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Favorite Moments:

"His seed could make its way inside you and you wouldn’t even know…"

"You always get the biggest loads out of him. He wishes you knew that, maybe you’d be flattered."

"If Steve wants his dirty picture back, he’s going to have to claw it from Eddie’s cold, dead hands."

"Steve gropes the fat of your ass, squeezing and kneading it with a level of brutish incoordination that makes Eddie wonder if you’ve ever truly been satisfied by him."

Ghost is amazing, go give them some love. ‼️💕

perv! eddie who knows your steves girlfriend but that doesnt stop him from attending the harrington pool party, going into steves room to grab your used panties and hold them to his face while he watches you in your bikini through the upstairs window.

Steve's Girl

Perv!Eddie Munson x Reader, Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: It’s unfair. It’s simply unfair that Eddie has to exist in your presence while you’re not his—while you’re Steve’s. It’s especially unfair when you’re wearing next to nothing, and consistently on the verge of a wardrobe malfunction with the way your boyfriend can’t keep his hands off you.

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: 18+ MDNI!!! perv!Eddie this, perv!Eddie that, but now get ready for: gross!perv!Eddie, masturbation, cumming in pants, panty sniffing, panty licking, Eddie’s a little gross fr, drinking, alexa play Jessie's Girl by Rick Springfield, yearning, Eddie being a peeping tom, every body is a bikini body, reader is described to have breasts that have a little jiggle to em and spill out to the sides when chest down, Eddie’s pretty delusional ngl, allusions to sex, lmk if I missed anything!

A/N: Anon, you awakened something with this idea, so give yourself a pat on the back. Also, I took some creative liberties, of course. Can’t believe this fic already has 1k+ notes. The people yearn for perv!Eddie, I guess. Luckily, I come bearing gifts. Also also, in that post, I said I couldn’t write more than a blurb for all the perv!Eddie requests, but here we are. Mind you, this is the second one I’ve written. If I keep writing those requests like actual fics, we’re gonna be chewing on perv!Eddie for a while. Go read Entropy!!! I worked very hard on it.

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Eddie couldn’t take it anymore—especially after the last time Steve tossed you into the water, your screaming, flailing body nearly flashing everyone when your bikini top came undone upon your violent landing. You breached the surface, sputtering coughs, your hair slicked back from the weight of the water. One hand clutched the strings on your chest, haphazardly holding the little triangles in place as you struggled to maintain your modesty, splashing your boyfriend in punishment.

“Steve! Stop!”

Your whining drawl sent shockwaves through Eddie’s body. You weren’t mewling his name, but just hearing the tone you’d probably use nearly sent him into cardiac arrest. Not to mention the way you weren’t doing a very good job of hiding your breasts as they spilled out of the top. From his perch in the shallow end, he could tell they were supple—and he’d die to feel the weight of them in his hands.

So he had to leave. Of course he had to leave.

There’s no hiding an erection in the thin material that makes up his swim trunks. Even if he did what he usually does when you’re around and tucked it up into his waistband, the imprint would still show. Plus, with his lack of a shirt, the thick, ruddy tip would be peeking out.

He’d be mortified if somebody saw how hard he was, but it’d be even more embarrassing if they saw how leaky his cock was. For Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington’s girlfriend, of all people.

Eddie already felt like he was on thin ice just being Steve’s friend, considering how popular the guy once was in high school—and how painfully unpopular Eddie had been. It’s a miracle they even became friends, but Dustin Henderson has an uncanny ability of bringing strangers together. However, if the guy knew how much Eddie’s been perving on his girlfriend, it’d be over for him

So, without any flimsy excuses, he slips out of the pool, quietly sneaking away as you and Nancy giggle at the childish splash fight between Jonathan and Steve. Swiping a colorful beach towel from the top of the pile on the nearest sun-lounger, Eddie hurries inside, carefully sliding the glass door shut behind him.

A shiver runs down his spine at the sudden shift in temperature—from the sweltering summer heat to the chilling blast of A/C in Steve’s giant home. Waddling away from the door, the towel wrapped tightly around his hips, he peeks into the kitchen, noting the mess of red Solo cups and pizza boxes left behind from earlier.

A shriek pulls his attention to the window over the kitchen sink. Entranced, Eddie stops to watch as you use Nancy’s shoulders to launch yourself upward, your upper body rising out of the water, sunlight dancing across your wet skin. His mouth parts slightly in awe, his vision narrowing to the way the water slides down your body, tracing terrain he’s only ever dreamed of touching.

The close placement of your hands on her slender shoulders, combined with the slight forward lean of your body as you struggle to find balance in the air, pushes your breasts together—nearly spilling out of your flimsy top again. His cock is throbbing, and he can almost feel the precum pulsing out of his tip in a steady rhythm—in perfect tune with your laugh.

Another shout breaks him from his reverie as he realizes you're trying—successfully—to shove the poor girl underwater. An amused huff escapes him as a ghost of a smile pulls at his lips.

You're unlike any woman he's ever met. Ever since Steve introduced you to him—claiming you as his girlfriend right away, almost as if afraid your alluring charm might infect another man—Eddie's been enamored. He’s been infected. Everything you do is like watching a fallen angel walk among men, pretending to be just another girl.

Glancing from your attempted-drowning-turned-water-fight to the other guys, Eddie notices Steve pulling himself out of the pool. The glass door doesn’t muffle much sound, so the last thing he hears before fleeing upstairs is your idle exchange with Steve as the man approaches it.

“Will you get me another one, too? Also, where the hell did Eddie go?”

“He’s probably in the bathroom or something. And, yeah, gimme your koozie.”

Taking the carpeted stairs two at a time, Eddie moves quickly, hoping to avoid being seen by Steve. There’s no way he can go back downstairs until he deals with the situation in his pants. Wishing it away is pointless. If he’s going to spend the day around you, it’s bound to come back—again and again—until he does something to relieve the tension.

Slipping into the first room he finds, he realizes very quickly it’s Steve’s bedroom. There’s gnarly-looking wallpaper, a poster of a mysterious hot woman, some random sports medals, and polaroids of you on the mirror attached to the dresser. Gently closing the door behind him, Eddie unwraps the towel from his body. About to chuck it into the laundry basket in the closet, he stops when he notices a pair of women’s panties on the top of the nearly-full basket.

His eyes don’t stray from their target as he alters his original course, tossing the wet towel onto Steve’s neatly made bed instead. The quiet thump of the soaked fabric goes unnoticed as he shuffles closer to the hamper, utterly enthralled—like he’s been enchanted by the mere possibility of catching your scent, your essence.

With a reverence akin to that of a holy man cradling a sacred relic, he gently picks up the panties, noting the faint, dried white-ish stain on the gusset. His cautious gaze flicks toward the closed bedroom door, ears straining for any sound from downstairs—any hint of a distraction. Only once he hears Steve’s muffled voice calling your name and the slam of the glass door sliding shut does he exhale, relief softening his shoulders.

Slowly, Eddie brings the underwear to his face, shoving his nose against the stiff fabric of the crotch. His eyes roll back as he takes a big whiff, knees almost buckling at the heady scent. A strained groan tumbles past his lips; his cock jumps in his thin swim shorts, almost in recognition—like it knows your scent, like it’s had the pleasure of being this close to you before.

Holding the panties to his face, Eddie’s parted mouth softly brushes against the hardened discharge. The feel of you on his lips has him sucking in a stuttering breath, his cock flexing and leaking another dribble of precum.

Addicted to the texture and musky smell, he bobs his head against the gusset, repeatedly running his lips over the stain. An idea pops into his mind, and not a single part of him tries to stop what he does next.

Tentatively, Eddie lets his tongue slip past his parted lips, giving a small lick to the stain.

“Oh, god. Oh, f–fuck,” he groans, his voice stuttering.

His abdomen contracts as he feels his cock jumping in his shorts. Warmth spreads through his body and it feels like all his cum is rushing right up to the tip, desperate to be released. One more lick—more certain and needy this time—sends him over the edge. Eddie shoves your underwear harder into his face, like he could live in your scent, like you’d become real in front of him—your legs spread as he devours your soaked cunt, reveling in your mewling moans, the tone the same as he heard earlier.

A muffled whine escapes his throat as his hips jerk with need, aching to be inside what he can only imagine feels like heaven—after all, you are an angel. Every nerve in his body goes up in flames, the clenching in his abdomen feels like a ball of fire tumbling around. Whimpers leave his breathy lips as his length jerks violently, unhappily constrained in his shorts, with very little relief. But the lack of stimulation doesn’t stop his orgasm—he has your intoxicating scent to thank for that.

Ropes of cum shoot out of his throbbing tip, joining the chlorine in soaking his shorts. Unable to stop himself, Eddie continues to rub his nose and mouth against your dirty underwear, relishing the closeness he feels to you.

The ecstasy doesn’t last long, though. As quick as it came, his orgasm fizzles out after a few strong aftershocks that leave him shivering. Another stuttering breath escapes his lips as he tries to control his breathing.

Once he’s fully come down, he pulls the underwear away from his face, already missing your scent. His softening cock twitches in his wet shorts, covered in cum. The sensation isn’t as uncomfortable as orgasming in dry clothing—Eddie would know, you’ve been plaguing him for a while. Before you, he had never experienced the humiliating euphoria of cumming in his underwear. But now, well, it’s almost a weekly occurrence. So he’s not fazed by the sticky situation.

Suddenly, Eddie remembers the polaroids of you stuck to the mirror. He meant to go look at those after disposing of his towel, but then he got distracted by the one thing that has made him feel the most delusionally close to you since he bought the same perfume you use.

Shoving the panties into his pocket, he hopes the chlorine smell doesn’t overpower your natural scent—he needs it like he needs air. He picks up the towel, throwing it into the basket before turning toward the mirror.

When he sees the photos of your beautiful face, it feels like his heart has grown wings, fluttering throughout his chest. Some of them have Steve in them, but he doesn’t even notice—he only sees you.

One polaroid shows you in a bikini similar to the one that caused him to flee the party, and the sight makes his cock twitch again. He can feel warmth blooming low in his gut as he takes in the other photos. Some of them are posed, others candid, but all of them capture your effervescent smile. Eddie’s convinced the shine of your grin could solar power all of New York City. He knows it.

He hovers there for a bit, just admiring your face, your body—the laugh he can almost hear through the pictures. Without thinking, he palms himself, ignoring the slight squish caused by his earlier actions. He can’t help himself, you ignite something salacious and uncontrolled inside him—something insatiable.

A nagging, logical voice stops him, though. He can’t do this again. He already doesn’t know what he’s going to do about his soiled swim trunks—he can’t just go back into the pool after this. He’s gross, but he’s not that gross. Although, the thought of you practically bathing in his cum does cause the blood from his brain to rush south. His seed could make its way inside you and you wouldn’t even know…

But he won’t. He can’t. So he forces his hand off his aching, nearly fully hard length. If he can’t touch himself, he can’t keep looking at these photos of you—they’re certainly not helping him develop any self-control. Maybe he could swipe them for later? No, he can’t do that. That would surely bring about suspicion, especially if Steve finds out Eddie was in his room.

Refraining from stealing the photos, he moves on to poking through his friend’s belongings, hoping the distraction will calm him down. Next to the dresser is a bedside table, and Eddie is nothing if not nosy, so he opens the top drawer.

What he finds makes him let out a huff of laughter—classic Steve. Inside, there’s a half-used bottle of lotion suspiciously placed next to a nudie magazine. Eddie lets out an appreciative hum when he notes how eerily similar the model's facial features are to yours. Been there, he thinks.

Picking up the magazine, he flips through it. His movements are halted, however, when something falls out from between the well-loved pages. Dropping the magazine back into the open drawer, Eddie crouches down to pick up what had fallen. Shock floods his system when he realizes it’s another polaroid of you. But not just any polaroid. This one was hidden for good reason.

All the photos of you made his heart skip beats, but it’s this last one that stops his heart altogether. Choking on his breath, Eddie’s fully hard again in a matter of seconds. His shaking hand holds the photo close to his face, brows pinched in concentration as he observes every single detail—searing the image of you into his brain.

There you are, in all your naked glory—well, at least the top half of your naked glory—leaning back on your elbows, gazing right into the lens of the camera, a hypnotic, wicked smirk on your face.

It’s not just the sight of your bare breasts that have Eddie’s abdomen twitching, length pulsing with need—though, that is a huge part of it. He’s been dreaming of what you might look like naked for as long as he’s known you—part of him wonders if he’s been thinking about it even before you came barreling into his life with your saccharine voice and twinkling eyes.

But it’s what’s on you that makes his brain short-circuit.

Upon closer inspection, Eddie can very clearly make out a white-ish liquid spread over you in thin, uneven streaks.

“Oh, f-fuck me… Oh my god,” he groans, palming his painfully erect cock as it stands at attention in his flimsy swim shorts.

He can’t stop shaking his head as he stares at the photo, in utter disbelief at the massive find. Certain this is what discovering the Holy Grail or the Fountain of Youth would feel like, he wants to run a victory lap in celebration.

His swollen tip leaks some more as he continues to admire the photo. You’re the only thing in frame, your breasts covered in the alluring substance, allowing for maximum delusion. Eddie can vividly imagine it’s his spend covering you, claiming you, marking you as his. But it’s not just that. It’s not just your breasts.

It’s your face too. Jerking forward, he almost loses it at the realization that you have cum all over your face. That, paired with the sultry look in your eyes, causes him to hurriedly shove his shorts beneath his stiff cock, freeing him to touch himself to your visage.

Wrapping his large hand around his girthy length, he marvels at the way you always get him rock-hard. Already sensitive from his last orgasm, his hips snap at the sudden stimulation. Throwing his head back, Eddie closes his eyes as he imagines it’s your hand gripping him so tightly. Thankfully, he’s stared at the polaroid long enough that the image now blazes against the backs of his eyelids.

“F–Fuck, oh, shit, sweetheart.”

He opens his eyes and returns his focus to the photo, drawn again to your gaze as he drags his hand up and down his length. Precum is oozing out of his tip in a steady stream, but it’s not enough lubricant. He needs to feel like he’s inside you. He needs to imagine fucking your soaked cunt while he stares lovingly into your eyes.

Reaching down with his cum soaked hand, Eddie pumps some of Steve’s lotion into his palm. Closing his fingers around the chilled glob, he attempts to warm it up. But Eddie’s feeling impatient, so he hurriedly grips himself again, hissing at the slight shiver the difference in temperature causes.

In no time, thanks to his rapidly stroking fist, the makeshift-lube warms up, allowing him to live in the hypnotic delusion that it’s your slick, greedy walls sliding around him. Panting hoarse breaths in between needy whimpers, he fucks his hand with unbridled enthusiasm.

A professional masturbator at this point, Eddie makes sure to give himself pulsing squeezes, imitating what he knows your pussy would feel like. The way you’d suck him in, strangling his cock in a vice grip, milking every last drop of cum from his heavy balls.

His violent thrusts causes a lewd schlick schlick schlick sound to carry throughout the room, bouncing from wall-to-wall. Almost at his peak, Eddie’s hips stutter, his rhythm dropping to languid strokes when he hears it. It takes him a moment to realize he’s not imagining it.

“Unh, unh, mmm. Unh, ugh!”

Fuck.

That sounds exactly like…

His ears perk up as he looks toward the only window in Steve’s room. He’s not close enough to see out, but when the intoxicating melody floats up once again, permeating the glass and making sweet love to his ears, he shuffles over, needing to know if it’s really what he hears.

And it is.

Below the window, Eddie can see the entire pool—and inside it, you.

The grunting, whining, and moaning are all coming from you as you sit atop Steve’s shoulders, his large hands pressing into your soft thighs, pinning you in place. The shrieks Eddie is actively tuning out are coming from Nancy, perched on Jonathan’s shoulders with the same firm grip securing her in the air. The two pairs are in the water, about five feet apart, shuffling back and forth as you and Nancy cling to each other’s forearms, each trying to knock the other down into the water.

Eddie’s jaw is agape as he watches you go from laughing one second to moaning in exertion the next. Who knew an innocent game of chicken fight could elicit such obscene noises from you?

He’s not upset by the noise or the distraction. In fact, this is really working for him. You sound exactly how he always imagined you’d sound—maybe a little more shrill with all the near-screaming, but he’s sure he could make you hit that pitch as well.

Leaning a shoulder against the wall, Eddie faces the window, watching the way your breasts jiggle in your string bikini. Taking himself in another firm grip, he starts a slow, deliberate pace, almost entranced by your messy movements and the borderline pornographic sounds emanating from your sinful lips.

His breath catches in his throat as he swipes his thumb over his sensitive tip, whining at the way he wishes he could shoot his load deep inside of you. The sight of your bare thighs spread—regardless of the fact that it’s around Steve’s neck—has his hips jerking forward, thrusting haphazardly into his warm, slick palm. If he could get you to spread your thighs like that for him, he’d certainly make it worth your while. You’d be so full and satisfied, he’d make sure of it.

The things he’d do to you, if he only had the chance…

His thoughts, your sounds, the photo in his hand—they all add up to the most mind-numbing, all-consuming orgasm he’s ever had. He thought he peaked at your panties, but this is different. Seeing you in the type of position he only ever dreamed of sends him over the edge, imaging himself covering you in his hot load.

Eddie’s actions match his fantasy as he thinks about how he’d furiously fuck his fist, hovering over you, his balls pulling taut to his body, in perfect position to cum all over your face and chest—just like his new favorite photo of you. Unfortunately, he’s too absorbed in his movements, trapped in a lustful staring contest with your image, to notice the shouting from outside has ceased, the water now calm in its emptiness.

One more firm tug at his stiff cock has him spilling all over his hand, the polaroid, and the windowsill. Hot, thick ropes of his spend shoot out, landing with the same disordered grace as the photo, fueling his already perverted delusions.

After a few languid strokes, drawing out every last straggling spurt, Eddie sucks in a stuttering breath, releasing it in a low, pleasured groan. His shoulders sag with relief—he needed this. He needed to find this photo, he needed to hear your moans, he needed to sniff your panties, and he needed to touch himself to all of those things.

He’s not even shocked at how much cum there is—you always get the biggest loads out of him. He wishes you knew that, maybe you’d be flattered.

As waves of aftershocks send him shuddering, he glances down at the window, only now realizing the consequences of his actions.

Fuck, he needs to clean this up.

About to set the polaroid down, he takes one more peek. The sight before him makes his softening cock twitch. The photo is covered in his cum—you’re covered in his cum. It’s almost like that really is his massive load in the picture…

Shit, that’s going to haunt his wet dreams for months to come.

Not quite ready to part with his new favorite find—he knows it’s insane, but holding it is the closest he’s ever been to holding you—he keeps it in his grasp as he stuffs himself back into his damp swim shorts before moving over to the laundry basket. Picking his discarded beach towel up, he heads back to the window, wiping the cum off the glass and the wooden sil.

He’s about to toss the towel into the laundry again when the bedroom door suddenly slams open, laughter filtering into the room. Eddie’s head snaps up in shock, wide eyes watching as Steve stumbles in, clearly tipsy, with you close behind. Scrambling to hide any evidence of his endeavors, he shoves the soiled photograph into his pocket—right alongside your used panties.

Thankful his shorts are still damp, covering up any possible stains from earlier, he freezes in place, waiting to be seen. Not that he thinks Steve’s eagle-eyed enough to notice, but he tries to discreetly hide the cum-covered towel behind his figure.

Despite the fear thrumming through his veins, Eddie’s heart flutters at the sound of your drunken giggles. A smile nearly pulls at his lips as he watches you grab for your boyfriend, trying to steady your wobbly legs. You’re always so clingy when you’re inebriated—he wishes you’d cling to him instead.

Your unsteady movements seem to be too much for your bikini to handle; your breasts bounce and jiggle without proper support. He has to force his gaze away from your chest when Steve lets out a questioning sound, finally noticing him hovering by the bedroom window.

“Eddie? What the hell are you doing in here? Jon and Nance already left.”

Eddie gulps as he watches Steve lazily glance around his room, probably trying to see if anything is out of place. The stolen panties and photo burn a hole in his pocket, but he refuses to give himself away. If Steve wants his dirty picture back, he’s going to have to claw it from Eddie’s cold, dead hands.

He struggles to come up with a believable lie, then remembers how you and Steve have been pounding drinks all day under the hot sun, barely touching water. Even if the way you both fumbled into the room didn’t give it away, he’d still logically assume you were at least a little impaired. The thought lets some of the tension ease out of his body. He doesn’t need a foolproof excuse—not with the fool doing the interrogating.

“Uh…I got lost,” he shrugs, wide brown eyes flitting between your half-naked body and Steve’s glazed-over look.

Letting out a grunt of acknowledgment, Steve reaches behind him and grabs a handful of your ass, pushing you in front of him. A shrieking giggle escapes your lips as you let your boyfriend shove you chest-down onto the bed.

Too distracted by the way your swim bottoms have wedged up between your bare cheeks, Steve barely gives Eddie a second look. “Well, get lost, man. We need to change.”

Unable to move from his spot by the window, jealousy burns through Eddie’s chest, flames licking up every limb, turning the festering feeling into molten, toxic sludge in his veins. Judging by his friend’s ravenous, dark gaze, he doubts any more clothing will be put on. His eye twitches as he watches Steve grope the fat of your ass, squeezing and kneading it with a level of brutish incoordination that makes Eddie wonder if you’ve ever truly been satisfied by him.

Watching as wandering hands spread across your writhing body, a nauseating realization dawns on him: Steve might be so drunk that he’s forgotten his friend is still in the room. Based on what Eddie knows about the guy, he doesn’t think Steve is the type to fuck his girlfriend with an audience.

And as much as he’d like to watch you in the throes of passion, what he really craves is to be the one making you feel good. So Eddie hurries to the closet, tossing his towel into the hamper, desperate to escape this nightmare. The giggles he loves so dearly now serve as the cruel soundtrack to his unraveling mind—a chilling reminder that you’re not his, like ice water snapping him back to reality.

“Yeah, sorry. My bad, s–sorry.”

Eddie tries to steal one last longing glance at you, but he's shocked back into looking away when he accidentally meets your hazy eyes. His spent cock twitches in his shorts as he recognizes that look—it’s the same one from the cum-covered photograph in his pocket. And you’re using it on him.

You’re leering at him with the most fucked-out look in your twinkling irises—and he’s having trouble breathing now. Eddie’s legs should be moving—should be carrying him far from this moment—but your piercing gaze roots him to the floor.

Steve is preoccupied as he leans over you, one knee on the bed, fumbling with the strings on your back, trying to untie your top. He may be drunk, but his fingers are still deft, making quick work of the knot.

Eddie swallows hard as he watches the thin triangles—barely clinging to your modesty all day—finally come down. You’re still lying on the bed, so all he can really see is the soft swell of your cleavage, spilling to the sides. Time feels like it’s moving at a snail’s pace, but it’s probably only been a second or two since his apology.

There’s something about the way you look at him that makes time grind to a halt; he feels vulnerable, exposed—see-through like cellophane. Steve’s dismissal, his complete disregard for Eddie’s presence, makes him feel invisible. But then there’s you, shining a blaring spotlight on his pale face, pulling him into focus—not just for the world, but for you. Under your microscopic stare, Eddie feels alive. He feels seen.

Better than that, you're practically ignoring your boyfriend, choosing instead to hold Eddie in your hypnotic gaze. Steve has moved on to leaving trailing wet kisses on your back and neck, but you never break your staring contest with him. His knees nearly buckle when your teeth catch your bottom lip, then slowly let it slide free—a momentary lapse in reality, as you look at him with something wild and unreadable in your eyes.

In a fraction of a second, you free him from his standstill—chopping him down at the base, severing the roots he’s unknowingly sprouted into Steve Harrington’s floor—all with one small, crooning phrase.

“Bye, Eddie.”

Your saccharine voice and lilting tone trick his mind into hearing teasing desire, stirring his cock back to life. Eddie takes one last look, memorizing your debauched form. Voice as sweet as sugar, gaze as wicked as sin—you’re giving him so much material to touch himself to. He feels like he should send you a fruit basket for all that you’ve done for him today.

Giving you a hesitant nod, he forces himself out of the room, but not without bidding you a proper goodbye first. “See you, sweetheart.”

A/N: Chat, how did we feel about this? Fr?

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dangerousnbeautiful · 2 months ago

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Darcy's Masterlist

Marvel:

Alexei Shostakov: I Still Love Him (Dark-Professor!Alexei x OC!Sekretnyy Dragoste)

Part One, Part Two, and Part Three

Stranger Things:

Billy Hargrove: Perfect Imperfections (Billy x Oc!Charlese Sinclair)

Eddie Munson: Breakdown (Eddie x OC!Vanessa Henderson)

Jim Hopper: You're Beautiful (Hopper x Plus-Sized/Female!Reader)

Steve Harrington: Finish What You Started (Steve x OC!Samantha Mayfield)

Steddie: Unspoken Promises (Dark!Steddie x NB!Reader)

Alphabet Boys: Multifandom

Stranger Things –

Billy Hargrove: NSFW

Eddie Munson: SFW and NSFW

#darcy writes #darcy talks #darcys masterlist

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dangerousnbeautiful · 2 months ago

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I'm not horny... you are 🥴🫠

warnings: public sex, mean dom eddie (my beloved), unprotected piv sex

something something about eddie copying and mocking your moans during sex…

the first time it happens you’ve promised to be quiet, but the way he’s rutting into you from behind has the noises pouring out of you at a rate you just can’t stop.

and normally eddie wouldn’t mind, he loves hearing you.

but in this case you really can’t be caught in this position, with your upper half bent over the hellfire table. so his hand is quick to cover your mouth when he pulls you up flush against his chest.

“just can’t keep that pretty mouth of yours shut can you, sweet thing?”

his teeth nip at your ear, the first of many mocking moans tumbling past his lips. while it’s hard for him to reach your exact pitch, that doesn’t stop him from trying.

and your body responds by squeezing his cock tighter, the mocking edge of his voice turning you on more than you ever thought possible. your muffled whimpers vibrate against his palm when he presses it more firmly against your mouth.

“oh, you like that don’t you?” he chuckles darkly, another mocking noise filling your ears. “like it when i’m a little mean to you?”

all you can do is nod dumbly, nails digging into his forearm when he suddenly picks up the pace. this new angle has him hitting all your deepest points, and ultimately defeating the purpose of you being quiet as you practically sob against his hand.

“poor thing… just feels too good, huh, baby?” he tuts softly, his other hand slipping between your thighs to circle over your swollen bud before he lands a harsh slap against it.

another muffled cry of his name leaves your lips, body trembling as your meet your end with a sudden intensity that neither of you are quite expecting. when your back eventually slumps against his chest, he removes his hand from your mouth.

the male carefully tilts your chin up to meet his ever darkening gaze.

“now sweetheart, did i say you could come?”

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dangerousnbeautiful · 2 months ago

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Part two???

It just came out.

Yeah, I know. But... Part two??? 🥺‼️🥴😵‍💫👉🏻👈🏻

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Devil Inside

KindaDark!Eddie Munson x Innocent!Reader

A/N: This is not very dark, more like dark!Eddie lite, I’d say. All he does is a little manipulation; he’s overall very sweet to you. If you want it darker, check this one out.

Smut so good it made the author wet fr, I'm not even kidding lmao. I’m really excited for you guys to read this, but I’m trying to prepare myself for low levels of interaction because I fear the label of ‘dark’ will turn people away—no matter how lite I made this. This is my second favorite fic I wrote in my ovulation haze. The nosferatu inspired smut takes first tho—which will probably be posted next after this one. I’ve literally thought about this idea for three years. The moment I saw Eddie and Jason on screen, I was like, ‘I need to read a fic where Eddie manipulates Jason’s girlfriend into fucking the freak’

Lastly, this was already written like last week, but I’m gonna claim this was inspired by Lady Gaga’s Coachella performance of Disease. Do yourself a favor and look it up—if you’re unafraid of horny gay feelings, that is.

Summary: Jason Carver sent his sweet, innocent girlfriend to pick up his ‘fix’ from the town freak—a big mistake on his part, but a glorious little surprise for Eddie. An even better surprise comes when he finds out you think you have to foot the bill.

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: 18+ MDNI!!!! Smut, cheating (not on Eddie), little bit of dark!Eddie, really Eddie’s just a pervy manipulator who’s kind of in love with you, unprotected anal, slut shaming (the girls of Hawkins—not reader), porn with very little plot, maybe dubcon but you’re fully consenting—you just don’t know Jason already paid, skewed idea of virginity (the classic: butt sex doesn’t count as losing it), virgin!innocent!inexperienced!reader, cream pie in the asssss, Eddie lowkey gets off on your pain but he’s overall very sweet, mentions of drugs and drug dealing, sex in exchange for goods, perv!Eddie, if I missed anything pls lmk

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It wasn’t Eddie’s fault that Jason sent his pretty, innocent little girlfriend to collect his weed for him. And it wasn’t Eddie’s fault that you didn’t know Jason had already paid. Of course, being the sweet angel that you are, when Eddie informed you of the outstanding balance, you fretted over your lack of dollar bills. But Eddie’s a gentleman, he’d never make a lady pay…in cash, that is.

“And you’re sure he won’t find out?”

Eddie watches you fiddle with your fingers, then the hem of your skirt. You’re so worried Jason will somehow find out, but you’d rather risk that than get yelled at for failing to pick up the goods.

“No, of course not, angel,” he assures, tilting his head to catch your concerned gaze—god, he’s so hard.

“A–And it’s not…um…I’ll still be a virgin if we do it…”

A wicked grin spreads across his face—you can’t even say the words; he’s going to have so much fun with you. Jason should’ve never trusted The Freak with his girl.

“In the ass?” he supplies, relishing the little flinch you give at his lewd words. “Yeah, baby. You know…I’m surprised you’ve never heard of it before.”

His light tone eases your worries—this is no big deal, just a…well, a deal.

“All the girls do it ‘cause they wanna stay virtuous for their future husbands,” he waves his hands in the air, mocking the word ‘virtuous.’ Yeah, the girls of Hawkins are pretty virtuous. Taking it up the ass six ways to Sunday—that’ll get God to notice them, all right. “Just like you. You’ll still be all proper and…intact.”

His cock jumps in his pants at the idea that you’ll be any sort of ‘intact’ once he’s done with you. He feels like a predator luring prey into a trap—he’s never been harder.

“O–Okay. As long as…I just wanna give it to…someone I love,” you say shyly, almost embarrassed by the sentiment of saving yourself. You’re not quite sure if Jason is that someone, but he’s enough company for now.

It takes everything in Eddie not to growl at the way you’re like a little lamb—an unblemished fruit, ripe for the taking. Closing the space between you, he peels off his jacket, smirking as your wide eyes follow his every move. Once he lays the material down on the wooden bench of the old picnic table behind you, he gently guides you to kneel on the cushioned spot—your heart swooning at the realization that he wants you to be comfortable. He’s so nice—you really don’t understand why Jason’s always so mean to him.

With a large, warm hand between your shoulder blades, he guides you down to lean onto the table. “Have you ever done anything before, angel?”

Your face heats up at the intrusive question. Despite your current position, the answer feels more revealing. “Um…one time I let Jason touch me, b–but that’s–that’s about it.”

With your attention on the naked trees in front of you and the faintest glimpse of the school in the distance, he reacts the way he needs to—rolling his eyes back, looking to the sky, and thanking every obscure force and deity for the plentiful bounty they've so delicately placed in his grasp. Collecting himself, Eddie probes you for more information while he gently lifts your pleated skirt to rest on your lower back.

“Touch you where?” he asks, before shoving a white knuckle into his mouth, biting as hard as he can when he sees your pretty pink panties—a delicious wet spot right where your gorgeous little hole is, perfectly accentuating your folds.

Eddie doesn’t expect the haphazard motion you make to your breasts against the wood. He really thought Jason ‘The Creep’ Carver would’ve done more than just grope you—like make you suck him off or at least finger bang you underneath the bleachers, as is custom amongst your kind.

“Just there?”

You nod, “Yeah, I didn’t really wanna go any further. He was upset at me for a week after that…”

Your soft voice makes Eddie grit his teeth, clenching his jaw at the idea that you didn’t let your boyfriend of two years go any further than second base, but you’re going to let the town freak blow through all the bases and fuck your ass—this is the best day of his whole fucking life.

“Well, I’m sure he’ll be very happy with you when you bring ‘im his fix. You ready, sweetheart?” His fingers wrap around the elastic waistband of your panties, slowly pulling the soft material down. He has to force himself to remain quiet as the last thing to drop is the fabric stuck to your wet pussy.

You nod, wiggling a bit to readjust on your knees; Eddie bites his lip at the sight, it’s like you’re taunting him. He wishes he could pull your panties off all the way, not just haphazardly shove them down your thighs. With you facing away from him, it would give him the perfect opportunity to bring the thin material to his nose and take a deep whiff. He’s pretty sure that would fix him…or make him worse—he honestly doesn’t care which.

The only sounds in the forest are the crunch of rustling leaves, the clinking of his belt as he undoes his pants, your bated breaths, and the distant chatter of teens meandering to their cars and buses, carried on the wind from the school. If any one of them tries to take a shortcut through the woods on their walk home, they’ll find Jason Carver’s girlfriend with her ass open for Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson—that thought has his stomach jerking with need.

Huffing out a breath, Eddie places both of his ringed hands onto your soft skin, spreading your cheeks to get a good look at what he’s sure will become his favorite place on earth. “Angel?”

You hum in response, ignoring the pitter-patter your heart makes at the nickname—Jason doesn’t really have any endearments for you, so you’re not used to such affection.

“I wanna make sure you feel okay, right?” You nod, urging him to continue. “Well, I need a little…lubricant…and I don’t think my spit is gonna do it.” He could certainly make it work, but he’s playing the long game here.

Eager to help, you softly suggest, “You can use my spit.”

Sighing, he realizes he should’ve known you’d offer that. Right. Changing direction. “Um, that’s very sweet o’you, honey. But…I think I’m gonna need a little more.”

Confused at what else there could be, you try to brainstorm. “Um…I don’t know…”

Eddie glances down at your wet cunt, arousal glistening in the late afternoon sun. He’s practically vibrating with need—he’s so damn close to a place no man has ever explored before and Jesus H. Christ, does he want to be the first.

Trying to restrain himself from shouting the answer or just taking what he needs, he sucks in a calming breath. “What if, um, we use some of the…” he has no clue how to go about this without sounding like this was his plan all along, “wetness, uh, between your…”

Peeking over your shoulder, you let out a noise of surprise. “Oh, uh…if that’s what would work. Um, I t–think that’d be fine. You won’t…go in, will you?”

At your hesitant words, he gives his cock a teasing squeeze, letting out a strained, “No, no, baby. Of course not. I’d never…Only if you wanted me to.” He adds on the last bit knowing it’s a shot in the dark.

“Eddie, you know I can’t. I’m with Jason,” you chide, looking back down to the weathered wood, restless fingers playing with a divot on the surface beneath you.

Worth a shot.

He shakes his head in disbelief, biting his lip; the cognitive dissonance you’re displaying at present is making his cock leak. He knew as soon as he first saw you—you’d be the perfect girl to play with.

“Right! I know, I know,” he hurries, enabling your need to feel virtuous. “So silly of me…”

He practically blows his load all over your ass when you quietly mutter your next words.

“Maybe if I saw you first…”

Fuck.

God, if you saw him first…

The shit he would’ve done to you by now, two years in…

It’d make a whore blush.

Though, he doesn’t feel like he missed out on much. You’re currently in a relationship with Jason, but you’re still bent over a table, your tight ass hole on display for him.

Dragging his mind back to the task at hand, he cautions you, “Now I won’t go inside, but I’m gonna need to go around. S’that okay?”

With another nod, you let out the sweetest string of words he’s ever heard. “I trust you, Eddie.”

Oh, you really shouldn’t, he thinks.

“Perfect, it’ll be just a second,” he mumbles, grasping his stiff cock and guiding it to your slit. He’s not strong enough to stop the beginning of a groan as he feels your wet arousal coat him in warmth. Luckily, he bites back the rest of the noise, not wanting to scare you off.

He’s thankful you can’t see his length because he’s certain that would really scare you off. He can tell how tight your cunt is just by the look of it—you’ve truly never had anything in there before. The fact that you’re letting him rub his bare, leaking cock on your pussy tells him you don’t know a thing about sex, either. All of his precum is mixing with your wetness to make a glorious milky substance and you’re going to go back to your boyfriend pretending to be untouched.

You’re already so wet and getting wetter by the second as he continues to drag his thick length through your fluttering folds. A high-pitched moan escapes your throat when the ridge of his head catches on your clit just right. A rope of precum nearly shoots out of his throbbing slit when you quietly apologize for your noise—god, you’re so fucking sweet.

It’s probably overkill at this point—he’s certainly wet enough to enter your ass, but he’s never been this close to a virgin’s pussy before. If he could just…

Eddie pushes his luck as he glances down, gripping his cock, and guiding the fat head to notch into your hole.

He almost shallowly cums inside of you when your entrance squeezes around his tip, trying to suck him in further. Despite your opening pulsing and luring him in, your voice snaps him out of it.

“Eddie!”

Your worried, shrill tone makes his hips buck unconsciously, sinking another centimeter into you, eliciting a guttural moan from deep within your chest. It takes everything in him to pull away, especially with the pretty sound you just made. Before he does, though, he wraps his index finger and thumb just below the ridge of his cockhead, giving himself a firm squeeze, hoping to leave your sweet cunt with a few drops of precum.

“Sorry, sorry–it got caught,” he lies, “My bad.” His chest is heaving with red-hot desire—he’s 100% going to think about this moment while he fucks his hand later.

“S’okay,” you mutter breathily, trying not to give in to the tingling butterflies his touch leaves behind.

“Gonna do it, now, okay?” His words are almost clinical because he doesn’t have to put on an air of romance for you—you’ve got a boyfriend to do all the fluffing for him.

With your quiet ‘mhm’, he starts to breach the tight ring of your ass. The second his soft tip presses into you, you’re moaning brokenly. You’re so tight, Eddie feels like his cock is being choked.

“Oh, god!” Your strained mewl echoes around the empty air, bouncing from tree-to-tree until it comes right back to Eddie’s ears—like music.

His tongue falls out of his mouth in focus as he spreads your cheeks wider, trying to help you take him. “Shh, shh, sweetheart. Don’t wan’ anybody finding out, do we,” he grits, forcing himself to give it to you slow.

You whine, shaking your head at his words, dropping it against the wooden table as you struggle to breathe through the pain. His mushroom tip is so big, you’re wincing as he mutters praises.

“There you go, angel. Takin’ me so well, I know s’hard. S’gonna be a tight fit.” Punctuating his sentence with a groan, he throws his head back as you yelp, feeling the exact moment his fat cockhead pops into your virgin hole.

“Eddie, Eddie,” you draw out his name in a whine, eliciting a small thrust from his brazen hips.

When he’s met with even more resistance than his initial breach, he tries to calm you down. “Angel, you’re doin’ so well for me, but you gotta relax, baby, you gotta relax.”

“I c–can’t, Eddie, s’too much!” The burn and stretch of his thick cock inside you is making your brain go fuzzy, eyes fluttering as you heave out a dry sob into the splintering wood.

“We can stop whenever you want–”

“No! I wan–I need to have the–the weed, he told me to get it, I need it!”

Thankfully he doesn’t have to manipulate you into staying, you’re already doing it to yourself. Spitting onto his length, he rubs the bubbly liquid in before pushing an inch deeper, swooning at the strangled moan you let out, your panting lips brushing against the old wood. “Okay, okay. We’ll keep going, but only if you want to…”

His cock—less than half-way inside—flexes as you nod messily, forehead scraping against the rough surface of the table. But that pain is the least of your concerns, what with the searing burn of your ass hole. You make the mistake of adjusting yourself on the table, accidentally sending your hips back onto him, taking another inch of his cock.

A pained mewl leaves your lips, “Eddie, it–it hurts!”

In his own little world—relishing his throbbing cock snug in your tight ass—he jerks his hips forward, forcing you to take the rest of him in one go, using the ‘rip the bandaid off’ approach. The broken half-scream that peels from your scratchy throat startles a few birds from the treetops, sending them fluttering away in fright.

“Yeah, baby. It’s supposed to, you’re not used to it yet–fuck–but you will be,” he promises, pulling back half-way and sinking in again.

Soon your pained moans turn into pleasured mewls as your body adjusts to his girth, stretching your unused hole to its limit. “Shit, angel, you feel s’fuckin’ good.”

Eddie’s groans of appreciation make you whine, unconsciously rolling your ass back against his pistoning hips. “Ed–Eddie, oh, god!”

His eyes roll in ecstasy, just picturing the way your dripping hole is clenching around nothing right now, needing to be stuffed. Maintaining a bruising grip on the junction of your hips, he fucks into you, hard. The strong force shoves you up the wooden table in time with his thrusts—your face dragging against the rough surface. He doesn’t let you go far, though, repeatedly yanking your ass back to meet his upper thighs causing a lewd slapping sound that surely gives you away—along with your barely contained moans.

“Fuck, you gotta be quiet. Gotta be quiet, baby, somebody’ll hear,” he grunts, as if he truly gives a shit whether he’s found out. He’d fuck you in front of the whole school if you’d let him.

Another mewling whine from you has his hips faltering in their rhythm. A few particularly hard thrusts cause you to stutter over your strained pleas, the words clawing their way out of your mouth in tune with the barreling of his cock. “B-But it feels, unh, s–s–s–so g–good.”

Your pitiful admission makes Eddie’s balls pull taut to his body, a sure sign that he’s not going to last another second. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, shit, baby! Fuck, I’m cumming, oh, god–m’cumming!”

Relishing the flex of his cock as it twitches inside you, you whimper at his words—you’ve never heard a boy sound so anguished. For some reason, the sound makes your pussy ache, you wish you could clench your thighs.

Once Eddie finds his breath, he starts pulling out of you, eliciting a pathetic sounding whine from your panting lips. Before he fully leaves your sweet little hole, he makes sure to give himself another firm squeeze and a small tug—just to leave you with every last drop of his cum. He watches his milky seed ooze from your gaping ass, heaving out a content sigh before shoving himself back into his jeans. “Oh, fuck, angel…You really earned that weed for your boy, honey.”

The praise makes you preen, letting out the cutest whimper Eddie’s ever heard. He starts shimmying your panties up your thighs, hesitating, he takes a mental picture of the way your hole pushes out some of his spend as you clear your throat. Securing the thin material over your modesty, he slides a ringed hand between your cheeks, pressing the fabric into his cum, wedging it up your ass.

You jolt at his touch, taking the unsanctioned touch as a simple tease from your new friend. “Eddie,” you giggle, straightening up, and messily climbing off the table.

Your knees are still sore, despite his earnest attempt to bring you comfort by laying his jacket out for you. Once you stand up straight, skirt falling back down, you also realize how stiff your legs are—but another sensation takes precedence.

Shock takes over your face as you fling your hands behind you, pressing them both into your ass, a useless attempt to stop his seed from pouring out of you. “Oh my god!”

A grin stretches across Eddie’s features, his eyes alight as he takes in your little dance—you’re squirming, trying to squeeze your thighs together in an effort to mitigate the mess. “Yeah, sorry about that, sweetheart. Shoulda warned you. Your ass isn’t as…malleable as your pussy,” his grin broadens as your eyes widen at his salacious lesson. “S’gonna take a second to…shrink, for lack of a better word. Until then, you might feel a little…leaky,” he chuckles, reveling in the way your virgin ass hole took his massive cock—now you have to suffer the…gaping consequences.

Simply nodding your head, you continue to press both your panties and skirt into your ass, hoping they’ll soak up some of the wetness. Unsure why you want to know, you ask Eddie your burning question. “Did…w–was I good?”

His mouth parts in surprise at your question, but then a wave of giddy heat thrums through his whole body, relaxing his features into a pleased smile. Closing the short distance between you, he rubs his fingers across your cheeks, working his way up to the small scrape on your forehead. His eyes are full of awe, and you're going to have to come up with an excuse to your boyfriend about the random scrape on your otherwise unblemished skin—the thought causes his soft cock to twitch.

“You were so good, angel. I hate to say it, but Carver’s a lucky guy. He’s got such a devoted, loyal girlfriend.”

Too busy swooning at his soft touch and compliments, you completely miss the wicked glint in his eyes at the reminder of just how devoted…you are. The moment your body begins to sway, leaning into the heat of his chest with bated breath and heavy lids over wanting, wandering eyes, he pulls away—shattering the trance he had you under, leaving you nearly stumbling after him.

The clinking of metal draws your attention to a black lunchbox sitting on the wooden bench you hadn’t noticed until now. From inside it, Eddie pulls a small baggie of a dry, dusty green looking pile of…herbs? You’re pretty sure it’s the weed, but Jason never lets you partake, so you’re not 100% sure what the substance looks like.

“Here you are, sweetheart. And go ahead and tell your little boyfriend he can send you back anytime he wants,” he shoots you a flirtatious grin.

Taking the baggie from him, you try to fight the smile off your face, feeling bashful at his unending flirtation despite your numerous warnings. “Eddie,” you chide, only half-serious, now catching on to how playful your new friend tends to be.

Throwing his hands up in surrender, he cocks his head to catch your shy gaze, “I know, I know. I just happen to think you’re a much prettier face to strike a deal with.” He pushes his luck once more—he just can’t help himself. “How ‘bout this, I’ll cut the price in half if he sends you next time.”

Smiling, you shake your head at his audacity. “We’ll see. Thanks for…”

Fucking you?

Cumming in your ass?

Making your virgin hole his?

Letting you pay with your body?

“...Everything,” you finish, leaning up onto your tiptoes to plant a kiss on his cheek. It’s too bad you rubbed all your lipgloss onto the picnic table when you couldn’t stop panting and moaning into the old wood. But your soft lips still smell of cherries, so he’ll take it.

Pulling back, you meet his wide eyes. He's thankful his big brown irises generally give off a sad, puppy-dog look; otherwise, you'd probably catch onto the felonious hunger in his gaze.

“For being sweet,” you add on. The way your blackened lashes flutter at him—if he didn’t know how truly innocent you are, he’d think you’re giving him ‘fuck me again’ eyes. The sight has his cock stirring, already half-hard from just your chaste kiss.

“‘Course, angel.”

You seem to have almost a physical reaction when he uses the endearment on you outside of being in your ass. Your smile widens, body bristling with restlessness as he catches a glimpse of your thighs squeezing. It’s not lost on him that you didn’t get to cum. You’re probably so needy, you’re barely containing it in front of him. He knows how wet you are, he saw the aftermath.

Leaving you so worked up, on the edge of completion as your orgasm recedes like waves before a tsunami—he’s certain this won’t be his last time with you. He’s pretty sure you’re not about to go fuck your boyfriend, so maybe you’ll remember how welcoming and kind Eddie was and turn to him in your time of desperation.

You’ll be back. He’s almost certain of it.

A/N: That'll make your puthy throb. Reblog, like, and comment to support me and lmk your thoughts!!!!!!!!!!

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dangerousnbeautiful · 3 months ago

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A. I love you and I always love your writing.

B. I know what you mean about the Daddy kink. It's so fucking hot when it's like that, you know?

C. This fic was so fucking good that I think I got read it twice in one go, if you know what I mean.

D. Gimme Dark Eddie. Please and thank you.

Motormouth

Boyfriend!Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Thinking about breeding kink and Eddie 'Motormouth' Munson shooting his mouth off at the feel of your pussy clenching around his cock…Bonus points because he actually wants to be a daddy.

A/N: The second place winner of this poll. It was a tight race—these two were tied for a bit there. Also, I’m posting this so I can work my way down the poll to get to the nosferatu inspired smut and the dark!eddie anal that isn’t really that dark (so y’all better enjoy it, smut so good it made the author wet fr)—those two are I think my favorites that I wrote during ovulation week. Pls ignore any mistakes or odd sentence structure–I wrote this very fast and in a fiery, horny passion

Word Count: 700ish

Warnings: 18+ mdni!! PiV unprotected, breeding kink, pregnancy kink?? unhinged levels of dirty talk, cream pies, dom!Eddie, daddy kink but in this way, Eddie wants you to have his babies, smidge of degradation, smidge of name calling (one ‘whore’)

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“Fuck, sweetheart. You’re squeezin’ me so tight, you want my fucking babies that bad, huh? You wanna be a mommy so fucking bad you gonna take my cum from me?”

Unable to formulate actual words at the pounding of his hips, you simply nod your head messily, mumbling out a strained, “Uh huh.”

“Yeah, I know you fucking wan’ it. Wanna be full o’me, don’t ya, honey?” Groaning at the way his words elicit a particularly tight squeeze of your walls, he continues spewing out absolute filth through panting breaths. “Wan’ me to fuck my seed so far up your greedy little cunt you’ll get two babies for one, I know you fuckin’ do.”

“Please! Eddie, jus’ wanna feel you,” you whimper, losing all awareness of reality as he crushes your body under his weight. Desperate, rutting hips slap the back of your thighs; his cock invades your poor, tight hole with the fervor of a man possessed.

Shaking his head, Eddie grits his teeth as he leans down, pushing into your space even more at his declaration. “Nah, you’re not here to feel me, sweetheart. You’re here to gimme a baby like I asked for. You gonna give it to me? Gonna let me breed this tight little cunt?”

The sharpness of his words matches the pang of his cock as it just barely kisses your cervix, knocking the breath from you. You don’t know whether you’re desperate to cum, for him to cum, or for your abused pussy to get a break. “I’ll give you whatever you want, please! Eddie, please, jus’ wan’ you inside me.”

He’s already inside you, that’s why you’re currently huffing out puffs of air in time with his thrusts. But he knows what you actually mean—you want his cum. Although, in the hazy heavenly feel of your walls clinging to him, he does note how you haven’t specifically agreed to his request to breed you. That only frustrates him more—you want to cum, you want something from him, but you’re offering nothing in return. If you want to feel good, he’s going to need you to give something up first—that’s how deals work.

“I am inside you, honey. But you gotta say the magic words if you wan’ my cum, if y’wanna feel all nice and warm inside—I know you’re a whore for being stuffed.”

At your mewling response—mind too consumed by his thick length stretching you so wide to actually respond with words—he presses a large palm onto your lower stomach, reveling in the way he can feel his cockhead nudge his hand.

The new pressure elicits a pleasured scream as you throw your head back, wailing into the air, “Please! Please, please, please can I have your cum?”

Eddie bites his lip in hunger as he watches you lose your mind over a little pressure. “Nah, baby, that’s not it. Tell me what I wanna hear,” he orders; the magic words you chose are not the ones he was looking for.

Too cock-drunk to function, you shake your head with pinched brows, trying to force any thoughts to come—scrounging up any idea of what he might be looking for. “I don’t–I don’t know. I–please!”

A wicked grin spreads across his lips as he realizes he has you right where he wants you. “I’ll give you a hint, sweet girl, would you like that?”

Another pleading whimper and a nod. Tears well up in your eyes as his thick cock pushes you right to the precipice of heaven—or damnation, you don’t know.

“You can say something like, ‘Daddy, wan’ you to make me a mommy’ or how about, ‘Daddy, gimme your…’” His condescending, mocking tone makes you preen as he leaves the last option open for you to finish.

“Please, daddy, gimme your babies! Wanna have your babies so fucking bad! Fill me up, please, god, I wanna feel you,” you wail, squeezing your eyes shut in ecstasy, finally letting the tears run down your temples.

“Good girl,” he coos, sliding his hand to where you need him most. All it takes is the first tight circle around your clit and you’re screaming for him.

“D–Daddy! Daddy! Please, fuck! Oh, god!”

“Oh, good girl, baby,” he chuckles breathily, his dark eyes alight with hunger as he watches you cum—feeling your cunt milk his cock for all its worth. “Fuck, take it, take my fucking cum,” he grits, groaning wildly, shoving himself even deeper. “Gonna knock you up, make you mine forever, honey.”

He leaves you with so much cum stuffed into your pussy, he might be right—he might’ve given you two babies in one go.

A/N: I really want people to read the dark!Eddie fic so I’m gonna give y’all the synopsis here. The only reasons I’d label it as dark are A) there’s some manipulation about what counts as losing your virginity (it’s not losing it if it’s anal!) and B) it’s in response to someone asking for more dark!Eddie after my last one.

Overall, though, Eddie is very very sweet to the reader—he’s just obsessed with you. Basically you’re dating Jason Carver, he sends you to pick up his weed from Eddie, you think you have to pay but you don’t have money, Eddie conveniently doesn’t tell you Jason already paid, smut ensues (sex for goods yurrr) etc etc. It’s porn with very little plot, but the smut is so fucking good and I like thinking about desperate perv!eddie getting a taste of Jason’s girl and sending her on her merry way knowing he’ll be seeing her again.

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