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But, I’m just not there yet - PART 5

Eddie Munson x goth fem reader 

Summary: Post S4, canon-divergent — Eddie survived the “earthquake” and had his name cleared. It’s now 1990 and the town is changing, as a bunch of young artists and creatives move in. Eddie meets a girl and sees the possibility of a different kind of life for himself. 

Warnings: some angst, fluff and smut (oral, P in V, fingering). Discussions of trauma 

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As you hang the phone back on the receiver, panic begins to set in.

With no time to get in your full garb, you realise Eddie is going to see you like this – sweatpants and makeup free. And though the thought makes you cringe, you know it would be weird to get fully kitted up at this hour, especially for just a casual hangout.

When he denotes his arrival with a soft knock at the front door, you shuffle there in your slippers, with the sudden overwhelming feeling of regret setting in. Why did I invite him here? You wonder. This was a mistake.

You open the door and give him a strained murmured greeting, to which he immediately notes the shift in your usual demeanour and how tired you look. But, he silently follows as you usher him in and down the hall towards your room, not meeting his gaze. You’ve got a small box of VHS tapes on the bed, some sprawled out like you had been trawling through them.

You hover at the door, holding your elbows and Eddie can tell something is up with you.

“So what have you got here?” he says with a quirked brow, trying to lighten the mood by throwing himself on the bed to start dramatically flicking through the cassettes.

After a moment, he looks up and straight at you, smirking. You take it as a cue to sit down too.  

“I didn’t take you as a 16 candles kind of gal”

“What kind of girl am I then?” You snap back.

“This feels like a trap”

“Eddie! I’m serious” you reply, pushing him by his shoulder.

“I donno. You are all cool and confident. Dark and mysterious.”

“Maybe dark because of the clothing, but not the other things”

“Come across pretty damn confident to me sweets.”

You keep your eyes facing forward, knowing that if you look at him you might tear up. It’s been a long week and you are emotionally spent. But you try to remind yourself that he had been vulnerable with you and you shouldn’t freeze him out now.

After a few moments of expectant silence, you take a deep breath and continue.

“I’m not. The outfits help me feel more sure of myself, I guess. I don’t usually let people see me like this” you say, gesturing to your face and rolling your eyes, trying to hide your embarrassment.

“Sweetheart, I won’t lie and say I don’t like your normal get-up, or how your usual makeup looks all smeared when we…”

You push him by the shoulder again, harder this time, and he dramatically topples down onto the duvet, clutching his arm like he had been shot.

“Gee thanks”

“Hey! I’m just being honest!” He replies, to which you glower playfully in response.

“You look great either way. But I hope you don’t feel like you need to get dressed up for me”

“I don’t, it’s just – I guess it’s kind of like a shield, you know”

“God I definitely know. Believe it or not, but this is a toned-down version of Eddie’’ he says as he gestures down at his ripped jeans and leather jacket with a flourish. “I get enough looks being an accused murderer and all that.”

You smile softly at him, unsure of what to say next, but he breaks the silence “Never have to hide from me. In fact, you taught me that”

“I did?”

“Yeha, well, you made me feel like it was ok so show my scars”

“I guess so”  

“Actually, in the short time I’ve known you, You’ve kind of shown me a lot of things”

You furrow your brow and give him a look of genuine surprise “Like what?”

“That I have options. That it’s ok to have a fucking dream and go after it. To just lighten up a bit - fuck it’s been a while”

You look away as tears prickle at the corners of your eyes. Eddie notices and reaches out and places a palm on your knee. It’s not much but it’s all he’s got.

After a few moments like that, you dash to wipe away a few rouge tear drops and shift to face him on the bed.

“Ok. Pick a goddamn movie already or I’m putting on the breakfast club”

—-

An hour into the movie Eddie gets up to go to the bathroom, so you pause it.

When he comes back and sits back down, you turn to him, finding the courage you had been trying to build up the entire movie, to say something that had been burning in your brain and sitting on the tip of your tongue.

“Sorry about before”

“For what?”

“Being in a mood…”

“Consider it forgotten.” He says, with a wave of a hand, “We all have those days”

You take a deep breath again, making the snap decision to let him in.

“It’s just my mum. Even all the way from Chicago she’s giving me a hard time. Just when I thought I had escaped her bullshit, one phone call and I’m right back in my childhood bedroom, crying myself to sleep again.” You are rambling and you know it, and feel suddenly very exposed, like your on a boat with no life preserver “It’s stupid….I shouldn’t let her get to me”

“Hey listen, it’s not stupid, ok?” He places his hand back on your knee and the gesture isn’t lost, it’s grounding and it makes your tummy do a flip. “ It’s ok to have feelings - another one of those pearls of wisdom you’ve bestowed on me”

You laugh slightly, but it doesn’t reach your eyes and Eddie notices.

“I guess we are all running from something huh” he mutters, looking down and playing with his rings.

“That’s just it though, you can never outrun shit. Even from the other side of the world, I would still have this baggage with my mum. I have to face it or it will never go away. Which is why I’m trying to work on it.”

“I know,” he says looking back up at you “you’re right. I’ve got a few things to work on too.”

You smile at each other and settle back in again, backs resting against the pillows. As the movie continues, Eddie shifts closer, and with every slight move, he makes, his leg brushes against yours and sends tingles down your spine.

You wonder if he’s doing it on purpose, as you start to feel the heat pool low in your belly watching Bender and Claire flirt in the storage closet. You’ve seen the breakfast club a million times and barely need to watch it to follow the story.

The so-called princess and criminal. In a way, Eddie is kind of like Bender, granted, a lot softer around the edges. But from the fragments of his past you have pieced together you know he didn’t have much of a family growing up, an abusive dad, and people saw him how they wanted, as a criminal and murderer, even though nothing could be further from the truth.

He’s kind, soft, and sensitive. A dreamer, and nothing like his facade. And just like Claire, you put up a front so that no one sees that things aren’t at all what they seem.

Eddie is also struggling to focus on the movie. He notices how you tense as he brushes against you, and how you squeeze your thighs together when Bender gives his whole, ‘under the bra and over the panties’ speech. What he wouldn’t give to touch you like that again.

He wonders if he’s kind of like the Bender in this situation. Just like Bender likes Claire, he likes you but knows he probably shouldn’t get to have one shot with you. So, in the beginning, he did what he does best, push you away before you could hurt him. Just like he has been doing that all his life.

But now, he’s let you in and you’ve taken residence in his brain. He can’t escape the way you make him feel, and how much he wants nothing but to hold you close and not let go for as long as you’ll let him.

You’ve let him under your dress, but you are yet to show him your heart.

Tonight, he wants nothing more but to pull you into his arms, and feel your body pressed against his. Fuck it. He decides and does just that, maneuvering you both so you are lying down, then pulling you close and encasing your chest with his arms.

You melt into his touch, feeling relief as the tension of the evening finally starts lifting. There, held firmly in his arms, you start to feel the prickle of an electric current where your bodies meet and you want nothing more than to feel all of him. Tentatively, you shift your body so that the soft plush of your ass and thighs rest against his crotch.

After a few moments, you start to push yourself ever so slightly into his groin. He tenses, feeling the movement, a hardness already growing in his jeans. But he doesn’t shift.

You test the waters again, arching your back and pushing against him harder. His arms around you tighten and you hear him hum quietly, so you repeat the action over and over until the hardness is unmistakable and he has no choice but to roll his hips forward and chase the friction he’s now desperate for. You are too and can feel the unmistakable growing wetness in your core.

After a few moments of intense grinding against one another, getting lost in the feeling, Eddie snakes a hand into the waistband of your sweat pants and underwear, which causes you to take a sharp intake of breath. You want him and he knows, even before he reaches the sodden area, by the way you chase his touch and roll your body against his.

He takes his time, softly feeling around the folds and wetness, teasing you until you are nearly begging for more.

“Eddie please –“

“What do you want baby?”

“Touch me please” you sputter.

He slots a finger inside you and curls it against the spongey wall, which makes you gasp.

“Like this?”

“Ye–es Eddie. Please don’t stop”

“Not gonna stop,” he says firmly. “Not until you are gushing around my fingers”

You whimper as he inserts another finger, working you over but it’s not enough, the pants don’t allow him the ease of access he needs so he pulls away suddenly, to undress you from the waist down quickly. Before, lying back down next to you and resuming his ministrations on your dripping folds.

You let him set the pace as your brain is too exhausted to even think about taking the lead right now. It’s a relief to just let go and chase the pleasure. Even though you’re so quiet and seem so far away, Eddie continues, feeling the way your body responds to him by rutting your hips into his hand. You need this release and he knows that. He would do anything to get you there.

After a little while he finally touches your clit, feeling the slight jolt of your legs as he does. You’re so ready and he can’t wait to give you more, so he removes his fingers and repositions himself so he’s leaving over you kissing down your body and moving to slot himself between your legs.

Nibbling on your thighs and intentionally blowing cold breath on your core, he knows how bad you need him now by the way you moan and writhe in his grip on your thighs. He can’t help himself from diving right in, lapping at your folds hungrily. You gasp at the sensation, then again and again as he switches the movement, going up to lick your clit and focus all his energy on the way it makes you move.

“Grind your beautiful little pussy against my face,” he says while reaching up to place his palm flat against your tummy.

You are so worked up that you come suddenly and without warning, seeing stars and being unable to move or form a coherent thought. Before you are even aware of your surroundings, Eddie is moving to his knees on the bed, and undoing his belt and pants.

You are engrossed in his movements, eyes wide and staring at his hard length, and the bead of precum on the tip. Right now, all that matters is this man and his cock, so you reach out for him, silently begging him to keep going.

He lines himself up with your entrance but just before pushing in, he asks, “Are you still with me Princess?”

You nod, eyes glassy. He can tell how much you want to be taken away for a moment. To not think and just ride the wave.

He slides in slowly, willing himself to take his time and not overwhelm you. Usually, your escapades are hungry, and a little dirty, but Eddie knows this time is different. Tonight, he wants to make you forget everything. To give you release. He wants to be your salvation, even if just for a moment.

He starts to move slowly, watching the way you take him, eyes wide and mouth fallen open. Taking him so well. Taking what you need from him.

Picking up the pace, he studies you as you start to fall apart under him, tears falling out of your eyes and rolling into small puddles on the duvet cover under you. Seeing you like that spurs him to move faster, snapping his thrusts into you sharply, and hearing your groans of overwhelmed pleasure in response. Just as he knows he’s barreling towards his finish, he snakes a hand between you and roughly rubs your clit, sending your spiralling.

The clenching of your walls around his cock has Eddie losing his composure, and his thrusts get

more and more sloppy. A mixture of groans and mutterings of each other’s names fill the room as you both reach your peak, and you fall apart beneath him, gushing around him just as you feel the warmth of his seed spill inside you.

After a moment, he pulls out with a hiss and rolls over to lie next to you.

He doesn’t say anything, or ask you any questions, sensing that you need a moment. You come to with a small smile on your face and turn to him.

“Thanks Eddie,” you say softly, grabbing the hand which is resting against his chest. It’s the one that has your necklace still wrapped around its wrist. “I needed that”

“Anytime princess. Anytime”

You know you should ask him whether he has heard from college yet. Or how he’s going with his songwriting. But you don’t. Instead, you lie in comfortable silence, let him clean you up and then tuck you both in. And for the first time all week, that night you actually get some sleep, holding on to him all night long.

——————————

thinking about how if Eddie was cornered for a fight he’d probably play to his strengths and try to freak out his attackers by bouncing around like old timey boxers, looking like a kangaroo and punching the air while saying ‘oh you wanna go??? You wanna go??? Well let me tell you! There’s going to be three hits!!! Me hitting you, you hitting the floor and the ambulance hitting 80 when it takes you to the hospital. That’s right. The old left, right, goodnight. The ol’ razzle dazzle!’

And the guys just…leave? Because what is this guy doing? And why is he moving like that?

Eddie munson: 1, bullies: 42. Things are finally looking up.

What Eddie doesn’t know is that Steve Harrington was standing just off to the side and waved the bullies on when he saw it all kick off. Not wanting to interrupt Eddie’s…technique…he did what he could without raising suspicions

Could I request some downright NASTY smutty, NSFW headcannons for Eddie Munson and the Lost Boys?

Absolutely yes

When Eddie first starts hanging around with the gang, they can all immediately tell how into you he is. They can smell it, they can hear the way his heart speeds up, they can see it in his mind…it’s very obvious to the local vampires that Eddie Munson wants you bad

so naturally they all fuck you before he gets the chance and make sure that he catches them in the act

It’s both a dominance thing and also just a way to mess with him. Like, on the one hand, they know you’re into him too and they don’t SUPER care. They’re used to sharing you. But at the same time, Eddie is still kind of an outsider, and he’s the newest member of the group, so they’re gonna make sure he knows how things work around the cave

David is the most possessive and therefore the worst about it. He loves to call you over to him while everyone is just relaxing and hanging out, and tell you SO sweetly that he would just LOVE to feel your mouth right now, kitten…

And you’re used to having an audience because you’ve got four horny vampire boyfriends so you get down on your knees out of habit and undo his pants, pulling his half-hard cock out and practically worshipping it then and there, out in the open

The others are watching hungrily. They’re pretty used to this, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t jealous and already starting to fight over who goes next

But Eddie. Poor Eddie. He is fucking SUFFERING. He can’t take his eyes off you. He’s desperately trying to hide his hard on at first, adjusting himself, changing his position as he tries to smoke his joint and pretend he doesn’t even notice, but Jesus Christ the sounds your mouth makes as you deepthroat David are fucking incredible and he is SO desperate to feel you doing that to him

Dwayne isn’t quite as into putting on a show with you. He’d rather see how loud you can moan for him when he does that special thing with his fingers and what filthy new phrases you can manage to string together as he’s fucking you just out of sight

And Eddie is just trying to ignore them, putting pillows or whatever he can over his head as he’s trying to sleep, but he just CANT ignore how amazing you sound and he has no CHOICE but to fuck his fist until he hears you cum

Marko loves leaving hickeys and bruises on you for Eddie to notice. They’re obvious and dark, and if you walk around in shorts (or just no bottoms at all) then he’ll make sure to put some handprints on your ass

And again, Eddie is jealous. HE wants to be the one leaving marks on you. HE wants to know that everyone can see who you’re with. It’s not FAIR

and Paul is all about just. Fuckin. On the couch or just up against the wall or on the floor or in Eddie’s bed so he can walk in and see the two of you. Paul is wild and fun and Eddie wishes he could join but that’s weird, right?? He can’t just do that…can he?

And then one night he finally gets so frustrated and everybody can tell. They can smell the desperation on him. You’ve been playing along with them for a while but you feel bad for Eddie, who, after all, is such a cutie, and is so nice and sweet and polite. You’ve even teased him some yourself, moaning his name when you get off alone, making sure that he can just barely hear you…but you’re getting desperate, too

The boys finally take pity on him and David straight up tells him to fuck you already, because he’s sick and tired of the helpless puppy dog eyes Eddie is always giving you

(This is a lie. David loves Eddie’s big doe eyes just like he loves Marko’s)

But even now that you’ve finally got Eddie halfway undressed in front of you, you can’t help but tease him, because he’s just so goddamn cute when he’s leaking and begging for you to touch him

He’s a fucking mess, and he’s SO sensitive to your touch that he practically cums the moment you wrap your hand around him

You ride him and he loves every second of it, and it’s like he’s finally really part of the gang now and TA DA you’ve got 5 boyfriends now and they all smooch 😌

Perv!eddie + corruption kink 😵‍💫😵‍💫 Who plays along with reader’s cute little antics just so he can get into her pants <33 all he thinks about at her cute frilly socks, her little skirts, and her sticky bubblegum kisses.

“stick bubblegum kisses” just fell to the ground and cried a little

cw: perv!eddie x naive reader, big big corruption kink, implied smut.

“this one’s my favorite.” you say cheerfully, clutching a white teddy to your chest and waving it’s little hand. you place the worn stuffed animal back in it’s designated place, patting its head gently.

eddie smiles warmly at you from across your room, taking in the way your strawberry patterned lounge shorts hug the soft of your ass. he’s been rock hard for an hour watching you introduce your stuffies to him one by one, thinks he might make you hump a couple for him later.

he chuckles to himself at the sheer absurdity of his current situation. him, the metalhead, clad in all black, lounging in a baby pink beanbag chair like some kind of fool. you’re lucky he’s so fond of you.

the thing about eddie munson though, was that he got off on stuff like this. fucked his hand to the thought of taking you for the first time right on your teddy bear sheets. (which he did.)

thought about ripping your little boyshort panties off in the back of his van and tongue fucking your ass until you cried. (which he did.)

and ultimately dreamed about making your stuffies watch you two go at it on the plush of your bedroom rug. (he’s still working on that one.)

in the end, he figures if you sitting him down and making him listen to your stuffed friend’s backstories was what ultimately got him a one way ticket to pound town, he was more that obliged to do so.

“oh yeah?” he entertains your little rant, feeling his cock swell a bit more when you stalk over to him weilding a small black bunny.

“n’ what’s this one’s name?” he asks you theatrically, pulling you into his lap by the backs of your thighs.

you don’t feel a thing when he shifts to settle your heat flush to his weeping cock. you don’t even hear the soft groan he makes when he feels the plush of your lips part around his swolen cockhead.

“ozzy.” you tell him, giggling at the way his face lights up at the refrence.

“that’s real cute babydoll.” he smiles into the side of your neck, huffing at the scent of your sweet perfume.

you gasp when he rocks into you, humping at your mound through the constraints of his taught jeans. you gasp even louder at the friction, shivering when you feel his hand wrap around your ankle.

“these are real fucking cute too.” he rasps, playing with the frill of your little socks. he leans down to kiss over the lace, laving at the strip of skin just above your ankle with his searing tounge.

“really?” you ask him, giggling at the kiss he presses to your heel.

“eds are you..” you start, looking down at his lap.

“do you have one of those again?” you whisper, referring to the tent in his pants.

“h’oh yeah.” eddie tells you with a sleazy grin, pulling at the hem of your pajamas shorts.

“got one real bad looking at these.” he thinks he might explode when he catches your pupils dilate at his revelation.

“remember what i told you though? ‘bout when I get like this?”

you nod, wrapping a strand of his hair around a manicured finger.

“said you need a little help sometimes.” you mumble, too focused on the shiny tuft to care about the creeping hand inching towards your slit.

he thinks he’ll get what he came for after all.

made a mess — e.m.

pairing: perv!eddie munson x f!reader

warnings: 18+ ONLY, minors dni!!, smut, bj, perv!eddie, kind of degradation, kind of dubcon (its not idk just to be safe), praises, nicknames, just p*rn without a plot

summary: in which perv!eddie can't help himself on a movie night (wc: 1.7k+)

a/n: hi HII, i kind of hate this but i wanted to post it so bad bc i love perv!eddie omfg, no dividers and i didn't proof-read ignore the mistakes plss

it was wrong.

it was very very wrong for eddie to want to do this.

especially when you were in his living room, waiting for him to come back so that the two of you could continue watching whatever it was that he was supposed to be watching.

but eddie couldn't help it, he couldn't help but be consumed by the thoughts of you.

he couldn't help but not excuse himself, when you were sat next to him, your chest rising up and down when you got scared by the villain popping up in the horror movie eddie was supposed to be watching.

he couldn't help but feel his cock twitch when your soft hands squeezed his calloused ones, your head dipping into his shoulder while you had a firm grip on him.

his overprotectiveness of you was apparent when he wrapped his arms around you, a sly smirk tugging at his lips as he attempted to comfort you, laying kisses on your hair.

and it was driving him crazy, the way you just stood there, lips plump and still glossy as you watched intently, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from you. thinking about how pretty your lips would look wrapped around his cock.

he felt sick. but he couldn't help himself, not when your thighs looked that good as you wore that tight little skirt.

he couldn't help but not lose his mind when he felt your hand land on his thigh and you panicked when a scary scene came on, and the blood was quick to rush to his cock.

he was unable to hide his raging cock when your tits were brushed up against him, your tiny top leaving little to his imagination, especially when they were so tight on your body, exposing your nipples.

and that sight alone almost made eddie groan, he wanted to suck on them, bite them, and kiss them forever.

that's when he excused himself to go to the bathroom, his mind filled with you, he could hardly think of anything else when you were around.

as soon as he entered the bathroom, he stripped out of his pants, tossing them on the ground, hurrying so he could return back to you without raising any suspicions.

he wondered if you'd still want to be his best friend after learning how much he wanted you, how much he was hooked on you, and how sickly his thoughts were when you were around.

he wanted you to catch him, as perverted as that thought was, he could imagine the shock on your face, your mouth agape as you stood in shock.

would you offer to help him out? would you pout those pretty little lips as you knelt down in front of him, begging to have his cock in your mouth, warming your throat?

he let out a ragged breath just at the thought of that, his boxers straining his angry cock, he bowed his head, slipping out of them.

his erection sprang out of his boxers, pink tip oozing with pre-cum, he sighed at the sight.

the things you were doing to him should be illegal, he thought.

he closed his eyes quickly as he fisted his cock, throbbing and twitching as it grew harder at the thought of you again.

he was quick to run his thumb over his slit, wiping away the pre-cum which was only a small amount of his semen that was begging for a release.

'jesus, f-fuck.' he cursed out, his vein throbbing as he started imagining you.

he wished to have you walk in on him, wished to have you on your knees, your soft eyes looking up for him as you feign innocence, and he knows you are anything but.

he imagines your mouth watering at the sight, ready to take him down your throat, wanting him to fill all of your holes.

it's all he can think about, lust is oozing in his blood, every second of every day, ever since he met you, he had been a horny mess, pumping his cock more than he did when he first discovered what an orgasm was.

he groaned when he imagined your eyes flashing with desire as you peppered his cock with messy kisses, giving him kitten licks as his hand squeezed his cock roughly.

fuck, he wishes more than anything to have your heart-shaped panties to wrap around his cock right now, but all he has is the image of you, on your knees as you lap up his cock like the good girl you are, and eddie decides that's more than enough to get him to finish.

he pictures your eyes darkening with lust as you blink up at him, your plump lips sucking on his lengthy cock, and eddie strokes his length harder at the thought, messy groans leaving his plump lips.

'just like that, peach, take my fuckin' cock.' he moans huskily, tugging desperately as he prays that you won't hear him.

your eyes are never leaving him in his imagination, bobbing your head up and down, he imagines your eyes fluttering, and your thighs rubbing together, he wonders if you would be dripping with just him filling your mouth.

'such a good fuckin' girl, you like havin' my cock in your mouth, don't ya sweets?' he asks, not being able to hold himself as a sly smirk plays on his lips.

he imagines your head nodding quickly, manicured nails digging into his skin, trying to take all of him into your pretty little mouth, but not being able to do so, you add your hands, tugging at whatever part was left that you couldn't manage to suck.

his thighs shudder at the thought of you whimpering with his cock inside of your mouth, he visualizes how pretty you would look sucking him down, imagining his hands fisting your hair as he guides you for more.

'my lil' cock sleeve, warmin' up my cock.' he whimpers, so loudly, that he's afraid you're going to come into the bathroom and ask him what's going on.

but he can't help but be loud when he imagines you gagging around his cock, his stroking is so rough that his knuckles turn white.

he pictures you drooling and gagging around his member, saliva dripping down from your pretty lips as your mascara is smudged. you're so fucking perfect that the thought alone is engraved in his mind forever.

'your mouth is so fuckin' perfect, princess, fuck. s'fuckin' warm.' he is babbling as he envisions you, his hand desperately palming his cock, roughly as he knows he has to finish soon, or you might grow suspicious.

he imagines your eyes watering when he slams into your mouth harder and harder, cursing out. his thumbs gently padding away your tears as he enjoys the sight, 'm gonna fill this, slutty fuckin' mouth with my cum, peach.' his voice is low, he knows he's getting closer.

your hot mouth is still gagging around his cock when his grip on your hair gets rougher, he presses you against his pelvis.

he imagines you slurping around his shaft as your hands are palming him, he growls at the thought, his movements are getting sloppy.

he is pumping his fists harder when he imagines you sucking on his cock harder, hollowing your cheeks as you swirl your tongue around his veins, his head falls backward as he grunts.

his cock is pulsing and he knows he's close, as much as it kills him to finish this fantasy early, he knows he can't hold it in much longer.

's-shit, fuck, so fuckin' good, baby, i'm gonna fuckin' cum.' his breathing was shallow, and he shuddered as he imagined exploding in your mouth, smiling at the thought of his warm cum shooting out of his cock and painting your throat white, he growled huskily.

and he envisioned you tasting every drop of his cum, sucking the life out of him as you swallowed every drop that shot down the back of your throat.

and with few slow pumping of his cock, eddie finally came to himself, eyes widening quickly before he looked down at himself.

you weren't there, of course, and he was covered in his sticky hot semen, white globs of it covering every part of his thighs.

he groaned as he looked at the mess he made, the mess he made because of you, and the reality of what he did, finally hit him.

he felt sick, and he felt perverted.

'e-eddie?' your meek voice caused him to freeze in his place, his head cocked in your direction quickly.

the door was slightly open, and there you stood, cheeks hot and thighs rubbing together, and a sick smirk plastered onto eddie's face immediately, not only were you watching him getting himself off to the thought of you, but you enjoyed it, so much so that he could bet that you were soaked under your pretty little panties.

his mind swirled with the thoughts of you, excitement taking over his body as he realized you did what he always dreamed of, catching him in the act.

'sweetheart?' he called out, still not knowing whether he was imagining or not, voice soft as he didn't want to startle you, but your eyes were washed with lust as you slowly entered the bathroom.

'i've made such a mess here, baby.' he cooed, pointing towards himself, and your eyes widened at the sight of his hardened cock, despite cumming mere seconds ago.

your entire body felt hot, both from embarrassment and the unfamiliar feeling of lust oozing through your body, you needed him like never before and eddie was teasing it out of you.

'want me to help you clean up?' the words that slipped past your lips caused eddie's brain to short circuit, he babbled some curse words as he almost yelled out a 'yes!' causing you to smile over his excitement, walking over to him and dropping down on your knees.

eddie's head almost exploded at the sight in front of him, his visualization seconds ago could never compare to the real you, drooping to your knees, mouth agape as you looked up at him all doe-eyed.

he cursed when you started lapping up his juices, 'jesus— fuck, fuck oh shit— princess, you're doin' so fuckin' good for me.' he praised immediately.

'don't worry, i'm gonna take care of you, eds.' you murmured as you kept giving him kitten licks, and eddie almost passed out at the spot, you were perfect, so fucking perfect for him.

Bucket of Sunshine Part 5: Proof

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A/N: Here it is, the last part to this mini series! I’ve hoped you’ve enjoyed it and don’t worry you’ll still be able to request things for these two if you want to check in on how they’re doing. I liked this series a lot and thanks for reading it☀️✨

*Eddie is annoyed while you’re just a little lost*

Eddie with a breeding kink

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

warnings: smut, breeding kink, vaginal sex, creampie, unprotected sex, fingering

a/n: eddie with a breeding kink you say?? i just HAD to write this…

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“Fuck— just like that baby” Eddie groaned as you were riding him, bouncing up and down with his hands on your hips guiding you. You continued your movements before he abruptly pulled out and flipped you over so you were lying on your stomach with him on top of you. You felt empty without him deep inside you, making you whine.

“I’m gonna cum so deep inside you” he whispered before pushing into you again in one quick thrust, causing you to moan loudly. He soon set a brutal rhythm, the new position giving him access to that one spot inside you that made you see stars. He grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled your head closer to his.

“You like that, don’t you? You like it when you’re full with my cum, huh?” he asked as you moaned in response, unable to speak at this point. He increased his pace even more as you felt his cock twitch inside you, sensing that he was getting close.

“Gonna fill you up so good” Eddie groaned right before he came, painting your walls as you felt a wave of warmth inside of you. He slowly pulled out before pushing his fingers inside of you, causing you to cry out his name.

“Hmm, gotta keep it all in baby”

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We All Go A Little Mad

Pairing: Ghostface!Steddie x Fem!Reader

Summary: When a quiet night in turns into a night of horror...and excitement.

Warnings: dark eddie, dark steve, home intrusion, mentions of cheating, mentions of murder, blood, blood kink(?), knife play, smut, DUBCON, oral sex (m recieving), manhandling, hair pulling, voyeurism, unprotected sex, double penetration, threesome, eddie calls reader a 'whore' and a 'slut'.

A/N: HAPPY (slightly late) HALLOWEEN!!! I've literally been so excited for you all to read this fic so I hope you like it!! <3

Word Count: 3.2K

A Nightmare On Elm Street was still playing on the television as you cowered behind your couch, a knife in hand as you waited in the dark.

You could hear your heartbeat pounding in your ears as you lifted up slightly to look towards your front hallway, the phone discarded on the coffee table in front of the couch.

Someone had been stalking your house, and the asshole had even been arrogant enough to call you. You suspected it was the same person who'd killed two people last night, considering what they had told you before you hung up.

The suspected killer had initially insisted that you play a game with him, started asking you questions about horror movies. And once you finally asked what he wanted, he'd simply said, "I wanna see what your insides look like", to which you immediately hung up, proceeding to rush into the kitchen to retrieve a knife.

The door hadn't been opened yet and you hadn't heard anything in the house, but you weren't about to go and investigate. You'd seen plenty of horror movies to know that that was probably one of the worst things you could do in this situation. So you'd simply decided to stay where you were, waiting silently behind the couch with a knife.

A couple more minutes probably passed before you heard the sound of glass smashing in the kitchen, and you swore your heart had stopped beating right then, your breath catching in your throat as you sank closer to the floor.

You held the knife tighter in your hand then, your eyes burning with tears as you waited. You wanted to be brave, but you just couldn't prevent the fear from overtaking you, silent tears finally slipping from your eyes.

You listened to the footsteps that echoed around your kitchen, before the sound of them eventually came into the hall, which wasn't far from where you were hiding. You didn't know what to do. If you remained where you were, the killer would find you easily. It was basically a free invitation to kill you. The only other option you had at this moment was to jump out and attack the killer yourself, in the hope that you'd be taking him by surprise.

The footsteps had entered the living room now, a few feet away from where you were behind the couch. And the movie was still playing on the television, the sound of Freddy Krueger's razor blades piercing your ears as you prepared to make your move.

You took a deep breath, steeling yourself as you tightened your grip around the handle of the blade. And then you forced yourself up off the floor, screaming as you lunged at the killer with your knife. You managed to knock them off balance, which gave you enough time to make it to your front door.

But you were not yet safe, because when you yanked the door open, you were met with the dark, empty eyes of a ghost mask. The second intruder stepped forward, and in one swift motion, he had his arm wrapped around your shoulders, your back flush against his chest as he trapped you against him.

"Shit, sweetheart." A familiar voice suddenly spoke. "Never thought you'd have the balls to face a killer like that. It's kinda hot."

When he sauntered in from the living room then, you felt like you were going to be sick, because how could he be killing people?

"It was you?" You choked, your lips trembling as you stared at your friend in shock, his ghost mask hanging from his fingers. "You're the killer?"

Eddie chuckled then before giving you a mock frown, gesturing towards the man behind you. "Can't let me take all the credit. What about pretty boy over there?"

"What?"

The person behind you released you then, shoving you towards Eddie. And before you were even able to register what was happening, he was removing his mask, the second shock of the night hitting you when he revealed his face.

"Surprise, (y/n)." He smirked, dropping his mask to the floor beside his feet.

"Steve?"

"What's the matter, (y/n)? You look like you've seen a ghost?" He taunted, stepping towards you now as you stared with wide eyes.

These people were your friends. How could you not know your own friends were the killers? "I...don't understand. Why?"

"Why?" Eddie chuckled, his knuckles coming up to ghost over your jaw as he hovered behind you. "You hear that Steve? I think she wants a motive."

Steve simply shrugged at him, his eyes seemingly alight with excitement as he watched.

"Well I dunno (y/n)...maybe the freak finally snapped? Huh? You ever think of that?" Eddie started, beginning to circle you now as he spoke. "Harrington finally decided to go off the deep end after you stomped all over his heart? What about that?"

"But...Steve and I are friends. We're friends, Eddie."

"Well that's precisely the point." He snapped. "We're friends, that's all you were ever gonna see me as. Just your little lapdog freak who follows you around everywhere."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"I was always there! Waiting for you to see me the way I saw you. Even when you were fucking Steve Harrington!" He yelled, seeming to become more unhinged by the minute. "Well you wanna know a secret? Huh? Where Steve was all those times he had to cancel with you?"

You shook your head. "I don't-"

"He was with me! In my bed. Moaning my name." He seemed enraged as he said that, a spiteful grin on his face as he glared at you.

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Cuz I want you to feel as fucked over as I did. You had every chance to choose me, but instead you chose the guy who cheated on you with me." He snarled.

"You're fucking insane."

"We all go a little mad sometimes." Eddie chuckled, coming to stand beside Steve now as they watched you.

You thought about running. The back door wasn't that far away. But there were two of them, they were bound to catch you.

"Are you...gonna kill me?" You asked, tears welling in your eyes.

"Oh we're not gonna kill you." Eddie said, a maniacal smile on his face as he stepped towards you. "We're just gonna hurt you."

You couldn't stop the tears escaping your eyes then as panic overtook you. And seconds later, Eddie was scooping you up off the ground, throwing you over his shoulder as he made his way over to the stairs, Steve following close behind.

"I'm gonna show you exactly what you've been missing out on." Eddie hummed, your arms knocking against his back with every step he took up the stairs.

You wanted to scream. You wanted to fight him off, make him let you go, but for some reason you couldn't find it in you to struggle as he carried you towards your bedroom. You knew exactly what was about to happen, but you weren't entirely sure how you felt about it. As sick as it sounded, you felt a slight sense of anticipation as he approached your bed, roughly throwing you down onto the mattress.

"So...you've got your reasons for being here." You started, your voice trembling as you spoke. "Why's Steve here?"

"Peer pressure, I'm far too sensitive." Steve joked, grinning at you as he stepped closer. "I'm just along for the ride."

"You're both sick."

"You're not exactly that innocent yourself sweetheart." Eddie chuckled. "I mean look at you, you're not even the slightest bit scared. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you wanted this."

You wanted to tell him he was wrong, that you didn't want any part of this, because you shouldn't want this. But you couldn't help but wonder what it would be like, to let them both do as they pleased with you.

"Shit, you do want this." Eddie suddenly exclaimed, clearly noticing your hesitation. "I woulda never pegged you for a whore."

You couldn't find it in you to say anything back to that. All you could do was lay there, your body becoming rigid as he advanced towards you, his lust filled stare seeming to press you further into the mattress.

When his hands reached down to ghost over your exposed thighs, you flinched away, but he didn't seem to care. He only smirked before nodding behind you.

"Steve. Hold her." He instructed, his eyes completely focused on you as Steve reached around you to grab your arms, pulling them back against him. "Gonna show you exactly how good we are together."

You remained completely silent, the only sound that could be heard was your shaky breathing, as you watched Eddie slip your shorts down your legs, his smile widening as he took in the sight of you in your panties.

And he wasted no time in dragging the thin material down your legs, making you gasp when the cool air hit your exposed pussy.

"Shit, Steve." Eddie breathed out, his eyes alight with excitement as he looked behind you to his partner. "I think I see what you saw in her."

You felt fucking disgusting lying here like this, just letting them do as they pleased with you. And the worst part was, you didn't want them to stop.

When what felt like the edge of a blade suddenly grazed your thigh, you flinched, your eyes falling to the knife in Eddie's hand.

"What's the matter, sweetheart? Didn't I make it clear what was gonna happen tonight?" He grinned as he slowly traced the blade along your skin.

"Eddie, come on. I'll let you do whatever you want, just...don't kill me."

You couldn't understand how you were managing to stay so calm, especially considering that on the inside, you were losing your freakin' mind.

"I won't kill you." Eddie smirked, before nicking your skin with the blade. "If you're good for us, then we might have to keep you around."

You just gave him a small nod in agreement, your gaze falling to the blood that was currently spreading across your skin. And as Eddie stared down at the small wound, he had a near animalistic expression on his face, his grin only widening at the sight.

He sucked in a breath before leaning down to lick a stripe up your thigh, the taste of copper filling his mouth. He groaned against your flesh, his dick becoming painfully hard in his jeans.

"Holy shit." Eddie sighed, his eyes shooting down to the tent forming in his pants, before looking back up at Steve. "Do you mind?"

"Go right ahead." Steve smiled, releasing you and stepping back from the bed. "After all, this was your plan."

Eddie couldn't help the quiet groan that escaped his lips then as he dropped the knife on the nightstand, practically ripping his robe off, before bringing his hands down to unbuckle his belt.

You waited in anticipation as he pushed his jeans down his legs, his boxers going with them. And when his cock sprang free from its constraints, you felt your pussy throb from the sight.

"You ready to get this wet for me sweetheart?" Eddie smirked, his eyes wild as he stared down at you, his hand coming to wrap around the base of his cock.

You could only offer him a weak nod as you waited for him to make his next move.

You gasped when he reached around you to grip the back of your hair, roughly pulling you forward onto your hands and knees. And he gave you no warning before he nudged your mouth open with the head of his cock, wasting no time with pushing himself all the way into your mouth.

Eddie let out a guttural groan when his tip hit the back of your throat, making you gag around him. He kept his hand threaded through your hair as he started to urge your movements over him, your head bobbing up and down on his cock.

"Shit, Eds." Steve groaned, his robe already discarded behind him, his jeans and underwear pooled around his ankles as he grasped his aching cock. "She's fucking gorgeous."

"Isn't she?" Eddie grinned, his breath hitching in his throat at the sight of your lips wrapped around him.

His hands were still tightly gripping your hair, a dull pain beginning to radiate across your scalp, as he continued to thrust into your mouth.

Steve was still standing off to the side, watching intently as he moved his hand up and down his length, completely captivated by the sight in front of him. He wanted so badly to be inside you right now, to split you open on his cock, but he wanted Eddie to have his moment. They had planned this for so long, and he wasn't about to go against Eddie's wishes now.

Your eyes were watering as you struggled to keep from gagging, Eddie's cock relentlessly hitting the back of your throat over and over as he brought himself to his release.

"C'mon Eds, hurry it up." Steve finally urged, becoming too desperate to wait any longer.

Eddie simply picked up his pace, thrusting harder inside your mouth, before you felt his dick twitch, the warmth of his release coating your tongue. And as he worked to steady his breathing, he slipped his cock out of your mouth, watching as you swallowed down his load.

"Jesus Christ, you're such a fucking slut." He said proudly, looking over to his partner. "You seeing this Steve?"

Steve nodded, a wicked smirk on his face as he advanced towards you both. "Alright, my turn."

Eddie stepped back then, giving Steve room to take over. And you were still trying to get your bearings, so it took you by suprise when his hands came down on your shoulders, pushing you onto your back as he came to hover over you. And you couldn't help raising your hips up towards him, desperate for him to be inside you.

Steve clearly noticed your desperation as a small smirk pulled at his lips, before he reached down to press his fingers to your clit.

"Jesus, you're soaked." He said, feeling incredibly proud when a quiet moan fell from your lips at the contact. "Bet you can't wait for me to have my dick inside you again."

"Mm, Steve...please." You whined, your eyes falling shut as he nudged his tip into your entrance. You didn't even care how wrong this was anymore, you just needed him to be inside you.

When Steve finally pushed himself inside, you cried out his name, as you threw your head back into the mattress. And he wasted no time in setting a brutal pace inside you, his thrusts already beginning to shake the bed beneath you.

Eddie simply smiled at the sight, happy that Steve could finally have his moment. And he was filled with anticipation of what was to come. He was just waiting for his mark.

"Oh god!" You cried, your hands desperately fisting the sheets as Steve pounded into you, his balls beginning to slap against your ass. "Fuck!"

"That's it, baby." Steve panted. He was filled with pride as he watched you coming undone before him. "You gonna come for me?"

You nodded, your eyes still clamped shut as he continued to drive himself into you, the sound of skin smacking against skin filling the room. You'd completely forgotten that Eddie was merely feet away, watching as Steve ruined you. But you couldn't bring yourself to care, because this just felt too good.

After a few more hard thrusts, you could feel yourself finally reaching your release, heat beginning to pool in your belly.

And Steve could feel his own release nearing as he continued to slap his hips up into you.

And within seconds, you were practically screaming, the fire exploding in your belly as pleasure wracked through you. "Oh my god! Yes!"

But it wasn't over yet, as Steve barely gave you any time to recover before he was repositioning you both, him lying on his back whilst you straddled him, his cock still buried deep inside you.

You looked down at him in confusion but you quickly realised what was about to happen when Eddie circled the bed, coming to position himself behind you.

"No, wait, I can't." You pleaded, shaking your head as you turned to look at Eddie.

"Yes you can, sweetheart." He said, smiling at you as he readied himself. "Remember what we agreed on. You've gotta be good for us, remember?"

His words from earlier echoed in your mind and you gave him a weak nod, turning to look back down at Steve, who seemed to be trying incredibly hard to remain still whilst you waited for Eddie.

And when you felt the tip of Eddie's dick press against your entrance, your whole body tensed, prompting Eddie to bring his hands up to your shoulders, squeezing slightly.

"Remember what I said." He whispered, leaning close enough for his lips to brush against your ear.

You nodded again, swallowing as you waited for him to push into you. And when he finally sank himself inside your tight hole, you groaned from both pain and pleasure.

Steve took this as his cue to move, a grin breaking across his features as he carefully thrusted up into you as Eddie pulled out. They both took a moment to set a pace inside you, but once they had figured things out, they began moving inside you easily, both of them groaning quietly.

The sensation of them both moving inside you hurt at first, but after a few more steady thrusts, you were finding that it was quite pleasurable.

Steve had pushed your t-shirt up over your head now, Eddie discarding it on the floor behind him, and both their hands were roughly kneading your breasts, making you moan loudly.

"Oh god." You breathed out, your eyes screwing shut as you felt another orgasm nearing. "Oh...fuck."

"That's it sweetheart." Eddie chuckled. "You gonna come for us?"

"Yes! Oh god, yes!"

"Shit Eds, I'm so close." Steve panted from beneath you, his mouth hanging open as he continued his movements inside you.

Eddie simply groaned in response, his own release nearing as he thrusted inside you.

It wasn't long until you were coming around Steve's cock, your arousal coating them both as they continued to drive themselves into you. And when you were finally spent, the only thing that was holding you upright was Eddie's hands around your body.

They both worked themselves to their release, and moments later, you could feel them both twitch inside you, guttural groans falling from their lips as they came.

And when they finally caught their breaths, Eddie slipped out of you, slumping down on the bed beside you.

"Holy shit." He panted, his chest rising and falling heavily as he grinned at you. "If only you'd have realised our potential sooner."

"Are you...gonna kill me?"

"No, we gotta keep you around sweetheart."

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dream a little dream of me.

sleep demon!eddie munson x afab!reader

cw: SMUT. breeding kink, monster!eddie, readers body is “changed”(I think thats it?)

You’re tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep thanks to the ache between your legs. You already tried getting yourself off to no avail, so sleeping it off was your plan b.

You didn’t know why you’d been so horny lately. All day you’d be thinking about being taken over your work desk or in the coffee shop bathroom. Wet dreams plagued your mind every night of a beautiful man making love to you had left you with wet sheets from how hot and bothered you were getting even in your sleep.

But no matter how much you tried to satisfy yourself, it just wasn’t enough.

Just as you were about to drift off, the mattress dipping caught your attention. You lived alone, besides your cat, so you just assumed it was them joining you in the bed. That was until it continued to dip, pushing down deep indicating that whatever was on your bed was much heavier than your cat.

You froze in fear, trying to regulate your breathing to make it seem like you were still asleep. Your mind raced as you tried to think of what to do.

“I know you’re awake.”

You stopped breathing. You felt your heart pounding on your chest as you panic.

“Don’t be afraid, I’m not here to hurt you,” the voice said, sounding less distorted and more like the voice of…

Slowly you turned to look behind you. Sitting on the edge of your bed was the man of your dreams. His soft eyes met yours, his smile turning toothy when you realized it was him.

Were you dreaming right now? It didn’t feel like it. Maybe you were lucid dreaming?

You didn’t have much more time to think about it as he placed a hand on your cheek. It felt as if he really were touching you, and you felt conflicted with that fact.

“I missed you, sweet girl,” he coos at you. “I hate it when you leave me.”

He leans down, stopping just short of kissing you. His eyes flash for a moment, looking almost red compared to his normal color.

When you don’t protest, he closes the gap between you, letting your lips slot together perfectly in a deep kiss. His mouth moves against yours and you reciprocate, feeling as if its the natural thing to do.

As the kiss deepens you feel his hands slowly start to roam your body. He feels you up, his hands landing on your breasts, squeezing and fondling until you hum against his lips. The man smiles against you.

He pulls away, lidded eyes stating down at you as his lips start to kiss down your jaw, your neck, between your breasts, down, down, down, until he’s positioning himself between your legs.

“Mmm such a pretty sight,” the man says, looking at your pussy with lovesick eyes. “Prettiest I’ve ever seen.”

He runs a finger through your folds, making you gasp at the sudden contact. He takes his finger to his mouth, his tongue wrapping around it to lick off your juices.

“Mmmm, like the divine nectar,” the man hums. You watch in anticipation as he brings his face closer to your pussy. His long tongue darts out again, your hands flying to his hair as he gets to work opening you up.

All of the times he’s spent with you in your dreams gave him plenty of practice to know exactly how you like it. He lets his tongue flick and rub against your clit as his fingers work diligently inside you. You feel your legs start shake as he brings you closer and closer to your peak.

Just as you feel yourself tipping over the edge, his tongue and fingers switch places. The pads of his fingers rub against your clit roughly as he sticks his long, thick tongue inside you. The muscle penetrates you deep, until you feel him hitting against your cervix.

Your vision goes white, little stars dancing behind your eyes as you cum hard on his tongue. In your blissed out state, you almost dont feel the way something is pushed deeper inside of you. It feels like a slight pinch, but almost immediately after your body feels like it’s on fire.

Whatever the man put inside you with his tongue begins to spread over the walls of your womb, coating it in a thick lining. Any arousal you had in your body was turned up to a hundred as you turn into a bitch in heat. Slick begins to pool on your bedsheets as it leaks from your pussy.

The man watches your body’s changes with delight. He licks his lips at the sight of you, his sharp teeth suddenly very noticeable to you.

“How do you feel?” He asks you, eyes still settled on your soaked cunt.

“H-hot?” You stutter, looking up at him with pinched brows. Was he always naked? Or had you not noticed his huge, hard cock until just now?

“That’s normal,” he says softly. He gently places a hand over your womb, his pointes nails grazing your skin. “How do you feel here?”

You look at his hand on your lower stomach. It’s huge when compared to the size of your body.

“Feels fine, maybe a little crampy?”

He coos down at you, leaning in to give you a kiss.

“That will get better once I’m inside,” he assures you. His hand leaves your stomach to cradle your face lovingly. You lean into his touch, nuzzling against his large palm.

“What-what did you do to me?” The last word came out as a squeak as you feel the tip of his cock slid through your folds.

He leans into you, his hot breath on the bare skin of your neck as he rolls his hips. Once he’s satisfied with how wet you’ve gotten his cock, he finds your entrance and slowly begins to push it inside of you. He feels even bigger than he looks, and you start to panic as he continues to stretch you out. You grab at his broad shoulders and he shushes you.

“It’s okay,” he says, “your body will sense my size and adjust accordingly. Give it just a moment.”

There’s a slight strain in his voice that wasn’t there before. You can see his brows pinching together as the head of his cock nestles against your cervix. He pauses, looking down for a moment to observe how little of him your body had yet to take.

Suddenly, you feel a tingle between your legs, and a wave of slick pushes out of you. Your body felt like a raw nerve, becoming sensitive to even the smallest shift that the man makes. You begin to squirm beneath him out of desperation, seeking any bit of friction to give you some relief.

“Oh, fuck me,” the creature moans above you, watching the way you try and fuck yourself on his cock.

“Can I move?” He whines. “I need to fuck you.”

You realize you’d been staring down at where the two of you connected. When you look up to the creature’s face, he looks just about as fucked out as you feel.

His disheveled hair falls around his horns and into his face. His mouth is slack, his long tongue hanging out between his parted lips. He’s staring right at you, waiting.

“Please.”

You realize he must not be able to move unless you give him verbal permission. So when you manage to squeak out a “yes,” the creature lets out a sigh of relief. A devilish grin spreads across his face as he gets himself situated.

He pulls out of you agonizingly slowly, before thrusting sharply back inside of you. Your legs straighten at the sensation, his cock hitting your sensitive spot with ease and sending a shock wave through your body.

Suddenly you were cumming on his cock, never feeling a sensation like that before. He continued to move, fucking you through your orgasm without slowing down.

Dark tendrils of hair clouded your vision as he brought his lips to yours again. His long tongue began to lick into your mouth, filling it until you felt it trying to breach your throat. The size and thickness of it had you sucking on it out of instinct. The creature seemed to enjoy this, moaning into your mouth in response.

It was almost too much to be so full of this monster. The haze of lust made it hard to tell where your body began and his ended. Every thrust felt like a spark of lightning through your body that traveled to your finger tips.

When the creature pulled away from you, you audibly whined at the loss, even while gasping for air. He leaned back, angling his hips in a new way that had you seeing stars. Your back arched off the bed as you began to cum again.

“Dammnit,” the gruff voice of the monster breathes out. “You’re like a vice around me.”

“Feel so good,” you say breathlessly.

“Mmm, told you I would make the pain go away.”

You couldn’t think straight, let alone understand what he was talking about. All you could think of is your monster lover and the way he was moving inside of you.

And cum.

The thought of him cumming inside you became all consuming. The need for him to breed you was overwhelming to the point where you began bucking your hips into him again in a feeble attempt at expediting the process.

“Mmm you’re getting so needy aren’t you?” The monster cooes above you. You nod loosely, head bobbing but your eyes lazily fixed on the creatures deep brown ones, pupils big and wide enough you can see your own reflection in them.

“I never did tell you what I did to you, did I?” He says, still moving at a brutal pace.

“Nuh-uh,” is all you manage to say, gasping again at a particularly sharp thrust.

You look down at where the monster and you meet. For a brief, lucid moment your eyes go wide as you see the monsters cock fully disappearing inside of you, a small bulge pressing against your abdomen with every thrust the monster makes.

“I think you can tell by now that I am not like you,” he says. “But, the only way my kind can reproduce is with humans.” His hands roam your body, almost in awe of your form as he continues to speak.

“The only problem is that your kind,” he places a hand above your womb, “are only compatible if we…make it that way.”

Your cloudy thoughts make small connections between his words and his actions. If you were in a right state of mind, you’d probably have loads of questions you wanted answered. But right now, you only had one goal.

Grabbing the monsters arms, you use all of your strength that you can muster and manage to flip him completely only his back. The confident, sure creature becomes wide eyed and blushing as he stares up at you in a state of shock.

“Wh-what are you—“

“Shhh,” you shush him. “Want you to cum. Please?”

You waste no time as you begin to bounce up and down on his hard cock. He was deeper than you could ever imagine possible, but there was no pain. If anything, you couldn’t hold yourself back from cumming again and again.

“Holy shit,” the creature says, mesmerized at the way you use him for your own pleasure.

“Name.” It doesn’t come out as a question, rather a command.

“Wh-wha-You want to know my name?” The creature stutters.

“Yes, yes, please!”

“Eddie! It’s Eddie!”

“Oh, fuck, Eddiieeeeeeeee!”

That pushed the creature over the edge. His large hands grab at your hips to hold you in place. Hot ropes of thick cum begin to fill you up until you start to feel it leaking out of you.

When you can finally open your eyes, you find the creature—Eddie—tongue out and panting as he catches his breath. Before your eyes you watch as he shifts from his monstrous form back into the man you’ve been seeing in your dreams.

If everything wasn’t so real, you’d almost think you were dreaming after all. But the slow circles that Eddie was rubbing into your hips was confirmation enough that all of this was very real.

“Hi,” Eddie says with a dimpled grin when you land next to him in the bed.

“Hi,” you say, looking at the handsome man next to you.

“You okay?” He asks, caressing your cheek.

“Yeah,” you sigh, turning to fully face him. “I just have a lot of questions.”

thanks for reading!

Yandere Peter Ballard

AO3

Pairings: Yandere/Dark! Peter Ballard X gn!Reader

Warnings: Yandere, dark, manipulation, stalking, obsession, possession, violence, killing, murder, blood, forced relationship, lying

Whether you're one of the "prisoners" there, whether you're an outsider, or Martin's child... you are his obsession now. The moment his hateful and venomous eyes meet with your innocent gaze, something snaps inside him. He doesn't know exactly what his feelings are, but he realizes how much he cares for you when he saw himself that he hasn't faked the caring friend role he's played so far when he's with you. Everything he says is true and his smiles are sincere. He can't believe himself, and mostly you. Who were you?

No matter how sincere his feelings and actions are towards you, he still isn't completely honest. There is a manipulative predator lurking behind his sincerity, and his gaze at you is as if he's looking at some poor prey. It was like you had walked with your own feet to the table of a hungry wolf and expected him to feed you. Listening carefully to his soft voice is proof of how naive and easily fooled you are. You widen your eyes and look at him with your separated mouth. You really are silly, aren't you?

Believing everything he says and being enchanted by his caring voice makes his job much easier. He manipulates you with his words and actions every second he spends with you. He doesn't condition himself "I have to manipulate" when he's with you, it just happens. While you're having time with yourself, he sits next to you and slyly tells you everything he wants to get into your weak mind with a smile on his face. He knows how to get you closer and bond with him. From the stories he tells to the advice he gives, you listen with interest because he's a very understanding and kind person. A good man who is beyond your dreams. Infact, he may be the only one you need for the rest of your life!

That's not all. He closely monitors your interaction with those around you. He makes sure you don't talk to anyone and warns you not to trust anyone. They will all try to hurt you, stay with him and just trust him. He can be the only friend you need. He makes you believe that you are in need of protection, whether you have powers or not.

He brings you everything you might need, you need, want, or think you'll love, even though you don't want him to do. He takes great pleasure in providing you, making him feel like you're under his control and depended on him for everything. He wants to place in your mind the question "Will he bring something for me today" so that you can think of him as your provider. This way you'll see how well he takes care of you and want to live a life with him. It's very important for this relationship that he guides you into this rather than forcing you. He doesn't want to do the hard way no matter what.

His patience really allows things to go the way he wants them to. When a question mark arises in your mind, he talks to you maybe for hours to clear it up. He can spend all his time making you completely believe him. His patience doesn't run out and he never lets down his innocent mask. You can't see his true color unless you try to seriously hurt him.

He learns your interests quickly and uses them while spending time with you. He shows you how much he cares for you in every possible way and at every opportunity. It would take you a long time to realize that someone who cares so much for you is a very powerful and dangerous person.

He takes very good care of you when you hurt yourself in some way. He's the one who take care of you unless otherwise necessary, and he always asks if it hurts before and after he bandaged you. He doesn't want you to move and wants you to stay in bed. It's almost like giving orders. But then he quickly smiles and says if you get out of bed it'll upset him a lot, so you do as he says and rest. Although he tells you not to go anywhere as if he can't be with you all day, he stays with you almost all day. He reads you books, tells stories and memories, asks questions to get to know you, and entertains you. Seeing you hurt and crying deeply disturbs him. It's not in his plan for you to get hurt. He doesn't stop until he finds out who or what caused it.

The day he takes you in a safe place and tells you to stay there, you'll figure out everything. The screams coming from outside take you out of that room and you run until you find him. Blood and dead bodies scare you so much that you almost faint. You think he'll protect you when you find him, but the moment you witness him killing the boy who bullied you, danger bells ring all over your mind. Maybe a long time ago you suspected his obsessive interest in you and you wanted him to leave you alone, maybe you liked it and wanted him to stay, it doesn't matter. Once you find out that he's a ruthless murderer who has incredible powers, you want to escape from him forever. But he's very convincing.

His cold voice gives a chill down your spine since you didn't listen to him and left there, but it softens after he turns to you. He tells you that he did everything for you and that they were the real enemy. He smiles as he caresses your cheek with his bloody hand. He still refuses doing the hard way. He knows how sensitive you are in that moment, and he's trying to get you to his side, despite all the murders he's committed. He knows that if he does the hard way, your feelings for him are almost certain to change permanently, and he never wants that. You expect destructive and cruel behavior from him, but he never gives it. He refuses to take his mask off. Maybe he's not wearing a mask when he's with you, or maybe the fear of losing you is stitching the mask on his face. All he knows that he doesn't want you to afraid of him.