit.

“Well, I talked to a soulmate expert recently and she said there’s a secret trick to precisely pinpointing who you’re soulmate is without the hassle of finding them the usual way.”

“A soulmate expert? Really?” He teased with a smirk, inhaling and holding his drag from the joint.

“Shut up.” You flushed with a pout, snatching the joint from his hand. “Anyway, she said if you draw on your skin, it’ll appear in the exact same spot as your soulmate. So if I draw somewhere visible on me, it’ll appear visibly on my soulmate and that way I’ll be able to determine who it is.” You grinned, hitting the joint again yourself.

“Please tell me you don’t actually believe that shit.” Eddie raised his eyebrows, that "fact" sounding just as absurd as the cell regeneration. “Did your friends use that trick to find theirs?”

“No, they found theirs through sleeping with random guys until they finally stumbled upon the one.” You pouted, passing the joint back to him. “But I at least want to try, put it to the test, you know? See if it really works?” You huffed as Eddie snorted in response, giving his chest a playful punch. “Don’t be a jerk.”

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry. I’ll be nice about it. So what, you’re gonna draw on your skin in hopes you’ll run into someone with the exact drawing on theirs? Where are you gonna draw, on your face?” He cringed at the thought.

“No, no. I was thinking the palm of my hand or something. That way when I wave to people it’ll be visible and if someone happens to have the same thing, they’ll recognize it.” You nodded matter-of-factly.

Eddie hummed at that, taking one last hit from the joint before putting the roach in the ash tray. “That’s not a bad idea. What will you draw?”

“I dunno yet. Something cool, though.” You giggled, laying your head on his shoulder.

“I could draw something for you with this sharpie and you can just keep touching it up until you finally come across your soulmate.” He suggested with a smile as he held up a sharpie he just so had sitting on the coffee table, which had you lifting your head from his shoulder to grin at him.

“That’s a great idea, Eds, thank you.” You held your left hand out for him to take into his own, watching with a smile as he started drawing a skull in the center of your palm between two leaf-like branches. It was certainly a unique mark, so you would easily be able to identify it on your soulmate’s hand.

“There, all done.” Eddie grinned as he released your hand after finishing his handiwork, his eyes widening when he went to recap the sharpie only to find that what he had drawn on your palm, appeared on his palm too. Holy. Shit. There’s no way that just happened. It really fucking works? “Uh, well, I guess that lady wasn’t lying after all...” He muttered, looking up at your confused features with taken aback orbs of his own as he slowly held his palm up to show you.

You gasped at the matching drawing, feeling as your heart started racing a marathon in your chest. Eddie is my soulmate. That would explain why I was so drawn to him when we first met and why I feel so connected and safe with him, why he holds a special place in my heart... “I mean, it makes sense. We’re best friends, are always hanging out together, have a special connection like no other, and you, you are extremely overprotective of me it’s borderline possessive.”

“Yeah... I mean, I knew I’m in love with you, but I didn’t think it was because of a whole soulmate thing... It all really did sound like complete made up bullshit to me.” He admitted before looking at you with love-stricken orbs, keeping his gaze on you for a few moments before he was cupping your face in his hands and pulling you into his lap for a longing kiss, the two of you gasping in unison when electricity sparked in your souls to alight the soulmate bond you’d been blind to for years.

“I need you, Eddie, please...” You breathed into the kiss, your arms and legs immediately wrapping around him when he stood up from the couch to carry you to his room. Your lips stayed glued to one another’s as he carefully placed you on his bed, hands yanking at each other’s articles of clothing until you were finally both naked and in position.

“I love you.” Eddie murmured while grabbing both your hands in his and holding them above your head as he started to slowly thrust into you until your hips were flush against each other’s, moaning deeply at how perfect his cock fit inside you.

“I love you, Eddie.” You whimpered before leaning up to capture his lips for another kiss, starting to roll your hips forward to encourage him to start moving himself. You moaned into his mouth when he started his pace out in a slow and deep rhythm, your legs locked around his waist as you continued rocking to meet his thrusts. “So big, Eddie... Y’fit perfectly inside me.”

“Fuck... Yeah... Jus’ like a puzzle, Baby.” He mused with a smile against your lips, breathing in every shaky gasp and breathy moan you let out with his every forward thrust. He couldn’t fathom how fucking good you felt wrapped around him, how warm, wet and consuming your walls were as your pussy swallowed up his entire length. He’d be lying if he said it wasn’t better than how he imagined you would feel.

Eddie had plenty of fantasies about having sex with you, he was a male after all and couldn’t help his perverted mind when it came to you, but none of his fantasies compared to how it actually felt in this moment. If he had to put it into words, your pussy was bewitching. Or perhaps it was the fact that you were soulmates and everything was supposed to feel this way. He supposed he’d go with the latter.

The sounds of both your pants and moans filled Eddie’s room as he made love to you, the warmth from your bodies starting to emanate off of you and into the air surrounding you, which had a thin layer of sweat forming between your touching skin already. You brought one of your intertwined hands down from above your head so you could place Eddie’s hand on your chest, sighing in content when he took the hint and started fondling your breasts. “Mmmm...”

Eddie kept your other hand above your head while he tenderly rolled one of your nipples between his forefinger and thumb before giving a toe curling pull, eliciting a soft mewl from your lips that had him grinning from ear to ear. “You like that?” He cooed as he did it again with your other nipple, earning a pleased hum of affirmation from your lips and a squeeze around his cock.

“Fuck.” He cursed through gritted teeth at how tight that squeeze was, wanting to experiment a little more by dipping his head down to take your nipple into his mouth and give a light nip, groaning as it had you squeezing him again with a pleased cry. Eddie wanted to figure out every little thing that made you clench around his cock like this, and right now he was making it his mission because he absolutely loved the feeling.

“You make me feel so good, Eddie...” You moaned out followed by a long sigh of content, your free hand making its way into his hair so you could tangle your fingers through his curly locks. Every little thing he did had your nerve endings on fire and you knew it was going to lead up to an absolutely mind-blowing orgasm.

“Yeah, Baby? Gonna squeeze my cock some more?” He encouraged with a flick of his tongue against your nipple before giving it a quick suck, smiling as it had a soft whine escaping your parted lips and another squeeze of your walls around his slow moving length. “Yeah? Are you gonna cum for me too, Baby?”

You rapidly nodded your head at that, starting to rock your hips against his a little faster now, which had him mimicking your actions. You moaned louder at his increase in pace, your fingers giving a hard tug on his hair as he hit something delicious inside you in the process. “Oh! There! Right there!” You cried out, tossing your head back when he repeatedly aimed for that same spot.

“Right here?” He grinned, both of his hands moving to cup your face now so he could observe the way your features twisted with pleasure from the way he fucked into you. Your eyes as they rolled into the back of your head, your teeth as they sank into your bottom lip, and your mouth as it parted with pleased moans. “So beautiful, Baby.”

You whimpered at that, unrolling your eyes so you could meet his gaze as he fucked you, your arms now thrown around his shoulders where you had your nails digging into his shoulder blades. Your orgasm was on a quick rise, the pleasure in your center only building and building as Eddie continued thrusting against the spots that had your toes curling where your legs were locked behind his back. “D-Don’t stop, m’so fucking close!”

“Not gonna stop, don’t worry pretty girl. I got you.” He murmured, leaning down to press another kiss to your lips while he thrusted the two of you towards your orgasms, hoping to get you both to cum at the same time. He kissed you a little harder this time around, swallowing your moans as he slipped his tongue into your mouth and swirled it around yours with fervor.

“Gonna cum for me, Baby?” He mused as he slowly slid a hand down in search of your clit, pressing his thumb against the bundle of nerves once he made contact with it and starting to rub tender circles into it. He grinned at the way your eyes rolled back at the feeling, your cried out "yes!" and squeeze around his cock coaxing him closer to his orgasm. “Then cum with me.” He groaned, quickening his rubs to your clit so that you were repeatedly clenching his cock.

“O-o-oh, Eddiiiiiieeee!” Your orgasm was instantaneous, nails dragging down Eddie’s back while your body arched up into him as you came together, his lips back on yours so he could kiss you passionately while he fucked you through your orgasms. Your pussy milked him for his cum while his thumb greedily continued its rubs to your clit so he could coax more cum from you too, triggering a heavy gush of squirt in the process. “Fuuuuuuck!”

“Holy shit.” He moaned as he felt your juices soaking him, pulling back from the kiss so he could lean back and examine the sight of the mess you made of him. “That’s my girl. Made such a big mess for me.” He bit down on his bottom lip, not stopping his thrusts quite yet due to how aroused your squirting made him. “Not done with you yet, need to fill you again.” He groaned, watching as his cock disappeared in and out of you.

“Please! Need you to keep fucking me! Fuck, you just feel so good inside me, Eddie!” You cried out as you too watched where his cock disappeared in and out of you, your jaw slack as your pleasure only increased. No past hook up ever made you want to go for a round two, but since Eddie was your soulmate and made you feel beyond cloud nine on his cock, you most definitely needed more.

“And you feel so good wrapped around my cock, Baby. If I could spend the rest of my life inside your pussy I would.” He moved his gaze to your chest now, watching as your tits bounced with each rapid thrust into you, moving one of his hands so he could pinch and pull at your nipples some more. “Always wondered how your bouncing tits would look while I pound my cock inside you, it’s as sexy as I imagined it to be.”

Your cheeks burned at his confession, a bashful whine escaping your lips as you stared up at him throughout his thrusting. “Y-yeah? You think about making my tits bounce often, Eddie?” You asked with a bite to your bottom lip, wondering what else he’d fantasized about you and how dirty his fantasies got. Now that you found out you’re soulmates, you definitely considered letting him live out some of those fantasies.

“Fuck. Yeah, Baby. All the time. Always think about having you on my cock, you’re the star of my fantasies while I jack off. Don’t even have to watch porn because the thought of you is enough to get me off, pretty girl.” He admitted with a groan, his eyes now locked on yours as he started amping up the force of his thrusts. “Fuck, I can’t believe you’re mine. All fucking mine.” You moaned in response, which had him grinning wide. “Say it. Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, Eddie! All yours! Only yours!” You cried out, your pussy clenching around his cock as you grew nearer to your second orgasm. You threw yourself forward to kiss him hard, fingers returning into his sex wild curls and fisting tightly. “I’m close! I’m close!” You moaned into his mouth, clinging to him as he held you against his chest while brutally fucking in and out of you.

“Come on, cum for me.” He cooed as he brought his hand between your bodies to start rubbing at your clit again, groaning deeply when he felt that familiar clench of your pussy around him before you were cumming hard with a scream of his name. “That’s it! That’s my girl!” He grinned as he chased his own release, only needing a few harsh pumps of his cock against your cervix before he was stilling his hips inside you and painting your insides once more, tossing his head back with a guttural moan as you milked him for what he was worth.

“EEEEEEEEEEddiie, yes!” You squealed as he filled you, nuzzling your face against his neck so you could nip and suck at his pulse point, earning a pleased groan from his throat at you leaving a visible claim on him. “Mine.” You declared, moving to the other side of his neck and leaving a matching mark. It wasn’t customary to leave claim marks on your soulmate, but you were doing it just so you could show him off.

“All yours, Baby.” He grinned, slowly laying you back on the bed so he could start pulling his cock from inside of you. Both of you were spent by this point, but now that your cells were in the regeneration process, you’d be feeling reenergized for another round or two or ten in no time.

Eddie moved to lay beside you so he could wrap you in his embrace and hold you against his chest, gazing up at the ceiling with a tranquil grin. “You know, I’m glad you convinced me to support you in finding your soulmate. We never would have discovered we’re each other’s soulmates if I had decided to tell you to just give up on the whole idea instead.”

You tilted your head to look up at him with a smile, leaning into the brush of his fingers reaching to caress your cheek. “I hate to say I told you so, but I told you so.” You giggled before pressing a soft kiss to his lips, humming as he deepened it while pulling you even closer. “I’m glad it’s you. Relieved, actually.”

You couldn’t have asked for a better soulmate and Eddie of course felt the same regarding you.

“Mmmm me too, Baby. I love you.” He beamed, nudging his nose against yours.

“I love you too, soulmate.”

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Taming the Brat

A/N: @eddiethetwisted urged me to write this, so...you’re welcome 😏 Only took me two months to finish. Sorry Eddie 💀

pairing: older!Eddie Munson x bratty!20s y/o!fem reader

word count: 3.4k+

warnings: Uhhh yeah, this entire fic is pure filth so 18+ eyes only! And if you’re not into mean or older!Eddie then keep scrolling! Mean!Daddy Eddie, brat taming, spanking with a flogger as seen in the mood board below, use of a ball gag, degradation, manhandling, face slapping, pussy slapping, edging, use of vibrators, orgasm denial, masturbation (m), uhhh use of a sex swing, use of a physical form of a safeword since the reader is being gagged with a ball gag and can’t speak, p in v smut, squirting, multiple orgasms, some tender loving aftercare, etc

“You really thought you were going to get away with disobeying Daddy like that? Thought that begging and pleading after was going to make a difference? Pathetic. You’re nothing but a pathetic little brat who needs to be put in her place.” Eddie growled out as he laid whip after whip to your ass cheeks, your body writhing in the sex swing he manhandled you into minutes prior for testing him in public around his buddies when he’d warned you not to. Your cries were muffled by the ball gag he attached to your face soon after putting you in the sex swing, his words just before putting it on still replaying in your mind.

Daddy doesn’t need to hear you begging for mercy, it’s not going to work now that you’ve pulled your little stunt, so you’re just going to shut the fuck up and take what Daddy has to give you, ’kay?

Tears spilled down your face from each whip of the flogger to your ass cheeks, the stinging and throbbing sensations growing more intense by the minute, and you just knew there were welts that were going to take days to heal. You tried your best to muffle out a "please!" around the ball gag, but unfortunately to no avail.

“Bad girl, you’re such a bad girl.” Eddie sneered as he laid multiple more whips to your very red and welted ass cheeks, pupils blown wide and cock straining in his jeans as he eyed your beaten ass. He tsked as he reached to trace his fingers along the busted skin, giving a mock pout as he gave your cheeks a harsh smack with his hand this time. “Your poor ass. This all could have been avoided had you behaved like a good girl like Daddy told you to. But no, just had to test your Daddy in front of his friends like the bad little girl that you are.”

You let out a muffled sob in response, your body forced forward in the sex swing as he laid yet another harsh smack to your ass, the flogger since abandoned on the bed so he could lay more punishing spanks to your ass. Your punishment hurt, oh did it hurt, but it also felt so good coming from the man you were head over heels in love with. The way his large, ring clad hand met your ass with each stinging slap, really had your pussy dripping with arousal. Which of course he noticed.

“Look at you, already so fucking wet for me and I’ve only just spanked you. Anything I do to you turns you on, huh? What a pathetic slut, nothing but a pathetic slut for me.” He let out a patronizing chuckle, giving your ass another smack and watching as your ass cheeks jiggled. “Is that what you are? My pathetic, slutty little brat?”

“Mmmm! Mmhmm!” You whined around the ball gag as you rapidly nodded your head, feeling as your arousal continued to drip out of you. Your mind was clouded by thoughts of Eddie, how much you needed him, but you knew he wasn’t going to give you what you wanted, not today.

Eddie grabbed you by a fistful of your hair and yanked you backwards off the swing, pulling you flush against his chest where he immediately pressed his lips to your ear. “I’d ask you what you want from Daddy, but your mouth is a little full right now, ain’t it?” He smirked at the small whimper you let out, knowing exactly what you needed but certainly not going to give it to you. “Now ain’t that too damn bad.”

Within seconds you were spun around and manhandled back on the sex swing, thighs spread far apart as Eddie took in the sight of your needy, glistening pussy. “Mmm... She looks so delicious. Too bad she won’t be getting my mouth tonight. Or my cock, for that matter.” He grinned, giving your pussy a hard slap before moving away from you. “Here’s what’s gonna happen, Daddy’s going to torture you with a couple of vibrators and as soon as you’re on the brink of an orgasm, he’s going to deny you of that pleasure. And he’s going to do it over and over until you’ve learned your fucking lesson. Got it?” When you don’t give an affirming nod, he growls and moves closer to lay a hard smack to your face. “I said got it?!”

“Mmmm!” You nodded your head as more tears spilled down your cheeks, looking up at Eddie with your best doe eyes in hopes he would ease back on his punishment, but Eddie wasn’t going to give in to you that easily. Oh no, his reserve was far stronger than that.

“Those eyes aren’t going to work on me today, so you better give up trying. You know what to do if this becomes too much for you, but until that happens, Daddy isn’t fucking stopping.”

You let out a whimper at that, giving your head another nod as you blinked away the tears that seemed to endlessly well up in your eyes, the tears that Eddie seemingly loved to see.

“You look so pretty when you cry for Daddy. Daddy just loves making you cry, especially when you deserve it.” He chuckled deeply, moving off the bed now so he could grab his box of "punishment toys" from under the bed and pull out two of the vibrators inside. He smirked as he climbed back on the bed, turning the insertable one on its highest setting and giving no warning before shoving it as far as it was able go inside you, his cock twitching at the muffled cry you let out.

“Now remember, don’t you dare cum or you will not like the consequences of that.” He turned on the bullet vibrator to its highest setting next and mercilessly held it against your clit, watching with blown pupils as your pussy clenched around the vibrator inside you while your body thrashed in the swing. “Whatsa matter, Baby? Can’t take it already? Daddy’s only just started.” He mock pouted, rubbing the vibrator in circles on your clit which had you crying even more and trying to move away from it.

“Don’t fucking move.” Eddie growled, momentarily pulling the vibrator away from your clit so he could give it a punishing smack. “You’re going to take what Daddy has to give and you’re going to fucking like it. Don’t make me restrain your wrists and ankles to this bed to keep you from moving.” He warned, pressing the vibrator against your clit again and earning more cries from your throat.

Just as he said he would, he brought you to the precipice of an orgasm just to rob you of it, pulling both vibrators out of and away from you and humming with a smirk as it had you whining and rocking your hips in desperation. You wanted so badly to beg and plead for him to let you orgasm at least once, but your inability to speak didn’t allow you to do so. Tears spilled relentlessly down your face as he repeated his torture and coaxed you towards an orgasm just to rip it away from you, over and over and over again for what felt like hours.

Eddie was getting off on torturing you, so much so that it brought him to the point of pulling out his cock and stroking it to the sight of you writhing in the swing before him, deep grunts and groans leaving his throat as he got himself off to your muffled whines and sobs. Only after a minute of stroking himself thick ropes of cum were spilling out him, purposely aiming his load towards your vibrator stuffed pussy to further torture and punish you from your actions earlier in the day. “Fuck, you look so pretty like this, Babydoll. Pussy stuffed and covered with my cum. Gonna make a creamy mess of her, turn her into a little toaster strudel.”

You sobbed at that, giving your head multiple side to side shakes. You weren’t sure how much more of this torture you could take, your body needed a release and if he didn’t give it to you, you felt you would go into a full body shock. You needed to cum, needed him to cum inside you. This pure torture was not worth disobeying him. You definitely regretted pulling your earlier stunt while the two of you were out at a bar with his buddies that work for him at his tattoo parlor.

“Awww... Does my Baby not like the sound of that?” He mock pouted. “Well that’s too damn bad because this is my pussy and I do what the fuck I want with her.” He removed both vibrators from you then, turning them off and tossing them to the side so he could continue torturing you by making himself cum all over your pussy. “She’s gonna look so pretty covered in my cum. S’always so pretty, but she’s gonna be even prettier when I turn her into a little cum painting.”

You whined at that, unable to rip your gaze away from the way Eddie’s hand stroked along his cock, wishing he would just push it inside you and make you a little creampie instead. You gave your hips desperate rocks forward, wishing you could just drop your hand and rub yourself to your own orgasm, but you knew you wouldn’t be able to get away with it seeing as his eyes were glued to your pussy while he got himself off. “Mmmmmm!” You pleaded around the ball gag, but they only fell on deaf ears as Eddie stroked himself to another release.

“Fuuuuuucking hell!” Eddie groaned as he came on your pussy again, tossing his head back with his eyes squeezed tight as the pleasure coursed through him. You wanted to start rubbing your clit then, but he was quick to open his eyes again and glue his gaze back onto your pussy. “Look at her, so fucking pretty...so fucking pretty.” He groaned as he continued stroking along his cock, further pulling needy whines and cries from your lips as he left you to suffer, which only had him smirking sadistically. “Keep crying, Daddy loves it when you cry.”

You sobbed at that, knowing he wasn’t going to stop anytime soon nor give you the orgasm you were desperately seeking, the ache between your thighs so painful you knew the lack of an orgasm was going to be far worse than the punishment itself he was giving you. Part of you was screaming to sign your safeword so he would finally just take care of you and tend to your aching ass, but the other part of you didn’t want to interrupt his fun seeing as he was enjoying himself. Then you remembered what he told you when you both first discussed your verbal and physical safeword together, that you needed to use it no matter how much he was enjoying himself because he didn’t want you to be too uncomfortable or in pain because he didn’t want to upset or hurt you too much.

You hiccupped as you signed "puppet" in sign language, which immediately had Eddie releasing his cock and quickly rushing to unattach the ball gag from around your head. “Shit. Are you okay, Doll? Talk to me.” Eddie frowned as he pulled you out of the swing and into his arms which he wrapped around your trembling form, holding you against his chest where you buried your face against it to let out short sobs.

“I-- I can’t take-- I’m sorry.” You sobbed even harder, your own arms wrapping around his chest as you pressed yourself closer against him. You couldn’t get your words out, too trapped in your emotional breakdown to express your thoughts or feelings. Eddie tightened his arms around you, a deep frown etched into his features knowing he may have pushed you too far this time. Eddie hated that he made you like this, unable to coherently speak and tell him what was on your mind.

“I’m so sorry, Baby. Daddy’s done punishing you, okay? Daddy’s gonna take good care of you now.” He murmured as he rubbed his hand up and down your back, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head to help bring you into a state of comfort. “You did so good, Honey. You took your punishment very well, Daddy’s so proud of you.” He murmured, pulling back to gaze down at you after a minute and reaching a hand up to cup your cheek and brush his thumb against your cheekbone. “Daddy’s gonna tend to your bum now, okay?”

You whimpered in response, the aching throb between your legs not subsiding as your body begged for release after his relentless time of orgasm denial. Fresh tears sprung from your eyes, which had Eddie frowning all over again. “What is it, Baby? What’s wrong?”

“It-- it hurts.” You hiccupped, squeezing your thighs together for some sort of friction to ease the ache.

“I know, beautiful, I know. Daddy’s gonna put some medicine on your bum in a minute, okay?”

“N-no,” you sobbed, clutching onto his shirt as you moved to bury your face into it again. “sh-she hurts so bad, Daddy. Your pussy h-hurts so bad. Need to cum, Daddy, please I c-can’t take this pain anymore.” You whimpered into his chest, hoping and praying Eddie would be lenient with you this one time to relieve you of the pain you were feeling.

He let out a soft sigh at that, knowing there was no way he could say no to you when you were in any sort of pain, no matter how upset he may have been with you at one point for your prior bratty actions. “Mouth, fingers, or cock, Baby?”

“Cock, please Daddy! S’only thing that’s gonna relieve the ache.” You whimpered as you lifted your head to look up at him with tear filled doe eyes, bottom lip wobbling from your overwhelming emotions.

“Okay, okay. Daddy’s got you, pretty girl. Don’t cry.” He murmured, leaning down to press a deep kiss to your lips as he moved you into a laying down position, immediately pressing the head of his cock against your entrance and filling you in one quick thrust forward, swallowing the pleased moan you let out in response. “Fuck. Y’feel so good, Babygirl.”

You whimpered against his lips in response, followed by a loud cry of pleasure when he started thrusting at a quick pace and aiming for the spots inside you that had you coming undone the quickest. “Oooohh Daddy!” You gasped, your hands gripping onto his biceps as you took every thrust of his cock into you, feeling as your orgasm was on a quick rise.

“C’mon, Babygirl, let go for Daddy.” He murmured into the kiss, dropping one of his hands to start rubbing your clit in delicious circles which only had your orgasm growing even closer, groaning deeply at the way your walls clenched hard around him. “Oh, you’re close, Babygirl. Come on, cum for Daddy.” He added pressure to his rubs to your clit, which had your orgasm finally washing over you and you starting to cum and squirt hard on his cock.

“Daaaaaddyyyyyy!”

“Fuck, that’s my girl! Make a mess of Daddy and his cock.” He groaned, wondering to himself how he could deny not only you, but himself of these delicious releases. Making you make messes for him was one of his favorite things to do, so he was regretting using orgasm denial as a form of punishment for your bratty actions. “Fuck, I should have overstimulated you with multiple orgasms instead. Love it when you make a mess of me.”

“Next time, Daddy.” You whined, which had Eddie leaning back with a playful smirk.

“Oh? You insinuating you’re gonna be a brat again?”

“Not anytime soon, Daddy. Promise.” You murmured as you smiled up at him, leaning up to press another kiss to his lips. “M’ready for you to tend to my bum now.”

“Yeah? Sure you don’t need Daddy to make you cum and squirt again?” He mused with a smirk, giving small rubs to your clit which had you whining some more.

“Only if Daddy wants t-- oh fuuuuuuck!” You cried out as Eddie started rapidly thrusting in and out of you again, his rubs to your clit only growing more as he coaxed you towards another messy release.

“One more. S’all Daddy wants. Just one more mess of his cock and then he’ll take care of your bum.”

“Oh fuck! Oh Daddy! Oh yeeeeeees!” You squealed as you tossed your head back, eyes rolling into the back of your head as another orgasm was on a quick rise inside you. “Oh, I’m so close! Please don’t stop, Daddy!”

“Won’t, Babygirl. Not ’til you make another mess of my cock.” He promised, grabbing your thighs and pushing them against your chest while thrusting harder and deeper into you, letting out guttural moans as you repeatedly clenched around him. “That’s it, squeeze Daddy’s cock. Want Daddy’s cum inside you? Hm, pretty girl?”

“Please, Daddy! Please, need your cum inside me!” You cried out, moving your gaze to watch as he fucked you, your jaw falling slack at the sight of how stretched out your pussy was from his fat cock splitting you open. “Oh! Oh Daddy!” You moaned loud, holding your thighs against your chest which gave him the chance to start rubbing your clit again, your eyes rolling towards the back of your head again as your orgasm slammed into you and you started to cum and squirt hard a second time on his cock.

“Fuck, that’s my good girl! What a big mess for your Daddy!” He growled, continuing his thrusts to chase his own release which hit him not long after yours, stilling his hips with a roaring moan as he painted your insides with his cum. “Fuck, I love you, Babygirl. Love you so fucking much.” He groaned as he leaned down to press a hard kiss to your lips, his hands cupping your face now as he poured his love into you.

“Love you, Daddy!” You moaned into his mouth, wrapping your arms around him now as you kissed him deeper in return. You sighed as he slowly started pulling his cock from inside you, feeling as his cum dripped out of your fucked out hole. “Mmm... Thank you Daddy.”

Eddie smiled at that, moving to press a warm kiss to your forehead before pulling away from you all together. “Anything for you, Babygirl. Now come on, let’s go to the bathroom and get some medicine on your bum.” He tucked his cock back in his jeans before picking you up from the bed and carrying you to the bathroom where he set you down and had you bend over the sink so he could apply some Neosporin to your welted and bruised ass cheeks, pressing soothing kisses along your back and shoulder blades before leaning back and moving you to face him again. “Wanna go cuddle on the couch and watch a horror movie?”

“Please? Can I grab some jammies first?” You pouted up at him, which he quickly kissed away with a smile.

“Course, Babygirl. C’mon.” He murmured before taking your hand and leading you back to the bedroom to grab you a pair of PJs to put on, waiting until you got dressed before picking you up into his arms again and carrying your giggling form towards the living room where he sat down with you in his lap and grabbed the remote to turn on the TV. He put on a random horror movie before wrapping his arms around you and holding you against his chest, which you immediately nuzzled your face against as you wrapped your arms around him.

“I love you, Daddy.”

“I love you too, beautiful girl. No matter how bratty you are or how mean Daddy gets with you, I will always love you. Nothing will ever change that. You’re my best girl and you always will be. Brat or not.”

You lifted your head then to look at him, giving him a bright smile as you leaned in to press a soft kiss to his lips. “Always Daddy’s best girl. Only Daddy’s best girl.” You murmured, breaking away from the kiss after a moment before laying your head back on his chest and succumbing to his warmth.

Nothing compared to moments like these and you cherished every second of them. Eddie was the best man that ever came into your life and nothing or no one would ever change that.

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Fade To Black

A/N: Alright y’all, here’s the self insert turned reader insert you wanted 🤭

pairing: Eddie Munson x f!Reader

word count: 6.4k+ (I added a few extra sentences that made the word count go up a bit 💀)

warnings: heavy angst, mentions of self harm, mentions of failed suicide attempt, mentions of days of starvation thus leading to weight loss, uses of multiple petnames, confessions of mutual love, overprotective and caring!Eddie, bacon consumption, Daddy kink, oral (f!receiving), unprotected p in v smut, use of handcuffs, one pussy slap, dom!Eddie, dark!Eddie (literally at the end), murder, mentions of past murders, profanity, etc (apologies if I missed anything significant) (18+ ONLY. Minors DNI, this is not for you!)

Eddie knew something was off with you when he heard Fade to Black by Metallica being blasted from your trailer next door for the third day in a row. Usually he wasn’t nosy or mindful of such things, but when it was a song regarding suicidal thoughts and feelings, he felt in the moment that he had to be because you’re his best friend whom he cared tremendously about, so he quickly made his way over to your trailer and let himself in with the key you had hidden under one of your garden planters.

You gave Eddie permission when you first got close to let himself in any time he wanted to come over to hang out, so walking right in without knocking wasn’t new to him. To be honest, your place felt like a second home to him, so he felt comfortable enough to do it by this point.

“Y/N?” He called out over the music, but it was playing so loud in your room that you couldn’t even hear his presence in your home. Quickly he made his way to your room, not even bothering to knock on the door before opening it. The sight he walked into had his heart dropping and a concerned frown immediately taking over his features.

You looked as though you were in a daze, staring into space and sat on the spot on your bed completely unaware of his presence with dried tears staining your cheeks along with days old mascara. Dark bags were under your eyes and your cheeks looked much thinner than when he last saw and spoke to you almost a week ago, and he knew then that you had not moved from that spot for the entire three days you had the song playing on repeat.

“Jesus Christ.” He gasped, immediately walking over to your stereo to turn off the music before going over to where you were sitting on your bed and reaching to cup your face in his hands, giving your cheek a few hard taps to try breaking you out of your current state of disassociation. “Hey. Hey, snap out of it Y/N. Come back to me, Sweetheart. It’s Eddie, come back to me, please!” He spoke frantically, dropping to his knees in front of you to gaze into your distant orbs and moving his hands to your shoulders to start shaking you to snap you out of it since his taps to your face weren’t working. “Y/N. Y/N, snap out of it!”

You finally took in a long, hard gasp once Eddie’s frantic shakes pulled you back to reality, your gaze finally focusing in on Eddie kneeling in front of you before your eyebrows were furrowing together in a confused state. “Am I in Heaven?”

Eddie huffed out a soft laugh at that, giving his head a small shake as a relieved smile that you were okay overtook his features. “No, Sweetheart. You’re very much alive.” He reassured you, reaching his hand up to gently cup your cheek in it.

“Oh…” You said quietly, looking down for a moment as you rubbed one of your hands over your sleeve covered forearm. Your bloody sleeve covered forearm at that.

Eddie’s gaze followed your movements and that’s when he finally noticed the bloodsoaked sleeve of the sweater you were wearing. “Shit.” He gasped, gently grabbing your arm and pulling up the sleeve to reveal multiple cuts along your forearm. He felt his heart drop even more, eyes widening in realization that you actually tried cutting your wrists to kill yourself. Luckily you didn’t do it the correct way, otherwise you would definitely be dead right now. “Jesus, Y/N, what did you do?”

You turned your face away from Eddie then, eyes watering and bottom lip wobbling as the events from the other day came rushing right back to the forefront of your mind again. “Nothing.” You whispered, not wanting to look in the eyes of the boy you loved so much knowing he knew exactly what you’d tried to do.

“Nothing? Cutting your wrists like this isn’t nothing, Sweetheart. You could have killed yourself!” He frowned, cupping your jaw in his hand and turning your gaze back onto him. “Why would you do such a thing?”

You sobbed then, pulling his hand away from your face so you could bury it in your own hands. How were you going to tell the boy you were in love with that you tried to end it all because he didn’t love you back? That he had his eyes set on someone else and not you like you’d hoped and prayed for?

Eddie immediately pulled you into his embrace for a comforting hold, his frown deepening as you hugged him hard and buried your face against his chest to sob even louder. His heart ached not only knowing you wanted to kill yourself, but because he’d never seen you in such a state of despair before, not even when your ex boyfriends cheated on you. “It’s okay, you’re okay. I’ve got you.” He cooed as he rubbed his hand up and down your back, resting his cheek atop your head as he let you sob out your emotions.

“Yet I don’t have you.” You whimpered, your hands clutching at the back of his battlejacket as you spoke the truthful words that had your heart shattering all over again.

“What do you mean? Of course you have me. I’m here, aren’t I?” He questioned in confusion, not understanding where you were getting at. You were one of his favorite people, of course you had him.

“Not…not in the way I want.” You whispered, squeezing your tear filled eyes shut as you continued. “Candi has a higher chance of having you than I do.”

“What…what are you saying?” Eddie asked, pulling you away from him so he could cup your face in his hands again and force you to look him in the eyes, sighing when you averted your gaze by looking down towards your lap. “Y/N…” He dipped his head down to find your gaze again, which had a small whimper leaving your lips as you closed your eyes to avoid his own. “Y/N look at me.”

“I can’t.” You whispered, feeling as the heartbroken emotions grew stronger and stronger by the second. You couldn’t take looking in his eyes knowing he would never love you the same way you did him.

“Please, Princess, look at me.” He frowned, his pet name for you making your eyes snap open in surprise, him never having called you that before. “What did you mean by that? Tell me.”

“I…” You hiccupped, feeling the tears slipping down your cheeks which Eddie quickly brushed away with his thumbs. “I’ll never have your attention the way she does, your heart the way she does… I know you think she’s better than me, but I– I love you, Eddie Munson, and I can’t live knowing I’ll never have you the way my heart and soul desperately needs.” Your eyes quickly shut again as another sob rose and escaped from your throat, wishing now that your attempt at committing suicide would have worked because you were not ready to face the shame in being rejected by Eddie.

Eddie let go of your face then, shock in his expression at your unexpected confession. “Are you saying you’re in love with me?” He asked, before frowning all over again realizing you tried killing yourself because you thought he’d never love you back. “Wait…you tried killing yourself because you thought I’d never return your feelings?”

You only nodded in response, keeping your eyes shut so you didn’t have to look him in the eyes when he rejected you. You could feel the painful tightness in your chest worsening at the thought of your confession ruining your friendship forever, knowing that Eddie would never look at you the same way again, or even talk to you ever again for that matter.

“Look at me.” Eddie stated as he grabbed your face again, waiting until you finally opened your eyes before leaning in to press a longing kiss to your lips, swallowing your surprised gasp before deepening the kiss even more. He pulled back after a few moments to meet your gaze again, pained but relieved tears welling up in his eyes. “You love me? And I almost fucking lost you because you thought I could never love you the same?” He sighed. “Baby, I only went for Candi because I never thought you would love me. I thought maybe you felt you’re too good for someone like me, which if I’m being honest, you are… But really? You really think I think that girl is better than you? That is the stupidest fucking thing I’ve ever heard leave your lips. I love you, Princess, and I’ve loved you since the moment I first met you when you moved in here with your grandma all those years ago. God rest her soul. I wish she were here, she absolutely would have talked you out of what you did.”

“You love me?” You whispered, completely taken aback by Eddie’s confession and feeling as his spoken love for you patched your heart right back together again. You never realized Eddie loved you like that, never felt or seen any hints that he had any romantic feelings for you, and with what Candi told you a few days ago, you would never have Eddie’s heart.

“I love you more than anything in this entire fucking world and it absolutely breaks my heart knowing that you almost took your own life because you couldn’t see it.” His voice cracked as he spoke, feeling as broken emotions of his own started overflowing before a shaky, breathy sob escaped his lips and he immediately pulled you in for a hard hug to bury his face against your chest this time. “Please don’t ever fucking do that again. I would be an absolute wreck if I ever lost you. I’d leave this world in a heartbeat if I ever lost you.”

“I’m sorry.” You whimpered as you hugged him right back, holding him against your chest as you buried your face in his hair and started sobbing again yourself. “I’m sorry, Eds. I’ll never try killing myself again, not now that I know you love me the way I love you.”

“Promise?” He croaked out, squeezing you tightly out of fear that he’d lose you at any moment.

“I promise.” You whispered, pressing your lips to the top of his head as you squeezed him right back. “I’ll never leave you, Eds. I’m here and I’m yours for life.” You promised, feeling the guilt from your wrongful action weighing on you knowing it hurt the one you loved more than you anticipated it to.

“Good because I really fucking need you in my life, for the rest of my life.” He confessed, pulling back from your chest after a second to gaze up into your bloodshot orbs with his own broken ones. “I love you so fucking much, Y/N, and I promise I will spend every day for the rest of our lives together reminding you that you’re truly the only girl I will ever want and need in this lifetime.”

“I love you too, Eds. Feelings are mutual. And I’ll spend every day making up for what I almost put you through. I’m so sorry.” You whispered, leaning in to press another kiss to his lips as you reached to cup his face and lightly brush his tears away.

“Good. Now please, let me take care of you since you’ve been cooped up in here for three days without eating or drinking anything. You look like shit, Baby.” He said in the kindest way possible, earning a smile and soft giggle from you in return.

“Sounds good to me, Baby.” You murmured, smiling as Eddie immediately stood up and picked you up in his arms to carry you to the bathroom, doing exactly as he said he would and taking very good care of you after your three days in what felt like Hell, starting with cleaning up your dried, bloody arm and pressing gentle kisses to each cut before adding a nice thick layer of Neosporin so they wouldn’t get infected. Thankfully your cuts weren’t deep or wide enough to need stitches, so they started their own healing process by scabbing over.

After tending to your self harm wounds and getting them covered in gauze, Eddie reached up to cup your face and gently brush his thumbs along your cheekbones, giving you a smile so full of love it had your heart leaping in your chest. “I love you, my pretty Princess. And I’m never going to stop reminding you of that. I’m so sorry for the emotional torment you went through and I promise you’ll never have to go through it again, not while I’m around.” He leaned in to press a soft kiss to your lips, smiling as you deepened it while wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I love you too, my handsome knight in metalhead armor. I’m sorry too and I promise I’ll never worry you in the way that I did ever again.” You murmured, twirling a couple strands of his hair around your finger as you gazed up at him with a smile of your own.

“Knight in metalhead armor, huh? I love it.” He grinned, leaning in to press a warm kiss to your forehead before pulling back again. “How about I run you a bath and then make you a nice big meal to eat since you haven’t eaten in days? I don’t like how much weight you’ve lost already.” He frowned, brushing his thumbs against your cheeks again.

“I just made that up.” You giggled. “It’s fitting too.” You smiled, fluttering your eyelids shut at his kiss to your forehead. “Sounds amazing to me, Baby.” You grinned and nodded, leaning into his gentle touches to your cheek as you gazed up at him again.

“Good. You sit right here while I get the bath started.” He murmured, pressing another kiss to your forehead before walking over to the tub to get the water started and plugging it so it started to fill the tub. “Bubbles, Princess?”

“Yes please.” You smiled, leaning against the mirror behind you as you watched Eddie get the bubble bath set up for you, admiring everything about him as he did as he said he would and took very good care of you. You absolutely loved Eddie more than anything in the world and you were beyond happy knowing that he loved and cared for you the way you did him.

He turned to you after a minute once he finished getting the bath ready then turned off and walked back over to where you were sitting on the sink countertop to stand in front of you, grabbing the hem of your shirt and giving you a questioning look with his eyes to make sure taking your clothes off was okay first. “May I?”

“Of course, Eds.” You smiled, lifting your arms above your head so he could easily slide your shirt off before tossing it on the floor behind him. You blushed beneath his gaze as his eyes took in the sight of your bare chest, giving your bottom lip a hard bite as he leaned forward to press a gentle kiss to each of your breasts.

“God, you’re perfect. I’m so blessed that you’re finally mine, all mine.” He mused, giving his tongue a small flick against your nipples and smiling at the soft gasp you let out in response. “You like that, huh?”

“Mmm yeah…” You breathed, letting your fingers tangle through his hair as he mimicked his actions and giving your pussy a squeeze around nothing at the feeling.

Eddie hummed in response before urging you to lift your hips so he could pull down your shorts and panties, his cock twitching in his pants at the sight of you in all your glory, wanting so badly to have a taste of your pretty pussy, but holding back the urge so he could take care of you first. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Baby… Gonna show you how beautiful I think you are later, just want you to be nice and cleaned up and fed before I do, since I know you’re probably feeling icky and weak from not moving from your bed for a few days.”

“Yeah, my tummy does really hurt.” You pouted, giving Eddie a wide smile as he gently rubbed at your belly before dropping down to press a few soft kisses to it.

“Don’t worry, my pretty girl, once I get you in the bath I’m gonna cook up something nice and filling for you to eat.” He smiled as he stood back up straight again, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you flush against him so he could kiss you deeply, humming in content as your legs wrapped snug around his own waist. “Mmmm come on, let’s get you in that nice hot bath.” He murmured into the kiss before lifting you off the bathroom counter and carrying you over to the tub so he could carefully lower you into it, smiling as you let out a long sigh of relief before sinking yourself into the warmth, leaving only your head and wounded arm above the water level.

“Mmmmm this is nice and hot…, but not as hot as you.” You sighed again with a smile, earning a breathy laugh from Eddie as he shook his head and sank to his knees beside the tub to gently cup your jaw and turn your head towards him to press a soft kiss to your lips.

“Not as hot as you are, Princess.” He murmured against your lips, pulling a long dreamy sigh from them.

“I love it when you call me that.”

“What? Hot? Or Princess?” Eddie smirked, giving you another soft kiss on the lips.

“Both.” You hummed, kissing him a little deeper as you reached your hand up to cup his cheek. “But mostly Princess.” You giggled.

“Then I will never stop calling you Princess, Princess.” He grinned, earning another giggle from you.

“Good.”

“Mmm…” He hummed in agreement, grabbing your loofah and putting some body wash on it before motioning for you to sit up so he could start washing your neck, chest and back, smiling as you let out a content sigh before getting your good arm and armpits next. “Lift your leg for me, pretty girl.” He murmured as he held his hand out for you to rest your leg on, giving you a smile before starting to wash it then washing the other, moving the loofah towards your pussy next so he could gently wash it as well.

“You’re so good to me.” You sighed deep and with content, which had Eddie looking over at you with an even wider smile.

“Well you deserve it, so.” He murmured, putting your loofah back in its place before standing up to grab the removable shower head and turning it on so he could wet your hair, shutting the water off for a moment before pouring some of your 2-in-1 shampoo and conditioner into his hand and lathering it into your hair, giving your scalp soothing and gentle scratches to get it lathered up as well. “Almost done, my pretty Princess.”

“Mmmm thank you, my handsome knight in metalhead armor.” You smiled wide, closing your eyes as he turned the shower back on to start rinsing your hair and body.

“Anything for my best girl.” He grinned, putting the shower head back in its place before moving to kneel back beside you and pressing another kiss to your lips. “Where do you keep your makeup remover? Want to get that smeared mascara off your face before I go cook you something to eat.”

“It’s under my bathroom sink.” You answered with a smile, watching as he went to grab it along with a cotton pad which he saturated with the makeup remover before coming back over to you and kneeling back down beside you.

“Close your eyes, Baby.” He encouraged, waiting until they were closed before wiping the cotton pad all over your face and around your eyes to remove the days old makeup from your beautiful face. “There. All cleaned, pretty girl.” He smiled, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips before slowly pulling away. “You sit right here in your relaxing bath while I go and get started on cooking you something to eat. Craving anything in particular?”

“Whatever in my cabinets you can cook without burning my place down.” You giggled, remembering the time he told you he tried making a birthday meal for his uncle Wayne and ended up nearly burning their trailer to the ground.

“Oh haaa ha. Very funny.” He teased, giving your lips a few pecks. “You got mac and cheese?”

“Mmhm… Should have three boxes in there.” You smiled.

“Then three boxes of mac and cheese it is.” He chuckled, standing up from his spot on the floor beside the tub.

“Can you make some extra crispy bacon to break up and add to the mac and cheese too? Pleeeaaase?” You questioned with doe eyes.

“Anything for you.” He reiterated his previous statement, giving you another smile before leaving the bathroom to head into the kitchen and grab a pot from one of the bottom cabinets, filling it with water to start boiling it on the stove before grabbing the boxes of mac and cheese from the cabinet along with bacon from the fridge which he waited a few minutes to throw on the stove before cooking, that way it would finish right as the mac and cheese finished.

You sighed in content as you relaxed in the bath, grabbing some of the bubbles in your hand and blowing them off with a soft giggle. In this moment you were happier than you’d ever been before, feeling the love in your heart and throughout your entire being knowing the boy you loved loved you just the same. Had you known three days ago that Eddie loved you, you would never have taken that razor blade to your wrists, and knowing now that he did, you were grateful your suicide attempt failed. Seemed God was certainly looking out for you, for both of you.

Once Eddie finished cooking and getting the food prepared on plates, he returned to the bathroom to retrieve you, giving you a wide smile as he went to the bath to pull the plug from the drain so the water could empty from the tub. “Food’s all ready, Baby.” He grinned, going to grab you a towel from the closet before coming back and helping you out of the tub so he could wrap it around you and help you dry off. “Feeling all refreshed, my beautiful girl?”

“Mmhm. Thank you, Baby. So much.” You grinned up at him with pure adoration in your eyes, his own eyes filled with just the same amount of adoration as he gazed back at you.

“You are very welcome.” He hummed, giving you a peck on the lips before finishing drying you off and handing you the towel so you could wrap it around your hair to dry. “Want your bathrobe or clothes?”

“Bathrobe is fine, since you’ll be taking it off of me after we finish eating anyways.” You blushed at the thought of what was to come after you both ate, giggling as Eddie wrapped his arms around your naked form and pulled you flush against his body.

“Touche.” He smirked, leaning down to press a passion filled kiss to your lips as he slipped his hands down to cup and squeeze your ass cheeks, pulling a soft moan from your lips that had his cock throbbing in his jeans. “Okay, okay. Food first, moaning later.” He chuckled, reaching to grab your bathrobe from the hook on the back of the door and putting it on you before grabbing your hand and leading you to the table where your food awaited you.

“Mmmm it smells so yummy, Eds. And my kitchen didn’t go up in flames!”

“Hush it, you.” He chuckled, helping you into your chair before sitting in the one across from you and reaching his hand out for you to take, smiling as you immediately took it and giving yours a gentle squeeze. “I love you, Princess. Now eat up because I’m sure you’re starved.”

“I love you too.” You beamed. “And yes, I’m very starved.” You whined, grabbing your spoon and immediately digging in to start shoveling the macaroni and bacon into your mouth, letting out a pleased groan at the taste.

“I know you’re hungry, but damn Princess, slow down a little.” Eddie chuckled as he started digging into his own plate of mac and cheese, smiling at the cute little whine you let out after swallowing your first few large bites.

“It’s just so yummy, Baby. I can’t help it.” You gave him a pout, which had him smiling even more knowing you enjoyed his cooking, even if it was just a simple helping of mac and cheese with bacon bits.

“Good. I’m glad you enjoy it.” He chuckled before taking a few more bites of his own food.

“Mmhm!” You hummed, shoveling a few more large spoonfuls into your mouth and groaning again, unaware of the fact that Eddie was growing rock hard at the sound alone.

Eddie bit his lip hard as he dropped one of his hands beneath the table to rub at his raging erection, trying to calm it down a bit so he could finish taking care of you first before sticking his cock anywhere inside you, which he’d been oh so desperate to do for a long while now.

You smiled when you noticed Eddie dropped his hand beneath the table, knowing exactly why he moved it down there in the first place and wanting to play with him a bit because of it. After swallowing your bites of food you took another one, letting out an even louder moan this time as you lifted one of your feet to rub it along his thigh before kicking his hand away and using your foot to rub against his erection instead.

Eddie groaned deeply at your antics, giving you a warning glance as he set his spoon down and used his other hand to grab at your ankle. “Careful, Princess. You don’t know who you’re messing with.” He warned in a teasing manner, his eyes glued to your seemingly innocent face as you scooped up another mouthful of mac and cheese.

“Hm? Don’t know what you’re talking about, Daddy.” You spoke softly as you took the spoon into your mouth, smirking at the loud groan Eddie let out in response before he was gripping your ankle tighter.

“What did you just call me?”

“Eddie.” You shrugged after swallowing your food, biting your lip as he let out a low growl and rubbed his thumb into your ankle.

“Didn’t sound like Eddie to me.” He responded with darkened orbs pointed in your direction. “Sounded more like–”

“Can you pass the salt and pepper, Daddy?”

“That.” Eddie growled, immediately pushing your ankle off his lap before standing up from the table completely abandoning the rest of his food, walking around the table to where you sat and pulling you up by your unhurt arm which had you dropping your spoon onto the table with a playful whine. “You want Daddy? I’ll show you Daddy.” He immediately lifted you up from the floor before carrying you out of your trailer and towards his own next door where thankfully his uncle wasn’t home due to him pulling a double at his job at the plant.

You bit your lip hard knowing Eddie was about to truly show you who your Daddy was, your pussy throbbing and clenching around nothing at the thought. Once inside his trailer, Eddie immediately carried you to his bedroom where he laid you down on his bed where you’ve laid together to get high many times before, before going and grabbing his two pairs of handcuffs hanging on the wall and going right back to where you were laying and cuffing both of your wrists to the headboard, thankfully nowhere near where you’d hurt yourself days prior.

He quickly moved to kneel in front of you, taking in the sight of you at his mercy with lust blown pupils. “Fuck, you look so good like this. Can’t tell you how many times I’ve fantasized handcuffing you to my bed so I can do such filthy things to you.” He groaned out, immediately grabbing you by the thighs and spreading them apart so he could dive right in and start lapping at your dripping pussy, moaning loud at the juicy sweet taste of you before shoving his entire tongue inside you and flicking it around with fervor.

“Oooohh Eddie!” You cried out, gasping when he pulled his tongue from inside you to lay a punishing smack to your pussy.

“That’s not what you fucking call me.” He growled.

“Daddy! I’m sorry Daddy!” You whined, rocking your hips to get him to put his tongue where you needed it most.

“Atta girl.” He growled once more before going right back in to start fucking his tongue in and out of you, moving one of his hands over to start rubbing fast circles on your bundle of nerves, groaning as it had you squeezing around his tongue.

“Daddy! Oh Daddy, it feels so good! Mmmm please don’t stop!” You begged with a cry, tossing your head back then forward again to watch as he fucked you with his tongue, the sight alone having you squeezing his tongue again. “Oh fuck! Mmmmm you look so fucking hot like this!”

“Mmmm…” He moaned into your pussy, his hand on your thigh giving a firm squeeze while the other continued rubbing at your clit, his thumb adding more pressure which had you tugging at your restraints.

“Oh yes! Oh fuck just like that!” You moaned loud, keeping your gaze glued to his beautiful face as he absolutely devoured you. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum! Please don’t stop!” You gasped, arching your back and caging him between your thighs as you started rocking against his face. “Daddy! Oh Daddy so fucking good! Mmmm so close! M’so close!”

“Cum for me.” Eddie growled against your pussy, rubbing a little more harshly on your clit which had you crying out before starting to cum and squirt hard on him and his bedding below. “Fuuuuuuuck, that’s my girl! Such a big mess for Daddy!” He groaned, lapping up the remainder of your cum before releasing his grip on your thigh and sliding his way up towards your face so he could grab it in his hands and slip his tongue inside of your mouth, giving you a taste of yourself as he started rocking his clothed cock against your messy pussy.

You moaned into Eddie’s mouth at the taste of yourself on your tongue, rocking yourself against Eddie’s straining erection and giving a hard tug on the cuffs keeping you restrained to his bed. “Fuck me, Daddy! Please fuck me! Need you inside me so fucking bad, please!”

Eddie smirked at your begging pleas, leaning back after a moment to start working at freeing his painfully erect cock. “Oh Daddy’s going to fuck you alright. Been wanting to fuck you for so fucking long.” He growled, yanking down his jeans to free his cock and smirking at the way your eyes widened at the mere size of him. “Like what you see?”

“Fuck, yeah Daddy, you’re so fucking–” Your words were cut off by a loud moan the moment Eddie pushed inside you in one fluid thrust forward, him letting out a loud groan at the way your pussy clamped down around him once he bottomed out inside you. “Ooohh fuck.”

“Fuck you’re so fucking tight. Feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock, best fucking pussy ever.” He grabbed your legs then, getting them thrown over his shoulders so he could hug them against his chest as he started rapidly thrusting in and out of you, his cock twitching inside you at the lewd moans you were letting out. “Yeah? Feels good, Princess?”

“Yes yes yes! You’re so fucking big, Daddy! Such a big fat cock!” You cried out, giving multiple squeezes around his cock as you watched the way it fucked in and out of you from your viewpoint, jaw slack and eyes heavily lidded from how good and deep he felt inside you.

“Fuck, keep squeezing my cock just like that Princess. Fuck that feels so fucking good. Gonna make a big creamy mess of your insides.” He groaned, amping up the force of his thrusts that the headboard of his bed started slamming against his wall.

“Oh I’m gonna cum! Oh fuck just like that!” You cried out, feeling as another orgasm quickly started to build inside you, throwing your head back with an even louder cry when Eddie dropped one of his hands to start thumbing harsh circles on your clit. “Just like that! Oh Daddy, just like that!”

Eddie groaned loud in response, thrusting fast, hard, and deep inside you which soon had you clamping your tightest around him so far before you started cumming and squirting hard on his cock. “That’s it! That’s my girl! Make a big mess of Daddy’s cock!” He growled, eyes glued to the way his cum covered cock continued fucking in and out of you as he chased his own release.

“Cum in me, Daddy! Please make a big creamy mess of my insides!” You squealed, clenching harder and harder around him to coax his release out of him, which hit him not long after you started repeatedly clenching around him.

Eddie stilled his hips as his cock pumped rope after rope of his cum deep inside you, his head tossed back with a deep groan as he painted your insides. “Fuck, that’s my girl. Take my cum. So fucking good for me.” He groaned again, leaning forward to grab your face and pull you into a hard kiss, keeping his cock buried inside you as he forced his tongue inside your mouth.

“Eddie? What the fuck?”

Both Eddie’s and your gazes snapped towards his doorway, seeing Candi standing there with her arms crossed over her chest and a displeased glare sent both your ways. When she realized Eddie was fucking you, her arms fell and she scowled in your direction.

“Really, Eddie? Her?” Candi scoffed, her gaze moving to your bandaged forearm which had her smirking. “When I told you to slit your wrists, I meant the long way which will actually kill you, not the self harm way.” She rolled her eyes.

Eddie’s body stiffened when he heard Candi’s words, pulling away from and out of you before moving his gaze from Candi towards you. “What?” He frowned down at you, which had you looking away from him in shame. He quickly grabbed your jaw and gently forced you to look at him. “Don’t look away from me. She told you to do this?” He motioned to your bandaged arm, which had you hiccuping and nodding in response.

“Oh hell fucking no.” Eddie growled under his breath, quickly tucking his cock back in his jeans and climbing off his bed to stalk towards Candi who had a cocky little smirk on her face, reaching into his back pocket to grab his switchblade and opening it before slashing Candi right across the throat before she knew what was coming.

Candi’s hands immediately went to her throat, gasping and choking on her blood before she collapsed to the floor and bled out right there. Your eyes widened at the whole scene happening in front of you, looking from Candi’s lifeless body to Eddie who stood above her with pure hatred and murder in his eyes. “You worthless fucking cunt. I almost lost the love of my life because of you? You’re better off dead.” He growled, kicking Candi right in the face.

“Eddie.” You gasped in shock, looking at him in absolute bewilderment, never having expected him to commit murder. You weren’t scared, no, in fact you were far from it. You felt absolute crazy love welling up inside you knowing Eddie would kill for you. 

Eddie looked at you then, guilt swimming in his orbs knowing that bitch actually told you to kill yourself. Quickly he walked over to his bedside table to grab the keys to his handcuffs so he could uncuff you from his headboard, grabbing you once you were free and pulling you into his embrace. “I’m so sorry you had to see that, and I’m even more sorry that she had the audacity to tell you to fucking kill yourself.” He sighed as he pulled you away from him, reaching to cup your cheek in his hand and leaning in to press a deep kiss to your lips. “Go home. I have some cleaning up and disposing to do. I’ll meet you back there when I’m done, okay?”

“Don’t get caught, please.” You whispered, leaning into the gentle touch of his hand with tears of fear at the thought of him being caught welling up in your eyes.

“Oh Princess, I didn’t get caught with your ex boyfriends, what makes you think I’ll get caught now?” He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead before pulling back to look into your even more shocked eyes.

“That’s where they disappeared to?” You whispered, which had Eddie grinning and nodding.

“Yep, and they deserved the pain I put them through before I ended their worthless lives. Now go home, Princess. I’ll see you later and we’ll talk more about it then, okay? And don’t worry about me, I’ll be okay. This isn’t my first rodeo.” He smirked, giving you one more deep kiss before helping you off the bed and walking with you towards the front door where he gave your robe covered ass a firm smack before sending you off.

Yeah, this night took an unexpected turn that you were not anticipating.

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Hellfire Goodies

This is the result of a maladaptive daydream. You’re welcome.

pairing: Eddie Munson x f!Reader (here I am writing yet another new fic and not trying to at least work on my WIPs 💀)

word count: 3.9k+

warnings: fluff, love confessions, use of multiple pet names, semi mean Eddie towards Gareth, oral (f!receiving), unprotected p in v smut, squirting, multiple orgasms, Master kink, pussy slapping (like once 💀), exhibitionism, sorta public sex, empty death threat towards the end, etc (18+ only! Minors DNI. Eddie is 20 in this and reader is 19, so go away 😘)

summary: Just when Eddie Munson thought he couldn’t fall more in love with you, you bring baked goodies to Hellfire.

(Thank you so much @strangerfreak for making the gif I was looking for! Much better than the gif I made 🤭 Eddie looks at the reader like this at one point in the fic, so it’s why I wanted this gif in particular 😏)

Eddie perked up in his throne, raising his head high as he started sniffing the air like a drug sniffing dog searching someone for drugs.

“Dude. What are you doing?” Gareth questioned with a raised eyebrow, looking at his best friend and Dungeon Master as though he had three heads.

“You’re telling me you can’t smell that deliciousness?” Eddie quirked his own eyebrow, looking towards Gareth as he started sniffing even harder. Eddie’s mouth started watering the harder he sniffed and the closer the aroma grew to them, not even caring whether he looked insane at the moment.

“Smell what?” Mike questioned.

“Hey guys!” You beamed as you entered the drama room, holding a few containers you were carrying in your arms out in front of you. “I brought baked goodies!” You exclaimed proudly as you set them down on the table.

“That.” Eddie pointed out, an ecstatic grin forming on his features as he looked at the containers of baked goods and then you, pure admiration in his eyes as he gazed at you.

“I decided we all deserve something other than chips for once, so I took the liberty in baking brownies, cupcakes, and cookies. And look! I made them all Hellfire themed!” You grinned as you opened the lid on each container to reveal the brownies shaped to spell out Hellfire, the cupcakes with frosting in the Hellfire colors, and the sugar cookies shaped and frosted to look like the Hellfire logo. “I know it’s not much, but I was up all night baking, so you better appreciate my effort.”

“Holy shit, Sweetheart.” Eddie started, leaning over the table to get a good look at your hard work. “These are incredible! Thank you for being so considerate and treating us with such delicious goodies.”

“You are very welcome.” You blushed, giving your bottom lip a small bite as you glanced over at Eddie. “I did bake something extra special for you, mister Dungeon Master. But you can’t eat them yet because well... You’ll see.” You giggled as you set your shoulder bag down to dig inside for a smaller container, pulling it out after a moment before going over to where Eddie was sitting and handing it to him.

He looked up at you with curiosity for a moment before popping the lid off the container and giving a sniff, letting out a pleased hum as the scent of pot brownies met his senses. “You baked these just for me, pretty girl?” He grinned up at you, loving how flustered you’d become from the pet name.

“Yeah. You just...work so hard for us every week with all the campaign stuff, I figured you deserve a nice thank you treat for once.” You murmured with a bashful smile, watching as Eddie stood up from his chair to pull you into an appreciative hug, your face growing even hotter from the hug alone.

“Thank you so much, Princess. This truly means a lot. No one else shows me this kind of appreciation.” He shot the others a glare, which Gareth rolled his eyes at.

“Sorry we’re not bakers, Edward.”

Eddie sneered at the use of his government name, shooting Gareth a warning glare that said "I’ll kill your character tonight if you call me that again".

“You’re welcome, Eddie.” You giggled, lifting your head from where you’d nuzzled it against his chest when you hugged him back with a wide smile on your face. “Like I said, you deserve it.”

“Thank you, Princess.” He beamed down at you, getting lost in your beautiful orbs for a moment before clearing his throat and releasing you from his warm embrace. “I’ll certainly be eating one of these once I get home later.”

“Good idea. Can’t have you all high on us while you’re DMing.” You snickered, ignoring Gareth’s offended scoff over the fact that you baked Eddie pot brownies and not them before going and sitting down in your seat where you started grabbing all your D&D things from your bag.

Eddie sat back down on his throne and watched you with love stricken orbs, which Gareth noticed immediately and kicked his leg under the table to gain his attention before leaning over to whisper not so quietly.

“Tell me you didn’t just fall in love with her because she baked you pot brownies.” He rolled his eyes.

Eddie gave him yet another glare, leaning forward to whisper right back. “I didn’t just fall in love with her.” He leaned back then, averting his gaze towards his notes to start preparing for the start of where you all last left off in the campaign.

Everyone heard their little not-so-hushed exchange, you included, and you felt as your heart started racing in your chest realizing Eddie just admitted to being in love with you. And for how long?

You chewed on your bottom lip for a moment, staring down at your character sheet before you felt a sudden wave of bravery overcome you. You had to tell Eddie you shared his feelings, you just couldn’t wait any longer. “Hey, Eddie? Can I talk to you in private for a minute? It’s about a concern I have for my character tonight.”

Eddie looked at you with curiosity, but smiled nonetheless. “Oh, uhh...sure.” He stood up then, walking with you behind a nearby curtain where you immediately threw your arms around his neck and leaned up for an eager kiss, taking him by surprise for a moment before he quickly kissed you in return.

“I love you too.” You whispered, earning a wide smile from Eddie and a gaze of complete adoration before he was kissing you again and wrapping his arms around you to pull you closer against his broad chest.

You kissed for several long moments before Gareth’s voice broke the silence. “I knew it! They’re making out!” He shouted, which had Eddie growling into the kiss and pulling away to give him a death stare.

“Sit your ass back down or Malchor the Mighty dies tonight!” He warned, waiting until Gareth scurried away before glancing back down at you with an apologetic smile. “Sorry ’bout that, beautiful.”

“S’okay. We can continue this later.” You smiled up at him, staring at him with admiration for a few long moments before thinking "fuck it" and leaning in to kiss him a little harder this time, pressing yourself even closer to him as you lifted a leg to drape around his waist. His hands found your ass and gave a firm squeeze, pulling a soft moan from your throat as your fingers clutched at his Hellfire shirt.

“Would be nice to get this campaign started, huh guys?” Gareth grumbled to his fellow Hellfire members, which had Eddie growling all over again.

“Yeah, totally.” Dustin fake agreed with a mouthful of cupcake, not even caring at this point how long it took for them to get started.

“I’m sorry he’s like this.” Eddie mumbled to you, completely annoyed with Gareth for disrupting your little make out session.

“S’okay. Maybe I can come over after Hellfire ends and we can eat some pot brownies together? I can help you clean up here after everyone’s gone.” You suggested, which had Eddie beaming down at you.

“That sounds lovely. Let’s do it.” He took your hand in his, leading you back out towards where the others were waiting and now giving you both knowing smirks.

You blushed at their teasing smirks, moving to go sit in your chair before Eddie stopped you with a gentle grab of your wrist, looking up at him with curious doe eyes.

“I want you to sit next to me. Gareth, you can move your ass to where she usually sits.” Eddie grumbled at his friend, who scoffed and looked at him with offense.

“Really?”

“Really. Gather your shit and move.” Eddie stated before going and gathering your things for you and bringing them over to where Gareth was sulking and grabbing his things. “Hurry up.”

“I am! Asshole.” He muttered, earning yet another death glare from Eddie before he was quickly standing up and moving to the now empty chair that used to be yours.

You felt a little guilty for Gareth, but were more excited that you now got to sit next to Eddie. Dustin, Lucas, Mike, Jeff, and Doug all looked between the three of you in silent amusement, not missing the way Eddie stared daggers in Gareth’s direction as he took his new seat.

“Great, now that we’re all ready, let’s get started.” Eddie smirked as he turned his attention to his notes.

~

You gasped awake when you felt a gentle hand rubbing your back, blinking away the tired from your eyes as you lifted your head to find the drama room now empty aside from Eddie who was fondly smiling down at you. “Shit. Did I fall asleep? I’m so sorry, Eddie.” You frowned as you gazed up at him, your heart skipping a beat from the mere way he was looking at you.

“It’s okay, Baby. You were up late baking us those delicious goodies, I’m sure you needed that quick nap.” Eddie chuckled, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead which had a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

“How long was I out?”

“’Bout ten minutes? You passed out right around the time the party stopped to take a rest in the campaign, so you didn’t miss much at all towards the end.” He reassured, reaching to gently brush his thumb against your cheek which you instinctively leaned into.

You noticed Eddie had already cleaned everything up, frowning since you hadn’t been able to help as promised. “Sorry I didn’t help you clean up.”

“Hey, it’s okay. Quit your apologizing, pretty girl. You have no reason to.” He smiled, leaning down to press a warm kiss to the center of your forehead, which had you melting beneath the feeling of his lips. “But if you wanna make it up to me, you can sit your pretty self right here on the table and we can finish our little make out session from earlier.”

You giggled at his suggestive eyebrow wiggles, giving your bottom lip a soft bite before nodding your head and standing up so you could sit at the edge of the table. You hummed as Eddie immediately brought you in for a kiss, his hands resting on your waist as he closed the space between himself and where you were sitting on the table thus now standing between your legs, one of your arms slipping around his neck while your other hand rubbed down his chest towards his clothed cock where you gave a few rubs.

Eddie’s breath hitched in his throat, feeling as he throbbed at the touch of your hand on him. “Fuck...” He whispered. “What are you doing, beautiful?”

“Hm? Nothing...” You murmured innocently, giving a more firm rub this time and smiling as you felt his cock twitch beneath your hand.

“Nothing, huh? Mmmm...doesn’t feel like nothing.” He chuckled, nudging his nose against yours before going in for another kiss, gently grabbing your hand and moving it to his shoulder so he could grind his now growing erection against your clothed center.

You let out a soft moan in response, giving your hips a few rocks against him for some extra friction against your aching, needy pussy. “Eddie...” You breathed into the kiss, earning an inquiring hum from him in response. “Need you, need you to touch me. Please, been wanting you between my thighs for so long.”

Eddie pulled back with a pleased smirk, his gaze flicking from your own down to where his hips met yours. “Yeah? How long, Princess?” He mused as he slid his hands down to fiddle with the button on your shorts, not quite undoing them yet until he got an answer.

“Since we first met...” You blushed at your confession, having fantastized about Eddie going down on you since the moment you saw his breathtaking face and those perfect, plump lips just last year. And then his tongue..., when he first stuck it out during a Hellfire campaign you nearly came in your panties then, and it triggered even more of an onslaught of filthy fantasies of him making you cum on his tongue over and over.

“Fuck.” He groaned, immediately working at getting your shorts unbuttoned and zipped down so he could yank them down your legs and onto the floor below. He moved you off the table now and spun you around so he could bend you over it, dropping right down to his knees behind you and giving one of your ass cheeks a few bites that had you moaning loud for him, before spreading them apart to take in the sight of your glistening folds and groaning at how wet for him you were already. “Fuck, Baby, you’re dripping. And all for me?”

“Yeah, Eddie... Always only for you.” You sighed in content, gasping as his tongue lapped up the arousal dripping out of you before he was burying it inside your needy little hole and flicking it around like a starved man. “Oh, Eddie!” You cried out, tossing your head back as your left hand gripped at the edge of the table while your right one slapped against the top of it, already feeling as your knees started to buckle from the pleasure.

“Fuck, you taste so fucking good. M’never gonna wanna stop eating this perfect pussy.” Eddie groaned as he continued lapping at your folds, giving his tongue a few swirls around your clit.

“Mmmmm Master, please.” You whined in desperation at the thought of him always being buried between your thighs, not realizing in your pleasured daze that you slipped out one of your secret little fantasies of calling Eddie your Master. Eddie’s tongue stilled when it left your lips, which pulled a displeased whine from them.

“Did you just call me Master?” He smirked, quickly moving to stand back up so he could pull you away from the table and spin you around to face him, seeing how red your face had gone at the realization you let your little fantasy slip. “Is that what you want? You want me to be your Master, is that it?” He chuckled, sliding a hand down to start rubbing his fingers through your folds.

“Yes...” You whispered shyly, dropping your gaze to watch as he gathered your slick with his fingers. “Please.” You whimpered, rocking your hips to meet his touch, your desperation for him only growing stronger.

Eddie hummed in response, bringing his fingers to his lips to suck your arousal off of them before lifting you up to sit you on the edge of the table again, spreading your thighs apart and dropping to his knees again to dive right back in to start devouring your pussy, pulling a loud cry of pleasure from your lips.

“Fuuuuck, Eddie!” You let out a louder cry this time when he pulled away to smack your pussy, looking up at you with blackened orbs.

“That’s Master to you.” He reminded before going right back in and fucking his tongue inside you, flicking it around while bringing one hand up to start rubbing your clit in circles.

“Oh, Master! I’m--I’m gonna cum. Oh fuck, please don’t stop!” You cried out, resting on your elbows and watching as he ate you out like a man on death row. The pleasure of him eating and rubbing you continued to build and build until finally the coil within snapped and you started to cum and squirt hard on his tongue and face. “Oh my-- fuuuuuuck!”

“Holy shit.” He groaned delightedly at your drenching his face, immediately standing up to start unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his jeans to free his painfully erect cock. “I’m gonna need you to do that on my cock, Princess.”

“Please. I-I’ve never done that before.” You blushed, not having been able to even make yourself squirt. “Felt so good.”

Eddie gave you a shiteating grin at that, letting out a pleased breathy laugh as he gazed down at you with blown pupils. (this is where the gif reference comes in 🥴) “In that case, I’m gonna make it my mission to make you squirt every time I eat you out and fuck you.” He glided his cock through your creamy folds then, gathering up enough slick and cum to easily slide his entire thick length inside you. “Fuck you are tight, Baby.”

Your jaw fell as Eddie’s cock slowly split you open, taking in a sharp breath once he stilled balls deep inside you. “Oh fuck. M’gonna need a minute. You’re...you’re so big.” You sighed softly, Eddie giving you a smug smirk in response.

“Yeah?” He mused as he leaned forward to rest his elbows on each side of you, gazing down at you with pure adoration as he gave his hips a testy rock forward, grinning as it had you letting out a whine from the head of his cock brushing against your cervix.

“Y-yeah. Oh fuck you feel so good inside me, Master.” You whispered, gazing up at Eddie as your walls adjusted around him. You moved your hands to hold onto his shoulders, giving your lip a hard bite when you felt you were adjusted enough. “M’ready. Fuck me, please.”

Eddie groaned in response, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting right back in, setting a slow but deep rhythmic pace in thrusts while cupping your face in his hands, leaning down to press a long hungry kiss to your lips before slowly pulling away to gaze down at you. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful... And feel so good wrapped around my cock. I could spend hours buried inside this perfect pussy.”

“O-oh please. She’s all yours to fuck and fill.” You whimpered, keeping your gaze on his and letting out a pleased cry as he started picking up his pace in thrusts at your words.

“Yeah? This pussy is all mine? Hm? Only mine?” He grinned, watching as your jaw fell slack from his increasing pace in thrusts and groaning deeply as it had you giving a few squeezes around him.

“Yes, Master! She’s yours! Only yours! Only needs you!” You cried out as you wrapped your legs tight around his waist, arching your back as his cock hit you in places you didn’t even know you had. “Oh! Right there, right there!”

“Yeah? Right here?” He inquired with a particularly hard thrust into you, hitting that same spot which had you squeezing even more around him with a sobbed out "yes!". “Fuck I love it when you squeeze me like that. Keep squeezing me, Princess.” He groaned as he kept thrusting hard into you.

“Oh, Master! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” You warned, crying out more as he leaned back to start rubbing quick circles on your clit.

“Then cum.” He demanded. “And squirt for Master too while you’re at it.” He smirked devilishly, needing to feel you make a mess of him and his cock. Eddie felt on top of the world right now, overcome by an ethereal feeling he’d never quite felt before. Whether it was your presence itself or being balls deep inside you, either way he knew he was never letting you go. Ever. Not when you made him feel like this.

“Oh-- oh God.” Gareth’s voice sounded out of nowhere, which had both yours and Eddie’s gazes snapping in his direction, your cheeks burning hot all over again at the fact that he’d walked in on you and Eddie in the middle of fucking. “I... I realized I left my bag of goodies under the table when I got home..., so I came back for them because they’re too delicious to leave behind.” He awkwardly explained, which had Eddie smirking right at him.

“Mmm... Looks like you came back just in time. Was just about to make my girl make another mess of me. Ain’t that right, pretty girl?” He chuckled deeply, not letting up on his pace in thrusts and rubs to your clit, now wanting Gareth to watch as you made a mess for him.

“Yes! Oh yes, yes, yes, I’m so close Master!” You whined and writhed beneath him, feeling as another orgasm was on the rise and close to reaching its peak, your body not even caring that you were now being watched.

“Jesus...” Gareth mumbled to himself when you called Eddie Master, unable to rip his gaze away from the way Eddie was fucking into you. If it were anyone else in the middle of sex, Gareth would have walked out immediately, but Eddie was one of his best friends and clearly didn’t mind being watched in the act of intimacy.

“You hear that, Gare? I’m her Master now, her Master who makes her feel so good, huh Princess?” He smirked, rubbing a little harder on your bundle of nerves which had you crying out as you clenched and squirted hard for him, a nice creamy layer of cum coating his cock as well. “Fuck, that’s my girl! Such a good fucking girl for me.” He growled, not letting up on his thrusts so he could chase his own release, his gaze glued to the way his messy cock fucked in and out of you. The sight alone was enough to send him over the edge, spilling thick loads of cum deep inside you as he tossed his head back with a loud groan.

“Oh Master, yeeeeeeess!” You cried out, giving multiple harsh squeezes around his cock to milk him of every drop of cum he had to give with his release, your hands gripping hard on his biceps as your walls drank up every drop.

“Fuck, I love you.” Eddie groaned, leaning down to press a hard kiss to your lips while he stayed buried inside you, not even paying any mind to Gareth anymore as he poured his love into you. That is until Gareth broke the silence.

“You two are extremely lucky there aren’t cameras in here, otherwise you’d definitely be getting expelled come Monday.”

Eddie smirked as he pulled away from the kiss to look at him, but his gaze was one filled with warning. “And you better keep your mouth shut about this to anyone, or Malchor the Mighty won’t be the one dying.”

Gareth simply nodded his head at that, quickly grabbing his baked goods from where he left them before rushing out of the drama room. Eddie smirked as he glanced back down at you, looking all pretty fucked out and covered in sweat.

“You wouldn’t actually kill him, would you?”

“Naaahh... I just love messing with him. It’s fun.” He chuckled, finally slowly pulling out of you with a heavy sigh at the loss of warmth. His gaze dropped to watch as your mixed release dripped out of you, giving his lip a hard bite at how messy your--his pussy looked. “Mmmmm now that’s a sight I’ll never get used to... Now c’mon, let’s head back to my place so we can eat those pot brownies you so graciously baked for me and I can fuck more of my cum into you.”

“Fuck. Sounds like a plan to me, Master.” You blushed, definitely ready to end the night stoned off your ass and filled with Eddie’s cum. You wouldn’t want it to end any other way.

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Always and Forever, Baby

A/N: Aaaaaand I’m back with some more dark!Eddie that was swimming through my brain while I was cleaning with my Aunt all day 🙃 It’s currently 9:30 pm, so let’s see how long this takes to write 😏 Since I spent my night writing this instead of playing on @eddiethetwisted, I’ll spend tomorrow after work with my Aunt dedicated strictly to play time with Eddie 🥰

word count: 3.2k+

pairing: dark!Eddie Munson x fem best friend!Reader

warnings: masturbation (f), perv!Eddie, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v smut (this is all I write, honestly 🤦‍♀️🤣), multiple orgasms, creampie, possessive!Eddie, yandere!Eddie, mentions of punishment in the form of abuse, mentions of murder and flashback of said murder made to look like a suicide (this is dark, so do heed this warning as it may be triggering for self harmers and those who may have attempted suicide in a similar way), profanity, etc (18+ only! This is dark and smutty and I will not tolerate minors!)

summary: (I very rarely do summaries, but this time it’s convenient for me) You’re the daughter of two well known Hollywood actors who left you to live with your grandmother in Hawkins Indiana at the age of seven so they could ongoingly pursue their acting careers without the responsibility of having to take care of you. You quickly became acquainted with Eddie Munson after meeting in elementary school and you’ve been best friends ever since, but everything changes when he catches you getting off to the thought of him one late night after work.

Eddie was planning to surprise you at your place after working all day at the auto shop so you two could hang out for a bit, but after scaling the side of your house to enter through your bedroom window to find you playing with yourself in your bed, he couldn’t help but to sit outside your window in the dark of night to watch instead. He’s never had the pleasure of watching you masturbate.

You were completely naked while you splayed out on your bed, thighs spread as far apart that they could go, and your fingers fucking in and out of your pretty cunt with an intent force. Your back was arched and your head was tossed against your pillows with your eyes rolled into the back of your head, soft whimpers and moans escaping your lips as you slowly brought yourself to the precipice of an orgasm. “Mmmm Eddie... Fuck, you feel so good inside me.”

Wait what did she just say?

Eddie repositioned himself closer to your bedroom window so he could better hear what you were saying, swearing that he heard you moan his name as you finger fucked yourself. If he heard correctly, tonight was definitely going to change the standing level of your relationship.

“Fuck, Eddie, please I need to cum!” You whined, desperately rocking your hips against your fingers as you brought your other hand down to start rubbing your clit in hard circles, not having a single clue that Eddie himself was sitting outside your window watching and listening to you get yourself off thinking about him. “Fuck yeah I’m gonna cum so hard for you!”

“Jesus.” Eddie whisper growled, watching with dark, lust filled eyes as you thrusted your fingers faster and harder inside your velvety walls, his cock growing hard in his pants at the fact that you were thinking about him right now. He grinned wide when you cried out his name as your fingers hit that one delicious spot inside you and he needed to get a closer view of your masturbation session, so very quietly he started opening up your window so he could stealthily climb his way inside, hoping to God that you weren’t going to open your eyes before you finished to catch him watching you.

He quietly closed your window again before moving to stand at the foot of your bed, watching with pupils blown wide and his bottom lip tucked hard between his teeth as you touched yourself. This was quite the sight and he was mentally thanking himself for his idea to come over and surprise you after work. This was something he never expected to witness in his life, despite having fantasized it multiple times, and he was absolutely living for it.

“EEEEEEEEEddiiiieeee!” You squealed as you finally started cumming on your fingers, eyes still rolled toward the back of your head as you fucked yourself through your high, continuing your relentless rubs to your clit. “Please cum in me, Eddie! Please, need you to fill me so full!” You whimpered, giving a few squeezes around your fingers pretending it were his cock that you were squeezing. You pulled your fingers out after a moment, heavy pants passing your lips as you came down from the high of your orgasm.

“I gotta say, Sweetheart, that was the hottest shit I have ever witnessed in my entire life.” Eddie finally spoke up, causing you to gasp and squeal as you shot up in your bed, your hand flying to your chest where your heart rate was picking up even more from being caught by the one person you were getting yourself off to.

“Eddie! How...how long were you standing there?” You chewed your lip as you stared up at him, seeing the hunger swimming in his orbs as he stared back at you.

“Long enough.” He smirked, closing the space between himself and your bed as he gave his cock a few rubs through his pants. “Is that what you want, Princess? You want me to fuck and fill your pretty little cunt with my cock and cum?” He mused in question, grinning wickedly when you rapidly started nodding your head up and down in response.

“Please, Eddie! Please, I need it!” You whined, laying back down on your back again and spreading your legs apart to reveal your creamy folds to him. At this point you didn’t care that Eddie caught you getting yourself off thinking about him, you knew it was bound to happen eventually, and you were highkey glad it finally happened because clearly he enjoyed it.

“You need it, huh?” He chuckled darkly, quickly working at ridding himself of his pants and boxers before crawling onto the bed to join you. “And how long have you needed this, Princess?” He inquired, reaching to grab you by the ankles to tug you closer to him, dark eyes taking in the sight of your cum soaked folds.

“Years, Eddie! Years!” You admitted in a whimper, letting out a sigh of content when he rubbed a hand from your ankle up toward your thigh, then to your cunt where he rubbed his fingers through your folds to gather up your cum so he could suck them into his mouth and finally have the taste of you he’d been craving for a long time. You blushed when he let out a pleased moan, knowing now that whatever was to come next would make this night the best of your life so far.

“Fuck... And you never told me this because...?” He asked, savoring the taste of you on his tongue as he waited for your answer.

“Fear of rejection...”

“Rejection? Oh, Sweetheart... You’re the center of my whole world, I would never reject you. My whole life is dedicated to you and if I had known you needed me in this way, I would have fulfilled this need a long time ago.” He spoke truthfully, leaning forward so he could press his nose against your beckoning folds and inhale a long breath to savor the smell of your sex. “I’m gonna give you what you need, but first I’m going to eat this cunt as though I’m on death row eating my final meal.”

He gave you no room to respond before he was darting his tongue out and licking up the remainder of your cum coating your folds, earning a soft cry from your lips before an even louder moan when he forced his tongue inside you and started flicking it around with fervor, his hands now gripping hard on your thighs as he did as he said he would and started devouring your cunt like it were his last meal.

“Eddie! Oh f-fuck, Eddie!” You cried out, hand darting down to grab a fistful of his hair and give a firm tug as you rocked yourself against his face.

He groaned against your cunt, tips of his fingers digging into your delicate skin which were definitely going to leave indents by the time he was finished. You tasted better than he could have ever imagined and his cock grew even harder at the mere taste of you on his tongue directly from the source. “Gonna make you cum so hard on my tongue before making you cum again on my fat cock.” He growled out, moving his tongue to start flicking it against your clit before wrapping his lips around it and giving several hard sucks, the overstimulation from your previous orgasm sending you right into another one.

“Eddie, Eddie, Eddiiiiiieeee!” Your release was immediate, cum seeping out of your cunt and onto his tongue as he started lapping it up like a starved man, your thighs locked around his head while you rode your high against his face. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You squealed loud, body quaking as an orgasm more intense than the last rocked through you.

Eddie was groaning loud in response, continuing his ministrations until your folds were completely cleansed of the results of your orgasm. He pulled back after a moment licking his lips with a shit eating smirk, slithering his way up your body until he was face to face with you and leaning in to give you a hard kiss, forcing his tongue inside your mouth so he could give you a taste of yourself. “It’s a good thing your grandmother is dead, otherwise she would be hearing everything going on in this room.”

You moaned in response to his kiss and followed words, giving your head a few nods as you grabbed him by the face and gave him another hard kiss. “Mmmm the rude bitch would have given me a beating with a belt if she were still alive.” You mumbled against his lips, which had Eddie pulling back to confess something he’d kept to himself for almost a year.

“Which is why it was worth killing her.” He grinned, thinking back to the day he threatened your grandmother into writing a suicide note before killing her to make it look like a suicide.

~

Eddie was standing over your grandmother with a gun held to the back of her head, telling her exactly what to write in the suicide note he was planning on having her have with her body after he was done with her. You were currently working a long shift at Family Video, which gave him perfect opportunity to finally enact the plan he had for a long while to kill her for you.

Your grandmother wasn’t a very good grandmother, she basically loathed you ever since the moment your parents dropped you on her door step to take care of you while they went out to live free lives, and it was when you grew into your mid teens when she started getting verbally and physically abusive toward you. Since Eddie was your best friend and comfort person you told him everything and it was the very knowledge that she was abusive toward you that pushed him into devising a plan to kill her.

Not only did he hate the fact that she treated you as though you were the scum of the Earth, he wanted you all to himself, so she had to go either way. He knew your parents were never coming back, seeing as they clearly enjoyed their rich and famous lifestyle without you, so he made it his duty to make sure he was the only one there for you for the rest of your life to take better care of you than any of them ever could.

“Did I tell you to stop writing?” He growled when the pen stopped moving, cocking the gun and pressing it harder against the back of her head. “Keep fucking writing, you filthy bitch.”

She fought back tears as she continued writing, knowing that there was no way she was getting out of this either way, so she opted to just give Eddie what he wanted. She always thought Eddie was an innocent young man, but it was clear to her now that he was the exact opposite. A small part of her feared for your safety after she was gone, but little did she know Eddie would never have any ill intentions toward you.

Eddie watched as she finished writing the note, ordering her to read it aloud to make sure it said exactly what he told her to write.

“Y/N... I’m tired and fed up with being your caretaker when I never asked for it in the first place. These last 10 years have been nothing but pure Hell for me and I am desperate for an out, so I’m taking my out by doing what I should have done when your parents abandoned you on my doorstep. You’re the bane of my existence and I hope you know I’ve had nothing but hatred for you all this time. Despite that, I’m leaving you the house since that’s the least I can do for you. You may be a snotty little brat but you’re still my granddaughter and it would be evil of me to leave you homeless. Enjoy your life, I hope its spent forever heartbroken and lonely as you continue to live inside these walls. Always, Nan.”

“Good.” Eddie stated, motioning for her to stand up from the chair she was sitting in. “Alright, upstairs to your bathroom. And bring the note with you.” He ordered, waiting for her to stand before forcing her up the stairs by keeping the gun pointed and pressed at her back.

“Get in the tub.” He growled as they entered her bathroom, waiting until she was sitting inside the tub before sheathing his gun back in its holster and using one of his gloved hands to grab her by one of her arms and slicing a deep cut from her wrist up to her forearm with the kitchen knife he earlier grabbed from the kitchen drawer.

Her resulting cry in pain had him grinning delightedly and he repeated the action on her other arm before placing the knife in her hand and clenching her fingers tight around it, standing back after a moment and watching as she bled out in the tub and the life left her eyes. “You deserve this, you vile woman. She told me everything you ever did to her. She deserves someone who will love and cherish her every day of her life and I’m going to be the one to do so.”

You ended up finding her in the tub after returning home from work not long after Eddie fled the scene, her suicide note in one hand and the knife in the other, which made things look very believable from your point of view. After calling the cops, you called Eddie too, having needed his support then more than ever, and he happily came over to your house to comfort your distraught self while the paramedics wheeled her dead body out of the house and onto the ambulance. It was satisfying watching the result of his dirty deed before his own two eyes and he knew there would come a day where he’d be comfortable enough to tell you the truth of what really happened. Until then, he was going to play the whole thing off.

~

“Wait wait wait... You killed my grandmother? But...but she slit her own wrists! And she even left a suicide note...” You muttered as you shook your head with brows furrowed in confusion and Eddie simply reached out to cup your face in his hands.

“I killed your grandmother by making it look like a suicide and I held her at gun point while forcing her to write the suicide note. I did it for you because you deserve so much better than how she treated you. If I could kill your parents for abandoning you, I would. I love you, Y/N, and I want to be the one that shows you what real love is, to be the one to cherish and care for you more than anyone else ever could. I don’t regret doing what I did and I hope you can find it in yourself to forgive me and give me the chance to prove myself.”

“Oh Eddie, that’s...that’s the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me.” You breathed out, pulling him in for a fiery kiss of passion while wrapping your legs firm around his waist. “Fuck me, Eddie. Please I need you to fuck me now more than ever!”

Eddie let out a deep sigh of relief against your mouth at your words, wasting not a single second in granting you your request and thrusting into you in one swift motion, filling you completely to the brim and pulling the loudest cry from your throat so far tonight. “Fuck you feel so fucking good, Baby! You’re so fucking tight, fuck!” He groaned deeply, allowing you a few moments to adjust to his size before pulling almost all the way out and thrusting right back in, repeating the motion several more times.

“Mmmm oh Eddie, you’re so big! Y’feel so fucking good inside me!” You mewled loud, your head flying back to rest against your mattress beneath you and giving your walls multiple squeezes around his length, earning a guttural moan from his throat before he was leaning down to start kissing and biting along your craned neck. “Fuuuuuck this is much better than any of the fantasies I’ve ever had about you!”

“Mmmm yeah, nothing will ever compare to the real thing.” He growled, getting a firm grip on your hips before fucking you at such a rapid pace that it had your headboard slamming against your wall with his every forward thrust. “Fuck, I really am going to make you cum so hard on my cock, Baby! And then I’m going to fuck my own cum inside of you until it’s dripping from your used and bruised cunt.”

“Please please please, Eddie! I need it! Need it so bad! I’m all yours to fuck and fill! All yours to love and cherish for the rest of time! Don’t need anyone but you! Only you!” You whimpered as you slipped your arms around his torso, gripping hard on the back of his shirt as he continued forcefully fucking in and out of you, causing your eyes to start rolling into the back of your head again. “I love you, Eddie! Love love love love you!”

“Fuck you’re so good for me! I love you so fucking much!” He groaned deeply, leaning back to watch as his cock repeatedly disappeared in and out of you, soon moving one of his hands to start rubbing fast hard circles on your clit, eliciting a lewd scream from your throat that went right to his cock which your walls were clenching harder around. “Yeah that’s it, Baby! Taking my cock so fucking well! Cum for me! Make a big mess of it!”

“EEEEEEEEDDIIIIIEEEE!” Immediately you were coming undone beneath him, coating each inch of his length in your creamy cum and within seconds he was busting his own load of cum inside you, coating your inner walls in thick spurts as he kept up his relentless pace. Soon he was stilling while balls deep inside you, letting out a roaring moan as he emptied himself inside your womb. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!”

“Jesus!” He moaned loud, throwing his head back as the pleasure from his high worked its way through him, only pulling out of you after both your highs passed and the two of you were panting heavily. He collapsed onto the bed beside you after a moment before pulling you into his embrace and pressing kisses all over your face, neck, and shoulders. “I love you so much. So so much!”

“I love you too, Eddie.” You smiled wide, relishing in the kisses he gave before nuzzling your face in the crook of his neck and giving a few nips to it. “Thank you for caring so much about me. No one else would kill for me.”

“Mmmmm I’ll never stop either. I’ll happily rid any toxic person from your life if it means you’re happy in the end.” He hummed contently, brushing his fingers through your sweat ridden hair. “You deserve the best and I’m gonna be the one to give it to you.”

“Always and forever?”

“Always and forever, Baby.”

(Took a little over 4 hours to write this since my Aunt interrupted me several times. I hope y’all enjoy this and that it’s not too much 😩 Please let me know what you think 🥺👉🏻👈🏻)

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A Very Freaky Friday

Part 2 to A Freaky Friday! In this series Eddie and reader have since graduated high school, but Eddie still DMs the Hellfire Club since he moved the club outside of school after graduation because of his love for doing it and his love for his Hellfire members.

warnings: body swap, slight angst, mentions of witchcraft, me attempting to know how to DM D&D, reader being mean to Mike, unprotected p in v smut, cock riding, oral (Eddie sucks his own cock 👀), cum eating, dirty talk, profanity, etc 18+ ONLY! Minors DNI!

You paced the floor of Eddie’s room, racking your brain, or rather his brain for any and all ideas that could potentially help you figure out how you mysteriously switched bodies over night. Obviously it had to be some sort of voodoo or dark witchcraft, right? And who did this to you was the true question you needed answered and if there was a way you could reverse the spell or curse without knowing who the caster was.

The library was always a good place to start your research. There was a small occult section in the back, but there had to be something there that could explain what was happening. The library opened at 9am on Fridays, so you had time to get dressed and ready to head there to start figuring things out.

Wait. It’s Friday, fuck!

“Eddie, oh my God. It’s Friday!” You immediately began panicking, stopping your pacing as you looked over at where Eddie was sitting at the edge of his bed watching you pace back and forth in his body.

“Yes, I told you that earlier. And?” He chuckled, wondering why you were freaking out over the fact that it was Friday.

“Eddie, we have work today! How the fuck are we going to work each other’s jobs? We won’t know what the hell we’re doing! Especially me with you being a mechanic and all, I don’t know jack shit about fixing vehicles!”

“We can just call out sick. No big deal, Baby. Plus--wait...oh fuck!” Your eyes widened when Eddie finally realized that today being Friday was really a big issue. “We have Hellfire tonight, Baby. If we don’t figure out how we’re going to get back in our own bodies by tonight, you’re gonna have to DM the campaign for me...”

“How the hell am I gonna do that?! I don’t know anything about DMing!”

Eddie stood up then, slowly walked over to where you stood and reached your hands out to gently cup his face in them, giving you an annoyingly patient smile that made you want to swat it off your face. “I’ll teach you everything you’ll need to know for tonight. It’s gonna be okay, I promise.”

You visibly relaxed under the touch of your hands against his cheeks, fluttering his eyelids shut as you gave his head a small nod. “Okay. I can handle that. I think...” You sighed deeply, opening his eyes again and looking down at your still smiling face.

“I promise you, Princess, it’s easier than it looks and sounds.” Eddie leaned up to press your lips to his forehead, letting them linger for a few moments before pulling back to smile again. “We should call out of our jobs now, tell them we got a severe case of the flu or something. Or the shits. Either one.”

“Ew you are not calling me out saying I have the shits. We’ll go with the flu, thank you very much.” You gave one of your tits a firm slap with Eddie’s hand before turning to walk out of his bedroom, smirking at the taken aback gasp that left your mouth at the unexpected action. You grabbed the phone off the receiver before turning to face Eddie who had followed you out of the room with a flustered look on your face, holding the phone out to him with a smile. “Dial the shop please?”

He took the phone and quickly dialed the number to his work before handing it back to you, watching with a small bite to your lip as you brought the phone to his ear and leaned against the wall once it started to ring. Just when Eddie thought he couldn’t fall more in love with you, you opened his mouth to start speaking as the shop answered on the other line.

“Hey man, it’s Eddie. Listen, I’m running a 104° temperature this morning and I’m pretty sure it’s the flu because I’ve got whole body aches and chills as well as severe nausea and a migraine, so I won’t be able to make it in today.” The way you changed Eddie’s voice to sound hoarse and phlegm-filled had Eddie impressed beyond measure, absolutely enamored with you in this moment.

“Thanks man. Hopefully I’ll see you on Monday. If not, then definitely Tuesday. I plan on seeing a doctor for medication and will be getting lots of rest this weekend, so hopefully I’ll be good by then. I’ll keep you updated either way. Alright cool. Thanks again. Bye.” You hung up the phone, turning to face Eddie in your body with a grin. “Well?”

“You never cease to amaze me, Princess.” He smirked, resting your hands on his waist and pulling you in for a deep kiss which had you humming as you returned it. “My turn.” He winked. “Mind calling your job for me, pretty girl? Or rather, pretty boy?”

You giggled at that, giving your chest a playful swat before grabbing the phone off the receiver to dial the number to your job, handing it to Eddie when it started to ring. You stood there and listened while he spoke to your boss, his sniffles and pathetic coughs and whimpers making you hide his mouth behind his hand to stifle your giggles. He definitely played the part well and when he finally hung up the phone, you cupped his face and pulled him into a kiss. “Good job, Baby.”

“Thank you.” He bowed, giving you a shit-eating grin. “Now that that’s out of the way, what the fuck are we gonna do about our situation?”

“Well, I was thinking we hit the occult section at the library. There’s gotta be something in the books about curses like this.” You smiled, wrapping his arms around your waist. “I mean, it’s a start, right?”

“It’s something.” He chuckled, sliding your arms around his neck. “It’s probably our best option at this point.” He really hoped it was, as much as he enjoyed being in your body, he wasn’t sure either of you could spend the rest of your lives this way.

“Then let’s head to the library.”

After the two of you got dressed, you made your way towards the library. Your drive there was quick seeing as Eddie only lived a few minutes away from there and as soon as you got there, the two of you headed straight for the occult section.

“Alright, let’s start grabbing books and then find a table to start reading.” You suggested, the two of you grabbing as many books as you could carry before finding a table out of sight of prying eyes and starting your research.

The two of you read through at least five books before Eddie finally found something that could be the answer to your questions. “I think I found something.” He spoke as he slid the book closer to you and pointed at the page. “This mentions something about hex bags, which is typically made by a dark witch to put a curse on one or more people, depending on their intentions.”

“A hex bag? You think someone could have slipped a hex bag in your van or something?” You inquired, skimming over the contents of the page before looking at him in your body with hope in his eyes. You really hoped that were the case, a hex bag was easy to destroy.

“Maybe. It’s the only place anyone could easily access and I don’t always leave my van locked.” He gave your shoulders a shrug before closing the book, taking a quick glance around before shoving it inside his jacket on his body. “Don’t let that fall.” He winked, getting up to grab the rest of the books and putting them back in their places.

The two of you quickly left the library, you being sure not to let the book slip from where you were clutching it against Eddie’s stomach. When you made it outside to his van, you looked over at him. “Why are we stealing the book?”

“Not stealing, borrowing. Just not by checking it out.” He chuckled, opening the back doors of his van and climbing inside. “Want to have it in case we need to dig deeper into it. Help me look around for the hex bag?” He looked back at you with a smile, which you fondly returned.

“I’ll start in the front. I’ll join you back here if I find nothing.” You nodded before going to the front to start digging through the glove box after setting the book on the passenger seat, not finding anything resembling a hex bag there so moving on to start looking under the seats. Finding nothing at all up front after a few minutes of searching, you joined Eddie in the back. “Any luck?”

“Nothing yet.” He sighed, throwing around the blankets he had back there after shaking them out. “Where the fuck is it?” He grumbled with annoyance, which had you smiling and reaching to cup your face in his hands.

“Hey, we’re gonna find it, okay? I promise.” You tried your best to reassure him, but you could tell by the panic swimming in your orbs as he glanced back at you that he was starting to slowly rip at the seams. “If we don’t find it today, we’ll find it some time this weekend.”

“I hope so.” He sighed deeply, leaning into the feeling of his hands against your face. “I just... I don’t want us to have to live the rest of our lives like this, you know? I mean don’t get me wrong, I love being in this fine ass body of yours, but neither of us can work each other’s jobs or do each other’s hobbies.”

You giggled at his mention of loving being in your body, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips. “I know, but we’ll find it, okay? And if not, we’ll just have to consult an expert.” You smiled reassuringly, brushing his thumbs against your cheeks.

“An expert? Like who? A priest will look at us like we’re fucking crazy and it’s not like there are any openly practicing witches in this shithole town.”

“We’ll figure it out.” You murmured, pressing his forehead against yours. “Together. If we have to go out of town or state to find a practicing witch, we will. It’ll be okay, Eddie. I promise.”

“God, I love you.” He smiled, leaning in to press a kiss to his lips. “So what now? Clearly the hex bag isn’t here. Maybe we should read more into the book?”

“I love you too, Baby.” You smiled, kissing him softly in return. “I say we head back to your place and read a little more, see if there’s anything else in the book that can help solve our problem. If nothing comes up, well then we’ll figure something out tomorrow, because remember we have Hellfire tonight and I’m gonna need you to teach me everything about DMing.”

“Shit that’s right.” He sighed. “Okay let’s do it.”

The two of you headed back to his trailer, him skimming through the pages of the book a little more while you drove, not quite finding anything else useful yet. You headed to his room when you got there, sitting down on his bed together to read through the rest of the book. You found something mentioning spell curses that could potentially be the reason behind your situation, but there wasn’t much of anything about how to reverse the spell yourselves. You’d need a white witch for that, but both of you knew finding one would be hard.

“Fuck.” Eddie sighed, rubbing your hands down your face. “What the fuck are we going to do? The only helpful thing in this book was the hex bag, yet we found no damn hex bag in my van.”

“Right now I’m not sure Baby, but like I said earlier, we’ll figure it out together. For now, how about we get started on preparing me for DMing tonight’s D&D session?” You smiled, taking your hand in his and giving a gentle squeeze of reassurance.

“Okay yeah, we probably should focus on that, huh?” He returned your smile, bringing his hand to your lips and pressing a kiss to the back of it. It felt weird to kiss his own hand, but since you were in each other’s bodies it wasn’t entirely weird. “Let me go grab my notes and stuff.”

You nodded with a smile as he got up to grab everything he needed to teach you how to DM tonight, coming back to join you on the bed after a moment before spreading everything out in an orderly fashion. “Okay so first things first we need to go over where we last left off in the campaign and then we’ll go from there. Remember the party stopped at an inn to get rest before the big adventure into the caverns of Diablo. The plan is for the party to get through at least a quarter of the caverns tonight and there are of course going to be monsters and traps along the way, so I’ll have to explain everything regarding those for you.”

“Okay, sounds easy enough.” You smiled, resting Eddie’s head against your shoulder as he grabbed certain notes and held them out for you to examine. You were amazed at how outlined everything was and how he even doodled most of the monsters the party would be coming across.

“Okay, so here’s what you need to know.”

Eddie spent hours explaining every little detail about the campaign to you, how powerful certain monsters were and how many damage points it would take to kill them, how the traps worked and whether it took a spell to dispel them or solving complex puzzles. By the time he finished explaining everything to you, you were confident that you’d be good to DM.

“I think I got this, Eds. Thank you.” You murmured, pressing a deep kiss to your lips.

“Mmm you are quite welcome, Princess. I’m excited to see how you’ll do.” He beamed, gathering all the notes and organizing them in the folder.

“Hmmm I think if I nail it tonight you should ride me when we get back from Mike’s.” You smirked, giving your bottom lip a nibble.

“Fuck. Now that I can do.”

~

You and Eddie arrived at Mike’s around 7:30 to set up, the campaign itself starting around 8, so it gave you ample amount of time to get everything ready.

“Hey Y/N, hey Eddie! Good to see you two again.” Mrs Wheeler greeted you as she opened the front door, stepping aside to allow you entry. “Mike’s down in the basement getting the table set up for you.”

“Awesome. Thank you, Mrs Wheeler. It’s good to see you too.” You gave her a beaming grin, thinking to yourself how she has no idea it’s you in Eddie’s body.

“I hope you two brought snacks with you, so you’re not eating me out of house and home.” Mr Wheeler called from his recliner in the living room, which had Mrs Wheeler shaking her head.

“Ignore him. Mister Grumpy Pants is always like this when it comes to feeding the neighborhood kids. You’re welcome to eat whatever snacks we have.”

“Thank you, Mrs Wheeler. We’ll have Mike grab snacks while Eddie and I set up downstairs.” Eddie smiled, taking his hand in yours and leading you down into the basement.

“We’re gonna run out of food if you keep feeding the neighborhood.” You heard Mr Wheeler call out as you made your way to the basement, you and Eddie rolling each other’s eyes in response.

“Hey guys! I got the table and chairs set up.” Mike smiled as you got to the bottom of the stairs.

“Thanks Bud!” You smiled. “Mind grabbing some snacks and drinks for the party while I get everything set up on my end?”

“Sure thing, Eddie.” Mike nodded before running up the stairs, you giving Eddie a smirk once Mike was out of ear shot.

“It’s fun pretending to be each other. Am I doing well playing you so far?” You giggled.

“Absolutely. Am I doing well playing you?” He smirked.

“Most definitely.” You giggled again, leaning down to kiss your lips. “Let’s get set up, yeah?”

Eddie helped you get his stuff set up before Mike came back downstairs, placing everything exactly how he always has it. By the time you finished setting up, the rest of the party was coming down the stairs helping Mike carry the snacks and drinks.

“Great, you’re all here.” You clapped Eddie’s hands together as you stood at the head of the table. “Are you ready for your grand adventure into Diablo’s caverns?”

“I know I am.” Eddie smirked, squealing as his hand came down on your ass for a hard smack.

“That’s my good girl. That’s the kind of attitude I’m looking for.” You grinned before grabbing your jaw and pulling him into a firm kiss. “Now sit your pretty little ass down and get ready. Don’t make your Dungeon Master tell you twice, yeah?”

Eddie was at a loss for words at how perfect you just pulled that off, doing and saying exactly what he would in this situation. “Yes, Dungeon Master.” He finally murmured, moving to take your place where you usually sat during the campaign with flushed cheeks.

“Good girl.” You smirked, turning to face the others. “Now, while you all get yourselves set up, I’m gonna go through my notes.” You spoke before sitting down in your seat.

“Are we all going to die tonight?” Mike inquired as he and the others got the snacks and drinks in place before getting his character sheet and dice out.

“That depends, are you going to act like a pussy during your adventure through the caverns?” You asked as you glanced at him with raised eyebrows, Eddie nearly choking on a chip at your accurate response. “Because as we all know, weakness gets you nowhere in my campaigns.”

Mike huffed out with a pout at that, grumbling to himself about how Eddie didn’t always need to act like a dick when he asked questions. You smirked at that, peeking a quick glance at Eddie in your body before looking back at Mike.

“Stupid questions get you dick-ish answers.” You merely shrugged Eddie’s shoulders before leaning back in your chair while everyone else got their characters sheets and dice out. “Alright, now that we’re all ready, let’s get started shall we?”

“Hell yeah! I’m excited.” Dustin grinned, rubbing his hands together in his excitement.

“Atta boy.” You grinned. “Now, we last left off at your stop at the inn for rest. Do you have any other stops you need to make before your quest to the caverns? Or do you have everything you’ll need? Remember, this will be a long adventure through the caverns with no opportunity to turn back, so do you have enough food rations to get you all through?”

“I have plenty of rations to feed all of us for months in my magical bag.” Dustin assured. “I think we’re pretty set.”

“Great. So, after you all leave the inn, you continue your quest towards the caverns of Diablo, and the closer you get, the more you notice how desolate the surrounding area is. Once you reach the entrance to the caverns, you read a warning sign that says "Positively do not enter, turn back if you want to live." What do you do?”

“I investigate the entrance for traps.” Jeff stated.

“Alright, roll for a perception check.” You responded, watching as he grabbed his d20 and rolled a 14 before he checked his character sheet for his modifier.

“20.”

“You find no traps, which means it’s safe to enter the caverns.” You spoke as you double checked Eddie’s notes before looking back up at the party. “As you make your way into the cavern, dimly lit by the torches placed along the stone walls, you start to feel as though you’re not alone. You hear a nearby rattling in the distance, do you investigate or do you continue on?”

“What kind of rattling is it?” Dustin inquired.

“Roll for a perception check.”

Dustin rolled his d20 then checked his modifier. “16.”

“You immediately recognize the rattling sound as those of rattlesnakes. What do you do next?”

“I throw a fire bomb at them.” Mike declared.

“Really? Fire bombs?” Eddie rolled your eyes. “I unsheathe my poisonous sword and go and slash them to pieces.”

You smirked at that, placing Eddie’s chin in his hand as you looked at him. “Roll for an attack, Princess.”

Eddie rolled your d20 then checked out your modifier for your poisonous sword. He knew it was a crit hit, so he beamed at you triumphantly. “21.”

“You successfully take out the rattlesnakes, the group joining you after you kick their dead carcasses to the side.”

“Hell yeah! Nice one Y/N!” Gareth grinned.

“Thank you, thank you.” Eddie smirked, giving his leg a gentle squeeze under the table to let you know you were doing great.

“As you continue deeper into the cavern, you reach a wide open area, which splits into three different directions. Which direction do you head? Left, middle, or right?”

“Hmm... What do you guys think?” Dustin asked. “I’m thinking the middle.”

“I say we go right, since it feels the right way to go.” Lucas grinned, proud of his dad joke.

Eddie snorted at that, giving Lucas a grin. “I agree with Lucas. The right sounds like the best route.”

“I guess we can go right.” Dustin shrugged.

“Right works for me.” Mike agreed, along with the others.

“Right it is.” You smiled. “You head down the right pathway and as you reach the end, you realize all the directions met up at the end anyway.”

“Oh what the Hell.” Mike threw up his hands, which had you and Eddie smirking at his annoyance.

“What can I say, I like fucking you with guys.” You smirked wider, glancing at Eddie’s notes.

The hour and a half went by quickly, the party coming across many traps and deadly monsters along the way and successfully defeating them all, both to yours and Eddie’s surprise. They reached a point where it was safe to rest and eat and that’s when you called it a night.

“Awesome job tonight, guys. I’m surprised at how well you’re doing so far.” You grinned as you gathered all of Eddie’s notes to put them away.

“That’s because you underestimate us.” Mike declared.

“No, I underestimate you.” You smirked, which had Mike pouting and grumbling all over again. “Don’t be like that, you’re the one who shows the most weakness in this party.”

Mike knew Eddie was right, so he decided not to argue.

After helping clean everything up, you and Eddie headed out, saying goodbye to Mrs Wheeler before heading out to his van. As soon as you got there, Eddie grabbed his waist to pull you into a deep kiss. “You did fucking amazing tonight, Princess. I’m so proud of you.”

“Thank you, Baby. I was worried I was going to mess up at some point.” You beamed.

“But you didn’t, did you? And you played me so well picking on Mike like that. It was like it wasn’t even you in there.” He smirked.

“Yeah well I had to keep up appearances.” You giggled, sliding Eddie’s arms around your waist and leaning in for another kiss. “Mmmm shall we head back to your place now so you can ride your cock?” You smirked.

“Hell fucking yes.” He groaned, kissing you one more time before pulling away to climb into the passenger seat of his van while you got into the driver’s side.

As soon as you made it back to his trailer you both immediately headed to his bedroom, lips colliding the moment the door closed behind you while your hands started ridding each other of your clothes. You grabbed your hand and dragged Eddie towards the bed where you sat down leaning against the wall behind you, pulling him onto his lap where you were giving his cock long strokes.

“Come on Baby, ride your cock.” You murmured, giving him a smirk as you eyed your naked body. You felt his cock twitch in his hand as you did, biting down on his bottom lip. Seemed his body still had a reaction to you despite you being inside it.

“Fuck Princess, I’m gonna do just that.” He moaned, quickly crawling onto the bed and straddling his lap before lining your entrance up with his cock and slowly sinking down, still not quite used to the stretch of it. “Fuuuuuck I feel so good inside your perfect pussy.” He groaned, getting a firm grip on his shoulders once he felt adjusted enough before starting to quickly bounce along his cock.

You tossed his head back with a groan of your own in response, giving your ass a hard smack. “That’s it, Baby, just like that.” You encouraged, one of Eddie’s hands gripping hard on your waist while the other pinched and pulled on your nipples, pulling pleased mewls from your throat. You watched as he rode his own cock, the sight alone making it twitch inside your pussy and a growl rumble through his chest. “Fuck, you’re so hot, Baby. You like riding your cock?”

“I fucking love it.” He moaned, grabbing his face in your hands and leaning down to press a hard kiss to his lips, moaning again as you deepened it before forcing his tongue into your mouth. He started riding his cock even harder, heavy pants passing your lips as pleasure quickly started to build. “Play with your clit, Princess. Make me cum all over my cock.”

You moaned loud at that, quickly bringing his hand on your waist down to start thumbing hard fast circles into your clit, another growl erupting from his throat as it had your pussy clenching around his cock. “That’s it, keep squeezing your cock, Baby. Gonna make me fucking cum deep inside my pussy.” You groaned, giving one of your breasts a squeeze before giving more toe curling pulls to your nipple.

“Fuuuuuck.” He moaned in response, digging your nails into his chest before dragging them downward as he started bouncing at an even hastier pace, which had you groaning loudly even more. “I’m so fucking close, Princess, fuck.”

“C’mon Baby, cum for me.” You murmured, applying more pressure to your rubs to your clit and letting out a feral growl as it had your pussy clamping down on his cock as Eddie came hard. “Fuck! That’s it, Baby! Make a mess of your cock!” You moaned, planting Eddie’s feet on the bed and starting to relentlessly thrust up into your pussy, pulling a loud cry from your throat from Eddie.

“Fuck! That’s it Princess, ruin your fucking pussy!” He moaned as he gripped onto his shoulders for dear life, taking every thrust of his cock into your pussy until you were stilling his hips as his cock spilled load after load of cum into your womb. “Fuuuuuuck! Fill yourself nice and full.” He growled, leaning in to kiss you hard again as he milked his cock for every drop.

He collapsed onto his chest after a moment, the two of you panting heavily as your orgasms subsided. He planted kisses along his chest up towards his neck where he kissed and nipped gently, finally landing on his lips where he kissed you deeply. “Fuck, that was incredible. Now I know why you love riding my cock.”

You giggled at that, giving his head a nod as you ran his fingers through your hair. “Mmm definitely love riding your cock, Baby. It’s my second favorite position.” You were glad Eddie got to experience things from your point of view, you always wanted him to know how good his cock made you feel.

“Oh yeah? And what’s your first favorite?” He smirked.

“Mmmmm when you have me face down ass up fucking me from the back.” You sighed at the thought, wishing he could fuck you like that right now. As much as you loved being in his body, you missed the feeling of his cock inside you.

“Oh is that so? Do you love it when I leave my hand prints on your ass and yank on your hair while I ruin your pussy from the back?” He mused, pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips.

“Uh huh.” You breathed, feeling as his cock hardened at the thought. Eddie felt it too since he still had your pussy wrapped around it and it had him smirking wickedly at the feeling.

“Aw Princess, did that turn you on? Do you miss when I ruin your pussy from behind?” He smirked, slowly lifting off his cock and watching with a groan as your mixed cum dripped down the length of it.

“Yeah.” You whimpered, sighing at the loss of warmth as he lifted off his cock. You bit down on his bottom lip when you saw how cum soaked his cock was, flicking your gaze up to where he was eyeing the sight himself. His cock twitched when you noticed the way he was licking his lips and it had you wondering if he was going to suck it clean.

“Mmm look how creamy my cock is, Princess.” He mused, shifting down a bit so he could lay between where you had his legs spread, licking a long stripe up the underside of his cock and moaning at the taste of your mixed release. He smirked as you breathed out a "fuck", taking the head of his cock into your mouth before he was taking all of it in and down your throat, moaning as he hit the back of it.

“Ohhhh fuuuuuuuck.” You moaned at the feeling of your mouth wrapped around him and as the vibrations from his moan reverberated through his length, knowing now why Eddie always got off quick when you sucked him off. “Gonna suck your cock, Baby?” You panted, watching through heavily lidded eyes as he nodded your head before hollowing your cheeks and starting to suck each thick inch of his cock, throwing his head back with a loud moan as pleasure quickly built.

“Mmmmm...” He moaned again, gripping your hands on his thighs as he took his cock down your throat over and over and over, choking and gagging in the process. He pulled off with a sloppy wet pop, moving one of your hands up to start stroking along his length. “Fuck, now I understand why you love sucking my cock too. The feeling of it hitting the back of your throat is ethereal.” He groaned before resuming sucking himself off, rolling your eyes into the back of your head as he continued choking and gagging around his cock.

“Just like that, Baby. Fuck you suck your cock so well. So fucking good for me.” You moaned, which had him moaning in return at the praise, his hips bucking up as the vibrations went straight through his length. “Fuck. Gonna cum, Baby. Feels so fucking good.” You panted, keeping your gaze on your face as Eddie coaxed you towards your release. Eddie’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as the pleasure reached its peak and you started to cum down your throat, his fingers fisting tightly in your hair as you bucked his hips some more. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

He moaned around his length as you came down your throat, sucking up and swallowing every drop before he was pulling off his softening cock with a lick of your lips. “Mmmm now you see why I get off so easily from you sucking my cock?” He gave you a shit-eating smirk, moving up to press your lips to his so he could slide your tongue into his mouth to give you a taste of his cum.

“Mm fuck yeah, Baby. That felt so fucking good.” You moaned into your mouth as you wrestled his tongue against your own, his hand still clutched in your hair as you tugged him even closer. “These new sexual experiences for us definitely make it in the books.” You murmured into your mouth, smiling as it had Eddie chuckling.

“Oh that they will. Definitely experiences we will never forget.” He hummed, laying your head against his chest. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You smiled, wrapping his arms around your waist and moving the both of you so you were laying down comfortably, rubbing his hand up and down your back now. “How’s it feel to be the sub in the relationship, Baby?”

“Oh shush it.” He chuckled, lifting your head from his chest so he could kiss you deeply. “You and I both know that even in each other’s bodies you’re still the sub.” He smirked noticing how red his cheeks had gone from that, knowing he was right. “That’s what I thought.”

“Yeah well, I dominated you this morning, so ha!” You grinned proudly, which only had him smirking more.

“That’s because I let you. This time around though, you were the sub since I was on top.” He teased, kissing you again before laying your head back on his chest. “Mmm today was great, but hopefully tomorrow we can figure out how to reverse this fucking curse.”

“Whatever.” You huffed, smiling into the kiss. You continued your rubs up and down your back when he laid your head on his chest, nodding in agreement to his statement. “Me too. As much as I enjoy the sex, I really do miss having you inside me.” You pouted.

“Trust me, I miss it too. I miss feeling the divine squeeze of your pussy around my cock.” He mumbled, nuzzling your face against his chest with a yawn. “M’tired.”

“Me too, Baby. Let’s get some sleep and tomorrow we can figure out how to get back into our own bodies.” You murmured hopefully, pressing a kiss to your hair.

“Sounds good. G’night Princess.”

“Goodnight, Baby.”

Thank you for reading! Comments and reblogs are highly appreciated! I plan to work on part 3, which may be the final part, soon! 🖤

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A Freaky Friday

(I had to fucking write this. I don’t know if a reader/Eddie body swap has been written before, but here’s my version.)

pairing: Eddie Munson x f!Reader

word count: 1.9k+

warnings: (18+ only! Minors have no right reading this!) body swapping, unprotected p in v smut, oral (reader eats her own pussy 👀), squirting, creampie, cum eating, dirty talk, choking, slight perv!Eddie, dom!reader, profanity

Something pulled you from your slumber, a feeling deep in your gut that twisted so hard it was impossible to not wake up. Immediately you gasped awake, eyebrows furrowing as you felt something was totally off. Your body felt...heavier, longer.

Something isn’t right.

You turned your head to look over at the alarm clock, not realizing how much closer it was when you read 6:09am. You yawned and gave your eyes a rub before rubbing your hands down your face, pausing your movements when you realized your hands felt like Eddie’s hands. You quickly held your hands in front of your face, taking in a sharp gasp when you saw that they were in fact Eddie’s, clad with those rings you loved from the beginning. Your gaze fell to the rest of your body, eyes widening when you saw that you very well were inside of Eddie’s body.

What the fuck?!

“Eddie.” You declared aloud, reaching over to your body next to you and starting to shake hard. “Eddie, wake up!” You were beyond confused at this point, confused on to what sort of witchcraft was going on right now that you two had somehow switched bodies. Eddie didn’t budge, which had you groaning and slapping your face hard to wake him up. “EDDIE!”

He gasped awake then, staring up at the ceiling in confusion for a moment since he was now on your side of the bed, then within seconds he realized what was going on because he no longer had a penis and he could feel tits on his chest. He looked over at you then, eyes widening when he saw himself staring back at him with eyes just as wide. “What the fuck?”

“My thoughts exactly.” You remarked, finding it so fucking weird staring at yourself from a different pair of eyes, actually seeing what everybody else saw and not just the reflection that stared back at you.

Eddie was silent for a few moments before finally he broke into a mischievously wide grin. “Oh this...this is perfect.” Immediately he brought your hands to your tits, giving them a hard squeeze before he dropped one to start rubbing at your pussy.

“Seriously, Eddie?! We discover we’ve somehow swapped bodies and the first thing you do is violate me?” You groaned loud, throwing Eddie’s head back in exasperation before looking back at him to find him smirking at you.

“So violate me.” His gaze flicked towards his cock, staring with a smirk for a moment before looking into his eyes at you again. “Touch my cock. I know you want to.” His smirk widened when he saw his cock twitch and harden at his words from the corner of your eyes, letting out a huff of a laugh as he bit down on your lip. “I knew it.”

“Ugh shut it.” You whined quietly, giving him a playful scowl before moving to sit up. “If I’m going to do anything while inside your body, it’s eat and fuck my pussy, so you can finally feel how fucking good you make me feel.” That’s all the warning you gave before you were moving to position Eddie’s body between your legs, getting a firm hold on your spread thighs before you were diving right in and giving a long drag of Eddie’s tongue through your dripping folds.

Your swiftness in actions barely gave Eddie time to get a response out, instead a deep, long moan erupted from your throat before he was bucking your hips against his face. “H-holy fuck!” He gasped, dropping one of your hands to grab onto his hair as you started licking harder and sucking on your clit. “Jesus Christ! This...this is how it feels every time?”

“Mmhmmm...” You hummed, giving his tongue another swirl around your clit before shoving two fingers inside your spongy walls and thrusting them in and out at a fast pace as you started sucking hard on your clit, smirking when it had Eddie groaning loud and deep.

“Fuck Baby, that feels so fucking good... Don’t stop, holy shit!” He gave a harsh tug on his hair, earning a guttural moan from you and a few crooks of his fingers inside your cunt. “That! Oh that feels nice! Think I’m gonna cum already.”

You pulled off your clit with a loud pop, giving Eddie a smirk as you started fucking his fingers in and out of you more relentlessly. “Yeah? Are you gonna make a mess for me, Baby? Gonna squirt all over your face for me?” You took your clit back into his mouth then, not letting up on the force of his fingers fucking in and out of you while you gave even harsher sucks on your bundle of nerves.

“Fuck yes!” Eddie growled deeply, tossing your head back as he started rocking your hips against his face and fingers. Within seconds an orgasm was crashing over your body, liquids flowing hard and fast out of your cunt and soaking Eddie’s face and sheets in the process, a nice creamy layer of cum coating his fingers. “Ohhh my Gooood!”

You moaned loud at that, finally understanding why Eddie got so feral over eating you out. You pulled away after a moment, giving Eddie a shit eating grin before sticking his fingers in his mouth and sucking your cum from them, quickly moving to cage your body against his bed and giving his now fully erect cock a few rubs through your folds. “Oh, Eds... I’m gonna make you cum so fucking hard on your cock.”

“Jesus.” He groaned loud, reaching out to grab his face and pull you in for a hard kiss, swallowing the moan you let out in response and shoving your tongue inside his mouth so he could indulge on the taste of your juices and cum this way. “Please fucking do.” He growled into his mouth, giving his bottom lip a hard nip before sucking it into your mouth.

You didn’t even give him a reply before you were prodding the head of his cock at your entrance and thrusting forward in one long, hard rock of his hips. You couldn’t contain the loud moan that spilled from Eddie’s lips at that, eyes rolling toward the back of his head as you stilled balls deep in your cunt. “Holy fucking shit, I’m so tight. I’m...I’m gonna need a minute. Otherwise I’m gonna cum prematurely and I am not ready for that level of embarrassment.”

“Jesus, no, that’s fair. I need a minute too. I have got a huge cock.” Eddie groaned as he locked your legs around his waist, instinctively giving a quick hard squeeze around his length buried inside you. This feeling was beyond ethereal for Eddie, it was something he’d only ever fantasized about but never imagined actually happening.

“Don’t let that get to your head.” You laughed, giving Eddie’s head a few shakes as you rested his elbows on each side of your torso. “Just let me know when you’re ready, so I can obliviate my whore cunt and show you how incredibly good your cock feels inside of me.” You smirked when that earned a guttural moan from your throat from Eddie, leaning forward to start nipping and sucking at your pulse point to elicit more sounds from him.

“God Baby, just fuck me! Or well... You.” He smirked, but soon that smirk fell into an open mouthed moan when you started thrusting in and out of yourself with no mercy, truly showing Eddie exactly how it felt when he fucked you. “Shit! Fuck! Holy mother of God!” He groaned, throwing your arms around his chest and holding on for dear life, eyes rolling backwards as he took every fuck his cock into you.

You were grunting and growling as you fucked yourself, fists gripping hard at the sheets before they shot to your hips and gripped hard, leaning back so you could watch as his cock disappeared in and out of your cunt, finally able to see the view Eddie always told you he wished you could see. “Oh wow, Eddie, you’re right... This is an incredible fucking sight.” You groaned loud, gaze now moving to watch as your tits bounced with your every forward thrust.

“I fucking told you.” He hissed through gritted teeth, his own gaze dropping to watch as his cock fucked in and out of you from this angle. “God, you have such a lame point of view.”

“Shut the fuck up.” You growled, reaching out to grab your throat and give a hard squeeze, earning a shocked, choked groan from Eddie as he looked up at you inside him with wide eyes. “My usual view is fucking perfect. Love staring up at your handsome self fucking the day lights out of me.” You gave Eddie’s hips a particularly harsh thrust forward, knowing his cock was going to hit exactly where you wanted it to in order to get him moaning even more for you.

“Fuuuuuuuuck! Right there, holy shit!” He gasped, slamming your hands down onto the sheets beneath your body and clenching fistfuls of them. He could tell an orgasm was on the rise, could tell by the way a fire ignited in the pit of your belly. “I think...I think-- fuck!” He couldn’t get the words out, but you knew exactly what he was going to say merely from the way your walls started squeezing hard around his cock.

“Cum.” You demanded in a growl, dropping one of his hands to start rubbing harsh circles on your clit, grinning when it had Eddie crying out and clamping around his cock just as your cum started coating his length. “Fuuuuck! Oh my God, Eddie!” You groaned and kept up the pace, fucking his cock in and out of you until you felt his own knot break and his cock started pumping load after load of his cum in your insides.

“That’s it, Baby! Fill your pretty little pussy full of my cum.” Eddie growled this time, giving multiple hard squeezes around his cock to get every drop of his cum into you that he could. If this was how you got pregnant, he would not mind. This experience was absolutely mind blowing and he was ecstatic that it was happening to him.

You stopped moving all together after a few moments, collapsing on top of your body completely spent and burying Eddie’s face in the crook of your neck. “Holy shit...” You panted, taking a few seconds to compose yourself before leaning back to slowly start pulling his cock from inside you. You watched as your mixed cum leaked out of your fucked hole, biting down on Eddie’s bottom lip before shifting down to start cleaning up every drop of it, earning a deep, satisfied moan from Eddie that had you smiling as you swallowed every drop.

“I don’t know what the fuck is happening, but that was some of the best sex we’ve ever had.” Eddie stated with a few heavy pants, earning a hearty laugh from you that had him smiling wide.

“Welcome to my world, Eddie. That’s how it is for me every day.” You giggled, moving up so you could press Eddie’s mouth to yours for a tongue filled kiss, giving him a taste of your mixed cum to savor. You pulled back after a minute, giving Eddie’s head a small tilt to the side. “What day is it anyway?”

“Friday.” He chuckled.

“What a freaky Friday.”

“A very freaky Friday.” He agreed, leaning up to press your forehead against his. “Now how the fuck are we going to get back into our own bodies?”

“That, my dear Edward, I have no fucking idea. Time to start researching.”

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“Shit.”

Part 2

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[alwayssnivellus]

My Whore

(I’ve been in a pure filth mood for days. Enjoy. 🥴 Wanna also note that this takes place in the early 2000s for music related reasons and because we stan Eddie reaching his 30s in this household.)

pairing: Eddie Munson x f!Reader

word count: 7.5k+ (I went all out...thought it was gonna be closer to 10k, but I’m totally cool with it not being that long. Lmao.)

warnings: (18+ only! This is pure degradation filth and I do not want minors reading it!) very small amount of fluff in the beginning with some cockwarming (semi public cockwarming)...after that, possessive!Eddie, mean dom!Eddie, major daddy kink, mandhandling, face and pussy slapping, choking, hair pulling, spitting, biting (basically leaving his marks on you), profanity, lots of the use of whore, oral (m receiving), unprotected p in v smut, lots of squirting, multiple creampies, multiple forced orgasms, etc

quick summary: Eddie doesn’t like it when he hears other men making sexual comments about his wife. Cue possessive!Eddie.

Eddie perked up the moment he heard the bell above the entrance door ring to signal someone had entered his music store, a second job of sorts between Corroded Coffin’s tours across US and Canada. He opened the music store because he had a passion for music that he wanted to share with everyone that stepped through the door.

Setting down the box of records he was just about to put away into their places on the floor, he checked his watch to see the current time. Lunch time. He grinned and made his way out to the front to find you walking toward the register area which led to the stock room he was coming out of, beaming smile on your face as you clutched his lunch box between your adorable fingers.

“Hey Eddiebear!” You greeted with an adoring glint in your eyes, which had Eddie’s heart doing somersaults in his chest like it always did when you showed up with a homemade lunch for him. “I brought food!”

“As you always do.” He chuckled, walking around the counter so he could pull you in for a warm hug and press a kiss to the top of your head. “Thank you, beautiful.” He murmured as he pulled back to gaze down at you, chocolate orbs drinking in your lovestruck features while he reached to grab the lunch box.

You quickly moved your hands behind your back before he could grab it, giving your lips a small pout as you looked up at him. “You know the price, Munson. Two kisses or no sandwich. It’s only fair.” You huffed out, to which he chuckled, cupped your face, and pulled you in for a heated kiss with all teeth and tongue, pulling a surprised moan from your throat that had you thankful there were no actual customers in the store at the moment to hear you.

Eddie pulled back after a few long seconds with a shiteating grin on his face, releasing his hold on your now heated cheeks before reaching around you to pluck his lunchbox from between your fingers, a small smirk on his face as he did. “How was that for your second kiss?” He licked his lips, eyes flicking toward your lips before scanning right back up to your eyes again.

You swallowed hard, heart racing and pussy dripping at how hot that kiss was. You met his gaze again, giving your bottom lip a hard bite at his question. “Best second kiss I’ve received so far... You must really be hungry today, huh?” You smirked, your now free hands sliding up his chest and over his shoulders so you could slip your arms around his neck.

“Stomach’s been growling for an hour. Definitely hungry.” He chuckled in response, giving his head a small tilt to the side as he gazed down at you. “You wanna join me for my lunch break today? Had to send my employee on a drive a few towns over to deliver some mistake shipments made here to the correct place out there, simple little address mishap, so I’ve got the place to myself for a while if you wanna join me in the breakroom out back.”

“I’d love that, Baby, of course! I couldn’t think of a better way to spend my time anyway.” You giggled, giving him a quick peck on the lips before unsliding your arms from around his neck. “Lead the way, hot stuff.”

Eddie grinned at that, stealing one more quick kiss before leading you to the break room by the small of your back, pulling out one of the chairs at the table so he could sit down on it and tug you with him to straddle his lap, setting his lunch box down on the table behind you and opening it with a smile. “So how’s your day been so far?”

“Better now that I’m with you.” You mused with an honest smile, arms making their way back around his neck so you could twirl a few strands of his curls around your pointer fingers.

“Oh yeah?” He smiled, pulling his sandwich and chips out of the lunch box and setting them on the table. “Bad morning or something?”

“Mm no, my days are just boring and shit when you’re not with me.” You shrugged with a soft giggle, smile widening when one of his hands reached up to gently brush his thumb against your cheekbone, which you immediately leaned into.

“Yeah? I make things that much more entertaining for you, Babycakes?” He questioned with a look of complete adoration in his gaze, already knowing how much his existence meant to you, but still loving to hear all the different reasons why with his own ears.

“Mmhm! In so many ways too.” You bit your lip as your mind wandered right into the gutter, thinking of all the ways Eddie’s entertained you back home, all the positions he’s had you in in every room of your shared double wide trailer home, how you’d squirted on every fuckable surface he could find, multiple times, and how it’s his favorite thing to mark you up with his love bites to show his claim on you, though he hadn’t done that in a while since the bruising on your throat’s gone down to almost nothing. In circumstances such as these, though, finding a great paying work from home job turned out to be an absolute blessing for you.

“Something on your mind, Princess?” Eddie asked with a teasing smirk on his face as he watched as you got lost in your thoughts, large hands gliding toward the curve of your ass before he pulled your hips all the way flush against him, which brought you right back to reality in a second.

You gasped when your glistening folds beneath your skirt pressed right up against his semi hard cock in his pants, feeling the shivers of arousal shooting through you from the sensation of your clit catching on the fabric in just the right way. “Fuck...” You breathed, fingers tightening in his hair as you instinctively gave your hips a rock against him with a soft moan, your eyes moving to meet his gaze again. “You, Eds... Always you.”

“Mmmm care to elaborate on what about?” He murmured deeply, giving your ass cheeks a firm squeeze as he kept your gaze with the smirk still on his face, already having an idea on what since he could feel how soaked the front of his pants were becoming.

“Jus’ ‘bout how you’re always making me feel so fucking good all the time...” You bit your lip again, giving your hips another rock against him which had the two of you moaning in unison.

“Like I’m doing right now?” He inquired with a hum, leaning in to press a firm kiss to your lips as his hands continued grinding you against his growing erection.

“EEEEEEEEEddie.” You moaned out in a whine, lips moving against his own in a hungry manner while yours fingers tugged on his curly locks. “Should be eating your lunch.” You murmured between kisses, not even really minding at all that his lunch was momentarily forgotten on the table while you sucked face.

“Can wait a moment.” He answered between his own kisses, sliding one of his hands back around to slip beneath your skirt so he could rub a few circles on your clit. “Wanna feel your warm walls wrapped around me while I eat my lunch, Baby. S’that okay? Cock warming me while I eat the sandwich you so graciously made for me?”

You moaned into his mouth when his thumb found your clit, giving your head a few rapid nods in response to his request as you bucked your hips against his touch and kissed him a little harder. “Mmm yeah! Anything for you, Eddie.” You groaned deeply, dropping your own hands to start working on unbuttoning and unzipping his work pants so you could free his aching, precum leaking member from its imprisonment.

“That’s my girl.” He growled delightedly at your words and how quick you were to start pulling his cock out in your own desperation, using both his hands to lift you up so your dripping entrance was lined right up with his swollen cockhead and lowering you down onto him to fill you in one long, slow motion. “Christ.”

“Ohhhh my fucking God.” You moaned loud as your walls fluttered and squeezed around his entire length, not daring to move your hips knowing if you did the both of you would lose control and this would turn into more than just cock warming while he ate, and you couldn’t chance that in case a customer walked through the door and heard how good Eddie was fucking you in the break room.

Instead you opted into leaning forward and burying your face in the crook of his neck, your warm stuttered breaths fanning against his neck that had his cock twitching inside you. “Feels so good.” You murmured, sliding your arms to wrap around his chest so you could stay pressed close against him.

“Fuck yeah it does. S’gonna make eating my lunch even more enjoyable being buried inside you.” He sighed delightedly, rubbing one of his hands along your back while the other grabbed his sandwich off the table, quickly discarding its wrapping with his teeth before blowing it out of his mouth to land back on the table. Taking a decent sized bite of it, he gave a few savory chews before following up with a pleased hum. “Mmmm s’good as always, my love.”

“Good.” You mused, placing a quick kiss and nip to his pulse point that had him choking on his food as he swallowed with a moan, cock twitching inside you again. “Sorry.” You giggled, keeping your lips and teeth to yourself for a moment so he could eat safely and not choke on his food because of your teasing actions.

“Are you though?” He asked with a smirk after composing himself, taking a few moments before having another bite of his sandwich. Just in case.

“Yes, but also no. Yes because it wasn’t my intention to make you choke and no because now you know how I feel when I have your cock down my throat.”

Eddie huffed out a loud laugh at that, causing you to giggle as you leaned back to look at him, his head shaking as he gazed at you with an amused grin on his face. “That’s barely comparable, but I’ll humor you this time.”

“Mm I suppose you’re right... You’re more likely to asphyxiate to death on your food than I am on your cock, though I could probably choke myself to death on it if I wanted to.” You smirked as you gave a teasing squeeze around him, earning a deep groan from his throat not only from your squeeze around his cock, but also your mentioning of choking yourself to death on his cock. He found that shit sexy. His hand on your back slid down beneath your skirt to grab a handful of your ass cheek and give the supple flesh a hard squeeze, earning a moan from your throat and another squeeze around him that had more blood rushing to his length buried inside you.

“You’re killing me, Princess. Gonna have to fuck you if you keep squeezing me like that. Supposed to keep me warm, not make me fuck you.” Eddie warned as his hand gave your ass another hard squeeze, putting his sandwich back in the lunch box before bringing that hand right to your other ass cheek and squeezing both simultaneously this time. He wouldn’t actually mind if it turned to fucking, this man will fuck you anywhere he desires if he’s turned on enough.

You moaned at him squeezing fistfuls of your ass, your hands gripping hard on his shoulders as you kept his gaze. “Fuck. You say that like it’s a bad thing, babe. I wouldn’t mind you fucking me full of your--”

*ding ding*

“Fuck.” You said it simultaneously, Eddie’s head thrown back as a frustrated groan left his throat. “Great. Of course we’re getting cock and pussy blocked by a paying customer.”

“Sorry, Eds.” You pushed your bottom lip out in a pout while rubbing your hands across his chest, leaning forward to pepper a few kisses along his exposed throat. “I’ll make it up to you later.” You hummed, leaning back again with a small smile. “You should get out there. Make sure your customers don’t need any help and all that. I’ll sneak my way out of here then find something random to buy so it’s not suspicious that I left without anything.”

“Okay, beautiful. I’ll finish my lunch after they leave.” He chuckled with a grin at your words, leaning in to press a long, passionate kiss to your lips before slowly lifting you off his pussy drenched cock with a quiet groan. “Fuck. I can’t wait to come home to you later.”

“Mmm I’m looking forward to it.” You murmured as you pulled back from the kiss, reaching to gently tuck some hair behind his ear. “I love you. Have a good rest of your shift, will ya?”

“I love you too, Sweetheart. I will try my best.” He chuckled, sharing one more kiss with you before tucking himself back in his pants and fixing himself up.

You waited in the breakroom while Eddie went to check on the customers that came in before sneaking your way out from behind the desk to find somewhere in the store out of view that would make it seem like you were there the whole time.

You opted for a row of shelves where the CDs and vinyls were, grinning when your eyes focused in on the metal section and crawling your way over to it. You grabbed the nearest CD in your reach, an all black case with a faint skull with bat wings on the front and the words Avenged Sevenfold printed in white just above it.

This’ll do.

You stood up from where you were crouched and approached the register with the CD, giving your lip a small bite when you caught Eddie’s attention to which he excused himself from the few guys looking at guitars on the other side of the store.

“Find everything okay?” He asked in his customer service persona, but with a knowing smirk on his face. He grabbed the CD after you placed it on the counter with a "yes, thank you", inspecting it with a low hum before scanning and bagging it. “Heard this band is pretty good. Like totally metal. I’ll have to check them out some time myself.”

“Oh yeah? That’s good to know. Been trying to find new music to masturbate to and I myself have been told Avenged Sevenfold is totally metal and metal is what I like.” You smirked at the taken aback look on Eddie’s face at your words, watching as he thickly swallowed the lump forming in his throat before he quietly cleared it and handed the bag out to you.

“Sounds like you’re gonna have a real fun time tonight. You’ll have to let me know how it goes for you next time you stop in. This one’s on me, Princess.”

“Really? Thank yooouu...” You leaned in pretending to read his nametag, grinning after a moment before leaning back to look him in the face again. “Eddie. You’re so kind.” You took the bag with a smirk before turning and walking toward the exit of the store, Eddie’s eyes glued to you the whole time.

Little to Eddie’s knowledge, his eyes weren’t the only ones on you as you sauntered your way out of the store. It wasn’t until he heard multiple comments from the few guys that came in to look at guitars that he realized you were the center of everyone’s attention.

“Fuck, that chick is hot. I’d fuck her so hard.”

“The way she flirted like a whore just to get a free CD? I bet she’s so easy. I could totally land her in my bed.”

“We should come here more often if this is where she comes to buy CDs. I bet we could convince her to let us fuck her at the same time.”

Eddie’s attention immediately snapped back to them when he heard their words, chest slowly starting to heave as the temperature of his blood increased sevenfold. Did they just fucking go there? Hell no. Eddie growled low before walking out from behind the counter with a fire in his eyes that meant he could kill if he wanted to.

“You know, when I took her virginity, she was nothing like that. Just a shy little thing, really. I made her into what she is now... My whore. And you know what? As soon as I get home, I’m going to remind her that she’s my whore and I’m going to fuck her whore cunt so hard while marking up every inch of her throat, that the next time you see her in here you’ll fucking know she’s off limits. Gonna make her cum and squirt all over my cock over and over until she’s on the verge of passing out and then when she does start getting loopy, I’m going to slap her in the face until she comes to again, so she can be conscious when I fill her with another fat load of my cum to mark my claim on her insides. And you know what else? She fucking loves it when I fuck her like that. I turned an angel into a little devil. She’s gonna be so stoked when I get home and shove her against the wall by her throat to tell her Daddy wants to ruin his little whore.”

The mortification in the guys’ features by the time Eddie finished speaking was evident, wide eyes and bobbing adams apples that showed the fear that creeped up their throats at the way Eddie very angrily went on about how you’re his whore. If they had known you were Eddie’s, they’d have kept their mouths shut.

“Sorry, man. She seemed to act as if she didn’t know you.” One of the guys mumbled as he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, wishing the ground would just open up and swallow him whole.

“Yeah, that’s because I had my cock buried inside her in the breakroom when you came in and we had to act as though I wasn’t just about to make her scream my name as she creamed all over my cock. Though now that I think of it, I would have loved for you to hear how good I fuck her.” Eddie smirked sickeningly at the three guys, large arms crossed over his chest as he towered over the three of them.

“Right... Look we’re just gonna go... Sorry again man.” The second guy spoke up before sharing uneasy glances with the other two.

“Yeah. That’s probably the smartest decision you’ll make today.” Eddie grinned kindly, but his tone was laced with venom, still pissed these pricks had the audacity to assume your pants were easy to get into. “Have the day you deserve.” He finished before turning and walking back toward the break room to finish his lunch.

The three guys were hightailing it out of the store before Eddie even reached the door to the back, Cheshire cat-like grin filled with amusement on his face when he heard the bell above the door ding to signal their exit.

He couldn’t wait to get home.

~

Eddie was in a mood, the right mixture of bad and good, that after finishing his lunch and stocking floor displays while he waited for his employee to return from his trip from a few towns over, he decided to he was gonna close the store up early. Give not only himself, but his hard worker the rest of the day off.

Now Eddie was mere minutes away from your home and you had no idea he was coming home early or that he had a lot in store for you. He’s had an itch to take out his anger over those guys’ comments since they left their disrespectful mouths and you were the only thing that could truly relieve that itch. He had to take his anger out on you.

You were in the laundry room getting the load of laundry in the wash started when you heard Eddie’s van pulling up outside, eyebrows furrowing as you looked up at the clock on the wall above the washer and dryer to check the time. 4pm. He’s home early.

You quickly got the wash started before walking out of the laundry room and toward the front door where Eddie was just walking in, his gaze immediately landing on you when you made your way toward him, and giving you no time to say anything before he was grabbing you by the throat and slamming you against the adjacent wall which pulled a surprised moan from your throat.

“Daddy wants to ruin his little whore. Needs to ruin his little whore. Has to ruin his little whore.” He growled, hand around your throat giving a harsh squeeze while he used a knee to force your legs apart, his other hand slipping beneath your skirt to not-so-gently rub at your dripping cunt. “Sound like a plan?”

“Yes.” You choked out, arousal already flooding your core just from being slammed against the wall by the throat, your hips bucking against his forceful rubs to your dripping folds.

Eddie momentarily released your neck to slap you across the face while the hand rubbing your folds laid a simultaneous slap to your cunt, hand wrapping back around your throat as he let out a growl. “Yes who, you stupid whore?”

“Yes Daddy.” You whimpered, looking up at him with wide doe eyes as his own turned obsidian. You didn’t know what brought this side out of Eddie so suddenly, but you didn’t mind one bit either. You loved it when Eddie got rough with you. “Everything okay Daddy?”

“No time for explanations. Open your fucking mouth.” He demanded, using two fingers to spread your pussy lips apart before forcing them inside you, earning a loud open mouthed moan from your throat which he took advantage of and grabbed you by the jaw with the hand that was around your throat to keep your mouth open. “Tongue out.”

You did as told, keeping your eyes locked on his as you let your tongue greedily hang out for him. “Good little whore.” He growled before spitting on your tongue seconds later, hand on your jaw moving to grab you by the throat again. “Swallow.”

Immediately you swallowed, moaning as his fingers inside you curled against something delicious. “EEEEEEEddie!” You cried out, which earned another slap to your face that had you correcting yourself on the spot. “Daddy! Meant Daddy!”

“And don’t fucking forget it.” He growled deeply, yanking his fingers from inside you and pressing them against your parted lips. “Suck.” He demanded, watching with a carnal desire as you took his glistening fingers in your mouth and sucked them clean before purposely taking them down your throat to gag yourself.

“Fuck, what a greedy little whore you are. So desperate to choke on something. I’ll give you something to choke on.” Eddie smirked darkly before grabbing a fistful of your hair and forcing you onto your knees with a hard push down on your head. “Be a good whore and take my cock out.”

“Yes Daddy.” You groaned out, feeling as your eyes started to sting with tears from the force of his grip on your hair. Your hands made quick work at ridding him of his pants and boxers, getting them tugged down to his ankles in mere seconds and watching as his cock slapped upward against his stomach, drool pooling in your mouth when your gaze caught the way the vein along his length throbbed from the blood flow.

Eddie didn’t let you ogle for long, his free hand quickly moving to grab you by the jaw to force your mouth apart so he could force his cock down your throat, letting out a guttural growl when your throat constricted around his sensitive cockhead as you choked and moaned from the sudden movement. “Fuck, it feels so goddamn good when you choke like that. Hollow your cheeks, whore.”

Your closed your lips around him, sucking your cheeks in so they were hollowed like ordered and letting out an immediate groan when he started fucking in and out of your throat without remorse, tears now spilling down your cheeks from the force of his delicious assault on your throat.

“Look at you, already crying and I’ve only just started. How pathetic.” He chuckled deeply, fingers in your hair fisting even tighter as he started using his grip on it to start guiding your head back and forth while he fucked your throat with more of his length, earning garbled moans as you choked around him with his every thrust forward.

“Your whore throat takes me so well every fucking time. God I love it. Don’t forget to breathe through your nose, don’t need you passing out on me. Yet.” He smirked wickedly, pushing the rest of his cock in your mouth and throat until your nose was burrowed in his curls and his balls were pressed against your chin, hand holding you in place so you had no choice but to continuously choke and gag around him, the noises lewd yet music to his ears.

You didn’t breathe through your nose like told, curious to see what would happen if you did pass out on his cock, so you kept on choking without taking any breaths in until the lack of oxygen had you getting woozy. Eddie felt the way your head started getting heavier in his hold, immediately pulling you off his length so he could lay a harsh smack to your cheek.

“I said breathe, you selfish little whore!” He growled, yanking you up from the floor by your hair before slapping your cheek again, earning a deep groan from your throat once your lungs were filled with oxygen again. “Your greedy little whore throat is done with my cock. That whore cunt of yours is next and ohhhh how she is going to get the brunt of my cock’s abuse.”

He gave you no time to respond before he was lifting you off your feet by the backs of your thighs and slamming your back against the wall behind you, quickly lining the head of his cock up with your entrance and filling you to the hilt in one hard thrust forward that pulled a loud squeal from your throat in return. “Oh I’m gonna murder this whore cunt tonight.” He grinned before pulling out and slamming right back in until his head rammed right up against your cervix, repeating the thrusting motions several times which had you throwing your head against the wall with multiple screams of painful pleasure.

His pace started picking up fast, cock showing no mercy on your cervix as he thrusted in and out of you, grunting and growling out how good your whore cunt felt wrapped around him, how you sounded so pretty when he fucked you like this, and even if you wanted or tried to tell him he always fucked you so good, you were unable to form any coherent words, all thoughts malfunctioning from the way he was literally fucking you cockdumb.

“God you’re such a fucking whore. I bet if you got tired of me, you’d let any guy that wants to fuck you, fuck you. I know how needy this cunt is.”

Those words alone triggered something in your brain to get the gears turning so you could finally actually say something, giving your head multiple shakes of no as your arms moved to wrap around his neck. “Will never tire of you, Daddy! M’only needy for your perfectly massive cock!” You whimpered out as you took everything he gave you, the build up of pleasure slowly building to the point of your dam readying to burst.

“Yeah that’s fucking right, my little whore. My cock is the only one you need for the rest of your goddamn life.” He growled out, leaning forward to capture your lips for a hard kiss that literally stole the breath right from your lungs. “I took your virginity and I’m fucking keeping it.” He growled against your lips, swallowing your followed lewd moan in response as he started kissing you with a fervor that had you going dumb all over again, his cock pounding away at your insides as the pressure in your core started to build and build until you knew you couldn’t hold yourself back.

“Fuck m’gonna cum.” You warned, but Eddie only laughed darkly before moving one of his hands to press his thumb against your clit.

“Then cum. This is only the first and nowhere near the last time you’re gonna cum tonight.” He started rubbing then, such relentless circles on your bundle of nerves that you were soon screaming out as you came hard around his cock and squirted all over him and the floor.

“Daaaaaddyyyyyyy!”

“That’s it! That’s my good whore! Fuck, you’re gonna be doing a lot of that tonight!” He groaned delightedly at the feeling of your liquids drenching him, thrusts continuing at their harsh pace as he fucked himself toward his own release. “Gonna fuck every last drop of my cum inside you...make you my little cum dump. That’s what you’re gonna be tonight, Daddy’s little whore and cum dump.”

“Fuuuuuuuuck!” You moaned at his growled promises of making you his cum dump, another orgasm wracking through you as you clenched and came even harder around his rapidly moving length. “M’your filthy little cum dump! Daddy’s filthy little fucking cum dump!”

Eddie’s thrusts faltered then, a deep, rumbling groan erupting from his throat as his balls tucked up and he started spilling ropes of his cum into your womb, leaning forward to bite down on your shoulder while he continued fucking into you, riding out both your highs until he was ready to carry you to the next fuckable surface.

His bite to your shoulder as he filled you with round one of his cum elicited such a beautiful sound from your throat that it prompted him to start biting into it, sucking hard on each spot he bit at until your neck was littered with dark purple bruises that marked his claim on you again for the first time in a while. “Now everyone will know you’re off limits again. Daddy’s gotta do better at keeping you marked up, can’t let any disgustingly rude men think you’re on the market.”

Something in the way Eddie’s words fell from his lips told you that something must have happened after you left his work once the customers showed up, something that triggered such a dark, possessive side of him that it brought him to this point. Those guys must have said something about me as I left. It’s the only explanation. You decided not to ask if your suspicions were true at the moment, for obvious reasons, so you decided to wait it out until he was ready to tell you what happened.

His thrusts had halted by this point, but he certainly was not done with you. Keeping his cock buried inside you, he quickly carried you over to the couch where he finally pulled out of you to drop you onto it. “Get on your knees and turn around.” He ordered with a growl, waiting for you to shift yourself onto your knees and turn to face the wall behind the couch before using his own knee to force your legs apart, one of his hands pushing your face into the top of the back cushion by the back of your neck before slamming right back inside you.

You choked out a scream in response, eyes rolling towards the back of your head as he found his set pace and continued ruining you in the most delicious ways, your hands gripping hard on the cushion he had you pressed into. “Mmmmmm don’t stop! Feels so fucking good when you wreck my whore cunt!” You groaned as you gave a nice hard squeeze around him, earning a deep groan of his own and a harsh slap to your ass cheek.

“Not gonna fucking stop until I’m finished murdering this cunt. Good thing tomorrow’s Saturday because you’re not gonna be able to walk until at least Monday.” He laughed darkly, almost in a way as if he were both amused and proud of himself for what he was gonna do to you tonight, both of his hands now finding their way to your waist so he could grip as tight as he could while starting to fuck harder and harder into you, giving your ass cheeks an occasional slap to match the force of his thrusts.

“Yes yes yeeeeeeesss!” You mewled loud at the way his cock hit you in all the right places with his every thrust into you, toes curling and head falling back as you gave another hard squeeze around his length when he hit something inside you that had you on the brink of another orgasm already. “Jeeeeesus Chriiiiiiist!”

Eddie’s hand found your hair then, wrapping most of it around his hand before yanking you backwards until your back was pressed against his chest, lips pressing right at your ear as his other hand slid down to start rubbing your clit in fast circles. “Jesus doesn’t fuck his whores, he saves them. Me? Well, Daddy made you into the whore you are, so whose name should you be screaming, hm?”

“Daaaaaaaaddyyyyyyyyyyyyy!” Your third orgasm hit you right then, body convulsing as more of your cum coated his cock, your head thrown back against his shoulder as he continued fucking you through it, truly ruining you like he said he would.

“C’mon, give me another one. I know you have it in you.” Eddie demanded in a low growl as he continued rubbing circles on your clit in time with his thrusts, each rub growing a little harsher than the last in an attempt to make sure he got exactly the release he was looking for. “Let go for Daddy. Soak me and this fucking couch.”

You whined at his every merciless rub to your painfully overstimulated bundle of nerves, tears spilling down your cheeks again as your entire body flushed with heat, the familiar feeling of the dam bursting hitting you and leaving you soaking him with an even heavier gush of your squirt. “Hoooooooooooh my fucking God!”

“There it is! That’s what I’m talking about! Such a good whore!” He groaned deeply, ceasing his rubs to your clit so he could hold your hips again to fuck himself toward his second release, head of his cock ramming right up to your womb as he stilled his hips and spilled into you, cock twitching as each spurt of cum shot inside you. “Take it, my little cum dump. Fucking take it.”

You clenched like a vise around him as he filled you, throaty scream leaving your parted lips as your cunt milked him of every drop. “Mmmmmm fuck I want it all! Need it all! M’your little whore cum dump!” You whined desperately, which Eddie liked. Boy did he like.

He reached to wrap a hand around your throat so he could pull you into a hard kiss, large tongue forcing its way into your mouth where he shoved it toward the back of your throat, catching you off guard and pulling a loud moan from you as you clenched around him some more, feeling as more ropes of cum painted your insides.

He retracted his tongue but kept kissing you, hand wrapped around your throat holding firm as he continued to keep control of the kiss, plump lips molded against your own with such fervor it had you whimpering for him. “You’re doing so good for me. Taking me and my cum so well, so willingly. Told those guys at work that you love it when I fuck you like this and even gave them a nice detailed description of what I’m doing to you tonight. I hope they’re at home unable to get the images out of their head. I hope they get so fucking jealous, yet so horny that they have no choice but to jack off to the images I put in their head.”

“I knew it.” You murmured with a smirk, leaning forward to take his bottom lip between your teeth and giving a hard bite before sucking on it for a good five seconds, earning a guttural moan from his throat before you released his lip with a smile. “You realize I’m obsessed with you, right? Like, no other guy will ever have me the way you do, they’ll never have my attention the way you do, and they’ll certainly never fuck me the way you do. Honestly, Daddy, I didn’t even see what those guys looked like when I was there. Was too busy staring at you the whole time.”

“Just a bunch of college aged pricks that think they’d have a shot getting you in their beds.” He grumbled, keeping his hold on your throat, but not as firm as it first was, more loose fingers than anything now. “Should have seen the pure horror growing in their eyes when I started going off about how I fuck you. Don’t think they were expecting you to be mine.”

“Mmm...” You hummed in response, keeping your gaze on his as you leaned your weight against his chest. “M’yours til the end of existence itself, Eddie Munson. Now how about you carry your little whore to the bedroom so she can make an even bigger mess of the sheets?”

“That’s my good whore.” Eddie growled delightedly before momentarily pulling out of you so he could spin you around to face him, lifting you up off the couch by grabbing the backs of your thighs before impaling you right on his cock again, grinning wide at the squealed moan that left your throat in response. “Not even close to being done murdering this cunt and I can already tell you’re gonna be begging me to stop soon. Which may I add, I will not be stopping.”

You whimpered at that, knowing you were getting close to your limits and that you really could only handle so much overstimulation, but since you loved Eddie so much, you would go through any amount of sexual pain for him if it meant he was enjoying doing it. “S’okay Daddy. Don’t ever stop.” You reassured with a murmur, but the way his lips twisted into a wicked grin at your statement had you second guessing whether you chose the right words.

“Ohhhhh you’re gonna fucking regret those words.” He chuckled darkly, wasting not another moment before he was carrying you straight to your bedroom where he climbed his way onto the bed and set you down on your back, making sure your legs were wrapped nice and snug around his waist before he started pounding his cock in and out of you with deep thrusts, one hand pinning you to the bed by your bruised throat while the other gripped hard on one of your thighs.

“Oohhh fuuuuuuck!” You choked out in a squealed moan, eyes rolling towards the back of your head as his cock abused every inch of your cunt, making it harder and harder not to clench around him feeling the throbbing ache forming from his delicious torture. “Don’t think m’gonna last.” You whimpered as your hands gripped hard on his arms, one hand wrapped around the wrist pinning you to the bed while the other held onto his bicep, your fingernails digging into the skin as you flexed your fingers into the muscle.

“Let go. Give everything to Daddy as Daddy gives everything to you.” Eddie hissed through gritted teeth, feeling your walls fighting for their life with his every relentless thrust into you. Desperately wanting to feel that mindnumbing squeeze they gave when you made a mess for him, he moved his hand from where he held your thigh to slip it beneath your pillow and sneakily grab the vibrator you kept there, bringing it down to press it hard against your clit as he turned it onto the highest setting.

You were so lost in your cockdumb state that you didn’t even notice he had the vibrator until it was too late, orgasm after forced orgasm hitting you from the way he kept that vibrator pressed so harshly against your clit with no show of letting up. Animalistic growls left his throat each time you clamped down around him as you squirted and came for him, nothing but choked screams and sobs of overwhelmed pleasure erupting from your throat with your every orgasm and release.

“Yeeeeeeeeess, that’s my whore! Keep those fluids coming!” He groaned, finding another of his own releases spilling out of him and into your throbbing cunt to join the rest of his cum.

“Can’t...too much!” You whimpered, but that earned you a hard slap to the face and an ungentle grab of your jaw to force your gaze on his.

“You’re done when I say you’re done and I’m not quite finished with you yet, you stupid whore.” He growled before forcefully releasing your jaw, hand back around your throat as he continued pounding into you with the vibrator still mercilessly pressed against your bundle of nerves, pulling many more orgasms out of you that you eventually did start losing consciousness on him.

“Oh no no no you don’t!” He tutted, momentarily dropping the vibrator to the bed so he could use both hands to lay a few stern slaps to both of your cheeks, trying to prevent you from actually passing out on him because he wasn’t ready to stop yet. “Don’t you dare pass out on me! Look at me while I ruin you, you whore!”

You sobbed out at that, tears soaking your stinging cheeks as you tried your hardest to not close your eyes again, keeping your eyes focused on him as you took everything he gave. You knew you were gonna have to use your safe word soon, but you held back for a little bit longer as to satisfy your husband’s needs.

“Atta girl. Good fucking whore.” He rasped, holding your gaze as he continued fucking in and out of you, vibrator now pressed back against your clit to pull more overstimulated orgasms from you. “C’mon, don’t fight it! Give it all to me like my good whore that you are!”

“Fuuuuuuck I can’t-- s’too much!” You whimpered, clinging onto him for dear life as your cunt neared its bittersweet end, feeling as it started going numb on you. You flinched when you saw his hand raising to lay another reprimanding slap to your face, your safe word leaving your lips before you could stop them. “Redrum! Redrum!”

Eddie stopped everything he was doing before your safe word even left your mouth, seeing the way you flinched at the raise of his hand was enough to bring his actions to a complete stop. “Fuck, are you okay, Princess? Shit I took it too far this time, didn’t I?” He frowned, both hands cupping each side of your face as he searched your eyes for any sign of discontent.

“No, not too far. M’okay. Promise. Just feeling too numb for anymore is all.” You murmured as you leaned into his touch, leaning up to press a reassuring kiss to his lips. “I love you, Eddie Munson. Even when you murder my poor little cunt.”

Eddie chuckled at that, giving you an adoring smile as he brushed his thumbs against your cheeks. “I love you too Y/N Munson. Thank you for indulging in my possessive needs.”

“You’re welcome.” You giggled, capturing his lips for another kiss and sighing into his mouth as he slowly and gently pulled out of you, feeling the way your mixed cum leaked out of your aching hole. “Was gonna tell you to carry us to the shower, but I think I’m gonna need a nap before that happens.”

“That’s quite alright with me.” He smiled, moving off of you so he could lay beside you and pull you into his embrace, your back pressed against his chest so he could spoon you as he peppered kisses along your shoulders. “Wake me up when you’re ready for that shower.”

“Mmhmm...” You hummed in response, eyes already heavily closed as exhaustion took over completely and had you softly snoring in the matter of seconds.

“Sleep well, my little whore.” Eddie murmured with a smile, pressing a soft kiss to your temple before nuzzling his face in your hair and allowing slumber to consume him too.

Neither of you woke up until the following morning, which started with that shower you never got the night before because of truly how spent the two of you were, but oh how totally worth it it was.

(Please do let me know what you think, what your favorite parts are! Likes and reblogs welcome, please. 🥰🖤)

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I Can Fix That

(Yet another random idea my brain came up with that I really needed to write because it involves punching Jason Carver in the face. 🤷‍♀️)

pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

word count: 3.2k+

warnings: bullying, physical violence, breaking of a nose, violent threats (empty threats meant to scare, basically), profanity, fluff if you squint, p in v smut (because Eddie can’t help his blood flow lmao), sorta public sex, possessive!Eddie (like a mild possessive), Eddie has a God complex if you squint, dirty talk, hair pulling, spanking, choking, nipple play, creampie, etc etc (18+ ONLY! YOU ALREADY KNOW THE DRILL, MINORS.)

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” You growled in anger when you arrived at the cafeteria for lunch to see Jason Carver at your little brother’s table bent over as though he were belittling him, overhearing him say something about your brother’s bifocal glasses and how they looked nerdy on him.

Your little brother was a freshman while you were in your senior year and you were not going to stand there and let that asshole Jason ruin the rest of your brother’s high school experience by making him believe he would get bullied the whole time. Storming your way over to Jason, you didn’t care who saw what happened next, you were going to defend your baby brother with everything you had in you.

“Jason!” Your voice was almost booming over the chatter filling the expansive room as you stomped toward him, fixed with an anger that everyone sitting in close distance could feel the way it was coming off of you. Jason turned toward you just in time for you to land three hard punches to his face, the third hitting his nose from the side which sent him reeling backwards onto the floor from the mere force of it.

All eyes were on the two of you now as you stood over Jason fuming in anger, your finger pointing harmlessly at your brother as you venomously spat your next words to Jason. “If I ever and I mean ever see or hear about you coming near my little brother again, I will make sure to break both your wrists and your ankles with a fucking sledgehammer so you can never play basketball again. Got it?!”

Jason held his hand over his nose while his head lolled from the blunt force trauma to his face he just received, fear-filled eyes meeting yours before his gaze fell on your little brother. He swallowed hard, not realizing he was your little brother. Jason knew you were not one to be fucked with, he learned that lesson a long time ago in fifth grade, and now it was clear that your family was to not be fucked with either. “Got it.”

“Good. Now get the fuck up, or have your douchey little jock buddies help you get the fuck up, and go see the nurse to help you with that broken nose. Lie to her if you have to, since I know you’re too cowardly to admit you got your ass whooped by a girl.” You grinned devilishly at him before stepping away from him so his friends could help him off the floor.

“You’re fucking crazy.” One of them said as they dragged Jason away and toward the cafeteria doors.

“Yeah, as if I didn’t already know that!” You shouted back with a harsh laugh. “Imbeciles.”

“You didn’t have to do that, you know.” Your little brother finally spoke up, which earned your gaze and a playful eyeroll.

“Yeah, I did. Because if I didn’t, shit like that would keep up and it would ruin your high school experience. You would dread it completely and I want you to enjoy it.”

“You really think snide comments about my glasses are gonna ruin my high school experience? Honestly I think I look totally cool with them! And no one can tell me otherwise.” He shrugged his shoulders with a smile as he looked up at you, which earned an even bigger smile from you in return.

“That’s my boy.” You murmured with adoration, proud of your baby brother for being able to overlook the bullying. You went in for a big hug, earning lots of "awwwws" from around the cafeteria, not only because of the hug alone but because of the sweet moment they happened to witness between a big sister and the little brother she was not afraid to defend. You pulled back then, looking around the room with raised eyebrows. “Why are y’all still even listening? Shouldn’t you be eating?”

Everyone went right back to what they were doing before you showed up to kick the King of Hawkins High’s ass, not wanting to upset you all over again with their eavesdropping on the moment even though you were more amused than mad. Honestly, everyone there had a newfound respect for you and your brother and it was for sure not going to be kept a secret that you knocked Jason Carver on his ass with three punches. Word was gonna spread.

“Not gonna lie, Sweetheart. That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

You turned to look over at none other than Eddie Munson himself, who along with the Hellfire Club had been so lucky enough to have a front row seat to the entire ordeal with Jason. A small smirk spread across your features as you met his gaze and you gave your brother a quick pat of affection on the shoulder before walking toward Eddie’s table.

You could feel the way your heart started fluttering inside your chest like a rampant butterfly when you neared him, stunned by the sole fact that your biggest crush ever totally enjoyed the way you just took down Jason by yourself. “Yeah, I guess it was pretty hot breaking his nose.” You shrugged with a soft laugh, stopping just by where he was sitting and giving your bottom lip a small nibble.

“Not only that, but the way you stood up for your little brother in front of the entire lunchroom without hesitation, no matter the consequences? And then threatening to break Jason’s limbs so he can never again play basketball if he ever comes near your brother again? Damn, Princess, that’s got blood rushing south in ways I’ve never experienced before.” Eddie stared up at you with pupils so wide that if your knuckles weren’t throbbing from punching Jason, you would have thought this was nothing but a sweet dream.

You couldn’t help it. You let your eyes wander down toward his lap where you could definitely see the clearly visible erection straining against his jeans. Immediately your mouth watered and you found yourself glancing around the room to see if any eyes were on you before looking back down at him, not paying any mind to the rest of the Hellfire Club that was glancing between the two of you as though they were watching a heated political debate.

“I can fix that.” You blurted out, only then turning your attention to the other Hellfire Club members when Mike started choking on his lunch at your response. You looked back at Eddie, giving your bottom lip a hard bite this time as you gave him a look that screamed "let’s get out of here".

“Fuck. Okay. Hell yeah.”

Immediately Eddie was on his feet, ignoring Mike’s question of whether you two were actually going to do something on school property as he grabbed you by the wrist to lead you out of the back cafeteria exit doors. He practically dragged you toward the picnic table in the woods where he did his secret drug deals, wanting nothing more than to be inside of you in some way, shape, or form.

Eddie has wanted you for so long, has had his eyes on you for far longer than he dared to admit, but of course his insecurities thanks to the judgmental assholes in Hawkins that painted him to be something he was not got the best of him and he never made an attempt to approach you and make acquaintance, thinking you would look at him like almost everyone else looked at him. If only he knew you both had a lot more in common than he thought.

You giggled at Eddie’s eagerness, waiting until he got to where he was taking you before throwing yourself at him and kissing him with a hunger you’d been holding back for what felt like ages. His groan into your mouth just before he shoved his tongue into your own had you clenching around nothing and now having his tongue nearly down your throat made you need to be clenching around something.

“Eddie.” You moaned into his mouth, your arms slipping around his neck so your fingers could toy with his curls. His hands found purchase on your waist, pushing your ass flush against the edge of the picnic table before he pressed the outline of his cock between your inner thighs, swallowing your loud gasp while his tongue continued to lick into your mouth.

“Yeah, Princess?” He smirked now, pulling back to look down into your own lustblown eyes.

“I don’t fucking care if we get caught and suspended, I need you to fuck me right now.” You whined in your own eagerness, giving a firm tug on the fistful of his hair you intertwined through your fingers. “Needed this for too fucking long, I refuse to let this opportunity go.”

“Jesus fuck, you don’t have to tell me twice.” Eddie groaned in response, leaning in to kiss you hard one more time before dropping his hands to start unbuckling his belt. “You’re gonna have to keep very quiet, Princess. Unless you want to be caught.” He smirked wide at the thought, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans before tugging them down enough to free his aching cock.

Immediately he had you turned around, bending you over the edge of the picnic table and giving your almost exposed ass a hard smack that echoed throughout the wooded area and eliciting a small cry from your lips. He growled, both of his hands grabbing handfuls of your ass cheeks after sliding the hem of your skirt up, his eyes fixated on the completely soaked through thong you wore beneath your skirt.

“Perfect day to wear a skirt, Sweetheart.” He mused with another smirk, to which you turned your head to look back at him with a smirk of your own while pushing yourself against his cock to feel the press of him against your clothed folds.

“Mmmm agreed, Eddie... Think Jason got a nice view up my skirt after I knocked him on his ass earlier?” You knew this would rile Eddie up, it’s exactly why you asked it, because you needed him to absolutely wreck you. And judging by the growl he let out after you said it, you knew he was going to do just that.

“If he did, then he’ll never get to see it ever again.” The slap he laid to your ass this time was a lot harsher, pulling a loud yelp from your mouth as you gripped at the sides of the picnic table, his fingers gripping the waistband of your thong and yanking it down til it was halfway past your knees..

“No? And why is that, Eddie Munson?” You inquired with a softer smirk, watching as his dark eyes grew closer and closer until his face was mere inches from your own. Just looking into those lustfilled orbs this close had you throbbing with pure need.

“Why because you’re mine now, Babydoll. And Jason will never have the likes of seeing what belongs to me.” He glided the length of his cock through your folds then, gathering up as much of your slick that he could before prodding the angry red tip at your entrance and filling you in one foul swoop.

“Oh God.” You gasped out, deep moan leaving your throat at the sheer size your spongy walls were being stretched out to, at how full you felt with Eddie’s cock stuffed all the way inside you.

“Eddie, actually. But if my dick makes you think otherwise, then you can call me God all you want.” He teased with a wide smirk, loving the way your eyes rolled back as he gave his hips a few small rocks into you. “Yeah you like that? Y’feel how deep I am in there? Can feel me in your guts, can’t ya?”

“EEEEEEEEEEddie.” You whined as you tossed your head back against his shoulder, the combination of his massive length ready to take you to pound town and the filthy words leaving his mouth sending even more arousal straight through you. “Please.”

“Please what, Princess? Gonna need you to be more specific.” He mused, one hand keeping a hold on your waist while the other slipped around you to wrap around your throat, giving a firm squeeze to elicit more moans from you. He knew exactly what you wanted, just wanted to torture you a little bit for bringing up the idea that Jason could have seen up your skirt earlier.

“Fuck me, Eddie, please! Need you to move so fucking bad, please!” You gave a mind numbing squeeze around him, begging both verbally and physically for him to finally just give the both of you what you’d been wanting for a long while. “M’all yours, Eddie, please fuck me!”

That was all Eddie needed to hear before starting to rock back and forth into your sopping wet cunt with a speed you’d never known before, earning choked cries from your throat as he kept his grip around it. “You sound so fucking pretty when you cry out for me like that. Feels good, huh Princess? The way I fit so perfectly inside your desperate lil pussy?”

“Mmmm yeah, Eddie! S’fucking good!” You mewled in response, your own hands still gripping hard at the edges of the picnic table as your hips painfully pressed into it with his every rapid thrust. You knew there’d be an indent in your lower tummy after this, but a big part of you didn’t give a shit because Eddie Munson was the one bending you over and fucking the table’s imprint into you.

“Yeah?” He grinned, moving his lips to your ear where he left a featherlight kiss to your earlobe, sending shivers right up your spine. “You’re such a good girl for me... Taking me so well.” He murmured with a hot breath, removing his hand from around your throat and dropping it down to slip it beneath your shirt, shoving your bra up over your tits with ease so he could start palming at your left breast.

“Fuck...yeah, m’your good girl Eddie. S’fucking good for you.” You moaned freely now that his hand was no longer muffling your sounds, keeping your volume on the low side but still loud enough for Eddie’s own pleasure. “Please don’t stop! Don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop!”

“Jesus Christ.” Eddie groaned deeply at your wailed pleas, keeping the pace of his thrusts just how they were so he could continue hearing those beautiful sounds of pleasure leaving your mouth. His fingers on your breast pinched and pulled at your nipple a few times, rolling the hardened bud between his thumb and forefinger with a pleased smirk when his actions had you mewling and giving a particularly hard squeeze around him. “You like when I play with your tits, pretty girl? Bet my warm hand and rings feel real good cupping your tit, huh?”

You groaned girlishly as he returned the palm of his hand to your breast again to cup it hard, giving a nice firm squeeze that sent you almost toppling over the edge. “I’m gonna fucking cum! Oh God Eddie, I’m gonna--” Your words were cut off by a squeal when Eddie brought his hand on your waist around in search of your clit, giving several hard rubs with his thumb to the untouched bundle of nerves and triggering your orgasm on the spot.

He groaned deeply in your ear when he felt you clench and cum around him, none of his ministrations stopping while he fucked you through your high. His own orgasm was nearing and he could feel it by the way his cock twitched and throbbed even more. “S’close, Princess. Can I fill you? Take claim over what’s mine?”

“Yes!” You sobbed out in painful pleasure, the overstimulation making it near impossible to hold yourself up anymore. Eddie must have sensed it from the way you started going limp because his arms were wrapped around you in mere seconds, pulling you flush against his chest while he chased his own orgasm.

It took only a few pounding thrusts against your cervix to find his release, gutturaly growling out your name as he painted your insides with his warm, sticky seed. Your resulting lewd moan had his cock twitching even more, dipping his head to start nip and sucking along the side of your throat. “Fuck me, why didn’t I shoot my shot sooner?”

“Why couldn’t I have kicked Jason Carver’s ass in front of you sooner?” You laughed shakily, giving your head a tilt to the side to grant him more access to your throat. “Because come on, Eddie, we both know my defending of my brother didn’t get you that hard. You just really enjoyed watching Jason get his ass whooped and threatened by a girl.”

Eddie pulled back from your freshly hickey littered neck with a huff of a laugh, his hands going right back up to your breasts to keep you pressed into him while he kept his softening length buried inside you. “You got me there, Princess. It was just so hot seeing and hearing the way his nose cracked under the force of your knuckles. Prick’s never gonna live it down, no one that witnessed it is ever gonna let him live it down.”

“No more peace for Jason Carver.” You giggled, turning your head a bit so you could look up into his now much more brown eyes. They were absolutely beautiful to you and you really hoped that Eddie really meant it when he said that you’re his because you wanted more than anything to look into those eyes of his every day. “So like, are we a couple now?”

“Now and forever, Babycakes.” He grinned, leaning down to capture your lips for a gentle kiss, little bit of tongue here and there but more passion filled than anything. “You wanna blow this joint to go smoke a joint by Lovers Lake?”

“I would love nothing more, Eddiebear.”

Eddiebear. He could get used to that, and you’ll never get enough of calling him it. You came up with that pet name long before now because although he may have looked dangerous to others, you knew he was nothing but a teddy bear on the inside.

You saw right through the metalhead look simply by the way he adored and protected the few freshman in Hellfire Club that he adopted at the beginning of the school year and a big part of you hoped he would take your little brother under his wing too, now that you were officially dating and you wanted them to be close.

You didn’t even have to ask Eddie, though. He invited your brother into the Hellfire Club the next day at lunch and from that point forward they were almost as inseparable as you and Eddie were. Not only that, but now your brother had new friends that he had the time of his life learning and playing D&D with and you couldn’t have been more happy for him.

With Eddie in your lives, you knew everything was going to be perfect. And it was.

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