None Of Your Concern (Chris Evans X Reader)

nothing going on in my head at the moment but boxer!bucky😮‍💨

he’d sneak you into the change room before a fight to fuck you into the bench before absolutely annihilating his opponent just like he did to you🤤

xoxo,

stas

Boxer!Bucky is 🔥, so I don't blame you for that going through your mind. 😉

Even better because Bucky doesn't usually fuck you before a fight. You weren't sure if it was a myth that boxers didn't fuck before fights, but your man took it seriously. Something about decreasing aggression and energy. You respected that.

So imagine your surprise when he sneaks you in and bends you over the bench. It's quick, dirty and you're a stunned mess when he finishes. Sliding your panties back into place, he smiles and explains sex can also release tension, possibly release more testosterone and give him a psychological boost.

He also may have heard his opponent say he planned to fuck you at some point and wanted him to see who you belong to. 😉

Love and thanks! ❤️

Want Somebody to Love

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Pairing // Mafia!Bucky x fem!reader

Summary // Your deadbeat boyfriend ditches you at a party, and Bucky insists you deserve better. If he has to prove it to you, he will.

Word Count // 3,754

Warnings // SMUT. Almost plotless, filthy smut. Cheating, oral sex (m!receiving), hint of jealousy, possessive sex, unprotected (consensual) sex, rough sex, overstimulation, spanking, little bit of cum play, daddy kink, size kink, name calling, the insinuation that Bucky is in the mafia, swearing... you get the idea I think. Don't read it if you're uncomfortable with these things.

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The incessant chatter of the party filled your head like a symphony of extroverts, prompting you to retreat to the restroom within the first half hour.

You wanted to wash your face, but you were wearing makeup, so you settled for washing your hands thoroughly and fixing your hair.

Your boyfriend had disappeared into the tides of people as soon as you arrived —undoubtedly to get blackout drunk and make out with a random girl— so you were left awkwardly standing around, sipping your drink out of politeness but wishing desperately to find one, just one sober person to converse with.

You sighed, swinging open the bathroom door and immediately crashing into someone’s chest, sending you stumbling backwards.

Stammering out an apology, you took the hand of your victim as they helped you up, and came face to face with a very handsome, seemingly sober man. Great, some company.

"Sorry, I didn't see you." You apologized awkwardly, noticing his rough hand linger just little too long over yours.

He nodded. "No worries."

There was a moment of awkward silence. He looked away, eyes scanning the crowd of people as if looking for something. You took the time to study him, eyes darting from his sharp, rugged jawline to his steel blue eyes. He was wearing black dress pants you noticed, --just a little too formal for a place like this-- as well as a dress shirt and tie. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing muscular arms. Well- one arm. You stared curiously at his left arm, apparently a prosthetic. It reflected the dim, multicolored lights of the party, and flexed just like a real human arm as he turned and extended a hand.

"I'm forgetting my manners," He said as you shook his hand. "I'm Bucky Barnes."

You nodded, observing his eyes hover just above the bow of your lips. "Y/n. Nice to meet you. Who do you know here?" You inquired with a tilt of your head.

The corners of his lips twitched up in a strange smile. "Ah, I'm more looking for someone, really. And you?"

Your brow furrowed slightly at his strange answer, but decided not to press any further. "Oh, um..." You turned to look through the crowd, trying to pick out your boyfriend. "I'm here with-"

Your heart dropped into your stomach as your gaze locked onto the scene of your boyfriend, jeans unzipped, in the back of the room with a girl you didn't know pressed up against the wall under him. His arms were wrapped firmly around her waist as he kissed her roughly, one hand dipping under the waistband of her skirt.

"My... boyfriend..." You whispered, your finger still lingering in the air from where you'd pointed him out.

Bucky's expression was unreadable, his eyes dark as he stared down at you. You said nothing, internally crumbling from embarrassment.

"Does he always do this?" Bucky asked suddenly, breaking the silence.

"What?"

"Run off like that- touch other girls?" He said, his tone taking on a menacing inflection.

"Um..." You looked at your feet, hands fidgeting with the hem on the stupid tight dress your boyfriend had insisted you wear, as if he was going to be looking at you for more than ten seconds. "Yeah." You sighed finally.

Bucky took a step closer, making you tense up. He brought a hand to your cheek, turning your chin up to look at him gently. His eyes were burning with a strange, dangerous fire, his stubbled jaw clenching. "You deserve so much better than him sweetheart." He said darkly, staring openly at your mouth.

You felt blood rush to your cheeks, becoming acutely aware of just how much he towered over you. "It's really ok, we aren't that serious anyway." You said, waving your hands in dismissal and questioning why you were defending your ass of a boyfriend.

Bucky tilted his head, his eyes still gleaming dangerously. "No man should treat his girlfriend like that. What's a pretty thing like you doing with a dick like him?"

You two were very, very close now. Close enough for you to smell the mint of his breath and feel it hitting your face. "I don't- I don't know..." You trailed off, feeling things you knew you shouldn't be feeling. You were hypnotized, lost to the maze in the gray of his eyes, and as much as you wanted to fight it- you were enjoying it.

Bucky paused, his tongue darting out to lick his lips as he stared a hole in you.

"You deserve better, doll. You deserve to know how it feels for a man to give everything for you. To you."

You looked down in shame, but he tilted your chin back up with a metal finger.

"Can I ask you something?" He said, his face dangerously close to your own.

You didn't know why, but you didn't feel threatened. You knew that might be a mistake- that in most cases it was, but something about the way he looked at you made your head buzz, and you wanted more.

"Yes?" You said, almost in a whisper.

"Do you want to know how it feels?" He asked, his breath heavy and eyes dark. "For a man to worship you?"

Your eyes widened, your heart beating like a drum in your throat. You felt so light headed that you wondered if you'd had too much to drink- then you remembered you'd only had a few sips. Whatever this feeling was, you felt it sober.

"What do you mean?" You breathed, eyes fixed on the way his Adams apple moved when he swallowed.

"I can give you everything he never will. If you'll have me."

The room was spinning. The only thing standing still was you, and him. You breathing was fast and fluttering, your stomach filled with butterflies like a schoolgirl seeing her crush. You cursed yourself; everything you felt was wrong. Your boyfriend was fine, this was cheating. He treated you fine, he just... had needs. You couldn't expect him to be satisfied with just you, with eating your pussy.

Then you stole a glimpse of him out of the corner of your eye, his hands wandering another girls body, gripping her ass, pushing himself onto her drunkenly. You decided then and there that you'd had enough.

You looked up at Bucky, who was patiently awaiting an answer. "Yes. Ok." You breathed, bottom lip trembling slightly.

His red lips formed a gentle smile as he extended his hand to you. You took it, glancing over your shoulder at your soon-to-be ex boyfriend before Bucky whisked you away.

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The drive to Bucky's apartment was quiet, but not unpleasant. Quiet 30's jazz played on the radio as he pulled into the narrow gravel driveway. You marveled at how he could afford a place like this in New York; everyone you knew rented.

"No offense, but how on earth did you manage to buy this place?" You asked as the car stopped.

Bucky chuckled. "Um, we have a family business."

You nodded, though that didn't fully explain it. Bucky got out of the car, walking around to your side to help you out. You made the mental observation that your boyfriend never opened the door for you. You followed him inside, holding his hand as if he wasn't a man you'd just met. You wondered to yourself if this was normal for hookups- or whatever you'd call this.

Just minutes later he was tossing you onto his bed like you weighed nothing, your heart hammering in its cage as you watched him loosen his tie with a prosthetic finger, stalking towards you in a way that made your mouth dry. He climbed into bed, crawling towards you as you swallowed a lump in your throat.

You leaned in to kiss him, not knowing what else to do. His soft lips met yours, a hand cupping you cheek as he gently kissed you back. It was evident he was trying not to overwhelm you.

"Mm." He hummed, his tongue grazing your bottom lip. "Your lips taste wonderful bella, but I have a goal to taste all of you tonight."

Your thighs clenched at his velvet words, and he definitely noticed, shifting down as his hands squeezed the soft flesh of your legs. He pressed a kiss to your inner thigh and you bit back a moan. He slowly pulled your dress up and over your head, his kisses getting closer and closer to your growing arousal.

"Does your boyfriend" he almost spat the word out like something foul-tasting, "taste her?" He asked, nodding at your already dripping, clothed cunt.

You shook your head, heat radiating from your whole body. "No." You murmured in response. You were already absently undoing the buttons to his shirt, revealing his deliciously muscular torso.

Bucky looked disgusted at your response. "Oh, I'm going to ruin you with my tongue, baby." He rumbled, positioning you under him as he pulled your knees apart with firm hands, shifting down so that his head was between your thighs. "I'm going to give you what I know you deserve."

You were quivering, but you couldn't control it. You had never been treated like this- talked to like this. By anyone. It had you dripping and oozing before you'd even been touched.

Bucky hooked a finger into the waistband of your panties, pausing to look up at you for permission before he went any further. You nodded vigorously, one hand wandering down to his tousled dark hair.

He tugged your underwear down, taking in your already shining pussy and licking his lips. "Jesus babydoll, all this already?" He purred, leaning down to lick the inside of your thigh, cleaning up some of your slick with his tongue.

You moaned loudly, your grip tightening on his hair. You were embarrassed- you knew you shouldn't be this horny already. You couldn't help it though, it felt so good, so natural.

His tongue lazily trailed up to your folds, his hot sticky breath making you gasp. Your thighs were held firmly apart in his massive hands as he began to suck on your aching clit, moaning at just the taste of you. You moaned again and again, hips rolling forward against his head with every lick and swirl of his tongue.

He stopped briefly, licking your arousal off of his lips as he looked up at you, eyes dark with longing. "Who's all this for, sweetness? This for that boyfriend of yours?" He asked, slapping the side of your thigh.

You whimpered at his touch, still humping the air where his warm tongue used to be. "N-no, it's all for you."

Bucky grinned, licking his lips as you swore you watched the devil creep into him, his smile wolfish as he bent back down to eat you out.

"That's what I fucking thought. Moaning and dripping for me already- honey we're just getting started." He growled as his tongue slipped into your seeping pussy, lapping at curling as you let out a gasp of pleasure.

He rubbed your clit with one hand as he fucked you with his silver tongue. You could feel your abdomen twisting and churning as you moaned and panted, palming his hair as you got closer and closer to your climax. You thought you had died and gone to heaven; you had never felt this ethereal, sticky bliss in your life.

"You taste just as sweet as I thought you would, baby." Bucky moaned into your folds as he sucked and lapped. "Got me drunk off of your pussy."

Your moans grew lighter as you suddenly felt yourself releasing, your core cramping and spasming as your cunt contracted and you gushed all over his tongue. Bolts of electricity shot through your body, making you dizzy as your vision grew cloudy and you heard yourself moaning Bucky's name over and over.

"Shh, that's my sweet girl, came so fucking good for me doll." You heard Bucky soothing as you came down from your high, his hands fondling your exposed breasts as he kissed you.

"I- I..." You panted, swallowing hard as you tried to catch your breath.

"What is it bella?" He murmured, trailing kisses down your neck.

"I want you, please..." You whimpered, your thighs still clenching.

He locked eyes with you, his own glinting with a devilish light. "What do you want me to do, sweet thing?"

Your desperation was making his cock twitch in his pants, but this wasn't about him. This was about showing you what it was like to be pleasured out of your mind, to have someone worship your body. Still, he knew what he was craving, and he didn't know how much longer he could hold off.

You reached down and palmed at his clothed dick, feeling his cock harden even more from your touch. He groaned, his grip on you growing tighter.

"I want you, please Bucky, I want your cock." You pleaded, feeling him and growing wetter all over again.

Your words made his cock twitch, and he suddenly grabbed your hands, pinning them over your head so that you were helplessly trapped underneath him. He leaned in, his lips less than an inch from yours.

"Fucking beg for it." He snarled, his voice oozing with lust.

You felt your clit quivering again as you leaned in to kiss him, but he pulled away as he waited for your response. It was clear you'd have to work this time.

"Please Bucky, I'm so fucking wet for you, I need you to fill me up. Haven't had anyone fill me before baby, I just want you, please..." You begged, hands wandering his bare chest and down to the buttons of his pants, picking at them desperately.

"Jesus doll, you really are a cock-hungry little whore aren't you?" He rumbled, his cock throbbing and leaking in his pants now. He wanted to let you take it out, suck on it, claim it as yours... but he was too far into the game now, and the power he craved had rushed straight to his head.

"I am, I am baby. Please Bucky..." You whined as he pushed your hands away from his fly.

"Oh you'll get it baby, you're going to take all of me up your tight little cunt in just a minute. But you've been bad, and I need to punish you first." He growled, his hands grabbing you roughly by the waist and flipping you over, your bare ass exposed to him.

You yelped and whimpered suddenly as you felt his massive hand smack the flesh of your ass, the sting turning you on in a way you didn't know was possible.

"Oh, fuck baby!" You yelped again as his hand met your ass. He hit you again, and again, all the while pressing his clothed, throbbing cock into your ass and groaning with longing.

"You've been a bad little slut," He grunted as he spanked you again, tears forming in your eyes. "Letting little boys with tiny dicks fuck that sweet pussy of yours, letting them use you."

You yelled in pain and fisted the sheets as his hand smacked your ass harder than before, realizing that the cold feeling was from his metal arm. He was really trying to punish you.

"You're mine now, understand?! Every single fucking part of you!" He snarled.

You nodded, crying. "I-I am." You whined.

The devil was in him now; his head buzzing and reeling with animalistic urges. He wanted to fucking own you, to marry you and please you and spoil you the way the knew was best for you. This was no one night stand: it had morphed into something else, something deep and primal and personal.

"Then fucking say it, you little slut. Tell me who owns you." He growled into your ear, groaning as his member pressed against your ass.

"You do Bucky! I'm yours!" You moaned, arching your back as you felt him press himself into you.

"Good girl. Now you're gonna take me just like I tell you to, right?" He asked, his tone oozing sweetness again but with the same air of possessiveness. You heard the clink of his belt and the sound of his pants unzipping, and your thighs clenched with anticipation.

"Y-yes, yes daddy." You whined, the name slipping off of your tongue before you realized what you were saying.

There was a pause, and you felt your cheeks heat up as you wondered if you had gone too far. Then you felt a hand on your ass and hot breath on your neck as Bucky leaned down to growl in your ear.

"Do you call him that?"

"N-no, I'm sorry I-" You stammered before he cut you off.

"Good, I'm your daddy from now on. Say it again babydoll, before you take my cock like the sweet thing you are." He rumbled, taking his rigid, veiny cock out and pumping it as precum drooled from the pulsing tip.

You trembled underneath him, your ass perked up and ready for him. "I'm yours, I'm yours daddy, fuck me Bucky please!"

You screamed as Bucky thrust himself into you at once, his massive length sliding into your pussy from behind, his balls falling heavy against your ass. He groaned loudly, eyes rolling back in his head as he went balls deep in you.

"Fuck! Jesus fucking Christ!" He grunted, his hips snapping against your ass as he thrust into you, humping your ass wildly. "God baby, you're so fucking deep and wet... ohhh..." He moaned, head falling forward as he panted.

He couldn't keep upright for long as you rutted back into him, moaning profusely as you felt his tip hit the perfect spot inside you. He bent over, arms sliding down to hold your hands in his as he pressed himself completely into you from behind.

"Buckyy... Ohh, h-how are you so big? Fuck." You moaned, fucked completely crosseyed. You relished the sloppy wet sound of his thick cock sliding in and out of you, and the sound of his balls smacking your ass. He was touching places you'd never felt touched, the curve of his huge cock rubbing and stimulating all the right spots inside you.

"That's fucking right babygirl, I want you to break on this cock. Oh, you're so fucking desperate, it makes me so fucking hard, God..."

Bucky was moaning as loud as you now, completely drunk with power and overstimulated already. He was a flirt sure, but he never brought girls home. Never once had someone taken his cock this well, brought him this close this fast. When this was over, he was going to spoil the fuck out of you, worship your every breath. You were his entire world in that moment.

"B-Bucky, I'm..." You moaned loudly, his tip leaking precum all over your sensitive spot. "I'm so sensitive, I don't know if I can cum again, please..."

Bucky grunted like an animal, his arms wrapped completely around you now as he rutted and humped you desperately. "Ohh... I don't think so sweetheart, I think you've got one more in you. Cum one more time for daddy, baby, please. You're being so so good for me. My obedient little cockslut."

Your vision was going dim, your head reeling with overstimulation as you squirmed under him. You had never felt this full in your life. You wanted to stay like this forever, with his fat cock buried deep inside you.

"Oh baby, I'm s-such a slut... I can't... Ah! Ahh!" You panted suddenly as he reached under you to rub your clit, adding a whole new layer of overstimulation that sent you spiraling over the edge. Your pussy clenched harder than you'd ever felt it, cumming all over his cock as you went rigid under him, toes curling as your orgasm ripped through you.

"Jesus fuck. Oh you're such a good little slut for me babygirl, love the way you cum on my fat cock. I'm gonna cum soon too from pounding your ass like this. Ohh..." Bucky groaned, his balls thrusting into you shallowly for some relief, already heavy with cum. He had never been overstimulated like this before- if he didn't cum soon, he was going to start fucking every single part of you he could until he got relief from the aching knot in his cock.

Suddenly you slammed backward into his dick, bottoming him out as he yelled with pleasure, backing arching as he felt himself start to release.

"Here if fucking comes, you little whore. This what you wanted? Daddy's cum in your tight little cunt? Oh fuck baby, fuck, fuck!" He groaned loudly, his breathing shallow and ragged as his thrusts stuttered. He exploded inside you, painting your walls with ropes of hot cum as he moaned and moaned.

His weight collapsed on top of you as he rode out his orgasm, drunkenly twisting your hair in his thick fingers as he pressed sloppy kisses to your back and neck.

"That was so good bella, so so good. Never felt that good. Are you ok?" He breathed, pulling out of you and collapsing at your side.

You nodded, a warm fuzzy feeling spreading through you. "It was amazing. Thank you, Bucky." You smiled as his swollen lips kissed your forehead.

"Of course." He cupped your cheek, brushing a his thumb over your skin as he looked into your eyes. "You deserve the world, doll. And you should tell your boyfriend that."

You frowned, laughing a little in disbelief. "Bucky, after tonight, the only thing I'm telling him is goodbye. I want you."

He smiled in surprise, brushing a hand through your hair. "Are you sure?"

You nodded, kissing him softly. "I'm absolutely sure."

He just kissed you and smiled, pulling you closer so that you could lay on his chest. He tugged the blankets over the two of you, and you melted at the warmth and care he was showing you. Any uncertainty you felt at the beginning of the night had dissolved; now all that left was warmth and tenderness and love for the man you'd fallen for in one night.

It was quiet for a while, then Bucky spoke: "Are you spending the night, or should I take you home?" He asked softly, playing with your hair.

You looked up at him, grinning playfully. "Where would you rather have round two?"

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little witch

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

tags: 18+ graphic smut, rough sex, outdoor/public sex, blowjobs, dirty talk, weed, parties, unprotected piv, creampie, squirting, orgasm denial, dom!eddie

summary: a slutty witch costume combined with eddie’s determination to live up to his devilish attire creates a night that both of you are sure to remember.

a/n: definitely going 2 hell for this one. enjoy! recommend listening to tear u apart by she wants revenge or this season of the witch song :)

‘It’s gonna be fun,’ they told him. ‘Why would we pass up an invitation to the coolest party of the year when we never get these opportunities anyways?’ they said. 

Jeff and Gareth are fucking idiots. Eddie doesn’t fit in here. None of them do. They stick out like terribly sore thumbs, and it’s nearly comical how obviously misplaced they are amongst this adolescent swarm of boring costumes. 

Eddie looks like he walked straight out of the D&D dungeon master’s guide: devil-like horns attached to a flimsy headband that he had stolen from little Erica Sinclair, a red cape tucked into the collar of his signature Hellfire t-shirt, because — of course — how could he ever go a day without it? All of this coupled with a leather jacket, distressed denim and dark liner smudged around his eyes. 

What is he exactly? It’s hard to say. His best description is: Izzy Stradlin of Guns N’ Roses meets the baatezu from the Nine Hells of Baator.

Or simply put – a sexy, red gothic devil.

Hawkins High’s infamous Halloween party sits right on the edge of a woodsy Indiana forest, nothing but oddly cut jack-o-lanterns and wax candles decorating the tops of tattered picnic tables. Hard soil and autumn leaves crunch beneath Eddie’s combat boots as he nurses his third solo cup of the night, already seeking for something stronger when he sees Jeff and Gareth being chatted up by a couple eager girls from the debate team. 

Goddamn, do they really have more game than him? 

He winces, lips curling into a distasteful frown as he busies himself by the candy table and slips a purple lollipop into his mouth with raised brows. In the corner of the crowd, Eddie glances at a couple making out by the beer keg that seem to be quite literally jumping at each other’s bones in public. Boo. He groans in annoyance, looking over his shoulder to find a classic blonde-brunette combo eating each other’s faces just as passionately. 

Must be fucking nice.

Yeah, no. He’s going for a walk. Fuck this party and fuck everyone here, including Jeff and Gareth. 

Never liked Halloween anyways. Always been more of a Valentine’s Day kind-of-guy.

Eddie crushes his solo cup and chucks it onto a random table, ignoring the protests of his classmates when he displays no intention of stopping or apologizing as he cooly saunters past. The silver chains strung across his belt loops jingle whilst he takes swift strides into the forest; the ruckus of the party fades behind him with each firm step he takes, the prominent wrinkles in his forehead softening as his ears free from a looping mixtape of Thriller.

He continues suckling on his lollipop, a stormy purple staining his tongue as he ventures deeper into the forest and away from that godforsaken, amateur highschool party. Whatever that fucking was, he’s over it. Completely and utterly over it.

That’s when he stumbles onto a clearing in the middle of the woods, surrounded by looming trees circling an old picnic table and… 

You. Alone.

Eddie comes to a halt as soon as he sees the faint flickering of orange. Heavy curses fall from your lips as you tend to the tightly-rolled blunt between your fingers, a flame failing to ignite as a result of the cheap Zippo lighter in your opposite hand. 

“Goddammit… shit… motherfucking…” You grunt, hurling the lighter in Eddie’s direction. He ducks immediately, eyes bulging out of his head like deer-in-headlights when you finally lock stares. Your childish gaze bounces from the discarded lighter to Eddie’s face. “I… um…”

He definitely knows you, even under the darkness of a haunting midnight sky. Definitely. He’s instantly taken back to the fall semester of his (second attempt) of senior year, having had you in a previous class where he often wondered what the pretty girl’s name who sat in the front was. 

And said pretty girl is blinking at him expectantly. 

Anyday now. Anyday. Say something, fucker.

“Need, uh, a light?” 

Eddie digs his hand into the pocket of his leather jacket, fumbling with the boxy metal before you’re nodding at him with curious eyes and a soft smile. He quickly meets you halfway, feeling his heartbeat stutter when your manicured fingers brush against his palm and your warmth lingers upon his skin.

He takes in the sight of the witch hat resting atop your head, a classic black one that slopes into a swirl at the tip. Your lips are blood-red, almost complimenting the shade of Eddie’s cape and devil horns. A short, raven-colored dress hugs your body perfectly, the flowing sleeves flaring out by your hands as you successfully ignite the joint hanging from your faint smirk.

“Thanks.” You mumble, taking a heavy drag with an appreciative hum before you’re handing back his lighter and sitting down on the wooden bench. He follows suit, whispering a resigned ‘No problem’ as he plops himself onto the opposite end and tosses his lollipop stick to the side. “Party sucked?”

“Yeah, always does.”

“Oh, that’s never good.”

A pause.

“I like your costume…” 

“Your costume is…”

The sentences fill the silence simultaneously, causing sincere laughter to follow suit on both parts as you sneakily glance at each other with wide grins. You lean over, sticking out your smaller palm with outstretched fingers. “Alright, I’m Y/N.”

Y/N, he repeats to himself.

Eddie doesn’t hesitate, gingerly enveloping his hand overs yours as he gives it a gentle squeeze. “And I’m—“

“Eddie.” You smile brightly, flicking the blunt against the edge of the table. “I know you. Hellfire himself, right?”

You know him. As if his stomach wasn’t churning with excitement already… you know him — not as the long-haired freak walking the hallways of Hawkins High, but as Eddie “Hellfire Himself” Munson. He can’t fight off the blood that rushes to his face; pink spreads across the bridge of his nose and cheeks as he catches your intent gaze accompanied by that enticing curl of your red lips. 

“Yes, it is I… in the flesh.” He chuckles. “And Y/N,” Your name is sweet on his tongue, the name he’d finally come to learn after many months of pointless pining in history class back then. The name that he can’t help but play over and over again in his head, a melody of syllables too gentle for someone of his candor. He points at you, stressing each word with gaiety. “Miss top of the class, graduating senior president, is that right?”

You shrug casually. “In the flesh.” 

He huffs in amusement, scratching his neck before he shamelessly watches you finger the thick layering of necklaces swooping into the fleshy valley of your breasts. You clear your throat, hiding your own pleased expression as his eyes helplessly bounce back up to your face with that boyish fear of having been caught looking at places he shouldn’t have been looking at. 

Fuck, is it getting hot or is it just him? Awkwardly, he shrugs off his leather jacket, haphazardly laying it over the bench.

Okay, could Eddie seriously blame himself? He’s respectful. He is. Believe him when he says he loves women, and men. Yet it’s almost as if you’re letting him look, angling your hips towards him and parting your knees ever-so-slightly so that your short dress strategically rides up the expanse of your thighs. If you hike your leg up just a little bit higher, he’d see… fuck, he doesn’t know you like that. Stop it.

Does it matter, though?

“So, Eddie, what’s the reasoning behind…” You shift closer to his side of the table. Eddie’s gaze follows the way your fingers dart for the collar of his cape, thumb and forefinger rubbing the fabric purposefully. Your eyes lock, the corners of your lips tugging into a contagious line that Eddie can’t help but mirror. “... this bold choice of costume? A red devil is never good news.”

He wants to wipe that smirk clean off of your mouth. Maybe take some of your lipstick with it, too. 

“I’m a good boy today, Y/N. Promise.” He smiles, swearing that he feels your body stiffen against him. “But I mean… it is Halloween, of course. Everyone’s on their worst behavior, pissing their own pants, ready to rob kids for candy…” If he hadn’t been so glued to the glittery shadow around your lids and the smudged mascara under your lower lashes, he wouldn’t have seen your not-so-subtle attempt at glancing at his lap. “... making out in… haunted places. You know, the usual.”

You squint. “Right.”

“Mhm.”

The bench creaks as you stand up, fingers tugging the length of your minidress back over your ass as you kick one boot in front of the other. Eddie remains frozen in his place, reddish leaves trailing past his line of sight while you lean yourself against a tall tree trunk. 

You’re teasing him. 

He doesn't even fully know you, and he’s already hoping for certain ways this could go.

If you wanted to play that game, you could’ve just asked.

“You know people say these woods are haunted?” Crossing your ankles, your newfound companion doesn’t tear his eyes off of your ripped fishnets, savouring your generous display of cleavage and gorgeous hips as you pull your blunt away from your lips with a hiss and wave it around. “Back in the 1700s, after the Salem witch trials… there were actually rumors that there had been some runaway witches in Hawkins. Didn’t turn out too well for them in the end.”

“Yeah? What happened?” You push off of the tree with the heel of your boot, slowly pacing your way back towards Eddie. 

His thighs are spread apart widely, ringed hands drumming patiently against the tattoos on his forearms.

Fuck, he looks good.

“Whatever happens to all witches, I suppose.” You grin mischievously with enthusiastic eyes. “But I’ve always heard these parts are… full of spirits because of the… well, y’know.” A beat, then your knee is slowly pressing up against Eddie’s as you stare at the ground shyly with fluttering lashes. “Shame no one’s living up to Halloween tradition and making out — like you said — in… such a haunted place like this one.”

He exhales shakily, clenching his jaw when you curiously peer at him. “Most definitely.” 

“I mean…” You giggle and turn your back to him, unable to see Eddie’s face contort into one of disappointment from the loss of physical contact. “I’m certain there’s an adorable, lovesick couple just bound to show up and fulfill…”

When you twirl around to teasingly look at Eddie, you nearly gasp out of surprise when you collide roughly with his chest. Your balance nearly gives way, but not before his pale hands grip onto your wrists and hold you upright. His knuckles are prominent, eyebrows pulled into a deep furrow and lips parted as his lust-blown pupils eagerly search yours.

He’s struggling.

And you think… this is finally it. Eddie Munson, the guy from the back of class who you’ve always kinda had a thing for, is gonna actually kiss you. Halloween night. 1986. Your peak. 

But what he does next is almost as jarring as a kiss.

He carefully takes the blunt between your fingers, almost assessing the image of your lipstick stain on the end before he’s shamelessly putting his own mouth on it without hesitation. His eyes. His fucking eyes. They never leave yours, even when he inhales the joint deeply and quickly lets out an experienced exhale into your embarrassingly stunned face. 

Whatever confidence you had going diminishes into a tangled ball of nothingness when Eddie holds the roll in front of your mouth, gaze half-lidded and tongue poking out from between his teeth. 

“Open,” He says. And so you follow without protest, unblinking and suddenly submissive as he slips the joint back into its original place between your lips with a devilish chuckle. “Atta girl. Does what she’s told, doesn’t she?”

You gulp, only focusing on the taste of Eddie amongst the rolling paper. “Depends on who’s telling me.”

“Right, right. So, if I posed an idea… like well, fulfilling that very special tradition of… say, I don’t know, making out in a haunted place… just to make sure we’re really nailing the Halloween festivities here, little witch…” He humorously flicks at your hat, costumed horns bouncing while he begins to back you up against a tree. Eddie’s grin somehow widens even more, pearly-white canines on display as you slowly take a step back with each step he takes forward. “You definitely, definitely wouldn’t help me fulfill it, would you? Since it… after all, depends. And I’m sure the senior class president doesn’t take orders from… student delinquents like me.”

“Eddie…” You manage to breathe out, joint falling from your mouth as your back presses against the rough texture of tree bark.

“I mean, honestly, what are you doing all alone back here? Just… waiting for someone to stumble upon you and… what? What then, Y/N?” He laughs innocently, and you instinctively squeeze your thighs together as his fingers toy with the chains decorating his belt loops. 

“Honestly?” You gaze up at him from beneath the black rim of your witch hat, mascara delicately framing the whites of your eyes. “Saw a tempting, red devil on the way here — thought he looked a little too lonely for a night like this one, especially when he just looked so good in such a simple costume. ‘Was hoping he’d find me… all alone, like you said.” You bite your lip. Eddie tilts his chin up and pins you with his eyes. “Was hoping that you’d find me all alone, and that I could… fuck, you looked bored at — at the party, and I figured you’d…”

“Come out and meet you…” Eddie finishes. You nod slowly. 

“Halloween festivities, you know.”

He hums. “Right.” It’s silent for a good minute, until you feel Eddie’s hand ghost over your arm, trailing up your shoulder with such gentleness, you wouldn’t have even realized he had been touching you in the first place. “Well, I guess… if this place is haunted like you said, and if we’re the only two people out here…”

“Yeah?” Your voice comes out as a hushed whimper.

Eddie’s ears perk up at the sound. He pauses to catch his breath, desperately holding onto the remnants of his self-control. 

“Then maybe, just maybe, we could always follow tradition. Is that… is that what you wanted, Y/N? For me to come out here just so we could make-out in the dark, away from the noise, tucked away deep in the forest where… no one can hear us? No matter how loud we’ll get?” A breathy moan escapes from the back of your throat, and Eddie realizes that he’s broken past whatever act you had going on. “That’s it, isn’t it? Hey, come on. Look at me, Y/N.” You raise your chin from your chest, meeting Eddie’s now softer eyes. “What do you want from me?”

He reaches for your hat, pulling it up and away from your face before his palms are resting against your cheeks. “Um, want you to…”

“To…” He spurs you on, stroking your skin with his thumbs. 

In the shadows, Eddie’s face is so desperately close to yours that you can just smell the strong fragrance of his earthy cologne and the faint lingering taste of whatever he had been drinking. 

All or nothing. 

“To kiss me.” You swallow loudly, forcing the words out of your mouth. “Kiss me and… and don’t stop, please? Eddie?”

His eyes bore deep into yours, nothing but a lustful twinkle in his near-black pupils as he inhales deeply. 

“Damn it, Y/N. All you had to do was fucking ask from the start.” 

By the time the words finally leave him, Eddie’s lips are on you. It’s far from sweet, aching with a clandestine fervor as his mouth moves harshly against yours. Hot. Searing. Wet. Your fists are woven tightly amongst the cotton of his Hellfire shirt, and you kiss him helplessly with eyes clenched-shut, the sensation of his warm tongue keeping you in a trance. 

Overpowering. Imperfect. Messy. 

Yet, you want more of him.

You feel the soft tickle of his breath beneath your nose, fingers rustling through his hair as you cave into one another with unrestrained motion. Warmth blossoms in Eddie’s stomach as you lean back against the tree trunk to pull away, the fresh memory of your moans dancing against his pillowy lips while you stumble for air. 

“Was that okay?” He whispers tenderly. You could almost burst out in laughter. How could his tone be so patient and friendly when his kiss had been nothing but wanton and needy? Slowly, a smile spreads across your cheeks, a weak nod following. “Can I do it again?”

“You can do anything you want.” You answer, brushing his hair away from his face before his hands drift down to your waist. 

The action is suggestive, fingers leaving deep indents in the supple flesh of where hip-meets-thigh as he slips his knee between your legs. Then his mouth is on your body again. He’s more adventurous this second time around, letting his lips trail over your shoulder and the conch of your ear before he’s kissing his way down your outstretched throat — biting, licking, sucking.

He’s hard. Really hard.

“Fuck, Y/N…” His voice is whiny, nothing but a simple rasp filling the air as you sensually tend to his pale neck, teeth nibbling the skin until porcelain turns to a blooming red. “S-Sweetheart, hey… I don’t… fucking hell,  don’t wanna make you do anything you don’t want to—“

“But I want to. I’m okay if you’re okay.”

“Shit, okay. Okay. I… fuck, I wasn’t expecting more than a kiss, but…” He moans embarrassingly loud when you tug at the curls of his hair, tilting his chin back so that you have more access to his throat. “Fuck, I hope you don’t think I’m like — like any of those assholes back there… just… looking for a quick fuck or anything….”

“Were you not?”

“Fine, maybe I was. Maybe I wanted to — to run into a… pretty girl like you… sitting alone out here, all dressed up with a shitty fucking lighter, by the way. Bet that was part of your plan too, huh? Reel me in and smoke that pathetic joint like you’re all tough?” Eddie cradles the back of your neck with his hand, whispering lewdly against your lips as he searches for another kiss. “God, you’re so hot. So hot.”

“You didn’t even k-know my name…”

“Shut it. I do now, and I want nothing more than — fuck, than to just say it over and over again until you get tired of hearing it.”

“Yeah?” You smirk against Eddie’s skin, glancing up at his beat-red face and the lopsided devil horns on his head before gingerly reaching up to toss them aside. 

He’s a devil, alright.

Eddie nods eagerly, eyes cracking open when he feels your mouth leave him and the familiar clicking sound of his belt buckle. Holy fucking shit. “Oh, here? Like right here f-for real?” He gapes at you as you unbutton his jeans, slipping your hand into his pants to palm at the hard front of his boxers. 

“Having second thoughts?”

“You’re… you’re fucking insane.” He chuckles in disbelief, groaning quietly when you rest your forehead against his shoulder and free his cock from his clothing. Glancing up at the sky, Eddie humorously whispers to himself. “Oh, crazy girls will just be the death of me.”

“Eddie, you’re so big…” You wrap your fingers around his swollen tip, moaning as you collect the pre-cum leaking from his slit. You pump him a couple times in your hand, grinning as Eddie’s face falls into the crook of your neck. “Dunno if it’ll fit me.”

“Mmm… oh, Y/N — fuck…” 

“Feels good?” You lick at his earlobe, purring as you run your digits across the two veins on either side of the base. 

Eddie’s weight against you is nearly crushing, but you can only pay attention to the feeling of his hard, heavy cock twitching in your grasp as you stroke him. 

“Christ, feels amazing. Fuck, baby…” The pet name leaves him without hesitation. He chokes on his own moans, incoherent praises falling from his lips as he desperately splays his palm against the tree for leverage. His eyes follow the motion of you spitting into your hand, before you’re covering his dick in bubbly spit. “O-Oh, shit… that’s hot. Motherfuckin’ Ozzy… m’fuck, you’re jerking me off s-so well. God, I wonder how — wonder how tight you are…”

“Want you…” You confess, mewling in pleasure as his other palm kneads at your ass. “I bet you taste so good, Eddie.”

“Fuck yeah, I do.” He groans needily, breaths stuttering in his throat as you sink to your knees. Leaves crunch beneath your limbs, sharp twigs digging into your calves as Eddie watches you tug his jeans lower down his hips. “Listen, o-once you put your mouth on me… I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop.”

“Mmm, stop what?” You innocently bat your lashes at him, gently flicking your tongue against his reddened head. 

“To stop fucking your throat.” Eddie’s mouth falls ajar as soon as he feels you take him in. “I just… crap, I can’t help it. Just no self-control… please, let me fuck it? Yeah? Is that okay?” He whimpers. “Oh, you’re such a good girl, Y/N. Giving me all I-I want… fuck, can’t wait to get my hands on you…” Spit dribbles from your chin as you gag around him, feeling his dick poke against the back of your throat while he places his hands on either side of your head. “Look at you, baby. On your knees in the middle of t-the fucking forest… patiently waiting to have your entire mouth stuffed… s’what good girls do, don’t they?”

You scratch at the tattoos on his thighs as he gives one hard thrust into your face, nearly doubling back from the sudden force. Breathe. Just breathe through it. His cock isn’t necessarily too thick, but the length — god, he could split you open. 

Eight inches, curve angling to the left, you can literally feel him prodding and poking at the inside of your cheek. Your fingers are curling against his skin, pornographic sounds erupting from the both of you as Eddie guides your head up and down his dick. 

“Oh… little witch,” He chuckles devilishly, wiping the tears away from your eyes as he gently inches his cock further into your mouth. Sadist. “Don’t cry, it’s supposed to feel good. You like this, don’t you? God, what would all our classmates say if they walked in on this right now?” You nearly yelp as he pushes himself deeper into you, your knees giving out from under you so that you’re sat upright against the tree. “The super intelligent, super hot, senior class president… getting her mouth f-fucked by the resident freak… oh, just imagine the drama.” 

Your legs are crudely spread open, dress covered in dirt and leaves as Eddie continues thrusting into your throat. All you can smell is him. All you can think about is Eddie Munson. How embarrassingly satisfying this all feels — just as much for you as for him. 

“Fuck, Y/N. Your mouth is just… Christ, you’re perfect, aren’t you? Perfect thing. Perfect throat. Probably with an even better pussy… the things I wanna do to you. F-Fuck’s sake, you’re gonna make me cum if you keep looking at me like that, sweetheart.” He quickly pulls away, and it’s absolutely pathetic how you instinctively chase after his cock with your tongue until he’s tugging you up onto your feet. “Pretty girl, oh, look at you… wish you could see how messy you look right now. So fucking hot, so fucking dirty, you are.”

“E-Eddie…” You whimper as his teeth pinch at your collarbones, marking the tops of your breasts until he’s grown feral at the sight of his hickies on your skin. His dick is hard against your thigh, and only then are you reminded of how your cunt is helplessly throbbing at the sight of it. “Please, I… please, need you inside m-me…”

His hand roughly grasps at your chin.

“Yeah? Aw, you’re a needy thing, aren’t you? Such a filthy mouth for a good little slut…” He chuckles, mirroring your pout as his grip tightens. “Maybe we should wash it out, hm? All this flattery is just getting to my head. Come on. Say, ah.”

“Ah…” You moan as he spits onto your tongue, a string of saliva connecting your bottom lips together before he’s pulling you in for another heated kiss. His hands are bruising, his fingers cruel, his touch burning. “Please, Eddie…”

“Please what?”

“Please touch my — my…”

He smirks lustfully, brushing the moisture away from your lashes. “Oh, your pussy? Anything for you, sweetheart.” You yelp as he suddenly turns you around, cock twitching against your clothed ass. He pushes against you, walking you over to the rickety picnic table until you’re bent over the edge. “Boutta treat you so well, Y/N. Just relax for me. Gonna put my fingers inside you, is that cool?” You nod wordlessly, splinters digging into your palms as Eddie flips up your dress, hissing at the sight of your exposed cunt. “No… no panties, huh? Seriously? Fuck, you’re gonna kill me. Such a pretty ass… pretty holes…” He groans, swiping his thumb over your clit. You jolt at the sensation, shoulders heaving as he quickly swirls it over your entrance. “You’re so wet and already so sensitive… s’driving me insane. How am I ever gonna last?”

You cry out when he pushes his middle finger into you, juices squelching around his rings as he slowly fucks the nimble digit in and out of your sopping pussy. “F-Fuck, Eddie… I… feels so g-good, baby.”

“Yeah? Baby, huh? Love hearing you talk me through it. Tell me, have you always fantasized getting fingered out here? That’s a little sick in the head, don’t you think? And they call me a freak…” You glance at him over your shoulder, moaning unapologetically as he adds another finger. “Mmm, alright, you’re getting a bit loud. Fuck, you want that party to catch us? Catch us making a mess of each other back here… making each other feel so, so good?”

You knew Eddie had a dark, dirty side to him. There was no way he didn't have one, especially when he’d come to school dressed like that — chains on display for girls and guys to gawk at, rings decorating his fingers like they were his favorite asset. 

Yeah. He’s just as fucked in the head, maybe even more. 

You’re just glad you get to be the one to experience it.

“I don’t care. Let them hear us… fuck — it’s just…. oh, god… your fingers are just… they fill me so well. Just imagine your… your cock inside me, just wrecking my cunt, until I can’t take it anymore.” Eddie grabs you by the throat, letting his hand fall to your breasts and stomach as you fuck yourself on his fingers. “Oh, please, please, please!”

“Are you gonna cum? God, you’re having so much fun right now, you can’t even speak. Answer me, baby.” He cooes, the tip of his cock pressing against the sore cheek of your ass. 

You screw your eyes shut, zeroing in on the pulsing pressure in your cunt. “Y-Yes! If you keep — if you keep touching me like that, I’m gonna…”

“No, you aren’t. You’re not gonna cum for me just yet.” 

“But…”

“Nu-uh, no, no cumming.” Eddie’s mouth hovers over your ear. “Good girls cum when they're supposed to. Don’t change up on me now, Y/N. You’ve been doing so well.”

“I’m s-sorry, I can’t… can’t hold it…” You let out a strangled grunt when his fingers dig into your pulse points, fully constricting your airway as he hooks an arm around your stomach and pulls you to his chest. “Eddie, please. Wanna — wanna cum for you, just this once, an exception…”

“An exception? Sweetheart, I don’t even know you.” His eyes nearly roll back into his skull when your ass desperately grinds against him, your hand coming to rest back on his thigh as he subconsciously rocks against your shivering frame. “Fuck, but I guess I-I can try to get to know you, make it worth my while… an exception, tonight only. S’okay, Y/N. You can cum for me. Cum all you want, as hard as you need to.”

As soon as your thighs quiver around his hand, he lets go of your throat, using his now-free one to circle over your clit. You hadn’t even realized he’d been using three fingers to fuck your cunt — shit, when did that ever happen? 

His mouth is hot against the slope of your shoulder, mirroring your mewls as you come undone all over his rings and knuckles. The heavy silver drips with your juices, slick coating the soft heel of his palm and the shuddering tip of Eddie’s aching cock. Your face is glazed over, chest rising and falling deeply as you collapse over the edge of the table in pure bliss.

“Fuck… fuck, that was so… good…” Eddie turns you in your hands, hoisting you up on the surface and barely giving you time to recover before you feel something slip between your folds. “Oh!” His thick head splits you open, a satisfying sting running through your body as he bottoms out and molds himself against your front. “E-Eddie!”

“I’m sorry. I know, I know it’s a lot for you, sweetheart…” He cups his hand over your mouth, muffling your sobs as he stills inside you. “Feels good though, yeah? Fuck, I can feel you squeezin’ me — holy shit, baby. Is this what you wanted? Is this your — your definition of Halloween tradition… getting your pussy filled up with my cock? You love it. You fucking love it, I can tell. I just couldn’t wait to have you… and it’s everything I-I could’ve ever dreamed of.”

“S’big, s’too big, Eds…”

“Hey, I got you…” He whispers, cradling your jaw in his palm. His warm, big eyes meet yours, a comforting brown lulling you into a trance as he thumbs at your lip. He leans in to kiss you, mouth slow and patient against yours as you gasp into him. “Gonna t-take care of you, promise. You’re gonna look so… so fucking hot with my… cum just drippin’ out…”

Eddie jerks his cock into you, before thrusting the rest of his length inside without forewarning. You cry out, vision blurring as he picks your witch hat off of the empty bench and places it on your head. “There we go, little witch… scream all you want, cry all you want… they won’t h-hear you…” Eddie pants out, purring as you reach under his shirt and run your nails down his toned stomach. “Not when they’re — fuck, blasting that awful fucking music… 

“E-Eddie! Holy f-fucking shit!”

“Oh, such a shame they won’t hear all the pretty noises we make together.”

Your legs wrap around his hips, boots digging into the fabric of his cape as he fucks you hard into the creaking table. He rests his forehead to yours, nudging your nose with a sudden and sweet tenderness that has your walls fluttering around his prick.

Eddie Munson is ruthlessly fucking you in the forest.

And he’s fucking you hard.

Your hat is falling into your face. His lean arms are the only thing keeping you upright, the lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin and pornographic moans filling the woodsy atmosphere. His cock pounds into your g-spot over and over again, thrusts sloppy and amateur as Eddie rests your ankles onto his shoulders for better access to your cunt.

Sure, you got up to bad things on Halloween… but this? This certainly takes the cake. 

It’s absolute filth — with his long hair sticking to your sweaty skin, the stench of wet soil fighting Eddie’s musky cologne, the slick between your thighs as you cum for a second time around his length, milking him to his very-much-needed orgasm. 

You can’t tell if it’s a grunt or a sob or a moan, but Eddie buries the noises against your tender neck, hips bucking lazily as he finally releases his spill into your pussy. He stutters and pulsates inside you, the angry head of his cock throbbing as he comes down from his high.

“Jesus, M-Mary, and Ozzy…” Eddie sighs out, whimpering while you lay back against the table and wipe the runny mascara away from your eyes. His own eyeliner is smudged too — almost a little too racoon-y for his liking — but it doesn’t matter. 

Doesn’t matter when his cum is seeping out of your cunt and onto the wooden tabletop beneath you. Doesn’t matter when he watches you physically shake from your orgasm and takes in the sight of your bloodied knees.

Definitely doesn’t matter when you glance down at him and give him the prettiest fucked-out smile he’s ever seen. 

Yeah, that’s for sure staying ingrained in his head.

“Fucking hell.” You breathe out, biting the nail of your thumb as Eddie gently nudges his seed back into your pussy with his fingers, obviously distracted. “Hey.”

How could he make such a dirty act seem absolutely innocent?

He shyly returns the grin, pulling his boxers and jeans up before he’s wrestling with the chains around his belt buckle. “Hey, you.”

“Help me up?” You stick your palm out, mirroring the same manner of the handshake you had given him in your first twenty seconds of speaking to each other. Eddie effortlessly pulls you off of the table, keeping a cautious arm around your waist when your legs start to wobble beneath you. “Thanks.”

“No problem.”

You take note of the way his nose lingers by the top of your head, inhaling your scent with a sudden yearning that makes your heart quicken when you bump against his chest.

Awkward clearings of throats, shy double takes and silent gazes at each other as you fix your wild appearances. Eddie’s unsure of what to say — goodbye? Farewell? Thank you? See you again?

God, would it be so lame if he wanted the last option?

But you beat him to it, syllables nervously strung together as you toy with his devil-horn headband in your hands. “Well, you, um, definitely lived up to tradition.”

“Did I now? Honestly just wondering how no one heard us.”

“Come on, it’s Halloween night in the middle of a haunted forest.” You blink up at him, fixing the rim of your witch hat as he peers down at you. “Have you ever seen a horror movie? You never go towards the screaming. It’s like the number one, all-time logical rule.”

Eddie waves a hand around, laughing comfortably at your presence of lightheartedness. “Oh, yeah. Never. For sure.” He huffs, glancing at his shoes before locking onto your soft eyes. His brain haywires at the sight of your doting expression, a contrast to the filthy-mouthed girl he had just been dealing with earlier. “Never.”

Snap out of it.

You clear your throat, dusting the front of your dress off as Eddie squares his shoulders and straightens his back. “So… then… I guess…”

He points at the dirt path leading to the party. “Right…” 

“I’ll…”

“See you around?” He coughs out in a hopeful tone.

You don’t answer, just slowly stride past him with crunchy footsteps and a youthful smirk.

Then you’re suddenly turning on your heels and barrelling back to him, a warm hand cupping his jaw as you press a chaste kiss to his cheekbone. Eddie savors the moment, refusing to shut his eyes when you reach up on your tippy-toes and slip his horned headband back onto his mess of curls.

He looks at you as if you’ve just killed him. “You’re really something, you know that?”

Your stomach flutters. “Look, I enjoyed… tonight. And I… if ever you… you wanted to continue tradition…”

“Yeah?” He raises a brow.

“I mean, like… it doesn’t have to be yearly and it doesn’t have to be Halloween, but I…” You take a deep breath, letting your fingers trail down his jaw before your hand falls limp at your side. “I enjoyed. That’s it. And whenever you feel a bit… festive…” You exhale loudly, glancing away as Eddie tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “Just come looking for me.”

You’re being absolutely serious with him.

“Okay.”

“Good.” You turn back and make a beeline for the party, unable to hide the blossoming smile on your face when you hear the familiar hymn of Eddie’s voice abruptly calling out your name. “Yes?”

A glimmering object is tossed in your direction, landing in your palms as you instinctively reach out to catch it. 

His lighter.

“Keep it. It’s all yours.” 

Somehow, your grin widens even more. “I’ll see you around, then.”

Maybe Eddie Munson is a Halloween kind-of-guy. So, fuck Valentine’s, because he could get used to this. Used to you. Either way, he’s glad that he’s still got more game than Jeff and Gareth — not that he seriously doubted it in the first place, but the assurance is there.

Turns out the sexy, red gothic devil worked out for him in the end, anyways.

“See you around, little witch.”

I support women's wrongs.

Hello!

I’d like to request a fic:

Steve/Reader/Eddie porn? I literally don’t care the circumstances I just need it. Maybe you’re dating one and they know you’re hot for the other so they invite them into the bedroom as a present? You all meet at a party get drunk or high and fuck? Who knows

Summary: Eddie gives you Steve as a birthday present.

Warnings: Smut, pet names, oral, overstimulation (f), threesome, praise kink.

Beta Reader(s): @hellfiremunsonn , @ayejaye20 , @eddiesdungeon

MINORS DNI. 18+ ONLY

It was your birthday, and the party was in full swing. It was a few hours in now, and you were pretty toasted; pretty high. On your neck sat the gorgeous necklace your boyfriend had given you, and around your wrist was a bracelet he'd made. You loved Eddie and the way he was talented in so many ways. 

You giggled at something one of your friends said, still sober enough to understand what was going on, at least. You never planned on getting black out drunk; that would be no fun. 

You felt him before you heard him; his arm slipping around your waist; his hair tickling your cheek, and his breath on your ear as he leaned in close to whisper to you. 

"Got one more present for you, baby. Let's shut this thing down." His voice was husky, and you knew what he meant. 

You nodded with a grin. Birthday sex was probably one of the best kinds of sex. Well, sex in celebration of anything was always amazing, but then again, sex with Eddie was always something to celebrate. 

The two of you began thanking people for coming and ushering them out. Of course you didn't want anyone to hear your loud moans while he pummeled into you. Plus, it was getting late, nearing three A.M., and people should be heading home. 

You said goodbye to all of your friends with hugs and birthday wishes. Soon, you were alone with Eddie. 

"C'mon, sweetheart. Let's get the real party started." He teased you, taking your hand. 

You rolled your eyes and gave his hand a squeeze as he led you to your shared room. 

He shut the door behind you and kissed you, backing you up until your knees hit the bed and you sat, his lips never leaving yours. His hands ghosted down your sides, fingers hooking at the bottom of your shirt before pulling it up and off of you. 

He looked down at you, smirking, his hands reaching for your breasts. He squeezed them through your bra, pressed them together. You rolled your eyes and reached behind you, unhooking it, and letting the straps slide down your arms. 

"Someone's eager. Don't want a little bit of teasing?" He asked playfully, tossing your bra away carelessly as he leaned in to kiss you. 

You shook your head, a pout forming at your lips. He kissed it away, his hands resting on your breasts once more and squeezing, pinching your nipples between his long fingers. 

You moaned softly, feeling the coolness of his rings against your skin. 

"That's my girl." He whispered to you, leaning in to kiss at your neck. Even though you'd just told him you didn't want teasing, here he was, softly playing with your nipples as his lips devoured your neck. 

You pressed your thighs together and swallowed. You were getting wet. 

His teeth scraped your skin and you gasped, your hands finding purchase on his strong arms. You squeezed them, rubbing your thighs together.

"I see you, baby. You gettin' wet for me?" He asked, his voice low. 

You nodded, whimpering softly as he sucked a mark into your throat.  

"Good girl." He chuckled, sliding his hand from your breast down to press between your legs. 

You gasped, and he took the opportunity to kiss you again. He kissed you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth as his fingers softly rubbed your clit through your panties, your skirt hiking up slightly at the motion. 

You moaned into his mouth, so lost in what was going on that you didn't hear the door open. 

But Eddie did, and he broke the kiss, turning his head to look. His hand never stopped on your clit, like he didn't care who saw. 

"Harrington, you're late." He mused. 

You flushed deeply, lifting an arm to cover your breasts and pressing your thighs together around Eddie's hand. 

"Sorry, had to make sure Robin got in a taxi. She was pretty wasted." He laughed as he stepped in and shut the door behind him. Your eyes locked with his, and he flushed this time. 

"What-" you started, but Eddie didn't let you finish. 

"He's your birthday present, baby. I know how sexy you find him." He chuckled.

"Eddie-" you whined softly. 

"What, sweetheart? I talked to him about it and he agreed. Said he couldn't keep his eyes off of you either." Eddie grinned down at you. 

Your face was burning bright red. 

"Come on over, Harrington. Let's give her the best birthday." 

Steve took a few steps towards the two of you before his fingers began plucking at the buttons on his shirt. Your mouth watered as his chest was slowly revealed, inch by inch, as each button was slipped through its loop. 

He slid it off of his arms and let it drop on the floor. You swallowed, your eyes devouring his chest, his abdomen, in all its glory. 

Your pussy clenched around nothing. Fuck, this was hot. 

"I felt that." Eddie laughed, as he started his fingers up again. You slowly released your thighs, letting them spread open again. 

"Good girl," Eddie cooed.

Steve climbed onto the bed with a shy smile and leaned in to kiss you, his hands going to your breasts. His touch was different from Eddie's. His was softer, but still firm. He squeezed you, and you moaned softly into his mouth. 

You'd be lying if you said you hadn't dreamt of this before. 

"Lay her back, Harrington." Eddie said. 

Steve did as told, guiding you until you were laying on your back and leaning over you to keep his lips on yours. 

Eddie tugged at your skirt, and you lifted your hips to help him get it off, along with your panties, and soon you were naked. 

Calloused fingers ran up your thighs as Eddie spread your legs for him. You could feel his lips on your skin, kissing slowly down the plain of your leg until he reached your heat. 

His tongue gave a testing kitten lick. Your back arched slightly. He pushed your thighs apart even wider. 

"Alright, Harrington. She's ready for us." Eddie sounded way too smug. 

Steve broke the kiss and slid down to stand next to Eddie. 

"Scoot up, baby." Steve whispered. You did, obediently, scooting back until your head was on the pillows. 

Both boys climbed up onto the bed once their shoes were kicked off and they leaned over you in tandem. 

Holy shit.

Their shoulders pressed together as they got closer to your aching cunt, both looking up at you. Eddie, looking smug, and Steve looking very turned on. 

Then, their tongues were on you. Both of them. Sharing space as they worked together to lick at your clit. 

"Fuck," you moaned. You could feel them both so well, tongues flicking and sliding on each side of your clit and you knew you could see that they were practically making out, too. 

A ringed finger entered your hole, then a second, skinnier one followed. What the fuck had the two of these guys planned? How had they planned it? 

They worked well together, fingers curling as Eddie's pressed in when Steve's pulled out, Steve's pushing in as Eddie's slid out. They were finger fucking you right into that spongey spot inside you that made your toes curl and your back arch. 

Your fingers found handfuls of each of their hair, as you moaned loudly for them. Just for them. 

They were working you so close to your edge, fingers speeding up like they were communicating through their minds. 

You tugged their hair, crying out as your orgasm got closer and closer and closer, until finally one last lick - you didn't know who it was from - sent you careening over the edge. Your juices shot from you, painting each of their faces in your wet as the most heavy orgasm of your life hit you. 

Your thighs twitched, pussy pulsing and clenching around their fingers as they worked you through it, not caring that their faces were wet. 

"Stop, stop, stop!" You whimpered at them once the overstimulation set in.

But they didn't. They kept working you. You whined loudly, tugging their hair roughly as you choked out moans, your legs kicking softly beneath them. 

"Please," you almost sobbed, but you didn't know what you were asking for, especially as your orgasm began building again. 

They worked you through your climax, not stopping until their faces were dripping with the juices that shot from your body.

They both pulled back with grins on their lips. 

"Good girl," Eddie praised you as your chest heaved. 

You stared at them, blissed out, as they both began working their belts and zippers open. Oh yeah. They were still gonna fuck you. 

You panted softly, sitting up to watch them. 

They were both naked within a few moments, and climbing back on the bed. 

Your eyes landed on Steve's cock. It was thinner than Eddie's, but a little longer. You swallowed the drool that threatened to drip from the corner of your lips. 

"Hands and knees, love." Eddie told you, and you flipped over, holding yourself up on your hands as Eddie positioned in front of you, and Steve behind you. 

You swallowed as your hand grasped Eddie's cock, stroking it a few times before you pressed your lips to the tip, your tongue snaking out to taste him. You moaned softly. 

The crinkling of a condom wrapper brought you to your senses and you looked up at Eddie before turning your head to look at Steve. "Don't." You told him, before turning back to continue your work on your boyfriend. 

You slid your mouth past his tip, suckling softly as you stroked him. You felt Steve's hands on your hips, squeezing you softly, before one left to guide himself to your dripping hole. 

He slipped in, and you moaned, your back arching as you felt his long length fill you up. He pressed immediately into your g-spot, which made you clench around him. He made a soft noise in turn. 

You took more of Eddie into your mouth as he took a handful of your hair, gripping it tightly in his fingers as you slowly fucked him with your mouth. 

Steve started thrusting, too, trying to match your pace. 

You moaned around Eddie as your overstimulated pussy was fucked into. Your eyes closed until Eddie patted your cheek. 

"Eyes up here, doll." He told you, grinning down at you. 

You kept your eyes on him as Steve thrusted a little harder, your brow furrowing in pleasure. 

This was the best birthday present ever. 

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Ari (part I)

Ari & Sunshine

Pairing: Dark!Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader

Summary: You underestimate how much your boyfriend wants to have a family with you, and that mistake will cost you greatly 

Warnings: Dark!Ari, age gap (reader is mid 20’s and Ari late 30’s), pet names, inappropriate way of putting on a condom, dirty talk, smut, first consensual and then I’m calling Non-con because Ari will remove his condom without telling you, oral sex (m receiving), cum eating, breeding kink (heavy), talk and discussion about contraceptives, angst, cursing, messy breakup, slight daddy kink, implied kidnapping.

Wordcount: 6.3 k

You opened your eyes with the morning sun peeking through your bedroom window, its golden rays hitting perfectly the handsome face of your boyfriend

“Morning handsome” you greeted leaning in to kiss him on his soft lips giggling when his thick beard tickled you 

“Morning sunshine” he purred. His husky voice from comfortable hours of sleep and his satisfied face were two of your favorite things in the whole world. He leaned and took you hungry lips on his, kissing you roughly in a second. Well a morny with Ari was your third favorite thing. He made you turn until your back was to the bed, and he got over you, almost crushing you under his weight, but you love that

“Wait, Ari” you giggled, with him still on top of you, kissing and nibbling on your neck

“What?” he purred, his voice deep with hunger

“I need you to wear a condom” you murmured, feeling his hardness against the inside of your thigh

“Why?” he whined, deep in pleasure

“I forgot my pills” you moaned, when one of his big, rough hands traveled under your shirt, groping at your tit, his thumb and index finger pinching your nipple. At the same time he nibbled at that special spot around your neck that your mind teleport into a galaxy in which only pleasure existed 

“I’m sure it will be fine” he said, his other hand teasingly grabbing the hem of your panties under your night shirt

“No, the window is very small, I don’t want to risk it” you explain, trying hard not to get lost in the pleasure. You interrupted yourself with a deep moan, when his rough fingers rubbed your entrance, teasingly, your juices coating his fingers

“You are getting soaking wet,” he teased, “you like the danger, don’t you?”

“No I don’t” you giggled, but moaned again when his slippery fingers found their way inside you

“You want your daddy to fill you up” he continued, his lust blown eyes looking right at you 

“Ari, I’m serious” you pleaded, though your hand found it’s way inside his gray cotton pants, your fingers encountered his thick cock, heated and already leaking for you 

“Baby please, you know how much I love fucking you raw” he purred stealing kisses from your mouth and all around your face

“And you do so every day, but now, you’ll use a condom” you said, your voice sounded as serious as you intended. Ari stopped his administrations to look at your face, searching for any trace of weakness, and fortunately he didn’t find any

He took a deep sigh 

“Ok” he grumbled, visibly annoyed. That made your stomach twist a little bit, but you understood that it was morning, and he was hard, and very aroused, so you just let it slide as he removed yourself a little bit to reach for the nightstand, where you knew he had condoms. He didn’t use any with you since you made your relationship official, or he did sometimes when he wanted to… “Use your back door” 

He grabbed a silvery package and leaned over you again

“You can take me to my place to grab the pills later” you said softly, with an apologetic smile on your lips, you didn’t even know why you were apologizing, or sort of. Ari loomed over you, opening the condom gently

“Wanna help out honey?” he purred, you grabbed him by his shoulders and got him off of you, managing for him to lay down on the bed, and you on top this time

“Let’s see about this” you purred, you grabbed the prophylactic from his hands, and put it on his already leaking tip, and then you leaned in until you could feel the smell of latex on you, and you used your mouth, carefully hiding your teeth with your lips, closing them over his tip, and then you suck down, covering his dick with the condom, putting it on him 

“Damn that is so fucking hot” you heard him moan, when you managed to reach the base of his cock, your throat taking him deep. You were kind of proud, well, it had been months of practicing taking him until you could finally do it. 

 “See?” you purred when you released him, making sure the condom was intact and well placed on him, “It isn’t so bad.” You recognize the hungry look in your eyes, just in time for him to sit up on the bed, grabbing your lips with his in a searing kiss. He roughly grabbed you and dropped you on all fours on the bed. You liked it when he got a little bit rough with you. Ari was 6’4, and he was… big, so the fact that he could manhandle you whenever and however he wanted to was just hot to you.

You shrieked when he slapped you in your ass your skin instantly burn and with almost shame you felt yourself getting wetter

“Fuck Sunshine, you are going to drown me” he mocked. his fingers sneaking towards your entrance. As soon as you feel them gaining entrance to your greedy and wiping pussy you grind against his hand, gaining you another slap. You let out another playful shriek, moving more towards him

“Ari please stop teasing me” but he only curled his fingers inside of you, grazing that spot he could find so easily once he found it the very first he was with you

“Oh you are needy are you?” he asked sweetly

“Yes” you purred, bending your back so your ass was more in display for him 

He didn't want to make you wait anymore and without even thinking, he sunk his thick length. Your walls hugged him tightly like a fucking fist and he grunted at the feeling. If he weren’t wearing a condom he could slip right in, you were so wet, always so wet for him. 

But as you moaned into the sheets under you, he took himself out of you. You whined shamesly. 

“Ari” you called, he only smirked, watching his covered cock with mischievousness 

“Let me do this baby” he purred, and then he fucked you again, twice, only to leave your pussy weeping again

“Why?” you whined, you wanted him so badly and he was only teasing you 

“My needy little girl,” he purred. Repeating the action, and your pussy clenching around nothing when he took himself out. You wanted to cry, but then. You felt him opening you up again. You whined pornographically when he didn’t retreat instead he stood inside you as long as he could and then he started pounding into you roughly

You could get a sheet burn in your face of how rough he was pounding into you, but you didn’t care, your eyes rolled back in your head when you felt the head of his cock graze that spot that made your legs start shaking. The sound of your skins slapping against each other belonged in the hottest porno. Fuck, he could be inside of you forever and ll you’ll be able to say is “yes please”

“Ari” you called, needy for him in your most intricate desires

“Fuck I love you sweet girl” he chanted between trhusts

“I love youuu” you moaned when you cummed hrd, clamping down trying to swallow his thick cock

“Oh fuck” he cursed, your grip was so tight you made him cum. He grabs your hips keeping you tight against him. And then he finally took himself out of you making you wince.

You heard the sound of the rubber being pulled off of him, but you also had a strange feeling inside of you, you felt extra wet… just like when…

“Ari?” you called, when your fingers traveled to the cum falling down your thighs, “What happened?” 

“Nothing” he said, smiling softly. and leaned in to kiss you deeply. “You just were too wet for me baby,” You giggled into his mouth as he gently placed himself on top of you. You loved when he did that, just laid his weight on top of you

“I love you” he murmured covering your body whole with his

“I love you too” you moaned

“I love that you are here, in our home” 

“Our?” you asked, with a wide smile

“Oh yes” he mumbled, kissing your temple 

Ari had a beautiful house right outside a small town in the state of New York, it was in the middle of nowhere, but it was so peaceful. It wasn't a secret he wanted a big family, and he built it on his own for that purpose, it was a big house. 2 stories, 4 bedrooms, a home office a dining room, living room, a most informal TV room and an american kitchen 

He always invited you over on the weekends when you had saturday and sunday free, so you could spend the entire weekend on eachother embrace fucking and cuddling, it was almost hedonistic and you loved it, and you loved him. He would cook for you, care for you, everything you could ever ask for. Of course in turn you’d care for him when he visited you in the city 

You spend the rest of Saturday morning in bed until your stomachs began to growl demanding for food 

“pancakes” you just growled

“Its 1 pm” he said mockingly

“Brunch then” you moaned when he retracted his weight from you. You finally turned in the bed to see him standing. He went to the bathroom and you dress with what you had in hand; some cotton pants and Ari’s hoodie that was too many sizes bigger than you but adored wearing anyways, while he went down o cook something for the both of you 

You didn’t know what was up with you, but every weekend your sexual drive was trough the roof, when you came down to see him in the kitchen only wearing cotton grey pants hanging low in those hips, cooking pancakes in that hot pan, you only wanted to devour him whole. He only raised his gaze a second and smirked when he saw that unmistakingly horny look in your eyes

“You are a menace” he chuckled, and you only smiled wickedly. you walked until your chest was stuck to his back, hugging him, the tip of your fingers caressing his soft but thick abs, and your hands traveled south. You heard him growled when you reached his half hard cock over his pants, “(Y/N)” he warned, his voice husky, and what enlightened you more is that he didn’t stop his movements, he kept cooking like his cock wasn’t growing inside of his pants when you grabbed him tightly. 

“Let compensate you” you purred, your fingers expectedly drawing the hem of his joggers down, releasing his already hard. you surrounded him, and got to your knees, and to make things even more interesting, you took the hoodie off, your naked nipples got hard because of the chill air in the cold kitchen. You looked up at him and you encountered his dark gaze

“You better not burn those pancakes” you warned, your hand lazily grabbing his shaft and squeezing just the amount you know he liked. He just smiled 

“I wont- Fuuuck” he interrupted himself when you licked a strip from his base to the tip of him, finally getting him into your mouth. “Shit baby” with just the tip between your lips you used your tongue to go around the mushroom shape, and that made his thighs shake like you knew it would, you sabored the precum leaking from his tip right into your tongue, moaning at his taste. 

Then you took as far as you could down your throat, gagging and slobbering all over him, you knew he liked it messy. Your drool was already leaking, you felt his big hand grabbing your hair, pushing you down, taking him whole until your nose was against the wiry hairs of his pelvis. Your eyes cried because of the lack of oxygen and your throat constricted against him. Your gaze was tunneling because of the lack of oxygen, and he finally released you. 

A fine line of drool was still connecting his twitching cock and your mouth 

“Ari” you called, looking up at him, he looked down at you with a wicked smile, “You want to cum inside me?” you asked, with your finger fathering the saliva and his precum for your chin and taking up to your mouth 

“you know I do” he whined, his hand caressing the back of your head

“Or you want to feed it to me?” you asked with a shy smile, blowjobs eyes at him. One of your hands caressing his shaft lazyly, and the other squeezing his balls

“Oh Sunshine” he whined, needy, “You are going to be the death of me” he purred. You smiled and took him in your mouth again, bobbing your head up and down his shaft, moaning, savoring him. 

You didn’t know it then of course, but he briefly thought about how easy it would be for him to just grab you and spread you over the counter and fuck his cum into you, but he didn’t, he didn’t want to scare you, he didn’t want to upset you. So he just looked down at you, devouring his cock

“I’m going to cum,” if you only knew what you provoked him. You then release him, saliva dripping from your mouth and all over the corner of your lips, your teary eyes, hell you were a vision, his vision. He looked down at your chest, he couldn’t wait until they were full for him, for his baby inside of you, shit.

He massaged his cock, helping you speed up, and releasing his thick ropes of cum into your mouth and at your cheeks and chin. You moaned pornographically as you tasted him, loving the feeling of him dripping from your mouth and face, messing you up. He kept his eyes on the stove, still cooking your breakfast, but he took his gaze into you, watching you clean yourself up with your fingers and swallowing all down 

After you cleaned yourself (for real). you shared your breakfast calmly, like nothing had happened, like you just didn’t suck him dry right on the other side of the kitchen island, and you share complacent looks over your orange juices. 

He announced that he was going to take a shower, and you wanted to join him but you knew if you did, none of you would ever be able to do nothing for the entire day, and you knew he had errands to run, so just stayed cleaning the kitchen while he got showered and dressed.As you finished up putting all the utensils away. you felt his presence at your back, surrounding you with his big arms

“Sunshine, I'll ride into town for a bit, ok?” he mumble against your temple, kissing it gently

“Would you mind getting my pills?” you asked him sweetly, he only smiled

“Of course,” he kissed you tenderly. caressing your face, you kissed him again and when it just about to turn good, he released you and walked away

“Love you!” he greeted already at the doo

“Love you more!” you answered back, and just like that he left you there 

It wasn’t strange for you to stay at his place, so you did what he did, you took a shower, cleaned yourself up nicely, and then you got dressed. You wonder what to do now, looking around. You really liked Ari’s house and you preened when he called it “ours” his and yours. 

It was equally scary, you didn’t know if you were ready for that yet. But you loved him so much 

You walked down the stairs and your gaze stopped at the door that led to the basement. And you wondered what could that door hide. It’s the only room in the house you haven't been in. So with a smile, you opened, revealing a set of stairs leading down. You turned up the lights and went down  cautiously, you didn’t want to trip or something, and what you found down there…

Was a boring new basement. Cement floor and walls, some boxes, and an old bookshelf filled with construction tools. Nothing interesting really, some old furniture from his parents’ old place. Everything is quite boring. The house was new, so so was the basement, it had nothing creepy about, so you just turned around and went back up the stairs 

You got installed by Ari’s home computer, to answer some emails with your thesis advisor and some about your own work. And that’s how the time went by until Ari came back home. You jumped to receive him, happy with his return and let it show with a deep kiss and hanging yourself up into his body like a koala

“You miss me Sunshine?” you purred

“Yes handsome” you answered back

“Let’s have some dinner,” he released you, dropping you back on your feet, “but first…There you go,” Ari said softly, offering you a brand new package from the pharmacy.

“Thank you Ari” you muttered softly, leaning in to kiss his cheek.

“Now go and take that pill” he said playfully, smacking your ass gently, inviting you to go up. You giggled as you ran up the stairs, directly to the bathroom

You opened the package and the cardboard flap of the box was a little bent, but you didn’t think much of it. You continued your actions to open the package. Placing the sticker for the days of the week over the top perfectly, you opened the first day, the orange little pill jumping to your hand. You took it without thinking too much of it, leaving the blister on the edge of the sink. As you gulped the glass of water, you dropped the package, that hit the floor, followed by the sound of the pills spreading rolling in the tiles

“What the…?” You drop to your knees to gather the pills, that’s when you realize the silver part of the blister had totally separated from the plastic, you took it to look at it closely, admiring how it had been tampered with, it wasn’t sealed, somebody just glued it together.

You stood up, reaching for your phone in your back pocket and looking the name of your pills on the internet. The color of the ones that were all over the floor were a little shade lighter than the ones you usually take.

“No, no, no” you looked into the pharmacy bag that you had thrown away, the receipt still stuck to the paper bag. 

1 package of contraceptive pills, 1 package of placebo 

“What the hell” without doing anything to control it, tears started to fall from your eyes down your cheeks. You gathered your evidence, a blinding rage taking a hold on you. 

This, plus the condom incident… 

It was too much. You went down the stairs trying to calm yourself down, but everything just went down the drain when you found Ari just smiling at you. behind the kitchen island, gathering ingredients

“Ari, what is this?” you asked, the silver paper falling off the box, as you showed it to him. He frowned, looking at what you were showing him carefully 

“It must be a bad badge from the laboratory or something” he said dismissively

“Why would someone in the lab tamper with this?” you asked

“Tamper?” he asked, “Maybe they just used a bad glue or something, I don’t know” 

“And what about the placebo pills you bought?” You asked him then, he clearly wasn’t taking the blame you wanted to pin in him 

“I don’t know what you are talking about” he said, seriousness tainting his voice

“Ari, somebody replace my pills with placebo, did you do this?” He scoffed looking away from you

“Are you serious?” He asked

“Don’t freaking lie to me” you demanded, the level of your voice going up 

“I don’t…” he interrupted himself, looking straight at you, analyzing you, “c’mon Sunshine” 

“What?” You asked

“Is it that bad?” He asked then, with a devilish smile on his face

“What? knocking me up?” There was no turning bac, you were enraged

“He’s, would it be so bad?” 

“oh my god!” You screamed, “Ari, did you tamper with the condom as well?” you asked, and the second it took him to answer told you everything you needed. “Oh God!” you cried, “Ari! how could you do this?”

“I told you I didn’t want to use it!” he growled 

“I can’t forgive this,” you muttered, waving the faux package of pills in front of him, “This is a complete lack of… Ari, this is almost psychotic!” you yelled, tears welled in your eyes

“We both know we are in for the long run!” he explained, “Why wait?”

“You know perfectly well I don’t want kids” you answered, “Not yet, I wanted to finish my degree, travel, get a job!” 

“And I told you we could always travel wherever we want” he said like it meant anything, “You have a design degree you could always work from here, and we had talked about getting married, so why wait?” He said again

“Ari” you whined, your first tears falling from your eyes, “You tried to knock me up” you cried, “Perfectly knowing I wasn’t ready,” he stood quiet, watching you silently, “Why?”

“I want kids, I want a family, with you” You shook your head

“And I told you we should wait” you repeated, “That I wanted to wait”

“I don’t want to wait” he said firmly, his hands in his hips

 “You are scaring me right now” you muttered, so he softened his hard gaze

“Sunshine” he called

“It’s over” you murmured, looking straight at him, he looked surprised

“Sunshine, please” he murmured, but you just shook your head

“I can never trust you again,” you said bitterly. You made a mental list of the things you had in here, in his house, and you walked away from him to his room. You heard him follow you and that made your skin crawl but he didn’t stop you and only watched you and you grabbed everything that was yours and threw it inside the bag you brought for the weekend. 

“Sunshine,” he said softly, “we can work through this”

“No we can’t, '' you said bitterly, as you took some things from the bathroom and put them in your backpack. You closed it and took a long sigh, trying to keep the tears at bay 

“Goodbye Ari” 

You looked at the Plan B pill with dread, you knew what this kind of pill did to you and you weren’t looking forward  to spending a day in bed, but you took it nonetheless with a big gulp of water.

You wiped the bitter tears that fell down your cheeks, triggered by constant thoughts about Ari. wondering with a scared seated deep inside you. Why? Why would he do something like this? Why would he want to get you pregnant so badly? Well, he was way older than you, he was almost 40, and he did say he wanted to marry you, that he wanted a family, perhaps he was having a life crisis, scared of his age. You shook your head. He had been calling you a couple of times, no text, you knew he didn’t like to text. Another trait associated with his age, you thought.

You missed him, dearly, you believed he was your other half, but you will not forgive this, you couldn't, you shouldn’t, you wanted to, but you definitely will not. How could you trust him ever again? if he did those things he clearly will do it again.. How could you ever trust him again?

No, it was over

That made you sob in grief. You loved him, you thought he was going to be the man you’ll spend the rest of your life with . 

You didn’t want to think anymore, you wanted to go to sleep. you grabbed an old tshirt, three times your size that you used to sleep. you put on some shorts and got into bed. Ari´s smell invaded your nose, even after one week (the last time he was here), your bed still smells like him. You grabbed the pillow that he used and hugged it tightly, crying into it

You cried until you fell asleep 

Dark weeks went by in which you almost didn't know what to do. Ari had called you a couple of times but you didn’t answer, you didn’t want to. You couldn’t forgive him

Your heart ached inside your chest every time you thought of him. You missed him. So in order to move on, you tried to keep yourself busy, working in your personal projects, meeting with your college friends, to which you had to update into your new relationship status 

It still ached, when the weekend came and you missed Ari the most. Because you weren’t going to see him. SO you prepared yourself mentally to get to your empty apartment, already the title of a very violent movie in your mind so you wouldn’t have to think, so you can distract yourself, already calculating how long the frozen chicken nuggets were going to take to cook and if you had any beer left. 

You needed to drown yourself in things so you wouldn’t think about him. Which you couldn’t stop doing. You were thinking about him so much, he materialized in your living room when you entered your small apartment

Because it had to be a hallucination.  The big man just standing there

Right? You closed to door behind you as you looked at him like he was a ghost, because that what he was

“Hello Sunshine” he greeted. And you just shook, completely shocked, and now, really scared 

“Ari?” you called, he just smiled, and you realized then, he was truly there, in your home, “What are you doing here?”

“Well, I came to see you” he seemed he wanted to reach you, but you tensed in a way that made him stay there, only a few feet away from you 

“We are broken up,” you said carefully. You wanted to ask him how he got in but you knew he had a key, and you left so fast you forgot to ask him for it. 

“I know Sunshine” he said gently, lookin at you with that look that made your knees buckle, “I just miss you, I know you miss me, and I’m here to bring you home”

“Ari, I can’t trust you again” you said, frowning at his high opinion of himself, thinking he only had to show up fo you to forgive and forget, “This isn’t going to wok out, we want different things”

“I know that sweetheart” he said with a wide smile, “I think I can make you change your mind” he said, his smugness impressing you

“I love you with all my heart” you said, your voice as broken as your ticker. “But you did something awful to me,” he kept smiling as he walked towards you but you took two steps back, making his stop.

“I did it because I know what you truly want, and I know what I really want” he said convinced he did everything right, and that didn’t set well with you

“And I told you I needed a couple of years to figure things out!” you said back 

“Ok, enough” Ari sentenced, “You are coming back to me, to our house, and we can talk there”

“I’m not sure I’m comfortable with that” you said strongly, “Ari, maybe we can start over, talk about this, but I’m not sure we can resume what we had because I don’t trust you anymore”

“You don’t trust me?” he was getting angry and that made you scared, very much scared 

“No, I don’t, Ari, please leave” you asked gently, trying to stay calm, he only chuckled

“I’m going anywhere without you” you huffed loudly

“Please Ari, you are scaring me” you begged

“You are coming with me,” he sentenced. 

The last thing you remembered was running back to the door, and feeling his thick hands surround your face, going for your mouth and the other around your neck 

And when you woke up, you quickly realized you weren’t in your home, you weren't in Ari’s home, you were in a completely different environment 

You were in a comfortable bed, light coming into the room in small windows. Everything looked beautifully arranged, comforting even. But you didn’t know where you were and that scared you to your core 

You turned fast when you finally noticed Ari just by your side, laying on the bed watching you carefully

“Ari what is this?” you asked. Had he taken you to a hotel or something? HE TOOK YOU SOMEWHERE, AND YOU WERE UNCONSCIOUS. You finally remembered your last seconds before you passed out and you looked for a way out of the bed. But before you could get away from him, he grabbed you and made you laid there

“It’s a little safe house I put together, in case something happens” it starting sinking into you that perhaps being a “special agent” truly had his dark meaning

“Ari, why?.... Why am I here?” you asked gently, looking into his deep blue eyes, that turned cold and methodical

“You wanted to walk away from me” he said, hurt, “I can't have that, we are going to get married, have babies”

“Ari no, please” you begged, “What is this place?”

“Is the house you know and love” he said. You looked up at the window and you could identify trees, the same trees that surrounded the house, but they were in such a strange angle you could tell that you were in some sort of basement

“Ari, no….” you cried, “Let me get out of here” you looked back into his eyes, looming over you with his towering form

“I’m sorry, I can’t let you get away from me, I love you too much” he leaned and with you not being able to stop him, he kissed you. The kiss stole your breath away and then he jumped off of you and off the bed as well

“You’ll find everything that you’ll need in here” he said softly, you looked around and then you looked at him

“Ari, what do you mean?”

“I can’t trust you won’t leave again, so you’ll stay here” he said. You stood from the bed in a jump

“Ari, ok c’mon you can’t do this, you can't keep me in here!” you yelled

“I can and I will, it’ll make you see that you belong with me, and you are going to give me the family I always wanted, we belong together sweety you just need to see that” he turned around and started walking towards the only exit in the room. You didn’t know if you had to follow him but you did too late, he reached the heavy looking door and crossed it. Closing it behind him

You couldn't open it. you heard it's lock was put into place, locking you up in this room

“Ari this isn’t funny! LET ME GO!” you screamed at the top of your lungs. You knock on the door with your fists but it didn’t let up

After you just broke up…. 

Ari smiled as he saw the screen.

He knew you loved him. He knew it.

He didn’t take pride in installing that camera in your room, he didn’t need it anyways because he trusted you plainly, but now, oh he thanked himself he did.

You breaking up with him certainly wasn’t a part of his plan. He thought he was going to pull it off and knock you up, he then was going to ask you to marry him, so he could have you all to himself. But he wasn’t careful enough, and now, he had to appeal to plan B

It was his favorite plan anyways. Taking you all for himself.

But he had to be patient, he had to wait for his prey, he had to wait for the perfect moment.

And just like that, he started crafting his plan.

You had broken up with him, you had already met with your friends to tell them, and he did the same with his friends. Now, all he needed was an alibi, a trip up the firescape of your building,, and to wait. 

You were going to disappear, and he needed to make sure he wasn’t a suspect for it. 

He went down the stairs to his basement, he went directly for the bookcase, which he moved along the wall, revealing a door behind it, an armored clad metal door. code protected. He tapped in the code and it opened like a safe, revealing a “safe house” an open apartment.

He started decorating, taking care of the space, he put on fresh sheets on the King side bed, he took every sharp object, or anything that can be used as a weapon. The space even had a small kitchen, a bathroom with a tub. It was an escape he built in case he had to hide right in plain sight, or even if it was an apocalyptic event. He cleaned everything, removing the dust of the furniture and floor. He made sure the smart TV was working. It was a very comfortable space. White walls and a colorful sofa, this wasn’t a prison, this was a… safe house. It had a source of natural light, small windows the size of a shoe box all over the upper part of the space. He looked at everything with a smile on his face, you were going to be so happy here, here is where you were going to conceive your first child… He sighed happily making sure you had everything you’d ever wanted. He filled the bathroom with the products of shampoos and soaps he knew you loved. He even left you a music player and a small speaker. He knew how you loved music.

He filled the bookshelf all around where the TV stood, with your favorites. You were going to love it. 

And after he brought you to your new home, he realized you didn't like it at all. You didn’t notice all the things he did for you but no matter, it was only a matter of time. He looked at the screen of the camera he had installed in the basement,, you were on the bed, crying, scared. He took a long sigh. It was going to take time but in the end, he was going to get exactly what he wanted from you. You just needed to realize that. You just needed to trust him 

“Mr Ari Levinson?” greeted the policeman behind his door. Ari just smiled

“Yes, that’s me, is there anything I can help you with?” he said calmly, he opened the door of his home wide, showing the officer he had nothing to hide.

“I’m detective Torres, and I’m here to ask some questions” he said firmly, Ari only raised his eyebrow at his

“Regarding?”

“Do you know Mrs (Y/N) (Y/L/N)?” he asked, reading his open pad

“Yes, we used to date,” he said simply. The men then examined Ari up and down, frowning. He was older than her, “Is there something wrong?” he asked 

“She is missing” he said firmly, analyzing him

“What?” Ari could win an Oscar with the performance he was giving

“She was reported missing by a friend when she didn’t answer her calls in 48 hours, we visited her apartment and found it empty, nobody has seen her, neither does her aunt, and her family” Ari worn concern on his face

“We broke up two weeks ago” he said firmly

“Sir, do you mind if we look around?” he asked nervously

“Excuse me?” he barked. With his 6’4 height. Ari looked down on the officer, who started stuttering, nervous, he was clearly a rookie

“Ok that won’t be necessary” Ari smiled softly when he saw his friend, Lee Bodecker, jump out of his car to save his young deputy

“But Sir” Lee stopped him with his hand up high 

“Look, Mr Levinson” Ari just crossed his arms on his chest, looking at the pair, entertained, “A young girl is missing, 5 days now” he said, “and you dated her, we just need to make a few questions” he just nodded

“Should I call a lawyer? I got a good one” he winked at the sheriff 

“No if you don’t have nothing to hide” Lee Barked 

“Ok, ask me then”

“When was the last time you saw Mrs (Y/L/N)?” he asked

“Exactly two weeks ago” he said firmly, “When we broke up,” he grunted, still upset

“And have you had contact with her ever since?” he asked then. Lee smiled at Ari, knowing his officer couldn’t see him. He put his arm and lean in the frame of the door

“Yes, I tried to call her, three times, the three days that followed but she didn’t even answer me” he said, annoyed but fighting internally not to smile

“And then? something you should tell us?”

“I left the city for a business trip, I just got back” he said, taking a step aside so both men could look inside and see a black suitcase and a backpack.. If they only knew those were your things and not his

Ari looked into his phone, and showed them both a plane ticket that placed him out of the town for 10 days, just arriving this morning

“Ok then, sorry to bother you Sir” said Lee, his hand adjusting his hat 

“I’m so sorry to hear she is missing” he said, “I care for her still, If there is anything I can do please let me know”

The sheriff just nodded and walked out of his porch with his young detective on his trails

Ari just smiled, closing the door

Oh he got you good, and nobody was going to take you away from him

MASTERLIST

Hotter than hell (Eddie Munson x fem!reader)

Summary: Eddie and the reader are best friends that are in love with each other and have sex while high. That's it, that's the plot.

Warnings: smut, pwp, fingering, oral (f and m receiving), choking, spit kink, recreational drug use, unprotected sex, cursing, not beta read

Notes: I haven't written any fanfiction in the last 6 years, I lost all of my motivation to write. And then Stranger Things introduced this man and I instantly fell in love with him. This was also posted on my ao3 alterevak2121.

You were laying on Eddie's bed, feeling euphoric and really horny. Maybe, if you weren't high, you would've realized that what you were planing to do wasn't a good idea, but thankfully, you were far too gone for that.

"Eddie?" you asked, biting your lower lip.

"Hmm?" he hummed, not even looking at you, too lost in his own world. He looked so beautiful like this, his lips slightly parted, the moonlight illuminating his features. Moments like these were your favourite, when you could just lay down next to him, forgetting everything else in the world. It was just the two of you, nothing else existed. You wished it could be like this all the time.

"Can I ask you something?" you turned around so you were laying on your stomach, purposefully pushing your tits out. Eddie's eyes instantly fell to your cleavage as he licked his lips.

"Of course, sweetheart."

"Am I pretty?" you asked, taking a strand of his hair, twirling it around your finger.

"You're very pretty." he said with a small grin.

"But am I pretty-pretty, or are you just saying that because you feel obligated to, since we're friends?"

Eddie let out a chuckle, rubbing his knuckles up and down your arm.

"You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, sweetheart." And he really meant that. The second he laid his eyes on you for the first time, he knew there was no one more beautiful than you. You consumed his every waking thought. If only he wasn't such a coward and could tell you how he feels. But there was no way you felt for him what he felt for you, and he couldn't lose you. Having you as a friend was more than enough.

Only it wasn't. It was selfish, really, but he wanted you to be more than just friends. He wanted to hold your hand, kiss you, take you on dates. But you were so perfect, so kind and gorgeous. And Eddie was Eddie. How could someone like you fall for him? There was no way. So he tortured himself every night, falling asleep to the thoughts of you, and hoped it would get easier with time.

"Aww. And you're the prettiest boy I've ever seen." you kissed his cheek, making him let out a sigh.

It's like you knew the effect you had on him, and did all of this on purpose. But that was just his mind messing with him. He knew you would never do that to him. You were way too nice for that.

"Yeah? Do you mean that, or do you feel obligated to say it, because I told you you're pretty?" Eddie teased, making you giggle.

"I'm saying it, because I always thought you were beautiful, Eddie. I love your eyes, and that adorable smile." you pinched his cheek lightly, making his face screw up. Your eyes were glazed over and you looked so content.

"And I really want to sit on your face, but we're not gonna talk about that." you said suddenly, after a few seconds of silence.

Eddie wasn't sure if he heard you correctly, but he felt his heart stop.

"What?" he sat up abruptly, making you let out a squeal. "Are you joking?"

"Nope." you grinned, trailing your fingers down his chest. You could feel his heart beating wildly beneath your palm, and that gave you even more confidence.

"You-you want to sit on my face?" he repeated, still not believing you.

"Well, it's a very pretty face."

"But-" you put one of your fingers on his lips, shutting him up.

"Too many questions, it's my turn now. Do you think my body's also pretty?" you asked him with a teasing smile. He tried to calm down, he really did, but he could already feel himself getting hard.

"Well, I haven't seen enough to form an opinion on that." he teased back, wanting to see just how far you would go.

"Wanna see?" But there's no way he could've prepared for that. He reached out and put his hand on your waist, just to make sure you were real and not a fragment of his imagination. But you were here, he could feel the heat radiating of your body, and your soft skin beneath his fingers. Did he die and go to heaven? Although, no, there's no way he could've gotten in. But it looked still more plausible than what was happening right now.

"W-wait you mean like right now? You want to show me right now?"

You were enjoying seeing Eddie like this and loved the fact that you had this effect on him.

"Yeah, why waste any time?" you grinned wickedly and pulled your shirt off.

Truth is, Eddie thought about you naked. All the time. But never, even in his wildest dreams, did he imagine you getting naked for him, in his room, in his bed. Fuck, did he get so high that he's hallucinating now? Because there's no way you're actually showing him your tits right now, right?

"So? What do you say, Munson?" you would've been nervous if this was anyone else. But this was Eddie, your Eddie, and the way he was looking at you right now was making you shiver.

Eddie gulped, letting his eyes roam your upper body.

"You're really, really hot, Y/N." Eddie finally said, licking his lips. His hands were twitching at his sides, he wanted to reach out and touch you so bad.

"Would you fuck me?" Without a doubt. But he couldn't just say that, could he?

"Why are you asking me all of this?"

"Because I'm really, really horny." you bit your lip, letting out a barely audible whimper.

"Last week when we were smoking together, I was so wet I was dripping down my thigh the whole way home." It was frustrating, really. Not only did you have feelings for your friend, but you also wanted him to fuck you senseless every time you were near him.

"And every single time I go home and touch myself, I think about you." you crawled into Eddie's lap, making him let out a groan. How was he supposed to keep his feelings at bay when you were testing his sanity like this?

"Especially your fingers and those rings. They really turn me on." you whispered into his ear, biting on his earlobe, making Eddie let out a moan.

"Fuck, Y/N."

Here you were, shirtless, sitting on his lap and telling him all of these things. And Eddie looked at you like he wanted to ruin you, and you were enjoying every second of it.

"I mean, you don't see it, but I literally worship the ground you walk on. And if you want me too, why not help each other out." you said, trailing your nail up and down his crotch.

Eddie let out a loud moan and you grinned to yourself. You had him exactly where you wanted him.

"So what do you say, Munson? Do you want me?"

Eddie didn't bother answering verbally. Instead, one of his hands found the back of your neck as he pulled you in for a kiss. It was hot and needy, all tongue and teeth. You could feel him getting harder under your thigh and you instinctively ground your hips down. He whimpered into your mouth, which only made you wetter. You were pretty sure you could cum just like this, dry humping him. And God, if Eddie didn't get a grip, he would definitely cum in his pants.

One of his hands moved to your tits, pinching your nipple slightly, making you throw your head back. He took the opportunity to bite and suck on your neck, leaving marks along the way. Your moans were getting louder, and it was kinda embarrassing considering the fact he didn't even do anything yet. You were starting to lose your control over him and the smug bastard could feel it.

You gripped his hair and pulled on it a little. Eddie stopped kissing your neck and looked at you questioningly. You pulled on the hem if his shirt, and he helped you take it off.

"It wasn't fair that I was the only one shirtless." you said breathlessly, running your tongue along the lines of his tattoo.

"You're right, baby."

"We should take off your jeans too, looks pretty uncomfortable." you said, palming his hard on, making Eddie let out a moan.

You could listen to those sounds forever. He looked so beautiful like this, and you wanted to just keep looking at him, but you also really wanted to get your mouth on his cock.

You kissed your way down his chest and torso, and pulled his zipper down with your teeth.

"Fuck." Eddie was losing his mind. You were definitely doing this on purpose, he was sure now.

He helped you get rid of his pants and you let your fingers linger on the band of his boxers.

"Y/N." he said warningly, clenching his teeth.

"Eddie." you giggled, letting your hand wander lower and lower, until it rested on his cock.

"Can I suck your dick?"

"Fuck, please baby." he whined.

"No need to beg, baby." you said in a sultry tone, getting on your knees. Eddie was standing before you, as you pulled down his boxers. You let out a moan when you finally saw his cock, clenching your thighs at the sight.

"Soo pretty." you said, looking at him in a trance-like state. You gripped him at the base and gave a few strokes, before taking him into your mouth, licking the pre-cum from his tip.

"Oh, fuck, sweetheart." he moaned, holding the back of your head as it bobbed up and down.

You moaned around his cock and Eddie instinctively pushed his hips forward, making you choke.

"Fuck, I'm so sorry, baby." he started to apologize, fearing he fucked it all up, but you stopped him.

"I want you to fuck my face, Eddie."

There was just something about you right now, the way you were looking up at him. He knew you could ask for anything and he would give it to you without a second thought.

Eddie just nodded, not trusting his voice. You were literally perfect, his good girl. You were so quiet and shy when he met you, and now, here you were, down on your knees, taking his cock into your mouth. He loved corrupting you.

You put your hands on his thighs for support, while he started to move his hips slowly.

"That's it, such a good girl, oh my god. You're taking me so well, baby." He stroked your cheeks and you closed your eyes at the sensation. You moaned around him again, when he thrusted a little more roughly.

"Wanna choke on my cock?" Despite what you two were doing right now, he was looking at you with so much adoration. You really loved this man with all your heart.

You nodded, giving Eddie permission to start fucking your throat. He was holding your hair in a ponytail, pushing your head until he hit the back of your throat, just holding you there for a second. You gagged, spit running down your jaw and tears welling up in your eyes.

Eddie loved the way you looked right now. He couldn't believe you were looking like this for him; because of him.

You were barely able to breathe, and your mascara was running down your face, but it felt so good. You swore you could do this for the rest of your life. Eddie was moaning loudly and you knew he was close.

"Fuck, Y/N, sweetheart, stop." he pulled you off of his cock by your hair, making you whimper.

"Come here, baby." he said, helping you get up from the floor. He wiped the saliva and tears from your face, and kissed you softly. He pushed you down on the bed, lips still locked together.

"Let's take these off." he said, unbuttoning your jeans and pulling them down your legs. He kissed the soft skin of your thighs, dangerously close to where you wanted him. You raised your hips so he could pull down your panties.

Eddie was convinced now, this WAS heaven.

"Eddie." you whined, urging him to touch you.

"Fuck. This is the prettiest pussy I've ever seen." he said, running a finger through your folds, collecting your slick.

"You really weren't kidding when you said you were dripping. Gonna make a mess, sweetheart."

Eddie leaned in and licked a stripe down your cunt, making you let out a lewd moan.

"You taste so good sweetheart, gonna eat this pussy like it's my last meal." And boy, was he dedicated. He alternated between licking your pussy and sucking on your clit, and you were seeing stars from how good it felt. You were a mess, all that was coming out of your mouth were loud moans and chants of "Eddie, Eddie, Eddie".

"Eddie, need your fingers." He hummed in acknowledgment, giving you one last lick and pulling away. You brushed his hair out of his face, stroking his cheek gently. He looked up at you, intertwining your hand with his.

"You're so fucking perfect." he kissed your knuckles, pulling his hand away and bringing it down to your pussy. He circled your hole with his finger, dipping it in slightly.

"Such a pretty little hole." he said, looking down at you in awe. "Gonna look so good stretched around me." He pushed in his middle finger slowly. "So tight."

Eddie found a pace that was good for the both of you and started fingering you, pushing his finger in and out.

"Please, need more."

"You really can't get enough, huh? So needy." He added a second finger and after a while a third one.

"Tell me Y/N, what else do you fantasize about?"

You couldn't answer him, too lost in the pleasure he was causing you. Eddie stopped fingering you, making you whimper. "Fuck, please, Eddie."

"Come on sweetheart, be a good girl, don't make me ask again."

You could barely think straight, let alone say a coherent sentence. But you wanted him, needed him so bad.

"Y-your hand wrapped around my throat. I wonder what your rings would feel like against my skin, while you're choking me. I want you to be rough with me, I want you to ruin me."

Eddie stroked his hand up your chest, stopping to massage your tits and pinch your nipples. He started fingering you again, making you let out a sigh. His free hand wrapped around your neck, choking you lightly. He put a bit more pressure on your throat, restricting your air flow.

You moaned, feeling so close to the sweet release. Everything he was doing was just bringing you closer to the edge. His fingers released your throat, slightly stroking the side of your neck.

"Good girl." Eddie praised, making you whimper, your cunt clenching around his fingers. He stroked your bottom lip with his thumb, and you parted your lips, so he could push it in. Your tongue wrapped around his finger, sucking on it and biting gently, before he pulled it out of your mouth.

"Spit in my mouth."

Eddie's brain short-circuited. There's no way you actually said what he heard you say, right?

Except he did hear you correctly, thank god, because having to repeat that sentence would've been humiliating.

"Open your mouth for me, baby." You did as you were told, opening your mouth for him. Eddie leaned over you, his face inches apart from yours.

You closed your eyes in ecstasy when you felt his saliva run down your tongue. Christ, this really shouldn't turn you on as much as it did.

You were so close and Eddie could feel it. He spit on your pussy and started rubbing your clit. You were getting dizzy, barely able to hear Eddie's praises. Your thighs clenched, your moans were getting louder, and finally, you felt your orgasm wash over you in waves.

But Eddie didn't stop, he continued fingering you. You reached out and tried to push his hand away, holding his wrist tightly, but he didn't budge.

"You know what I want from you, baby. Give me one more."

"Can't, Eds-" you whimpered.

"It's okay, sweetheart. Just breathe."

Despite your protests, you could already feel your high approaching again. Your whole body was on fire.

"Good girl, such a good girl for me."

"Please Eddie, need your cock inside me." you whimpered.

"How can I say no to that? You look so pretty, baby."

He finally pulled his fingers out of your pussy, your wetness dripping down on his mattress. You whined at the emptiness.

"Aw, my little slut just needs to be stuffed full all the time, doesn't she?" God, did this man have any idea what he was doing to you?!

Eddie reached out for the condoms in his night stand, when your hand stopped him.

"Need to feel all of you, Eddie. I'm on the pill."

"Are you sure?"

"Mhm. Want you to cum inside my pussy." He couldn't deny you anything, especially when you looked so pretty for him.

"Turn around. Ass up, hands behind your back." Eddie reached for the bandana hanging on his lamp, and wrapped it around your wrist, pinning them together behind your back.

"Is this okay?" he asked, planting a kiss on your shoulder.

"Yes."

He positioned his cock at your entrance, pushing the tip in, making you both moan. He pushed in, until he was fully inside of you. You felt so full. He gave you time to adjust to the feeling, when you started pushing your hips back. You needed him to move.

"Fuck me, Eddie." you whined. He finally started thrusting his hips, making you cry out.

"My little slut." Eddie's palm came in contact with your ass, leaving a red mark.

"More." you moaned out. He slapped your ass again and again.

"So perfect for me, sweetheart." Eddie praised, caressing the red flesh.

One of his hands wrapped around your neck, pulling you up, into his chest, choking you lightly. Your head was spinning and your ears were buzzing. You felt your orgasm approaching again.

"So close." you whimpered, and Eddie's thumb started rubbing your clit.

"Come for me, baby. Come for me, so I can fill you up."

Your whole body was shaking when you came, singing praises for Eddie.

"That's it, baby. Good girl."

"Fuck, Eddie, please-" It was too much.

"You can take it, baby. Just a little more." His thrusts became more erratic, and he moaned your name. He gave 3 final, rough thrusts and came with a loud groan, emptying his cum inside of you.

Sweat was clinging to your bodies, both of you were breathless. Eddie kissed your shoulder and pulled out of you.

He ran his fingers through your dripping folds, pushing them in.

"Can't waste a single drop. Want you full of my cum." You whimpered, your pussy overstimulated, your body still shaking with the aftershocks of your orgasm.

"Open your mouth, see how good we taste together." You opened your mouth and Eddie pushed his fingers inside. You licked and sucked them clean. You loved the taste of him on your tongue.

He laid down on the bed next to you, and pulled you close, your head resting on his chest, his arms around your waist. You took one of his hands and intertwined your fingers with his, resting it on his chest.

"You know I've been dreaming about this since we met?" Eddie's knuckles were caressing your arms and back, his voice soothing you.

"About us having sex?" you teased, turning your head to look at him.

"About laying with you here, like this." his fingers brushed the hair from your forehead, before softly kissing you. "I'm in love with you."

"I'm in love with you too, Eddie."

"Can I take you out on a date?"

"Only if you kiss me again." you smiled, one of your hands caressing his cheek as he started to lean in.

"As you wish."

artificial scarcity || (soft)dark!Jake Jensen x reader

summary: you’ll realize how good he can treat you, how badly you need him, one way or another. you just need a little encouragement, that’s all.

word count: 4k, somehow…

warnings: smut! (dubcon; she is fully consenting but under dubious circumstances), drugging (technically), kidnapping, imprisonment, starvation, touch-starved reader, bed sharing, grinding/thigh fucking, size kink, spanking, implied stalking/voyeurism, implied noncon (kinda?), jake being possessive and manipulative and creepy

a/n: this was supposed to be a drabble which is why the pacing might feel a little rushed in the beginning but I hope you guys don’t mind!

Jake was normally a relatively patient guy, especially with you since he had an obvious soft spot for the newest member of the team.  But after months of trying to get your attention, of his abysmal flirting not getting him anywhere, of you becoming more and more comfortable with the idea of him as a friend and nothing else, his patience was running thin.

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