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Too bloody cute ❤️

Hi! I’m not sure if you’ve done this before, but can you do one where the reader has a child, and Jack knows but is afraid after you tell him you have a son (4-5 years old). Your son's dad is still in his life, but they don’t have the best relationship. You can do what you want with this

Luca and Mommy

Summary: Jack feels bad about distancing himself from you after he sees you with your son and baby daddy.

A little angsty to fluff.

”Mommy, can I have some ice cream?” Luca asked you, giving you his big puppy eyes.

“After dinner bubs,” you told him and took out two plates for the both of you. You picked your son, Luca up from kindergarten after work a few hours ago and came home and made lasagna. While it was cooking up you had time to read with him and now it was time for dinner.

“Okay mommy” he pouted but quickly forgot about it when you put his plate in front of him.

"It's still hot baby, be careful" you reminded him as he grabbed his fork to eat. He nodded and blew on his food to make it cool down, you smiled at him and poured him a glass of juice.

Just as you sat down in front of him, you got a notification on your phone. You grabbed it and saw that it was Jack who messaged you. He hadn't spoken to you in two weeks, coincidentally after he saw you, Luca, and Luca's dad whilst you were in the park. He and Urban had gotten out for a walk when they saw you, they came up and said hello but walked away quickly after that. After that awkward meeting, you only received cold answers from him when you were messaging and no phone calls at all, and the last week no messages at all, until this one that is. You got tired of waiting around for him so you simply just stopped trying, clearly he didn’t want anything to do with you and Luca.

Jack - Can I call?

You rolled your eyes and quickly answered a - not now - before putting the phone away and turning your focus to Luca, listening to him telling you about his day and what he did at kindergarten. After dinner, you ate ice cream and watched a little TV before you gave him a shower and then read him a bedtime story. When Luca fell asleep you took a warm shower and then got out to make yourself some tea, to have a little me-time before going to bed. While you waited for the water to boil, you checked your phone again and saw that you'd received more messages from Jack.

Jack - Sure, let me know when.

Jack - how's it going?

Jack - Please I need to talk to you

Jack - I need to apologize for how I’ve acted

You and Jack had been seeing one another for a while now, going on dates and hanging out, and it had started to get serious between the two of you. You were transparent with your life as you didn’t want to waste anyone’s time, so Jack knew about your son almost immediately. He loved the way you talked about him, and sometimes you felt you were being too much but Jack encouraged you to talk more about your son. He loved how family oriented you were and he truly admired that about you. He made it clear that he understood boundaries and knew it would be a while before they met in person. You had such good feelings about him and were finally feeling ready for them to meet, but after that awkward meeting in the park and Jack shutting you out, you brought your walls up again and tried to push your feelings away.

You took a deep breath before typing out your answer: -- You can call now --. Almost directly you got an incoming Facetime call. he just had to call Facetime huh you thought as you quickly pushed your hair away from your face before answering.

"Hi" he said with a faint smile as soon as he saw your face.

"Hi" you answered before taking a sip, feeling the tension through the screen. Jack didn't say anything for a few seconds, making you speak up. "So you wanted to say something?"

"yes, I'm sorry for being off these past few days," he said after taking a deep breath.

"two weeks are a little more than a few days but whatever" you mumbled and took another sip from your tea. He didn't say anything to that other than nodding.

"I know, and I need to apologize about that. I was just in my own head when I should have talked to you" he explained

"I get it, you freaked out when you meet me with my son and got cold feet. I get it, it's whatever, I don't care" you lied "nothing that I haven't been through before" you mumbled and saw how his eyes immediately widened at your words.

"no no no, it's not like that at all, please y/n believe me it's not like that" he hurriedly said

"What is it like then?" you questioned him

"It's just that" he took a deep breath, trying to find the right words "It felt like I was in the way of your family that day, and I didn't want to interfere so I got into my own head" he explained "I'm so sorry y/n, I was being stupid, I don't know how to make it up to you."

"I accept your apology, but I don't think it's a good idea that we continue being more than friends," you said biting your lip, you felt yourself getting emotional but you pushed the tears away, not wanting to cry in front of him. If he couldn't handle that situation in the park and got distant and cold feet, what would he do when times got hard? raising a child is not an easy task and a lot of hard things follow with it, would he up and leave whenever things got tough? You had to think about what's best for you and especially for Luca.

"What, Y/N please don't" he got stressed " Let us at least meet up and talk more about this, please" he begged you. Just then you heard Luca calling on you.

"Luca is awake, I have to go, Bye Jack" you turned the call off before he had time to answer, and wiped the tear that had slipped down your face before walking to Luca's room.

"What's wrong bubs?" You asked and turned on his night lamp

"I want water" he mumbled and rubbed his eyes. You really had to start putting a water bottle next to him you thought before kissing his head.

"Okay my love, I'm going to get you some, you wait here" You didn't want him to get out of bed and lose his sleep so you walked to the kitchen and filled up his spiderman water bottle before returning to his room.

"There you go" You gave him multiple head kisses and tucked him in once again. You stayed next to him until he fell asleep and then got up to get ready for bed yourself. You checked your phone one last time and read the last message you had gotten from Jack.

Jack - Please don't do this, let us meet and talk about it

You sighed and typed an answer

You - Fine, I'll call you tomorrow and we’ll figure something out.

——Time Jump ——

It had been two days since you and Jack talked on the phone and you told him you two were better off as friends. You had called him the day after and you both decided to meet up today, Friday. You had just dropped off Luca at kindergarten and began driving to Starbucks to order breakfast. You didn’t have meetings until the afternoon so now was the perfect time to meet Jack. Your best friend Melanie knew about it all and you called her for some mental support.

“I really like him, Mel” you sighed

“I know you do, but if he runs away whenever things get tough then he's not worthy of you and Luca," she said, you nodded even though she couldn’t see you.

“I know, I was really rooting for him. I thought he was going to be the man I finally introduced to Luca, but well that flopped” you chuckled and tried to hold back your tears, it’s not time for them now. You just wanted to go through this meeting with him and go to work.

"Listen to what he says and to his explanation at least. Call me after okay?" she told you.

"I will, thank you," You both said your goodbyes and you arrived at Starbucks and ordered for you and Jack. When you received your order you started driving to Jack's apartment. You parked the car and walked up to his door, took a few deep breaths, and knocked on the door. You didn’t have to wait long before Jack opened and let you in

“Hi, you look beautiful” he said and reached out for a hug as soon as you put down the breakfast on the side table in the foyer.

“Hi, thank you” you mumbled and hugged him back. The big and warm hug lasted a few seconds, and you almost forgot why you were there. You pulled yourself away and you both shared a soft smile.

"I hope you're hungry I brought breakfast" you picked up the breakfast and walked into the living room after Jack. He smiled at your thoughtful nature, he grabbed two plates from the kitchen and came back to sit down on his big sofa. He was wearing a burgundy sweatsuit that made him look so damn good - get your act together y/n you told yourself as you sat down across from him.

"Thank you for this, I'm starving," he said and took a big bite of his sandwich. You both ate and had small talk without any awkward silence, but as soon as Jack came back from putting the plates away the tension got a lot thicker.

"soooo" you said and gave him an awkward smile, slowly nodding your head. Jack took a deep breath before he spoke, You were not ready for this conversation....

"First of all, I have to tell you how deeply and truly sorry I am for how I handle things," he said and looked you deep in the eyes. You simply nodded and let him continue.

"It was really immature of me to act that way, and I just got into my own head. And if I'm being honest, I got afraid" he sighed

"Afraid of what?" You gently asked him, trying to understand where he was coming from.

"That day in the park, You looked like a happy family and Luca looked really happy with his dad around and I didn’t want to be in the way of that" he explained "But I’m sorry I didn't talk to you about it and instead distanced myself from you. That was immature of me” he sighed and ran his fingers through his curls, messing them up. You respected him for owning up to it but you couldn't help but get emotional at the situation.

"You should have told me that then instead of shutting me out Jack," you sighed "I don't like speaking about it, but Luca and his dad don't have a good relationship, they meet a few times a month and I have to be there every time they meet. Far from a happy functional family don't you think?" you rolled your eyes as you explained, you really didn't like talking about this. Jack only knew that you had full custody but he didn't know exactly how bad Luca's relationship with his dad was. "And you would have known that if you'd asked instead of running away" you couldn't help but add that last part, still feeling hurt by the way he handled things.

Jack looked at you with glossy eyes "that's fair" he nodded slowly, taking in everything you'd just told him. "I had no idea y/n. I feel bad about the way I went about it and I really hope you can give me another chance to prove to you that I'm serious about this" he begged as he reached out to hold your hands.

"I want to show you I'm ready for this and that I'm all in" He looked deeply into your eyes.

"I don't know Jack" you sighed.

"Let me be the man you deserve, and hopefully, if you let me, a father figure to Luca" As soon as he said that your heart started beating a hundred miles per hour. Was he really being serious about all this? If you were being honest with yourself you wouldn't want anything else than for that to happen.

"Well, I think you have to meet Luce before we jump to that" you let out a soft chuckle, making him smile.

"Are you open to the idea of me meeting him then?" he asked, the excitement could be heard in his voice.

"maaaybeee" you smiled "But you have to promise me you're a hundred percent serious about this Jack. I have to know you won't up and leave whenever things get hard because believe me they will"

"I really am, I want to show you how you two should be treated, the way you truly deserve. I'm all in if you let me" He scooted closer to you and gave you a big hug along with head kisses. After a while, he leaned back on the couch and pulled you with him and you cuddled up with each other.

"Do you feel comfortable telling me about Luca and his dad?" he asked gently, you took a deep breath and softly nodded. And then you proceed to tell him the whole story. Jack listened carefully and put a few comments here and there, hugging you tighter when you got emotional.

-- Time Jump --

It was finally time for Jack and Luca to meet for real this time. The talk you and Jack had was a month ago, and during that month your relationship with Jack had gotten even stronger. You had sat down with Luca the day before and told him that he was going to meet a very special friend of yours. Luca was a sweet kid, so you weren't that worried about it. Unlike Jack that was freaking out.

"Mom, what if he doesn't like me?" Jack sighed into the phone while he was driving to your house. He was clearly nervous about this meeting.

"I know baby, just be yourself and talk to him about his interest. And from what I've heard he is a very sweet child" Maggie tried to make Jack feel more at ease about the situation.

"He likes spiderman so I brought some spiderman stuff" Jack smiled to himself, starting to get more excited about meeting Luca. Jack and his mom spoke more until he arrived at your home. He knocked on the door.

"Wow, you look lovely," he said as soon as you opened the door, you blushed at that and gave him a big smile.

"Well so do you, come in" Jack stepped in and you could tell how nervous he was.

"He's going to love you, don't worry" you gave him a quick kiss before hearing Luca come running to the door.

"Hello, are you Jack, mommy's special friend?" Luca curiously asked as soon as he saw Jack standing there.

"Hi little man, I am" Jack laughed and bent down to give Luca his presents. "I heard you liked spiderman"

"A SPIDERMAN CAR" Luca screamed in excitement when he saw the present Jack had brought him. A remote control spiderman car, with a spiderman doll with it.

"Jack, Can we play with it right now?" Luca asked him, hugging the package. Jack looked up at you for an answer and received a nod. "come on, let's open it up" Jack and Luca went to the living room to start playing with the toys

When dinner was ready, the three of you sat down to eat and Luca got along very well with Jack, he even asked him to stay for the movie night, which he did. Luca fell asleep halfway into the movie which resulted in you having to pick him up and put him to bed.

"Y/N he is amazing," Jack said in awe as you came back to the living room. "He is so well-mannered and very sweet." You could tell how Jack's eyes lit up as he spoke about him, which made your heart flutter.

"He really likes you, I could tell" you smiled and cuddled up to his side. After a few minutes, you got up and made the both of you some tea and you both sat and talked for hours. This was really something you could get used to you thought and smiled lovingly at Jack while he told you about taking you and Luca to the aquarium next weekend.

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The Cheerleader • P3

18+ | minors dni

A barbecue at the Rogers' residence gets messy when you're introduced to Uncle Bucky.

Content Warning: Enemy's Dad!Steve Rogers x Reader, DILF!Bucky x Reader, age gap, smut (fingering, dirty talk, blowjob, face fucking, mean dom!steve, praise kink, a tiny bit of degredation kink), possessive!steve, fluff.

Part One | Part Two

"Okay. You are officially, absolutely deranged," Davina hisses as you drag her down the huge driveway. "You told me this was a fashion event!"

"That's the only way I could get you to come!" You retort, tightly gripping her wrist. "And I sure as fuck wasn't coming here alone."

The house in front of you is the biggest you've ever seen. There are multiple sports cars parked up, as well as a butler awaiting you with a grin.

"What the fuck?" Davina mumbles as the two of you approach him. "What kind of barbecue is this?"

"Welcome!" The man greets you. "My name is Phillip. You must be the wonderful Miss Y/N, and her friend...?"

"Davina," She finishes with a tight-lipped smile.

"Master Rogers awaits you both," Phillip tells you warmly, shooting you a wink. "I'm sure he'll be delighted to know you've arrived."

You follow him into the house and he leads you through the entryway and back out into the garden. There are a lot more people than you expected to see, and you immediately become acutely aware of just where you are.

"What the fuck am I doing?" You mutter to yourself, before turning to Davina. "How could you let me do this?"

Her rage-filled eyes widen. "I am going to beat your ass," She utters lowly, grabbing your hand. "Let's get out of here before someone sees us-"

"What the ever-living fuck are you doing here?" A cold voice suddenly cuts in behind you. You turn to see Jamie pushing her sunglasses up on her head as she looks you up and down with a glare. "Could that dress be any shorter?"

"We got lost," Davina claims, making you roll your eyes before stepping forward.

"I was invited," You remind Jamie curtly. "It would be rude to turn your father down."

"He only invited you 'cuz he thinks we're friends," She points out with a huff. "Why would you even want to be here, anyway? Are you planning something? I swear to God, if you're trying to pull something-"

"Relax, Jamie," You say calmly, patting her shoulder. "I just came by for a burger. No ulterior motive."

Astounded, she scoffs and points behind you. "Leave. Now. And take your little puppy with you," She hisses, giving Davina a dirty look.

"Screw you!" Davina retorts, and a determined look grows on her face. "You know what? Come on, Y/N, I see Mr. Rogers cooking sausages and they look delicious."

You snort as she practically drags you across the lawns and to the barbecue, where Steve is standing in a blue polo shirt and shorts. God, he's sexy. When he spots you, his face lights up and he takes off his sunglasses. Smiling widely, he puts down the tongs and opens his arms. "Hey, Y/N!" He greets you, pulling you in for a quick hug.

"Hi, Mr. Rogers," You reply coyly, looking up at him with a grin when you pull back.

"Please, call me Steve," He requests before glancing at Davina. "Hello, there. Another friend of Jamie's?"

She gives him a tight-lipped smile. "Something like that. Do you have any ice cream?"

"Sure do, honey. Head on inside and find Phillip; tell him I said you can have whatever you want," He says, to which she excitedly rushes away.

"Your house is amazing," You gush, standing at his side as he flips over a few burgers.

"Thank you," Steve says with a chuckle, quickly looking you up and down. "Cute dress. Buy it just for me?"

Your stomach flips but you hold your own, not letting your weakness be shown. "What, this old thing?" Lie. You bought it straight after your last encounter with him, but he doesn't need to know that. "So, Master Rogers, huh? Do you also have a batcave and a latex suit?"

Steve grins. "I dunno about the cave, but I'm sure I can find some latex for us to use," He says smoothly.

"Ugh. That was corny," You complain with narrow eyes. "I do appreciate the advocacy for safe sex, though."

"Yeah, I probably should've thought of that the last two times I saw you," He says with a wince while opening up a packet of burger buns. "You're on the pill, right?"

You nod. "And you're not fucking anyone else, are you?"

"Jealous?" He asks you with a cocky smirk. "Nah, baby. I don't have the energy or desire to be fucking anyone else right now."

"Me neither," You agree, wanting to be fully transparent with him. "Pietro and I still fool around, though - but not sex."

Steve swallows thickly but nods, keeping his eye on his meat.

Having not noticed his slight discomfort at your revelation, your eye catches a birthday banner hung up above the pool. "Where's the birthday boy? This is for Jamie's uncle or something, right?"

Steve nods, looking around. "Yeah, my best friend, Bucky. He should be here somewhere..."

You scan the crowd until you spot a man about Steve's age wearing a pink party hat and smoking a thick cigar. He has a big build, paired with a strong jawline and piercing blue eyes. Fucking hell. Are all the men in Jamie's family this hot?

"I think I see him," You utter, unable to take your eyes off him.

"Yeah, that's Buck," Steve says, focusing on his burgers. "You should go over to him. Birthday wishes from pretty girls always make him smile."

He doesn't have to say it twice. Before the sentence even fully leaves Steve's mouth, you're already trekking over to where Bucky's pulling out a beer from a cooler. His lips curl up when he notices you approaching him, and he quickly looks you up and down.

"Hi, there," Bucky greets you smoothly. "You one of Jamie's girlfriends?"

"Steve invited me," You point out, wanting to be more than just his niece's classmate.

"Did he, now?" He asks, raising a brow.

"Bucky's a weird name," You say curtly, pointing at the banner before stealing his beer and taking a swig.

Looking surprised by how forward you're being, he chuckles. "Uh, yeah. My first name is James, middle name Buchanan. Steve came up with Bucky when we were kids," He explains.

"James..." You trail off as the cogs in your head turn. "Was Jamie-?"

"Named after me," Bucky finishes proudly. "I'm her Godfather."

"Uncle Bucky!" A sudden shrill voice sounds out, right before Jamie jumps in between the two of you. "What are you doing over here? C'mon, let's help Dad with the food."

"I'm in the middle of a conversation, J," He clarifies sternly, making you smirk while she deflates.

"Right," She mutters under her breath. Turning to you, she lifts up her red solo cup, and it's almost as though the next few seconds happen in slow motion. Jamie moves forward as though planning on walking past you, before pretending to trip on nothing and spilling her drink all down your dress. Her eyes meet yours and she faux gasps. "Oops!"

The freezing cold beverage soaks through your cotton dress, sticking to your chest and making you shiver. Once the shock wears off, you're outraged - but you keep on a calm front for Bucky.

"What the hell, Jamie?" He says with a frown, putting down his beer and sticking his cigar between his teeth.

"I slipped!" She claims innocently while you cringe at the sensation of your wet, sticky skin.

"Come on, darlin', let's go clean you up," Bucky mumbles, nodding towards the house as he takes your hand in his.

"She can take care of herself, Uncle Bucky!" Jamie whines. "Let's go help Dad-"

"Stop acting like a child," He scolds her firmly, shutting her up as her lips slam together.

A wide smile breaks out on your lips, and just before Bucky whisks you into the house, you shoot Jamie a wink. First her dad, now her godfather? You're on a fucking roll. But it's not like she doesn't deserve it - your dress wasn't cheap, and it's likely ruined.

Bucky takes you upstairs and into a bathroom that most definitely has to be Jamie's judging by the decor and products, where he grabs you a towel. You do your best to wipe up as much of the liquid as possible, but your chest is still sticky.

"Here, lemme wet a few napkins," He suggests, taking his cigar out of his mouth and holding it out to you. "Grab that for me, cheerleader."

You take it from him and a few seconds pass before you process what he called you. With a frown, you tilt your head. "How did you know I'm a cheerleader?" You question him curiously.

He's dampening a few paper towels in the sink and he looks up to meet your eyes in the mirror with a sheepish look on his face. "Lucky guess?" He offers.

Narrowing your eyes, you place the cigar in your mouth. "Oh, sure. I bet Mr. Rogers has told you everything, hasn't he?" You ask flatly, only slightly annoyed at the idea of Steve bragging about you to his best friend.

Bucky smirks down at you, watching as you take a puff from the cigar. It's thankfully not too bitter for you, and you slowly blow out the smoke while keeping your cool. He then takes it back from you, shaking his head disapprovingly. "Those are bad for you, cheerleader," He mumbles with a wicked look in his eyes. "There are plenty of better things you could be putting in that pretty mouth of yours."

Tilting your head, you purse your lips. "Like what, James?" You ask him.

Instead of answering you, he grabs the moistened napkins and begins to pat them on your chest, cleaning up the residual liquid. "You're gonna have to take your dress off," Bucky tells you casually, staring at your nipples poking through the thin fabric of your dress. Subconsciously, you pull your shoulders back and accentuate your bust, which he notices and smirks at.

"Could you help me?" You ask him, your voice a little softer than usual as you feel your panties dampen at his touch.

He steps closer until there's no space between you, your bodies pressing against each other. With his breath on your lips, Bucky grabs two handfuls of the skirt of your dress and pulls it up, over your head. He tosses it to the side before looking you up and down, taking a puff from the cigar while drinking you in. Without a word, he lifts you up by your hips and sits you down on the edge of the sink, moving to stand between your legs.

"I can help you however you want," He utters smoothly, stroking your inner thigh, sending shivers down your spine. "However you need, cheerleader."

Although you know it's inherently a bad idea to go there with Bucky, you can't help but want to, so bad. And right now, when it's only you and him, and you're already half naked, there's no way you'll make the right decision.

"Touch me," You request lightly, resting your hand on his shoulder.

"Yeah? That's what you want?" He asks, his eyes twinkling. When you nod, he steps closer to you and continues stroking your leg, gradually moving his fingers closer to your heat. You gasp when he brushes them over your panties, making your legs tremble. "Don't worry, baby, there's no need to be nervous. It's just me," He assures you, only making you want him more.

He takes off your panties, biting his lip when he lays eyes on your practically glistening cunt. With a small smile, he looks into your eyes while running his fingers through your folds, making you whimper.

"Tell me how you want it, cheerleader," He says as he slowly pushes a finger into your entrance. "Talk to me."

"Fuck," You breathe out as he slowly opens you up. He thrusts his finger in and out of you a few times before you feel a increased desire. "More," You utter. "More, please."

"Yeah? You want one more?" Bucky asks teasingly, not taking long to comply with your request. He slips another digit into you, making you shudder. It's almost painful how slow he's going, the smug look on his face telling you he wants you to beg him for what you want.

"Faster," You say weakly, leaning back until your head rests against the mirror.

He does as you say, fucking his fingers into you faster, keeping his eyes on your face. "That feel good, cheerleader?" He asks you with a smirk.

"Yes," You cry out, gripping the edge of the counter with both your hands. "Feels so good, Bucky."

"Good girl," He mumbles, using his free hand to keep a steady grip on your thigh.

After a few moments, you're aching for something more. "Bucky, could you..." You begin, slightly nervous to complete the request.

"What is it, baby?" He asks you, continuing to finger you.

"Please, could you... curl your fingers?" You ask sweetly, placing your hands on his biceps, shuddering when you feel his muscles flex beneath your palms.

Your question makes him chuckle, and he nods. "Like this?" He asks before curling his digits inside you, making you squirm.

"Oh, shit!" You call out as your pleasure increases tenfold. "Oh, my God, just like that."

"Yeah? Like this, baby? You like that?" Bucky asks, getting off on your moans.

You feel lightheaded as he continues, every inch of your skin on fire. "I'm dizzy," You whisper.

"You're getting so tight around me," He mutters, fingering you harder while rubbing your clit with his thumb. "You're gonna cum for me, aren't you? Gonna be a good girl and cream all over my fingers?"

"Fuck, yes!" You moan as your eyes roll back. "Oh, shit, I'm cumming."

"That's it, good girl," He coaxes you through your orgasm as pure bliss rains over you. Your pussy squeezes around his fingers and your juices coat his hand, and he continues fingering you through your high.

Just as he's about to lean in to kiss you, the bathroom door swings open and you feel your heart fall to your feet. When you turn to see Steve in the doorway, you're only slightly relieved.

"Hey, man," Bucky says as he slips his fingers out of you, giving him a sly grin. "Thanks for the birthday present." When he sees the less than pleased look on Steve's face, Bucky winces. "Oh. Is this your girl?" Turning back to you, he gently taps your knee. "See, the reason me and Steve have been best friends so long because we have same taste in beer and different taste in women."

You raise a brow at his statement, subtly closing your legs. Steve is also confused, as he asks, "The fuck are you talking about, Buck?"

"Look at her!" Bucky exclaims, gesturing to you. "She has me written all over her. How was I supposed to know she was yours?"

"Alright, you can leave now," Steve grumbles, standing to the side to allow the brunet space to leave.

Holding his hands up in surrender, Bucky shoots you one last wink before walking out of the bathroom, patting Steve's chest on his way out. Once the two of you are alone, you give Steve an innocent look.

"It's his birthday," You excuse with a coy smile. "And you're the one who introduced me to him."

He lets out a grumble, walking further in and shutting the door behind him. "Is that right?" He asks, raising a brow. "You gonna fuck every man I introduce you to?"

"You gonna keep introducing me to hot men?" You counter.

"Definitely not," He states, watching as you stand up and put your panties back on. "You wanna know why?"

"Why?" You bite, taking a step closer to him.

Suddenly, Steve grabs you by the chin and pulls you closer. "Because, you dumb little thing," He begins lowly. "You're mine."

His words are simple, but they still have an intense effect on you. You suck in a sharp breath, utterly taken by him.

"Now, here's what's going to happen," He says in a soft voice, using his free hand to unbuckle his belt. "You're going to get onto your knees, and I'm going to fuck that pretty face of yours, and in the morning, when your throat is sore from my cock tunneling down it, you're going to remember exactly who it is you belong to. Do you understand me?"

With a dumbstruck look on your face, you nod. "Yes, Sir," You reply gingerly.

Steve tilts his head. "Then why the fuck aren't you on your knees yet?"

Immediately, you sink down to your knees, eager to please him. He runs one of his hands through your hair while you unzip his pants, your heart racing with excitement. Finally, you reach into his boxers and take out his hard, throbbing cock, swearing that it looks bigger than last time.

With wide eyes, you slowly lick a stripe up his length. He shivers as you flick your tongue over a prominent vein, covering his dick in your spit. "Stop fucking teasing," He growls, cupping your head in his hands. "Open."

Obediently, you open your mouth as wide as possible before he plunges his cock inside. Your brain goes into panic mode as his dick sits heavy and thick on your tongue, but you take a few deep breaths through your nose to calm yourself down. Once he senses that you're ready, Steve begins to fuck your face, his tip hitting the back of your throat.

"Ah, fuck," He hisses, throwing his head back. "That's it, good girl."

You keep your eyes on him as you suck his cock. It feels like you're doing something wrong; sucking Jamie's dad off in her own bathroom, but it just feels so fucking right.

"That's it," He praises, pulling on the ends of your hair. "Take it all. I know you can."

His words motivate you to take his entire length, causing you to gag. Your vision blurs but you keep your eyes open and on him, wanting him to see how determined you are to please him. Needing him to know how devoted to his pleasure you are.

Steve's cock continues to slide over your tongue and slip down your throat as he uses you for his pleasure. "Good girl," He mumbles, making your heart jolt. Such a casual comment shouldn't have such a deep effect on you, but the words echo in your head and drive you to urgently chase his pride.

And chase it, you do.

Hollowing out your cheeks, you begin sucking him harder than ever. This makes him groan loudly as his hips buck forwards, pushing his cock further down your throat and making you choke. His shaft begins to throb and twitch incessantly in your mouth, his fingers wrapping tighter around your hair as he pulls your head forward. With an animalistic grunt and a string of curses, he cums in your mouth. You feel his hot seed pour down your throat, and you eagerly swallow every last drop.

"Oh, fuck," He groans, throwing his head back as he weakly thrusts a few more times, riding out his high. "That's my good little slut."

His cock leaves your mouth with a string of spit attached to it, and you lick it clean for him before he places it back into his pants which he promptly zips back up. He's still breathing heavily when he holds his hand out to you, pulling you up onto your feet when you take it.

Once you're standing up, he immediately crashes his lips onto yours in a hot, fervent kiss. You wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer, darting your tongue into his mouth. His hands trail down your body and to your ass, which he squeezes in his big palms.

When he pulls away, both of you breathe heavily, and he smiles lazily. "Have I told you that you give the best head?" He asks teasingly.

"You don't have to," You say with a smirk. "All the noises you make are proof. And the fact you last less than-"

"Alright, I'm an old man, leave me be," He cuts you off, lightly spanking your ass. Suddenly, he sobers, and he looks deeper into your eyes. "So, you have fun with Bucky?"

"Sure did," You reply lightly. "Not as much as I have with you, though."

"Yeah?" He asks, to which you nod. "Good. That's good to know."

While you put your dress back on, you look around the bathroom, spotting the towel with Jamie's initial embroidered onto it. Knowing what you just did with her dad, and her uncle, you smirk, feeling satisfied. But deep down, there's a tinge of doubt, highlighted when Steve shoots a smile your way and your heart flutters.

Is this still just for revenge, or are you starting to catch feelings?

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Eddie Munson Reblogs

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Why Not Me Munson @hxneyeyes

pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Heartbreaker @toomanybandstocare

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Glimpse Of Us @eddysmunsons

pairing: Eddie Munson x Female Reader x Steve Harrington

Safe 18+ @loeyparker

pairing: Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Infidelity @eddiemunsonswhxre

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The Metal Head And The Material Girl @loveronlineee

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Second Best @strangerrmarvel

pairing: Eddie Munson x Cunningham!Female!Reader

I'll Tear Down The Sky @msgorillagripcoochie

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Parent Trap @skyfall8600

pairing: Ex-husband!Eddie x Reader

The Other Woman @dinodinodin0

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Prom @strangermarvelss

pairing: Eddie Munson x Cheerleader!Reader

June Baby @luveline

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Jack Harlow Reblogs

A collection of my favourite Jack Harlow Fics.

SERIES

Impalas And Air Force 1s, part 2, part 3, part 4 @harlowsbby

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Bare Wit Me Part 2 18+ @harlowsbby

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Lips Of An Angel 18+ @neon-lights-and-glitter

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Cold Water @heavyhitterheaux

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Commitment @heavyhitterheaux

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NDA 18+ @heavyhitterheaux

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For The Night 18+ Part 2 @heavyhitterheaux

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Funny Seeing You Here Part 2 @heavyhitterheaux

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On The Level @softtcurse

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Damage Control @alreadyjackbestfriend

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Jack Harlow Reblogs

A collection of my favourite Jack Harlow Fics.

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Impalas And Air Force 1s, part 2, part 3, part 4 @harlowsbby

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

Bare Wit Me Part 2 18+ @harlowsbby

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

Lips Of An Angel 18+ @neon-lights-and-glitter

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

Cold Water @heavyhitterheaux

Pairing: Husband! Jack Harlow x Wife! Reader

Commitment @heavyhitterheaux

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Toxic! Reader

NDA 18+ @heavyhitterheaux

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For The Night 18+ Part 2 @heavyhitterheaux

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

Funny Seeing You Here Part 2 @heavyhitterheaux

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On The Level @softtcurse

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Star Girl 18+ @softtcurse

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Damage Control @alreadyjackbestfriend

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The Harlows 18+ @cherryxcreme

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The End Of Us @sathina

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Explicit 18+ @yamahex

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By Another Man, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5 @alreadyjackbestfriend

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I see you are taking requests. I love Eddie munson x reader angst. So maybe one where Eddie's band is doing well and he goes on a small tour and he attracts the unwanted attention of a stalker. She is so obsessed with him she moves to Hawkins and that is when she finds out that he has a fiance (the reader). The stalker than becomes obsessed with making the readers life a living hell. Death threats and all that bad stuff. Until the stalker hurts her one day. Make it as angsty as you want. If you can't do it, then please just ignore. Only if you are comfortable with it. Thanks 😊

Warnings: stalking, lots of violence, blood, knives, language, allusions to sex

WC: 3.7k

A/N: This is by far the creepiest thing I've ever written. Please let me know what you think. Your feedback really keeps me motivated.

"Oh, Eddie," Gareth says in a sing-song voice, peering out at their growing audience from behind the stage, "guess who's he-ere!"

"Oh, God," Eddie mutters as he tunes his guitar.

Puzzled, you look from him to Gareth for an answer, but when no one offers one, you ask, "Who's here?"

"Sorry to break it to you, Y/N," Jeff's voice is teasing, dripping sarcasm, "but Eddie's got himself a secret girlfriend."

"Eddie Munson!" you joke, feigning anger. "And here I am, trying to plan our wedding while you're collecting groupies on tour."

Your fiancé smiles at you wickedly. "Figured we could have a threesome or somethin.'" You give him a playful shove as he leans in to kiss your cheek. "Nah, babe. She's just a fan. Harmless."

"Just a fan?" Gareth sputters, throwing his head back with laughter. "Dude, she basically stalks you after each gig, trying to buy you drinks. One time, we found her waiting outside next to Eddie's van. I don't even know how she knew which one it was."

Worry rises inside of you. "Eds, be careful. Some of these girls can get a little unhinged."

Eddie's noticeably less concerned. "Don't worry. I'm gonna bring you out on stage tonight and introduce everyone to my beautiful almost-wife." He slings an arm around your waist. "Hopefully she'll get the hint."

Watching Eddie perform was an ethereal experience. Sure, you'd heard him rehearsing in the apartment you shared, but seeing him on stage was something else. He just exuded passion for music and connected with his audience. Maybe he connected with them a little too much, considering the situation with that girl, but she was far from your mind as you watched his fingers glide across his guitar. Eddie was born for this.

Corroded Coffin was in the middle of a six-week tour of different venues across Indiana. You weren't able to go to all of them without missing work, but when shows were close enough to home, you made the effort to be there.

They were wrapping up their set, with just the encore left, when Eddie spoke into the mic. "Thank you all for being here with us tonight. We hope we were able to rock your fuckin' worlds!" He's met with a chorus of cheers, widening the grin on his face. "I wanna introduce you all to someone incredibly special to me, who inspires all of the love songs I write." He waves you over and you bound across the stage into his open arms, beaming.

"This is my beautiful fiancée, Y/N. And see this?" He takes your hand and turns it so your diamond ring faces the audience. "Because of fans like you coming to see us, I was able to put this rock on her finger!" He plants a kiss on your lips with an exaggerated mwah! as the audience awws. It's hard to see individual faces, but everyone seems to be smiling. Everyone except for one woman.

She's in the front row, arms crossed over her body. She's in a tight red dress that lands just under her thighs. Her long blonde hair frames her scowling face and she's biting her lower lip as though she's trying to hold back tears.

That must be her, you think. That must be Eddie's "girlfriend." But you can't focus on her for too long, because Eddie grabs a chair for you to sit on while the band plays their encore. You're too enamored with Eddie and his performance to notice the pair of eyes that bore a hole in your head.

After the concert, you join the boys in their hotel room for pizza and snacks.

"You guys killed it!" you say as you take a cheesy slice. "The perfect combo of originals and covers. You had them in the palms of your hands!"

Jeff nods, his mouth full. "Thanks! Had a good crowd tonight, too."

"Hey, Y/N," Gareth teases, "didja see Eddie's girlfriend?" Eddie smacks the back of his head.

You laugh. "The blonde who looked like she wanted to murder me?"

"That's the one!"

Eddie puts his arm around you, sending tingles through your body. "Well, let's see if she shows up to our gig tomorrow. See if my good luck charm did the trick."

"Or, you know," you look up at him with puppy-dog eyes, "we could always try for that threesome."

You drive home the next morning after staying with Eddie. He normally shared the room with the rest of the band, but he'd rented an extra room so you two could...catch up. You didn't want to leave, but you also need to get to work. You spent the morning nestled into his arms while he kissed all over your face until the bedside clock warned that you had to go.

"Let me know if she shows up and you need me to kick her ass," you whisper into his lips as you say good-bye.

"Calm down, Muhammad Ali," Eddie kisses you against your car, cupping your cheek as he presses his plump lips to yours. "I'll be fine."

You reminisce about last night with your beautiful, wonderful fiancé until you arrive at work. You're so focused on the thought of him running his fingers over your body like his strums his guitar to notice the green sedan that's been following you since you left the hotel.

It's dark out by the time you leave work. You make your way to your car and unlock the driver's side door when you spot a piece of paper tucked under your windshield wipers. It's ripped carelessly from a spiral-bound notebook. You unfold it and gasp. Written on it in black ink are two words:

Die, Bitch

This has to be some kind of joke. Someone messing with you. Who would be unhinged enough to seriously threaten your life?

And then you remember. The girl at Eddie's show.

Your blood runs cold. The clock reads 9:07 PM, which means Corroded Coffin is on right now. You can't even call him.

"Fuck!" you yell to no one in particular. You look around and don't see anyone. Okay, you can do this. You just have to get home, lock yourself in your apartment, and wait until 10:30 when their set usually ends. Yeah, you'll just call the venue and ask to speak to Eddie, and he'll come right home. Perfect.

You turn on the car and take deep breaths. In through the nose, out through the mouth. You've only gone down the road before the low tire pressure light illuminates your dashboard. This always happens in the fall when the weather gets cooler, and you make a mental note to fill up your tires tomorrow.

A few blocks later, you hear a clunk coming from the front of your car.

"Oh, come on!" you groan, slamming your fists onto the steering wheel. You pull over and get out of your car to inspect your tires. Sure enough, the front right tire is completely flat. That never happens; you can at least make it back from work and to the gas station before they run out of air. But then you notice that the front left tire is dangerously low, too. And so are the the two back ones.

Did she...did she slash your tires?

You run the last mile home faster than you've ever run before, hair flying behind you. The night is chilly, but you're drenched in sweat from the sprint and the fear coursing through your blood. Blisters form on your feet but you push through the pain.

The lights coming from your apartment building have never looked so beautiful. It's a place where the plumbing backed up and the elevators were out of service more than they worked, but right now, it's the best thing you've ever seen. You dash up the stairwell, grateful that your place is only on the second floor. Your weary legs are nearly collapse under you as you turn your key in the lock.

"Hi, neighbor."

You spin around and see her, leaned up against the door of the apartment across from yours. Her blonde hair is pulled back into a tight ponytail, and she's traded her dress for an inconspicuous sweater and pair of jeans, but it's definitely her. A sinister smile creeps across her face.

"Did you see the gift I left you?" she asks, walking toward you. "Or did it fall flat?" She cackles at her joke while you stay frozen, both fight and flight failing you.

"W-why are you doing this to me?" you finally manage. "What did I do to you?"

She narrows her brown eyes. "I show up to Eddie's shows. Every. Single. One." she spits venomously. "And you show up last night, act like you're fucking gracing us with your presence, showing off a ring that shouldn't even belong to you.

"Do you know what Eddie needs? Who he needs? He needs someone who supports him all the time, not just when it's convenient for her. He's gonna be famous one day, and when he realizes how many girls would do anything for him, he'll leave you in the dust where you belong," she sneers.

"Unfortunately, I don't have that kind of patience," she says calmly as she reaches into her pants pocket, pulling out a small pocketknife. "So here's what's gonna happen. You're going to end things with Eddie, or I'll slice your throat open and go back home like nothing ever happened." She gestures across the hall.

"You...live here?" you ask incredulously.

"Just moved in," she announces proudly, "but I've been keeping an eye on this building for vacancies since I first saw Corroded Coffin play. Y'know, Eddie shouldn't have his address listed in the WhitePages now that they're really taking off." She says this like she's helping, like she isn't threatening your life.

"Eddie's playing a gig right now," you say, though you're almost positive that she already knows this, "but he calls me every night after his show. I-I'll do it then."

She offers that evil smile again. "Perfect. Gives us time to rehearse what you'll say. And if you go off-script..." she presses the blade to your neck and cackles. "Now, open the door."

The phone rings at 10:40, and you snatch it from the receiver with breathtaking speed.

"H-Hello?" You feel the knife against your throat as she leans into hear what Eddie's saying to you.

"Hey, babe! Guess what?" You feel his excited energy through the phone and hope he can pick up on your terror. "She didn't show up. Looks like our plan worked!"

"T-that's great, Eds," you choke out, wincing as she overhears the conversation. She tilts your chin so that your eyes meet hers, and you watch her mouth, Say it. "But I'm breaking up with you."

"Haha, very funny," he says, and your heart sinks as you realize he's completely oblivious.

"No, I'm serious. You deserve better than me. And," you swallow thickly, "and I've been cheating on you."

There's silence on the other end of the line. You think he might've hung up until he exhales loudly and asks, "With who?"

"Doesn't matter," you repeat the lines she's fed you. "There's been more than one guy."

"Why are you telling me this now, Y/N?" His voice warbles, and your heart breaks knowing you're making him cry.

"I'm sorry," you respond, feeling tears well up in your own eyes, "but I don't love you anymore." And you hang up and burst into tears.

"There, there," she runs a cold hand through your hair, fingers catching on the knots that formed throughout the day. She tears through them, sending jolts of pain into your scalp. "You did the right thing, Y/N."

"Please, just leave me alone," you choke out. "I did what you asked."

She shakes her head. "You're not dumb, so I don't know why you're acting like you are." She grabs your elbow with her free hand and stands you up. "Go and pack your things. All your things. You're leaving tonight." You hesitate for a second and she raises the blade to your neck again. "I said GO!"

You shuffle into the room, still sobbing. You fling open a suitcase and start shoving clothes in haphazardly. She's next to you the whole time, watching your every move. After 30 minutes, you've packed as many belongings as you can into various pieces of luggage and piled them at the entryway.

"Now, one last thing," she says in an eerily soft voice. She takes your left hand, plucks off your engagement ring, and slides it on her own finger. She holds up her hand as the diamond catches the light. "Fits like a glove. Like it was meant to be."

You're about to throw up when there's a knock at the door. It can't be Eddie; his show was two hours from here.

"Who the fuck is that?" she hisses. She ticks the blade upwards and you feel the skin break slightly.

"I-I don't know," you answer truthfully. "I'll answer it and tell them to leave, okay?"

"Don't try anything, or that cut will be a lot deeper," she threatens.

You open the door slowly, just a crack, and see Jim Hopper standing in front of you.

"Y/N, Eddie just called me, said to get over here. Said something's wrong," he whispers. You see his eyes meet the trickle of blood creeping down your neck.

Help me, you mouth, and then quickly say, "I'm not interested in supporting the Hawkins PD." You close the door and pray that he got the message.

"Open this door!" he bellows. “Open the door, or I’ll break it down!”

The girl grabs your hair tight in her fist. “Did you call the police, you bitch?” Saliva gathers at the corners of her lips.

“N-no,” you cry, “Eddie must’ve called them after I hung up. I swear.”

She turns her attention back to the door to address the chief of police, never easing her grip on your locks. “You break down this door and you’ll find her in a pool of her own blood!”

You vaguely hear Hopper calling for backup through the pounding in your ears. I’m going to die, you think. I’m going to die right here in my home, where Eddie and I were supposed to start a family. She’s going to take it all away from me.

“It really is a shame it had to come to this,” she mumbles. “I’d hoped Eddie would see me at his shows and make me his. I dressed so he’d notice me, and apparently, he did.” She pauses for a moment, contemplating. “I bet it was you who told him to watch out for me. Because you know I’m a threat. You know I could steal him from you, and that terrifies you, doesn’t it?” She’s proud of herself, feeding her own ego.

You’re unsure whether it’s better to agree or argue, and you ultimately decide to say nothing. There isn’t anything that can help you now.

Another heavy knock on the door startles you from your thoughts. “Hawkins PD! Release the hostage, or we’re calling in the crisis team.” It’s not Hopper, but a different male officer, though you’re sure he’s still there.

She’s laughing now, and you only see pure malice in her eyes. “Fuck off,” she says, too quietly for them to hear. It’s meant for you.

The cop calls out twice more, and you hear him say something to the chief, though you can’t make out what it is.

“If you let her go, we can just take you down to the station. We don’t have to get anyone else involved,” Hopper tells her. “We don’t have to make this bigger than it needs to be.”

The girl bites down hard on her lower lip, drawing blood. “You see what you do? You couldn’t just leave Eddie alone, could you? This all could have been avoided if you weren’t so selfish.” Her hand still in your hair, she drags you over to the bedroom. Strands tear from your scalp. “There. Much quieter in here.”

She throws you on the floor, where you land with a smack. Your head hits the bed frame before you can get your hands out in front of you, and you yelp. A curtain of red falls over your left eye.

“Clumsy bitch,” she grumbles, pacing in front of the door.

She has to get tired eventually, you think. Just gotta wait it out.

She’s babbling on about her future with Eddie, what their wedding will look like, how adorable their children will be. That and the lightheadedness from losing blood is enough to make you sick. You feel the bile rising in your throat, but it stops when you spot something shiny underneath the bed.

Eddie’s handcuffs.

He used to just wear them as an accessory, but they’d been put to...other uses since you two had gotten together. They must’ve gotten kicked under the bed after you’d last used them.

A plan formulates in your head, though it’s hard to straighten your racing thoughts.

Wait until she’s sleeping...cuff her...run like hell.

You repeat the steps silently memorizing them as you did the lines to break up with Eddie.

Your clock shows that it’s just past midnight when you hear his voice.

“Y/N! Where is she?” he shouts at the officers, though you can’t make out their responses.

“Let her go!” he screams, fists hammering the door. “Just let her go!”

You’re trembling, desperate to be out of this room, to be held in his arms, to be away from the crazy woman who’s hell-bent on destroying you.

“Aw, your knight in shining armor showed up,” she taunts you now. “Wonder what he’ll think of my new ring. Think he’ll like it?” When you say nothing, she takes a sneakered foot and kicks you in the stomach. You curl up, shielding yourself from another blow. “I said, do you think he’ll like it.”

“Y-yes,” you say between clenched teeth. “I think he’ll love it.” You crane your neck slightly so you’re looking right at her. “What are you gonna do to me once you get him?” you ask softly, afraid for her answer.

“I’m gonna kill you,” she replies simply, as though it’s an ordinary response. “I’m gonna kill you and make him watch. Show him what happens when he makes the wrong choice, so he doesn’t do it again.” She flicks her knife and you shudder, but you don’t miss the yawn that escapes her mouth.

Keep her talking, you think hazily, but don’t talk too much. Don’t give yourself away.

“What made you go for Eddie?” you ask. “Why him?”

“We’re soulmates. I just...feel it.” Her eyes dance as she talks about him, the way he shows off for her on stage, the songs he writes that she knows have to be about her. She goes on and on, and the only thought keeping your stomach from souring completely is that she’s wearing herself out.

Hours pass, and the sun is starting to rise before her eyelids flutter as she lays against the bedroom door. The pinkish streaks streams through the blinds and you know it’s only a matter of moments before the bright light wakes her fully. You listen to her soft snores as you slowly reach for the cuffs, allowing yourself a tiny smile, a small moment of joy, as you grasp the metal between your weak fingers.

You snap one around her left wrist. You have to work fast but gently, strategically, to get the other around the doorknob. It won’t hold her back for long, but hopefully just long enough that you can get to safety.

As the second cuff clicks closed, her eyes snap open. “W-wha--” she starts, and you yank the door open and fly through the living room.

"I’m here I’m here it’s me!” you cry out, flinging yourself into the first person you see. That person happens to be Chief Hopper, who brings his gun down to his side to envelop you in his arms. You feel him breathe a sigh of relief, tension leaving his body.

“We’ve got you,” he murmurs. Someone throws a blanket over your shoulders and guides you towards an EMT. A swarm of uniformed officers, maybe a SWAT team, rushes into the apartment to arrest your assailant.

“Oh my god,” you hear Eddie breathe, making his way through the crowd of people until he reaches you. “Baby, I am so sorry.”

“‘S not your fault,” you sob into his chest, crumbling to the ground and taking him with you.

“Yes, it is,” he’s crying now, too, “I paraded you out on stage, showed you off, instead of just going to the cops in the first place.” He takes your hands in his, a puzzled look crossing his face when he can’t feel your ring.

“She took it,” you tell him numbly. “She’s wearing it right now.”

“I’ll get you a new one,” he promises, but you shake your head.

“Don’t care about that,” you heave, trying to catch your breath but finding it impossible. And then the world goes black.

You wake up in a hospital bed, machines whirring and beeping around you. You stir and almost immediately feel a hand on your arm.

“Y/N? You awake?” Eddie’s voice floats past you, music to your ears. You smile as a headache pulses through your temples. You touch your forehead gingerly to find a bandage covering the wound you acquired last night.

“I’m awake, Eds,” you croak.

“Oh, thank god,” he leans in to kiss you, laying a hand on your stomach, but he pulls back as soon as he notices your grimace.

“She...she kicked me there,” you explain, and his face falls.

“Fuck,” he whispers. His voice shakes and his hands tremble.

“Where is she?” Dread flows through you as you realize she could’ve escaped, could still be out there, waiting for you.

“Locked up, no bail,” his doe eyes meet yours. “She won’t hurt you anymore. I won’t let anyone hurt you anymore,” he promises.

Your tears are those of joy, and he holds you close, letting you cry. You’re staining his shirt but neither of you care.

“It’s over, sweetheart,” he promises. “You’re safe.”

Safe.

A word, a feeling, a state of being you’ll never take for granted again.

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spideyyboiirecs · 2 years

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Your smut is top tier, truly.

Would you consider writing something along the lines of a secret admirer situation - Sub reader develops a crush on Eddie after she's been buying weed from him for a while and begins secretly leaving suggestive notes in Eddie's locker detailing some of her fantasies about him until one day he finally manages to connect the dots during their latest drug deal in the woods. Maybe the reader, although had planned to eventually confess her identity, didn't expect him to figure it out at that moment and is initially pretty embarrassed until it all leads to some very sloppy/kinky sex in the middle of the woods. Degradation, spanking, little bit of daddy kink and whatever else you think might make it more saucy, please. Go nuts :)

Mystery Girl

(18+ only)

a/n: sorry i haven't posted in a bit, my life is in shambles. the good news is i think i'm over being sad and have moved on to apathy, so enjoy the filth!

summary: A stupid mistake leads Eddie to figuring out you were the one leaving dirty love notes in his locker for months.

wordcount: 5.9k

tags/warnings: fem!sub!reader, dom!Eddie, smut, praise kink, degradation, daddy kink, fingering (f receiving), p in v penetration, dacryphilia, spanking, choking, hair pulling, light bondage (hands tied behind back), light drug use, discussions of safe words, no use of y/n

It had been too many months to count since you started leaving the love letters. While you didn’t personally attend Hawkins High anymore, you still find yourself there fairly often thanks to licenseless friends that haven’t yet graduated. They’re all in school clubs, which sometimes leads to them running late when you’ve promised to pick them up. It would be rather annoying if it didn’t grant you the opportunity to sneak into the school and leave your notes to Eddie in his locker. Eddie was your dealer- introduced through a cousin of a friend- and after many late nights of smoking together he eventually became something akin to a friend in his own right. Maybe if you didn’t have such a pathetic crush on him you’d be able to more confidently accept his companionship, but for the meantime you only see him when you’re buying drugs (or doing drugs with him).

“Got another one,” he says, sprawled out in the back of his van while sparking up a joint he rolled for the both of you. “This one was pretty raunchy.”

He passes you the joint once it’s lit, too much of a gentleman to abide by the bad luck rule of the roller being the first to take a hit. “Oh really?” you ask, holding the end up to your mouth and feigning interest. “Raunchy how?”

He told you about it, but you of course already knew how. From the very first letter you left for him, Eddie’s been bragging to you all about his secret admirer. In the beginning, it was all very innocent. You would write about how you’d seen him around, how you found him funny and cute, stuff of that nature. But after a smoke sesh accidentally resulted in over indulging, he confided in you exactly what he’d like to do to this ‘Mystery Girl’ if he ever learned her identity. He would describe sexual acts you’d never heard of before, and was very blasé about it all despite the sensitive nature. The way he explained his fantasies about you (even though he didn’t know it was you he was talking about) brought warmth to your cheeks- and between your legs. It encouraged you to go further with your letters. You started detailing how you’d imagine him late at night, how you thought about his lips on you when you had your fingers circling your clit, how you’d wish your soft fingers were his calloused ones. Eddie seemed eager to share this development with someone, and to your rotten luck that someone was you.

He continued showing you what you wrote, unaware that he was just reading you back your own dirty secrets. Before you knew it, everything had snowballed out of control. The letters were filled with your wildest perversions and the subject of them was none the wiser. The possibility of him finding out and being so uncomfortable that he no longer wished to be kind-of-friends scared the living shit out of you, but no matter how many times you swore you were done with this bad habit you found yourself crawling back to that notebook with so many pages torn out. You really did try to stop it, but the next day Eddie would excitedly pull out a folded up piece of paper and the lovestruck look on his face as he talked about someone who actually wanted him was too much reward to not go through with the risk.

“Well,” he started as he watched the orange glow from your inhale fade away as you blew out the smoke, “she started it off by saying she wants to feel my rings on her neck while I choked her from behind.”

He laughed as he said this, so you laughed along with him. The memory of putting pen to paper and writing this came to you, but you hardly felt embarrassed anymore. You had written much, much worse. The anonymity allowed you to freely express yourself, and he seemed happy enough to hear it. Still, you couldn’t help but feel a little guilty to be keeping a secret like this, especially when you weren’t even sure he would feel the same if he ever learned the truth.

“That’s a little much,” you reply, passing the joint to him. He takes it happily, but shakes his head no.

“It’s sexy as hell, is what it is.” There’s a far off, dreamy look in his eyes as he takes his own short puff. “I’m telling you, whoever this is is my dream girl. If only I could catch her in the act, I’d drag her from my locker straight to this spot without even saying anything and eat her out in the school parking lot.” As he says this, he pays down on the blanket under you both.

“You’re not any closer in this mission?” you ask, squeezing your thighs together and storing that mental image away for later. He’s been obsessed with trying to figure out who was leaving these gifts in his locker, but thankfully he’s never been too hot on your tail.

“I just can’t find a pattern,” he grumbles. “It’s too random! All I got is the notes never show up during classes, so she has to either be coming way early in the morning or leaving them after school.” It was the latter, but you weren’t going to say that. “I’m going to find out who she is though, mark my words.”

“Well, good luck with that,” you laugh, crossing your fingers in the pocket of your hoodie.

A few days pass, and the weight on your shoulders doesn’t lighten. You’ve come to the conclusion that you have to fess up. It was the right thing to do, and Eddie wasn’t the type to judge unless being judged first. So hopefully in the unfortunate circumstance that he doesn’t return your feelings your acquaintanceship would still remain intact.

The woods behind the school were dim. The sun was just setting and dusk was falling over Hawkins. You were overdue for a re-up, and after a phone call to the Munson residence you were instructed to wait where the two of you usually do deals. You already weren’t overly fond of Eddie’s unsettling choice of a meeting spot, and now that the sun was starting to set earlier in the day that chill in your spine was especially present. The one thing distracting you from your paranoia was the fact that he’d surely bring up the note you’d left for him yesterday, and you were dreading having to play pretend again. You were going to come clean- you promised yourself- but today was not the day. Deep in your thoughts about how and when you were eventually going to do it, you nearly jump out of your skin when a twig snaps behind you.

“Just me,” Eddie calls out from the opening in the trees, “don’t get your panties in a twist.”

“Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” you respond with a shaky laugh as he saunters toward you with total ease, completely unaffected by the eerie creepiness of the darkening forest.

“I cannot tell a lie,” he says back once he’s within arms reach of you. He looks you up and down with an unfamiliar expression, but your growing anxiety forces you to hold back the questions that you’re tempted to ask him.

“Here,” you say, holding up a ten and a five. He takes it from you wordlessly and tucks it into his back pocket before slipping his hand into his leather jacket and fishing out a small ziplock baggie. You catch it midair when he tosses it to you, and the prickling sensation of his eyes never leaving your face has you itching to lessen the tension.

“Why do we have to meet here?” you ask, hoping that making light conversation will break Eddie from whatever weird mood he’s in. “You know I hate it.”

He finally takes his eyes off of you so that he can roll them, his teeth glinting in the small amount of light when he smiles wide. “I’ve told you time and time again, no one comes out here. We’re safe, we’re alone.”

His emphasis on the word ‘alone’ strikes you as rather strange, but you elect to ignore it.

“Besides,” he continues with a nonchalant shrug, “it’s not like you ever showed me where you live.”

“Oh,” you murmur, taken aback. You could have sworn you’ve seen him driving past your house before, and you could have sworn he waved back when you did. Maybe he didn’t realize it was you? Maybe he only waved to be polite? “Well, uh… I can tell you now, I guess? Unless you want me to, like, write it down somewhere. Do you have a pen or something?”

Eddie reaches back into his jacket pocket and pulls out a black sharpie before shrugging off the leather and denim vest combo to lay it on the picnic table. “Ink me up,” he says, handing the marker to you and presenting his forearm.

Uncapping the marker, you take his arm in your hands. Your fingers brush his bat tattoos as you angle his arm toward you, and you have to fight to keep your face neutral as you write out your address. Your skin tingles yet again with the feeling of Eddie’s gaze on you as you drag the felt tip over his skin, and you don’t even realize you were holding your breath until you recap the marker and give it back to him. He takes it without breaking eye contact and tossing it next to his discarded jacket. Finally, he looks away to read his arm, and his face breaks out into a toothy grin. He barks out a short laugh, throwing his head back with glee as you watch him with a curious expression.

“What is it?” you ask. You can’t find any reason he would find where you live to be funny, so his uncalled for reaction was very puzzling.

He lowers his head to look at you once more, his smile never faltering. “Your handwriting,” is all he offers as an explanation, and with a start you realize your mistake.

Your eyes go wide as you drop the plastic baggie and it lands at your feet. Your stomach flips, your hands shake, you don’t know what to do. “Uh, i-it’s not… I don’t- um,” you stutter out, desperately searching for some kind of excuse or alibi. From the way you’re scrambling, the truth is crystal clear.

“You left me a note yesterday,” he says, cutting you off and placing his hands on your shoulder to help calm your panicking. “You wrote something that reminded me of the other day, when we were smoking in the back of my van. Do you remember?” You simply shake your head in response, your tongue feels too heavy in your mouth to form words. “I said that thing about wanting to find out who ‘Mystery Girl’ is and eat her out in the parking lot.”

The memory floods back to you, his voice reverberating in your mind. ‘If only I could catch her in the act, I’d drag her from my locker straight to this spot without even saying anything and eat her out in the school parking lot.’ Now that he’s mentioned it, you can’t believe what a foolish blunder you’ve made. His description weaseled its way into your subconscious, and without thinking through your actions you had accidentally echoed his fantasy back to him in your most recent letter. That, combined with the proof of your handwriting, was too much evidence to talk your way out of this situation. The only thing left to do was hope that he felt the same.

“You’re not upset?” you ask, something foreign swirling in your stomach and rising to your chest.

“… Upset?” he scoffs, like the mere suggestion was absurd. “I hoped it was you from the very first note.”

That leaves you speechless. All those long nights of tossing and turning over whether or not he’d ever look at you the way you looked at him suddenly feel silly. You’re so taken aback that you forget to respond, and you stand there unmoving with his hands on you. Time moves slowly as you watch him bridge the gap between the both of you.

His lips meet yours hungrily. You can tell from the determination behind the kiss that he’s done holding back, which works out greatly in your favor considering that you are too. Fingernails scratch your scalp as he tangles his fingers into your hair and tugs, eliciting a high pitched gasp from you. With your mouth now opened, he wastes no time and licks his way in. He tastes sweet, like he had a cola before coming here, but also like he had a smoke or two. It doesn’t bother you, in fact it only turns you on more. Your hands grasp at his shirt, and the fabric is softer than you figured it would be. It’s slightly worn out and obviously well loved, and the thought of you wearing it around his trailer after spending the night in his bed has you almost purring. Without warning, Eddie snakes his arm around your waist and manhandles you to be sitting on the edge of the table. He’s standing over you, staring you down with a wild look in his eyes.

“You’ve been a very bad girl,” he growls as he strokes your cheekbone with his thumb. His other hand rests on the front of your throat, applying light pressure. His grip tightens when you swallow, and his thumb on your cheek moves down to swipe across your lips, threatening to enter. “Acting like a naughty fucking slut. Driving me crazy with your filthy little love letters. I think it’s about time we act out a few of them, don’t you?”

“H- here?” you ask. Warmth trickles throughout your body at the insinuation, and though you know you should be opposed, the suggestion of him taking you right here in the woods sounds like heaven.

His eyes soften briefly, and his hold on your throat loosens. “I promise we’re alone, don’t worry. But we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

“I want to,” you quickly proclaim as you wrap both of your hands around the wrist by your neck and keep him there firmly, making sure he doesn’t let go. “I want this, Eddie. I want you.”

He smiles sweetly and tightens his grip on your neck once more. “I want you too, sweetheart,” he whispers before wetting his lips and speaking up, “Okay. If I do something you don’t like, say ‘red light’. Do you understand?”

“I understand,” you confirm, nodding your head as best as you can with his hand in the way.

“I won’t stop unless you say ‘red light’, that’s very important. Not even if you say ‘no’, or ‘stop’, or if you start crying. You get what I’m telling you?” His expression is deadly serious, but his tone is slightly patronizing. For some reason, the manner in which he’s talking like he knows more than you is extremely arousing, and you want nothing more than to give in to him and let him take control.

He won’t continue until he knows you’re well versed with the arrangement, so you force down any nervousness in your voice as you respond. “Yes, Eddie. I understand what you’re telling me,” you say, eagerness thinly veiled. You sound desperate, even to yourself, but you can’t find it in you to care.

He lets go of you, causing your hands to slip off of his arm, and he pushes you harshly so that your back meets the wood. Your feet leave the ground as he raises your legs and scoots you back on the table until you’re fully laying on it lengthwise. Both of your wrists are pinned above your head before you even realize what’s happening, and he’s climbing on top of you and crashing his lips to yours yet again. You’re completely trapped, unable to move or even squirm with his full weight weighing you down, but you love it. Your head feels dizzy, as if you had already smoked the contents of the baggie that lays forgotten on the forest floor. Teeth sink into your bottom lip- not hard enough to draw blood, but surely enough to leave an indent. The subtle sting has you moaning into him, and he smiles against you.

“You have no idea what you’ve been doing to me this year,” he says as he props himself up on his elbows. His hair and necklace dangle down, swaying in the wind close to your face. “All the times I’ve fucked my fist to what you wrote me. We have a lot to make up for, but I think you need to be taught a little lesson first.”

Your eyebrows furrowed together. “I do?” you ask, wondering what he had in mind. There was a world of possibilities, many of which you’d outlined in your letters.

“I’d say so,” he says as he hooks his hand behind your neck and pulls you up. “So you’re going to do exactly as I say, okay sweetheart?”

You nod dumbly, already in a headspace that’ll have you agreeing to anything he requested.

He smirks, face full of smug authority. “Good girl.”

Those words of praise fill you with pride. He takes your hips and stands you up before maneuvering you around him and jumping onto the table himself. “Come here,” he says, motioning to his legs, “lay across my lap.”

Immediately, his intention is clear. You had written to him about wanting to feel the sharp sting of him spanking you on the soft flesh of your ass as you were bent over his knee. You quickly crawl over him and rest your stomach on top of his thighs, and the light touch of his fingertips ghosts over your lower back. The sensation makes you noticeably shiver, and you swear you feel him shake with silent amusement. Your knees hit the table- they would surely not survive this exchange without getting scraped up, but the uncomfortable rubbing of wood against your skin feels uncharacteristically pleasant.

“Rings on or off?” he asks. It’ll hurt more with the metal adorning his fingers, but you want it to hurt.

“On.”

His palm flattens against your backside, rubbing at it up and down in deceivingly comforting motions, before briefly breaking contact and smacking down hard right in the center of your left butt cheek. A loud moan involuntarily comes from deep within you. The blow wasn’t too painful considering the thick fabric of your sweatpants were able to cushion it, but you craved skin on skin impact.

“Eddie, oh my god,” you whine out, arching your back. Eddie’s other hand moves back to the front of your neck and holds it just loose enough that you can still breathe.

“Now, now. That’s not what you called me in your letters,” he says, punctuating the end of his sentence with another slap to your rear, this time on the opposite cheek.

You know exactly what he’s hinting at. “Daddy,” you correct yourself, “Daddy, please!”

“Atta girl,” he whispers, soothing the area he just struck with a rub. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of your sweats and tugs them down to your thighs, and after you lift your hips he pulls off your sneakers then removes your pants the rest of the way. With them gone, the cold air of the evening has goosebumps littering the skin of your legs. “Skimpy panties,” he says, louder this time. “You wear these for me?”

“All my underwear is like this,” you tell him with a shy shrug. They were cotton, dark gray- almost black- and offered barely more coverage than a thong would.

“Oh?” he hums. “So you really are a whore, huh?”

He snaps the elastic without warning and you yelp in surprise. Then, he strikes down again, and his palm slapping your bare skin makes you instinctively attempt to muffle your moans in your elbow. His hold on your throat disappears when he harshly grabs your hand and pins it behind your back, then takes the other and does the same. You feel shuffling, and suddenly there’s fabric being looped around your wrists. When you look behind you, the bandana from his back pocket is tying your hands together.

“I don’t think so,” he says as he finishes tightening the knot, “I wanna hear all the pretty little noises you make for me. We can be as loud as we want, baby. No one’s gonna hear us. You trust me, right?”

“Yes daddy,” you answer. “I trust you.”

“Good girl.”

His hand returned to your throat and squeezed. The sounds of cursing and moaning fill the air as he brutally spanks you over and over and over. The rings you told him to keep on feel like electricity zaps every time they meet your ass, and each time he raises his arm your muscles tense up with anticipation. One tear streaks down your cheek, then two, and they tickle as they fall but you’re unable to wipe them away due to your restraints. They pass your jaw and wet Eddie’s hand, and it’s only then that he stops his attacks.

“Are you crying?” he asks, though there’s no remorse in his tone. “You remember what I told you to say if it got to be too much?” You nod your head, but don’t verbally answer. “Tell me now, as a test. This is the only time it won’t count.”

“Y- you told me to say ‘red light’,” you say with a shaky voice. There was pain present, for sure, but the pleasure was overwhelming.

“Good girl,” he replies while massaging the soreness away from your ass. “And don’t be afraid of disappointing me. I want you to use that if you’re even a little bit unsure. Promise me.”

He’s not asking, he’s demanding. “Yes daddy,” you say, “I promise.”

The crotch of your panties are pushed to the side as he dips the tip of his finger into your folds, then runs it up and down along your slit. A deep guttural groan escapes you and your forehead hits the table with a light thud. He must have let go of your throat at some point when you were distracted by his thumb brushing against your clit, and his newly free hand makes a fist in your hair. He tugs at it- mostly gentle, but the bite is still there. His thumb continues to circle your clit as one of his fingers prods at your seeping hole, pushing up against the outside without entering.

“Please, daddy, I need it,” you beg, trying to force him inside by backing into it as much as you can. “Please fuck me with your fingers, need it so bad.”

“Listen to you. You sound like such a dirty fucking slut,” he laughs, still teasing your entrance. “But that’s what you are right? Say it.”

“I’m a slut,” you say. “I’m a dirty fucking slut, okay?”

He hums his approval as his grip on your hair tightens, pulling it even more. “And whose slut are you?”

“Yours!” you exclaim. “I’m your slut, daddy. I belong to you.”

“That’s right.”

His finger plunges into you, deep and fast, and his thumb keeps its relentless pace as what feels like his middle finger pumps in and out. He reaches a spot in you that you’ve never explored before, and with his finger crooked he hits it so perfectly with every thrust. Something in your belly starts to tighten, and it’s getting dangerously close to snapping.

“I’m gonna cum, daddy!” you cry out, tears still falling down your cheeks. Eddie suddenly releases your hair and pulls his finger out of you, laughing at your whines of protest.

“Calm down,” he says as you start kicking your legs out, “I’m gonna let you cum, I just think you’ll like cumming on daddy’s cock even more.”

He slides his hand under your sweater, takes a hold of the back strap of your bra, and uses it as leverage to hoist you up onto your knees. Then, he wraps his arms around your waist and moves you onto his lap. Hardness pokes your center and the thin cotton of your panties do little to protect you from the harsh denim of his jeans rubbing against you. Now sitting astride on top of him, you can finally kiss him again. He happily obliges, and you feel his smile against your pouted lips when your arms start to struggle. You wanted to run your hands through his hair so bad that you completely forgot about the bandana binding your wrists together. Eddie deepens the kiss, his tongue parting your lips as he holds you so tight you’re half-worried your sides will be bruised. When he pulls away, a string of saliva follows and hits your chin when it breaks. Loose threads of your sweater tickle your nose as it gets lifted over your head and falls behind your back, still connected by your arms. The cups of your bra are pushed up to reveal your breasts, and Eddie’s mouth is on them in an instant. Small whimpers go ignored as he nips at the sensitive skin there and licks over your erect nipples.

After showing love to your bare chest for a couple minutes, he raises you off of him. He’s careful to cradle your head as he gently lays you down on the picnic table again, this time horizontally so that your feet rest on the connected seat. Your weight is crushing your hands that are still tied behind you, so you have no choice but to arch your back. Once you’re situated, he stands back and practically trips over his own feet as he rips his shirt from his body and kicks his shoes off. When they’re out of the way, he pulls off his jeans. Your neck strains to look at him, and the hilarity of him standing there, nude except for socks and boxers, with a very obvious boner in the openness of the woods behind the high school almost made you burst out laughing. The laugh dies in your throat when his thumbs dip into the waistband of his underwear and push them down. His cock springs up to his naval, slightly curving and leaking from the tip. The sight of what you’ve been dreaming of for all these months had your mouth watering and your cunt clenching around nothing.

Eddie shakes the boxers from his ankles and stares at you lustfully as he takes the sides of your panties. You raise your hips to help, and he must be growing restless as well because he yanks them down your thighs and off your legs in a matter of milliseconds. When your feet meet the wood of the seat again, he’s already lifting one of his legs onto it, so your heel touches his. He places both his hands on your knees and spreads them apart as wide as they’ll go. The air feels cold on your soaked center, and there’s definitely some of your arousal that’s dripping onto the table beneath you. It occurs to you that he’ll remember fucking you here everytime he does a deal with someone else, and that thought fills you with pride.

He closes the space between you two and his shaft presses along your slit- evoking a choked groan from the both of you- and his hands begin kneading at your naked breasts. Your clit is still sensitive from the edging you endured just minutes earlier, and the pressure sends shocks throughout your body. You desperately start gyrating your hips, hoping to alleviate at least some of the want inside of you. Eddie gets the message and starts grinding as well, and from his advantage point he’s able to do so with much more force. The head of his dick rubs your clit up and down with each thrust, and it becomes too much to bear.

“Please fuck me already,” you beg. “Need it, need it so bad.”

“Such a fucking whore, begging for my dick,” he says through clenched teeth, still rocking against you roughly. “You want me that bad, sweetheart? You’re that needy?”

You close your eyes and nod yes frantically, so hard that the back of your head bangs the table. The grinding stops, and you cry out in exasperation. When you look back up, Eddie is leaning over and combing through the pockets of his jacket that laid beside you. A noise of triumph tells you that he’s found what he was searching for, and he pulls out a little foil packet that was buried in the leather. He bites down on the jagged edge and tears it open with his teeth before turning his head and spitting out the trash. Once the condom is free and the rest of the packaging is also littered on the ground, he backs away slightly to roll it down his shaft. The rubber tip is placed on his head and you watch on mesmerized as he wraps his fist around his cock and strokes down until the latex is fully in place. Then, finally, he closes the distance again and teases your hole for only a moment before slowly sliding into you. Moans escape from you both. Having him inside after all this time had you cursing yourself for playing games for so long.

“You okay?” he asks, breathy and low. You can tell he wants to let go, but he’s holding back to ensure you’re ready.

“Yes,” you respond in a similar voice. “Please fuck me, daddy. Waited so long.”

“I know, baby, I know,” he says as he leans down and kisses you softly on the lips, then again on your cheek and lastly on your neck. “Me too.”

He starts moving then, still slow, determined to open you up and get you properly prepared for the oncoming onslaught. Your legs wrap around his waist and you use this hold to force him deeper, but he’s stronger than you. His pelvis kept its steady pace, and now you were crying out of impatience.

“Look so fucking pretty crying for me,” he grunts, one word for each achingly slow thrust. “So fucking desperate to be fucked like a whore. Be used like a slut. Is that what you want? For me to use you for what I need?”

“Yes!” you scream, “Yes, please. Please daddy, fuck me harder. Use me like a slut.”

“Okay, pretty girl, you asked for it,” he warns.

His rhythm picks up, and now he’s slamming into you with abandon. The sounds uncontrollably coming out of you are lewd and disgusting, but you don’t feel any shame anymore. All you care about is the feeling of him so deep inside, hitting that perfect spot over and over like he was made for you. It’s never been this perfect the first time, and you never want to have a first time ever again. The vigorous pounding drives you toward your climax at top speed, and you cling to your resolve as much as you can. You don’t want it to be over so soon, but it’s just so, so good. You can’t imagine a world where sex is always this good, but you have a suspicion that Eddie’s going to show you that world many times over.

Your legs tighten around his waist and your nails dig into your palms as his hips snap against your pelvis hard and rough repeatedly. When one of his hands leaves your chest to rub circles on your clit, you know you won’t be able to fight off your orgasm any longer. It washes over you like a tsunami, and the experience is full-body. Eddie falls onto you and mouths at your jaw lazily. He keeping fucking you through it, but the twitching of his cock inside you and the faltering of his tempo lets you know that he’s cumming too.

“F- fuck, Eddie!” you yell with your head thrown back. “Oh god, so good. Daddy!”

“You’re so good, baby. Such a sweet little pussy. So fucking tight, feels so right.” He’s slurring his compliments, head somewhere else as he rambles aimlessly into your heated skin.

The next thirty seconds consists of you switching between crying out ‘Eddie’ and ‘daddy’ as he rocks in and out, his pace slowing with each passing second. Eventually, the overstimulation is too much for the both of you and he stops, still fully sheathed inside. He relaxes on top of you and rests there, catching his breath while you try to do the same. Everything is fuzzy, like you’re trapped in a haze, and you don’t know how best to describe it other than the world feels blurry. You’re brought back to reality when he starts kissing your neck again, mouth open, warm and wet and perfect. His teeth scrape against your throat as his lips make their way to the other side of your neck, and once he’s satisfied with the trail of spit left behind he lifts his head and weakly pulls out of you.

He stumbles back and briefly takes the time to find his bearings before helping you to sit up. Once you’re upright, he wraps his arms around you as if he were going for a hug, and kisses you as he unties the bandana around your wrists. Newly free from your restraints, you wind your hands around his shoulders and hold him close so that you can deepen the kiss. He returns the favor just as passionately. You stay like that for an excessive amount of time until a particularly strong wind reminds you both that you were still outside in the woods, and it was starting to get pretty dark. Reluctantly, he breaks the embrace with a gentle caress to your cheek then collects your pants and underwear from their place on the ground, handing them back to you.

After you both finish getting dressed, you feel Eddie’s hand on your shoulder as he brushes past you to walk a couple paces to the left. He picks up the bag of weed you dropped earlier then reaches into his back pocket and pulls something else out.

“Here,” he says, handing you the baggie as well as the fifteen dollars you had paid him.

“You’re giving me the money back?” you say, confusion and fear creeping into your gut. “I hope you’re not used to getting sex as payment for drugs, cause that’s not what’s happening here.”

“Of course not,” he scoffs as he steps closer and stuffs the weed and dollar bills in the pockets of your sweats, “But being my girl comes with free merchandise privileges. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I had you paying?”

“Is that what I am?” you respond, a smile betraying your faux casual attitude. “Your girlfriend?”

“How many times have I told you that the girl leaving those letters was the girl of my dreams?” he laughs, throwing his arm around your shoulder as he begins to guide you toward the opening in the trees. “You’re mine now. That is- if you want to be?”

The worry behind that question is clear, and you squash it down instantly. “I want to be,” you answer.

“Good,” he says, pulling you into him and kissing your hairline, “Cause there’s no way in hell I’m letting you get away that easily.”

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➳❥ 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: daddy!Ari Levinson x bunny hybrid!reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut, noncon to dubcon, dd/lg, daddy!kink, innocence kink, loss of virginity, bunny!hybrid!reader, soft!dark Ari, Curtis Everett cameo, slight pet play, use of collars, mention of leashes, oral (male & female receiving), choking, size difference, age difference - reader is in 20s, Ari is early 40s, breeding kink, spanking, mocking, degradation, spitting, dacryphilia, Ari babies reader a lot, casual misogyny, 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Ari purchased you weeks ago, but are you finally ready for some big girl fun?

𝐀/𝐍: This is purely self-indulgent. Pretty mature so please do read warnings and avoid if it isn't your cup of tea! Enjoy! (images are from Pinterest and GIF was made by me).

“Do you carry her around like that everywhere?” Curtis asks, the corner of his mouth quirking into a smirk when he sees you quivering in Ari’s arms. So small-looking, so delicate, your fluffy tail twitching and soft limbs wrapped around your owner’s body like you’re a koala.

“I could put her down but she’d need a leash.” Ari responds, grinning wolfishly before taking a seat on his leather armchair, plopping you down on his knee where you happily curl up into his chest. “She gets lost easily because she loves to explore, don’t you baby?”

He pats your bum and you nod, feeling especially little and shy. Ari had told you that his friend Curtis was coming over – the first visitor since your daddy had bought you. Well, apart from the doctor who’d done your check-up, but that didn’t count. Curtis looks almost as intimidating as Ari had when you’d first met him – all big and bulky with a wolfish grin on his face, and you can’t help but nuzzle into the crook of Ari’s neck, your ears flopping forward to hide your face.

“She’s a shy little girl, isn’t she?” Curtis comments, reaching down to adjust himself through his pants. He can’t help but lick his lips, hoping the envy isn’t too obvious in his eyes. “Must’ve cost you a fortune.”

Ari hums, “She did, but she’s worth it. Completely untouched, aren’t you, baby?” He strokes the fur of your ear, making you shudder. It’s so soft, you’re so soft. And dainty and innocent and babyish – Ari can’t believe how much he lucked out when the breeder called him and told him about you. You’re the cutest little bunny girl he’s ever seen, and he’s seen a lot, seeing as he gets first pick whenever the breeding company gets new girls.

“Honey, you’re being rude to our guest. Why don’t you say hello?”

You swallow, heart pitter-pattering in your chest but you can’t help but be shy. It had taken you days to warm up to Ari, and Curtis looks super intimidating with his hair all buzzed off and a hungry glint in his eye. But you clear your throat, peaking at him from behind your lashes and willing yourself to be brave and remember what your daddy had taught you about manners.

“Hello, Mr. Curtis.” You say softly, before heat rises to your cheeks and you hide your face in Ari’s neck once more, hands shaking when you hear both older men roar with laughter.

“When I first met her, it took me a good hour to coax her into saying even a single word.” Ari says, cuddling you close. He remembers how small and scared you’d looked, hiding behind your floppy ears as you’d sat quivering in the middle of his bed. “She’s especially shy around men – you know, being a virgin and all.”

You hadn’t even had your first kiss when he’d bought you, and Ari took great pleasure in being your first. He remembered telling you that big girls kiss on the lips, and he’d never forget the entranced look on your face. That heady mix of innocence, fear and curiosity as you’d looked up at him. How your breath had hitched when he’d cupped your jaw, how lax your lips had been against his because you had no idea what to do. And then how you’d hungrily responded, tail twitching as you grew more excited, clambering into his lap to kiss him more.

Now you loved kissies, and Ari loves giving them to you.

Back in the present, Curtis grunts as he eyes you up and down. You look so sweet in your little pink dress that Ari had specifically picked out for you, matching the pink collar around your neck which sports your daddy’s name on a dangling silver charm. Ari knows Curtis is jealous – all he’s got is a wife who bitches and thinks she’s an independent woman. And Ari’s got you – perfectly dependant, docile, submissive little you.

“Baby, why don’t you tell Mr Curtis all the new words daddy taught you.” Ari gently removes your floppy ears from your face, making you sit upright on his lap so that you have nowhere to hide. He’s steadily been training you since the day he bought you, moulding you into his perfect little angel. And you’re such a good student – despite having more air in your head than you do thoughts, your enthusiasm to learn is what gets him the most.

“Uh, okay.” You say slowly, trying to remember the words daddy had taught you. “The first one is – uh – cunt. Right, daddy?” You look up at Ari for reassurance and he nods, giving you a tiny boost of confidence as you continue. “M-Mr. Curtis, daddy taught me baby cunt, and it means this.” And you point between your legs, confused when both men burst out laughing again.

“You’re very clever, sweetheart.” Curtis praises you after he’s done chuckling, and you glow at the compliment. You love it when anyone compliments you – but it’s the best when Ari does it. You remember how strict he’d been when he’d first bought you, laying down all the rules you had to follow, how he was your daddy now, and how you had to obey him because you were now his property.

All bunnies had to have an owner – you knew that. You’d grown up knowing that one day you were going to be bought, but you’d never dreamed your owner would be as handsome as Ari. He was super strict a lot of the time, but he’d explained to you that bunny girls needed owners with a firm hand, or else you’d never be a good girl.

“My daddy also taught me about lollipops,” you continue, Curtis’ praise making you more confident. Tentatively, you point at Ari’s crotch. “Daddy’s lollipop is down there. There’s a grownup word for it but daddy says I’m a baby bunny so I can’t say it.”

There’s something so innocent about your whole explanation and it makes Ari rock hard. He doesn’t care that Curtis is right there, he grabs your hips and grinds his crotch up against you, loving how you yelp confusedly. You’re still a virgin and it’s been so hard having to hold back. That first night with you was the hardest, when you were all weepy and scared but you’d let him cuddle you. He could’ve had you right then and there, could’ve ripped your little dress, pinned you down and had his way with you.

But Ari knows the fruits of his labour will be sweeter than ever if he waits for the right moment.

Curtis whistles lowly, “Wow, sweetheart. Your daddy sure has taught you a lot, hasn’t he?”

You nod before cuddling up into your daddy once more, loving his warmth and how big and strong he is. And he smells so good too, like soap, seawater and cigarettes – it’s like nothing you’ve ever smelled before and so undeniably him.

Ari smirks, fingering the silver charm on your collar, the one which has his name on it. He wishes he could ingrain his name into your very soul, just so your baby brain never forgets who you belong to. He’s considering tattooing his initials on you – maybe right above your little pussy? His friend Lloyd branded his pet kitten the night he got her, but Ari wants to wait with you. The collar would do, for now.

Soon enough, Curtis leaves, grumbling about having to go home to his “bitch of a wife” who “complains a lot.” Ari had told you that Mr Curtis was very sad because of his marriage, and he’d made you sit on the buzzcut-haired man’s lap for a little while, letting him “feel you” (whatever that meant). “You’re making me feel so much better, sweetheart.” Curtis had grunted, squeezing your body close and making you feel all funny before Ari had picked you back up again.

“Mr Curtis not staying for dinner, daddy?” You ask, watching him get into his car and drive away. Ari picks you up, placing you on his hip as your legs naturally wind around his waist. His fingers brush against the fluff of your tail, making you twitch excitedly. Your tail is very sensitive and your daddy knows that.

“No, baby. He has to get home to his wife.”

“Oh.” You mull over this for a bit before looking up at him, “Am I your wife?”

Ari chuckles, “Not yet, honey. Maybe once you have my babies.”

That makes your tail twitch with even more excitement. When the doctor had come over to do a check-up on you a few weeks ago, he’d declared that you were “very fertile.” Ari explained that this meant you were able to have babies, and you wanted nothing more than to have a litter of cute little babies of your very own that you could take care of.

“Want babies so bad, daddy.” You whine softly, humping against him because you just can’t seem to help it sometimes. “Want your babies more than anything.”

“I know you do, bunny baby.” Ari sighs, inhaling your sweet scent before carrying you over to the table. Sitting down, he places you neatly on his lap and picks up his fork to feed both himself and you. You’re still in your daydreams, head lolling to the side and this faraway look in your starry eyes. It makes him smirk – you’re probably still thinking about all the babies you want to have, despite not knowing the first thing about motherhood.

“Eat.” Ari orders you, and you don’t need to be told twice, opening your mouth and allowing him to spoon-feed you. Ari says you’re too little and babyish to eat by yourself, but you like daydreaming while being fed, so you don’t have many complaints. You also remember the early days, when Ari had first bought you. You remember being bad and not listening to him (you were so scared) and as punishment, Ari had made you eat on the floor under the table.

Being on his lap was much nicer.

“Such a good little bunny,” Ari coos, swiping the corner of your mouth with his thumb so you don’t get messy (you’re a messy eater) before planting a kiss to your cheek. “You’re being so good for me, honey. And you were so good with Curtis too, telling him all about the new words I taught you.”

You nod, “Tried really hard to remember, daddy.” Sometimes, it was hard to concentrate when Ari was teaching you. Like when he taught you about your baby cunt, he’d made you sit with your legs spread and touched you down there till you were slippery and there was a wet stain underneath you. You clear your throat, “Are you gonna teach me some more new words?”

Ari continues to kiss you all over your face, making you giggle.

“Baby, I’m gonna do more than just teach you new words tonight.” Ari says, grinding you down against his clothed boner and loving how small you your body feels against his hardness. “I think you’re ready for big girl playtime, what do you think?”

Your jaw drops open and your tail begins to twitch in pure, unadulterated excitement. You knew that big girl playtime meant sex which meant babies, and the idea of that just sent you into overdrive, hopping up and down excitedly in Ari’s lap. “Yes, daddy, yes! I’m ready!”

Ari cups your cheek, making you calm down and look at him. “You have to promise to do whatever daddy tells you to, alright? Little baby bunnies like you need guidance. I know you can’t really think for yourself but you need to be able to follow orders properly if you want to have big girl playtime with daddy, okay?”

You nuzzle against his hand, pressing lust-charged kisses on his palm and practically enveloping his fingers between your lips – you’re that excited. Ari’s told you about what happens during big girl playtime; in fact, he’s even shown you videos which have made you feel very tingly down there. All you know is that it’s bound to feel good and you want nothing more than your daddy to make you feel good.

Ari carries you into your little girl bedroom. When you’d first arrived at his house, he’d kept you in a cage till you learned how to behave. And he remembers how cute and scared you’d looked, sucking on your thumb and looking at him with those big, puppy-dog eyes, frightened beyond belief yet silently begging to be let out. And how your little bunny ears had perked upwards in excitement when he finally did let you out.

He still remembers how you’d silently ooh-ed and aah-ed when he’d shown you your little girl bedroom. He’d always wanted a baby bunny like you, and in anticipation of your arrival, he’d decorated one of the bedrooms in his house. It was all cute, all pink and white with a princess bed and princess curtains, fluffy toys and a matching fuzzy rug. He loved how your lips had turned into the shape of an ‘o’, excitedly running around your new bedroom (you did love to explore after all).

You’d gone straight for the pile of stuffed animals, picking out a rabbit plushie and holding it out to him. And Ari still remembers that innocent look of wonder on your face, the tiny smile you’d given him. “Bunny, like me!” You’d said cutely and he remembers being so fucking hard in that moment, he just wanted to grab you and fuck the shit out of you right in front of all your new little stuffies in your new princess bedroom.

“You can play in here during the day, but you have to sleep in daddy’s room at night.” He’d told you. And you liked daddy’s room too, with the massive king-sized bed and the dark sheets. It felt like a grown-up room and that was exciting to you. Plus, Ari always let you bring Pinkie (your bunny stuffie) along to sleep with. And it was nice sleeping with daddy, he’d cuddle up to you real close and make you feel all warm.

(Unbeknownst to you, Ari held back all those nights, only ever kissing you or humping against you and letting you hump against him.)

But he wasn’t going to hold back any longer – because you were ready.

“Daddy, aren’t we gonna have big girl playtime in your room?” You ask, eyes wide as saucers. And there’s a part of Ari that just wants to rip that innocence out of you right this second, without wasting any more time. The way you’re staring up at him imploringly, your collar sitting pretty on your little neck and your fluffy tail brushing against his arm like a cotton ball.

“Sweetie, I’m gonna need you to stop questioning daddy, alright?” Ari says, making sure to keep an edge in his tone that has you inhaling sharply and nodding your head. He smirks inwardly, loving how well he’s got you trained, how innocent you are and how much your little heart would break if you ever thought you’d disobeyed him.

He sets you down on your pink satin sheets, and you quickly go to grab Pinkie, who was relaxing on top of your comforter.

“Can Pinkie play with us too, daddy?”

Ari smiles, thinking about all the times he’d look into your room through the video feed (of course, he had cameras in your room). He knows all about how much you love playing with Pinkie, especially when you’re all needy and Ari himself is busy with work. The look of pure want on your face as you tentatively ride Pinkie’s soft pink fur – your baby brain not even registering the camera in your room – is enough to drive him over the edge on multiple occasions.

“Of course, she can play with us.” He replies kindly, scratching the fur behind your ear. And he loves how your eyes roll to the back of your head, how you visibly purr, grabby hands reaching out for him. He knows bunny hybrids are extra needy, bred to be submissive and please their owners once they’ve been tamed. “Now, honey, I want you to unbuckle daddy’s belt.”

Given a direct order, you can’t help but immediately obey. Your dainty hands reach out to fiddle with his belt, tongue poking out of your mouth in concentration while Ari watches you patiently – knowing exactly what the outcome of this will be.

“C-Can’t do it, daddy.” You look up at him after a solid minute-and-a-half of trying, lower lip jutting out into a pout and eyes already welling with tears at the mere possibility that you’ve disappointed him. “Too hard, can’t figure out how…”

“Aww, baby, you can’t figure out how to unbuckle a belt?” He strokes your cheek condescendingly, finger catching a fresh tear that meanders its way down, “I knew your brain was empty, honey, but I didn’t think you were this much of a baby.”

“Not!” You cry, grabbing his belt and attempting to try again, but you just can’t seem to figure out how it works – all that clunky metal, holes and loops! Your daddy only makes you wear pretty dresses that are easy to slip on – and even then, he helps you with the buttons and zips because he says you’re a little bunny baby who can’t possibly do anything by yourself.

But you’re determined to prove him wrong, clumsy hands tugging at his belt and willing it to come off. And Ari just watches your futile efforts, fingers itching to get his phone out and record you. He’d send it to Curtis, make him all jealous because he doesn’t have an air-headed, dumb bunny of his own.

“That’s enough.” Ari raises a hand and you freeze, looking up at him with fearful eyes. “Wow, bunny, I didn’t realise you were this stupid.” He quickly undoes his belt in less than a second, loving how your fluffy ears droop in shame. “See? Not that hard, but I guess it is for little bunnies like you.”

“Sorry, daddy, I was trying so hard but I just couldn’t.” Bowing your head in shame, your vision blurs from the tears prickling in your eyes. And Ari loves just how much you strive to please him – he’s trained you so that you’re addicted to pleasing him, that the slight chance of disappointing your owner has you in tears.

“Well, you’re a baby after all, so I don’t know what I expected, really.” Ari mocks, stroking your head softly and smirking when you greedily lean into his touch. “Although, maybe this means you aren’t ready for big girl sex after all.”

Your head whips up, eyes wide as you clutch his arm tightly, “No, ‘m ready! Swear I am!”

He pretends to think, before grabbing your stuffed rabbit from your lap, “What do you think, Pinkie? Is my little bunny baby ready for sex?”

“I AM, I AM!”

He gives your bare thigh a harsh slap and you yelp in pain.

“I wasn’t asking you.”

You apologise profusely, heart sinking because you’ve disappointed your daddy. It reminds you of the last time you disappointed him – it was when he’d newly purchased you. The first night, actually, and you’d been so scared that you’d hid under the bed. Ari had dragged you out by the calf, telling you how upset you’d made him, how babies like you weren’t supposed to hide from their owners. You still think about that night sometimes, and the crack of his belt as it made contact with your ass…

“I’m sorry, I’ll do better next time,” you whisper, and Ari can’t take how cute you look. Lloyd would say that Ari’s not strict enough with you, but how can he be? When you’re so adorable and so needy for him? You’re his little girl after all, his precious baby whom he paid a fortune to own.

“I think you need to show me that you’re ready.” Ari decides, grabbing your tiny hand and pressing it on his hard crotch, making you gasp and your ears flutter in anticipation and excitement. “I trust that, at the very least, you know how to undo the zipper? Or does daddy have to help you with that too?”

You shake your head quickly, unzipping his jeans and your fingers brush against his hardness. It makes your breath hitch in your throat, because how is daddy so hard down there?

“Take my cock out, princess.”

“C-Cock?” You repeat dumbly.

“My lollipop, baby.” His voice is gruff and lowers a few octaves, sending shivers up your spine. But you lick your lips anyways. You’ve seen daddy’s lollipop – his cock – once before. It was when you were playing with your stuffies and daddy was sitting in the corner and watching. He’d kept grunting and groaning and when you asked what was wrong, he’d told you to just continue playing.

Excitement making your tail twitch like crazy, you reach in and wrap your fingers around what feels like a hard rod wrapped in velvet. Oh, he’s so thick! Like a soda can, the tips of your fingers nowhere close to meeting around him. You can feel everything, how hot he is, his veins and the way he seems to be throbbing in your hand.

“So heavy, daddy.” You breathe, entranced by how angry and red his dick looks. That was meant to go inside your baby cunt? How would it ever fit?

Ari flips up the skirt of your dress, exposing your little white panties with the pink hearts on them. He couldn’t wait to take you lingerie shopping one day (he’d carry you around the entire time since you’re a baby and you’d probably get lost in the mall). He hasn’t taken you out of the house yet, but he hopes he’ll be able to sometime in the future – Lloyd wants to schedule a playdate with you and his kitten.

Taking just his pointer finger, he swipes down on your panty-covered folds, loving how sticky you feel and the way you clutch his arm.

“Aw, honey, you’re soaking, aren’t you?”

With a growl, he rips your flimsy panties in half, gripping you by the thighs and pulling you onto his lap. He makes you straddle him, with one leg on either side of him while you gaze at him in curiosity. Your little pussy is now nestled against his cock, and in just one quick movement, he could pierce it inside of you and you’d no longer be a virgin.

“I want you to feel daddy’s cock,” Ari tells you quietly, gliding himself against your slick folds. And you quiver, because you’ve never been this wet before, your slick running down your thighs and dripping down onto your princess sheets. He grabs his dick, running it up and down your slit, making you want to clamp your thighs shut to create more friction. “And I’m going to teach you another new word, so you better listen, too.”

How could you do two things at once? Ari knows you’re dumb and not the best multi-tasker, but he reckons it’ll be fun to watch you fail. Maybe you’d shed some more of those delicious tears, your hands are already shaking after all. His cock stands erect between the two of you, with his huge hand at the base of it, guiding it up and down your folds. And he loves watching your eyes – there’s not a single thought behind them – mesmerised as you follow his movement. Up and down, up and down, up and down.

“Daddy, feels like I gotta pee.” It’s your way of telling him you’re about to cum. He knows you’ve made yourself cum countless times – either humping on your stuffies or even on his leg (you think he doesn’t notice you doing it).

“Already, baby? But we haven’t even done anything yet.”

“Sorry, I gotta!” You start humping against his hard cock, scrambling to create more friction as if you’re a little bunny in heat. From observing you for the past two weeks, Ari already knows that you’re selfish when it comes to orgasming, chasing your own release and forgetting about everything else. But, like all bunny babies, you’ll have to learn.

SMACK.

The blow to your ass is a hard one. He’s spanked you playfully before and this is definitely not a playful spank. This is a punishment spank, and it pulls you out of your lust-filled reverie enough to look up at him pleadingly, lips forming a pout and hips slowing down and his dick, covered in your slick, resting on your tummy.

“Hold it.” Ari says simply, “Good bunny babies have to learn self-control.”

“S-Self-control?” You repeat, not liking the sound of that at all.

“Yes, honey. I’m not one of your little stuffed animals that you can rub your baby cunt against whenever you feel like it. Until I give you permission to cum, you need to sit still while you feel daddy’s lollipop and listen while I teach you your new word of the evening.”

That doesn’t sound fair at all to you, but you want to please your daddy so you try to be a big girl and ignore the incessant throbbing you down there. Your daddy grabs his dick again, pumping it a few times before pressing it against you in a way that makes your breath hitch.

“Now this, baby bunny, this is your princess button.” Ari explains, rubbing his tip against your swollen and engorged clit till you’re panting and practically leaking down his thigh.

“It’s throbbin’, daddy.” You murmur softly, wanting to scream when he circles his tip around your clit, but you clamp your lips shut and convulse instead. This self-control stuff was hard, alright.

“Of course your little princess button’s throbbing. Slutty baby bunnies like you are always horny for daddy’s dick.”

Ari spits, his saliva landing on your pelvis (exactly where he wants to tattoo his initials on you) before trickling down to pool around your clit, mixing with your juices and making you even wetter while he leisurely strokes his dick against your folds. His tip keeps catching against your princess button, making you pant and moan his name softly, wanting to cum so badly.

“Tell me you’re a slutty baby bunny.”

“’m a slutty baby bunny, daddy – ah!” You gasp when his tip glides down and pokes against your tiny hole, pressing into it for one teasing second that makes your heart lurch, before gliding his cock back up your folds again. And it’s crazy, your little hole wants to swallow him up completely, but at the same time his tip could barely breach inside it – how would it ever fit?

Slowly, almost lovingly, Ari lays you down on your princess bed. “Arms up, bunny.” He murmurs before slipping your dress off you.

You always need help with changing because your daddy told you that getting dressed and undressed can become confusing for little bunnies like you. “Wouldn’t wanna get your little ears tangled in your dress, would you?” He’d tease, and you’d shake your head, scared of the possibility of that happening – especially on an occasion where your daddy wasn’t there to help you out of it.

Now, you’re naked and quivering underneath him – his perfect little sexy bunny. Ari can’t believe he’s about to pop your cherry. Half a million dollars for your perfectly tight little pussy – and feeling your soft little body against him, he knows you’re worth ever penny.

He slips his own shirt off, smirking when your eyes widen. You can’t help but reach up to touch his hairy abs. Your daddy is so big and strong and muscular, with hard abs and a generous smattering of hair covering his chest and trailing down his stomach. Once, he’d made you sit on his abs and grind back and forth (practice for big girl sex, he’d told you) and you’d made such a huge wet mess all over him, his body hair providing delicious friction against your cunt.

“Like what you see, dumb bunny?” Ari climbs over you, raining your face in kisses that make you both squirm and giggle.

His hungry gaze zeros in on your breasts, heaving with each laboured breath you take. He leans down, grabbing them in his big hands and squeezing so hard you yelp. God, you’re so fucking soft, so tender and sensitive to his rough touch. His mouth encloses around your nipple, teeth grazing the stiff peaks till you’re mewling, your hands settling in his hair.

“Daddy! Feels funny when you do that!”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah! Makes me tingle all over.”

And Ari knows he can be selfish tonight – turn you over and fuck that tiny virgin bunny-hole with no care for your well-being. Because he’s paid for you, paid for this night and all the nights that’ll follow this one. But you’re so fucking sweet, pouting up at him and still absentmindedly humping up against him like a bunny in heat. So fucking cute.

Which is how he ends up flat on his back on the bed, manoeuvring your clumsy little body on top of him till you’re sitting on his face, facing his crotch. He pushes your back till your face is level with his hard dick in a relaxed 69. And good God, your pussy smells so sweet, your slick folds getting his face and beard all wet, and–

“Your beard’s itchy, daddy! Ow!” You whine and receive a firm slap to your ass in response.

“Daddy’s doing you a favour, you dumb slutty bunny.” Ari says, voice slightly muffled as he holds your hips in place. “And I want you to shut the fuck up and suck on daddy’s lollipop while I eat your baby cunt, you got that?”

“O-Okay, dada– OH FUCK!”

Ari realises he’s never heard you swear before – he wonders where you picked that up from – and makes a mental note to tell you later how you’re not allowed to use grown-up words like that. But for now? He’s enjoying your moans and cries while he gives your princess button a hearty suck.

“Dumb little baby, so stupid and needy that daddy has to eat you out.” His beard is rough as it chafes your tender folds, the friction making you cry louder and grind up against him. His tongue pokes out, rigid as he tongue-fucks your little fuckholes – how are you so tiny that his tongue barely fits in your hole? He licks a stripe up your slit, lips once more enveloping your clit, making out with your poor button that’s slowly growing more and more sensitive.

“Daddy – ah! – don’t stop!”

Ari grabs your furry tail, giving it a yank that has you howling in pain, inadvertently grinding your hips down on his face. His tongue pokes at your clit, circling it and licking it – torturing it – while you moan: “Daddy – m-m-my princess button, ugh, too much!”

“First, it’s ‘don’t stop’ and then it’s ‘too much.’” Ari gives your ass three slaps in quick succession, “You’re such a fucking airhead little baby bunny, you don’t even know what you want, do you?”

“Nooo, daddy, just wanna feel good!” You cry, earning another few spanks.

He reaches down to grab your head, pushing it down into his dick, rubbing your face into his veiny girth. Smearing all his precum over your face and your pretty lips till he feels them open up, mouthing at his length, tongue slobbering cluelessly because of course you’ve never sucked a dick before.

“Suck daddy’s lollipop, honey.” He orders you, not having the patience to walk you through it because your soft lips against his dick feels like heaven right now and all he wants to do is shove himself inside you. Any hole.

“Don’t know how, daddy – ah!” Another spank, and you get to work, suckling on his angry red tip as though it’s a popsicle, your moans vibrating around his length as he continues to eat you out.

He brings his hand that was guiding your head back up, spreading your pussy lips open wider for himself before diving in like you’re a fucking three course meal. He opens his mouth wide, sucking your entire cunt into his mouth, suctioning your sweet cream as you convulse around him, limbs flailing because you’ve never felt anything like this ever before.

And that’s when you start humping his face in earnest.

“Oooh, daddy! Feels so, feels so–”

You’re cut off when he grabs his dick, slapping you across the face with it for no particular reason except he can. And you whine, you cry, you moan, but eventually his hand guides your face to his balls, and you take one into your mouth, sucking on it and making him groan straight into your pussy.

“That’s right baby, ride your daddy’s fucking face,” Ari murmurs lowly, grabbing your fluffy tail once more and loving how your whole body twitches at the sensitivity. He smacks your ass, making you hump his face even harder, loving how his strong nose feels against your clit. “Fuck, bunny. Rub your little baby cunt on daddy’s face, use your daddy like the horny little bitch in heat you are, fuck!”

His balls pop out of your mouth and you can see the strings of your drool through your blurry vision. You’re so overwhelmed by pleasure – it doesn’t feel even a fraction this good when you’re playing with your stuffies. In your lust-filled haze, you glance at Pinkie – she’s never made you feel as good in your princess parts as your daddy is.

“Daddy, daddy, daddy!” You cry, clutching his muscular thighs, your nails leaving scarlet trails on his skin but your daddy is so big and strong that you’re sure he won’t mind or even notice.

He’s torturing your clit, sucking on it and grazing his teeth against it, smacking your ass over and over again. His fingers itch to gather your wetness and fill up your tiny baby ass, but he refrains. That can wait. Instead, he pushes his digits upwards into your little pussy, loving how you gasp at the alien feeling of having something go up you – specially something as thick as your daddy’s two fingers.

He works them inside you, in and out till he’s scissored you open and flexing his knuckles, curving upwards and making you pant in pleasure and a bit of pain. God, daddy’s fingers are so big – his lollipop’s even bigger. How, how, how will it fit? But you don’t have time to dwell on that, not when his fingers increase their pace, not when he grabs your hips with his other hand and starts moving you faster on his face, not when his teeth clamp down on your clit, biting your puffy button till you scream his name –

“Arghh, daddy, oh my!” You squirt all over his face violently, sweet cream spurting out of your fuckholes and onto his face, catching onto your daddy’s waiting tongue and he laps it all up as if he hasn’t eaten in days. And your legs feel like jelly, flailing then tensing then finally going numb, toes curling as you continue to hump his face, riding out your orgasm – the most intense one you’ve ever had.

You think playtime’s over after that, and you reach over to grab Pinkie so your daddy can take your nap. Except this thought is cruelly ripped from your mind when Ari picks you up like a rag doll, throwing you flat on your back and climbing on top of you. Roughly, he kisses you, and is that your own slick you taste on his lips?

“Tired, daddy.” You say softly against his lips before remembering your manners. “Thank you for the big girl playtime, it was so much fun!”

Ari doesn’t know whether to laugh or marvel at your stupidity, at your sheer innocence at thinking the two of you were done for the night. He scoffs, slapping you not-so-lightly on the cheek to wake you up because your eyes keep fluttering shut.

“Oh honey, you didn’t think we were finished, did you?” He kisses you sloppily again, nudging his hard dick against your folds and making your eyes pop open in alarm. He knows you’re sensitive down there, but he couldn’t give less of a fuck. “Did you think we were gonna make babies just from you riding my face? Are you seriously that stupid, bunny baby?”

Your heart stings, you’re feeling sensitive after your orgasm but you know you have to listen to your daddy because he’s your owner and he’s in charge of everything and you’re his little bunny baby girl. So you pout, half curious and half scared, “Not stupid! J-Just thought that was enough for the night.”

Ari smirks – his shy baby girl gets a bit sassy in her post-orgasmic daze, doesn’t she? Well, he doesn’t give a fuck, grabbing his dick and lining it up against your sticky folds.

“Well, baby. This is it. Time to be a big girl.”

In one fluid motion, he sheathes his cock inside you. Or rather, stuffs it inside you because your little pussy tries to resist. But Ari’s determined, forcing his way inside while you yelp and cry and clutch at his shoulders. And your fucking tears – God, he’s addicted to your tears, tongue lapping them up from your cheeks while you push futilely on his chest.

“Hurts, daddy!” You mewl softly, feeling like you’re breaking in half from the inside out. Feels like a gigantic metal rod is piercing its way through you, filling you up completely. “M-Make it hurt less, daddy! Can’t take it, too full, too full!”

“My little baby,” Ari coos, holding you close as if he hasn’t just forced his huge cock inside your virgin cunt. You look so small, so scared, so cute – your ears flopping like crazy from all the foreign sensations, and he can’t help but baby you. “You’re my brave little girl, look how well you took daddy’s dick. Look, baby.”

Grabbing your chin roughly, he tugs your face downward, loving how your eyes widen at the sight of where the two of you meet. His fat, meaty dick driving into your pussy – he’s only halfway in but he’s so huge that you don’t know how the rest of it will fit. Your mouth drops open and you swallow hard.

“W-Wow.” You can’t help but marvel despite the pain you’re in, and Ari grins wolfishly, reaching up to pull your cheek in a condescending manner. You gulp, “Am I a big girl now, daddy?”

“Maybe. Depends on how well you take my dick.” And with that, Ari snaps his hips forward, pushing all the way inside of you and you scream all over again, tight walls convulsing and tightening around him, snug like a fucking glove and Ari’s sure this is what heaven feels like.

“Too big, daddy! My baby cunt’s too little!” You cry, wondering why you thought big girl sex was a good idea. But despite all the pain, there’s this hunger inside of you, fired by the feeling of being stuffed so full, wanting him to move.

“It is too little,” Ari agrees, “That doesn’t mean I can’t do whatever I want with it.”

And he pulls out, chest rumbling at his dick covered in a mix of your cream and virgin blood. You’re looking at the same thing he is, mouth gaping open as you begin to shake. “B-Blood, daddy!”

“Yes, honey. You’re stupid so you don’t know this, but blood means you’re daddy’s big girl now.” Ari says, loving how wide and shiny your eyes get before he pistons his hips and shoves back into you. “Now lie still, dumb bunny, and let daddy have his fun.”

Ari hitches your leg over his shoulder, grunting because this angle allows him to go deeper. And then he just goes to town, fucking into you like you’re just a doll. Like you’re just a little bunny girl who’s bred to be used and abused – like you are. And the way you’re soft and breathy voice goes “ah, ah, ah!” as he fucks you hard, your little princess bed all rickety and banging against the wall.

“Fuck! Look at the way your baby cunt’s just swallowing my daddy dick,” Ari groans, loving how your nails scrape against his chest. He trails sloppy kisses up your calf, pushing your leg up higher so he has better access to your sopping, ruined pussy. “Mm, can you feel me, bunny? Feel me up in your guts?”

“Soooo deep, daddy!” You moan, feeling dull sparks of pleasure in your belly, but the pain is still so overwhelming because he’s so big. And you’re still crying, but Ari can see that you’re trying to be brave. What a cutie. He can’t help but grab your little stuffie, throwing Pinkie at you and watching your dumbed out eyes widen in recognition.

“Cuddle your little toy, baby. Maybe it’ll make it hurt less.” Ari mocks, laughing cruelly before growing distracted by how fucking tight and vice-like your velvety walls feel, hugging his cock for all it’s worth.

You hug Pinkie to your chest, biting down on her furry ear while your own ears twitch uncontrollably Everything feels so raw, so hard, so overwhelming – and you feel your eyes begin to roll to the back of your head. That is, until you feel Ari’s warm hand pressing down on your tummy.

“Look, bunny. Daddy’s lollipop inside you.”

Your breath hitches in your throat, because you’ve never seen anything like this before. The outline of his dick as it protrudes beneath the skin of your lower tummy. God, your daddy’s so huge, the way he’s ripped you apart and how he’s literally in your womb right now – you can’t believe it.

“Ah, oh… oh my! Daddy, how did you– Is this normal?”

Ari ignores your babyish concerns, the shape of his dick in your stomach egging him on and making him fuck you even harder. He throws your other leg over his shoulder and now he’s well and truly gone into jackhammer mode, hammering you into the bed with each unforgiving thrust, his hips a complete blur as he fucks you inside-out and you clutch little Pinkie against your chest.

“My dumb bunny baby, gonna make you a mommy,” Ari says through gritted teeth, reaching out to stuff his fingers into your mouth, loving how you wail around his digits and choke on your spit as it begins to pool inside your mouth. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Stupid bunny wants to have daddy’s babies, don’t you?”

At the mention of babies, you nod your head ferociously, eyes watering because his fingers are halfway down your throat, and he’s clutching the side of your face roughly, and you make choked and gargled sounds around him. “Bafies!” You babble, and it sounds like gibberish but you want daddy’s babies so bad, and you begin to hump upwards, meeting his thrusts.

“Fuck, you’d look so hot, walking around this house all knocked up. And guess what princess? I won’t just knock you up once. No baby, you’re gonna give me a whole fuckin’ family, aren’t you? My baby, so little and cute, wanting babies of her own. Fuck!”

He removes his fingers from your mouth and you gasp, like a fish out of water and that’s when he kisses you, rendering you breathless once more. But you still kiss him back – that’s how devoted you are, Pinkie falling from your hands as your arms wind up around his neck, needing the intimacy more than you need to breathe.

But Ari rips away from you all too quickly, pulling his dick out and leaving you feeling so gapingly empty, flipping you over and dragging your hips up. You cry out when his palm collides with your ass, the cracking sound resonating across the room along with your mewls.

“This is how slutty little bunnies are meant to be fucked,” Ari whispers, pushing your face into the pillow and shoving his dick back into you, his hands holding your hips in a crushing grip. “On your hands and knees like the little breeding bitch you are.”

Your little feelings would’ve been hurt by his words if you weren’t so distracted with his cock tearing you open once more. And now you feel pleasure in earnest – there’s something so hot about the callous and rough way he’s handling you. Like you’re nothing more than his doll, his pet. Someone he can hold down and take his pleasure from.

“God, I love your little baby ass.” Ari comments, slapping and squeezing your bum till it hurts and you howl in pain, fisting the sheets as your moans of “daddy, daddy, daddy” become more and more incoherent. “One day, daddy’s gonna fill up your ass too, princess. Maybe later tonight, if I’m in the mood.”

You’re too dumbed out to recognise the implication of his words, humping backwards into him and meeting each of his thrusts, imagining being pregnant and thinking about how much he’d dote on you.

“There’s absolutely nothing going on in your head right now, is there, bunny?” Ari tugs on your tail cruelly, making you gasp in pain.

“Babies, daddy! Wan’ your babies!”

“Oh yeah? Gotta take daddy’s cream first, don’t you?”

Your pleasure is building up, like every time he fucks into you, he hits a special spot inside of you that makes you go feral. Makes you claw at the bedsheets because you can’t claw at him, makes you bite down on your lip till you bleed, wanting kissies so badly but he’s pushing your head into the pillow. Sparks building up inside of you, like this tidal wave gaining traction, getting bigger and bigger, and, and, and–

“OH, DADDY! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!”

You yell out in complete abandon, walls constricting deliciously around him, pulsing like crazy as you release what feels like a gallon of your slick. Squirting around him, feeling like it’ll never stop pouring out of you like a fountain as you clutch the pillow, wishing you could clutch your daddy’s hand instead. It’s taken everything out of you, this orgasm, rendered you completely helpless and limbs jelly-like, till you’re lying there twitching and whimpering, chanting “daddy,” over and over again.

“Fuck, baby. That’s it. Cum for daddy,” Ari talks you through it, his thrusts speeding up but growing sloppier as he rides you through your orgasm, gripping your bunny ears and tugging at them meanly to jerk your head upwards, “Squeeze my fucking dick, dumb bunny.”

As if on cue, your walls flutter around him, and Ari’s dick twitches before he’s spurting his hot load inside of you. Coating your walls in his searing cum, and there’s so much of it. You feel so full, like he’s pumped you to the very brim he’s still thrusting into you, as if fucking his cum back inside you before it leaks out.

“Take daddy’s load like a good little bunny,” Ari coaxes you, smoothening down your ears and pressing a kiss on your head before slumping down on top of you, his muscular arms wrapping around you and his dick still lodged inside you, plugging his seed within your baby cunt.

You lie there in silence, breathing hard for a few minutes before Ari starts kissing you. Just raining kisses everywhere on your body, telling you what a good little bunny you are, how you took your daddy so good. And you feel so weak, so spent, so sensitive, but you smile through it all because you made daddy proud.

“You’re my best baby, you know that?” Ari coos, hugging you close to his chest and his dick is still inside you. He goes from cruel to loving in a heartbeat, but you’re too dumb to ever question him. “God, honey. Daddy loves you so much.”

Your heart glows, “And I love you too, daddy. More than anything in the world.” And you mean it, looking up at him cutely, face covered in a sheen of sweat, eyes red and lashes wet with tears. You’re a mess, but a beautiful one. Ari covers your face in even more kisses, till you’re giggling and cuddling against him sleepily, with only one more question on your mind.

“Am I gonna get pregnant now, daddy?”

Ari smirks, his dick hardening inside you again. “You probably are, baby bunny. But just to make sure, why don’t we try again?”

You’re tired, but you’d do anything to please your daddy, and anything to feel that intense pleasure again.

“Okay, daddy! Whatever you say.”

THE END! What do you guys think? I know it was an abrupt ending but as usual, I got carried away and it was getting too long so I had to end it! But PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE do let me know what you think! I will love you forever!! Anyways, hope you enjoyed!

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Day 10 — Cockwarming

Pairing || CollegeProfessor!Bucky x Student!Female!Reader

Word Count || Around 800

Contents & Warnings || Smut — NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, explicit content/language, undefined age-gap, pet names, professor x student relationship, cockwarming (which leads to unprotected sex), teasing, Sir kink, mention of bodily fluids.

Disclaimer || English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!

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You couldn’t sleep. Not without him by your side. You missed him, and you missed him. He was right next door in his office, but you felt bad about disturbing him while he worked late. You were needy and lonely without him, so you said fuck it and went to see him.

His door was slightly cracked open, so you peered your head in. You watched him, contemplating if you should go in after all when he looked so concentrated, but he heard you and called for you.

“Hey, baby, come in.”

You went in with your head down to the floor; your hand nervously stroked your arm.

“Can’t sleep?”

You shake your head no as you stand opposite where he’s sitting.

“I’m sorry, princess. I’ll be with you soon, ok? I just need to finish grading these papers.”

“Are you grading mine?” You smirk as you stand on your toes to peek at whose essay he’s scribbling on.

“Already have.” He pats the stack of papers beside him. “You’ll get it tomorrow in class. But you did good, my smart girl.” He winks.

Your heart fluttered at his praises and something else, which intensified your need for him.

“I miss you.” You pout.

“Come here.” He opened his arms for you. “You can sit on my lap while I finish. I promise I don’t have much left, ok?”

You straddled and snuggled into him, inhaling his comforting scent as you nuzzled your face in the crock of his neck. He went back to grading, and although you’d hoped being close to him would quench your need for him, you still didn’t feel satisfied. You wanted him closer.

You started grinding on him. The flimsy material of your sleeping shorts and cotton panties made it so you could feel his bulge stimulating your clit.

“I need you so bad, Sir.” You whimpered.

He groaned. You knew he could never resist when you moved against him and whimpered so sweetly in his ear.

“Would my dick in you make you feel better, princess?”

You nod.

He fumbled with his pants to get them open, pulling out his dick that was already hard from your grinding. You part your lips as you take him in your hand, smearing the leaking pre-cum on his tip.

He pushed your shorts and panties to the side. With two fingers, he ran them through your folds, groaning as he found you wet and ready for him.

Both of you forgot the initial plan as you touched one another until Bucky reminded you.

“Put it in, baby,” Bucky mumbled against your lips.

You lined his tip with your entrance and slowly sank onto his cock, wanting to feel every ridge and inch of him as he filled you up to perfection. You moaned in satisfaction and rolled your eyes as he was situated entirely in you. He sucked in a breath as your walls hugged him.

“So warm and tight for me, princess.”

You tried to move on him. Only getting in a few soft bounces before he stopped you and slammed you down on him again, making you cry out.

“Baby, be a good girl and let me work, yeah?” He caressed your cheek before he grabbed your chin. “I promise I’ll make it up to you once I’m done.”

You wanted to be a good girl for him, so you would try and be still as you snuggled into him once again.

He went back to grading the papers. It seemed like it didn’t phase him that he was buried deep inside your pussy, but for you, it was torture. So painfully pleasurable to have him nestled so deep inside you, tickling your sweet spot with the tip of him.

You tried your best to resist moving on him, but once he adjusted himself in the seat, it caused his cock to shift and hit your sweet spot perfectly, making you whimper at the stimulation.

Bucky pulled you closer with his hand on the small of your back, burying himself deeper, if that was even possible.

You tried to be sneaky with your movements. Starting with rocking so very slowly back and forth on him before you started to bounce up and down on his cock.

He slammed you down again as he grabbed the back of your neck, making you look at him.

“You really can’t sit still, huh?

“N-no, Sir.”

“Bad girl.”

He cleared some space on his desk before he sat you on top and rammed his cock hard inside you, making you cry and shut your eyes tight at his brutal move.

He harshly grabbed your jaw as he got all up in your face.

“I’m gonna show you what I do with bad girls that misbehave. You’ll wish you didn’t disobey me.”

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𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈

(Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader)

summary: You cancel on your plans to hang out with your crush, Eddie, and your friends when you realize your competition for his affections will also be there. So, naturally, Eddie comes to you.

warnings: misunderstandings, little bit of hurt, little bit of angst, a lot of fluff and a lot of comforting,

a/n: little companion piece to In My Dreams. inspired by Hozier’s song Would That I, my re-watching of grey’s anatomy, my love for Lexie Grey who heavily inspires Reader’s personality in this, and that confession. for creative purposes we’re gonna pretend Halloween 5 came out before 1986, Eddie got held back like twice maximum, and everyone is alive/lives in Hawkins because this is an ideal world. probably won’t be able to post much in the coming weeks so enjoy and let me know what you think (don’t be a jerk)! mistakes will be fixed later.

You open the sliding door of the shower with a sigh, arm curling around your body at the slight temperature change as you yank the towel off the bathroom counter where you had set it and wrap it around your body, quickly drying off your limbs. Once you’re dry enough, you step out of the shower, towel now wrapped around your body as you grab a clean t-shirt to wrap around your drenched hair.

You swipe the condensation from the steam off the mirror, staring at your bare, disappointed face before the steam fogs it up again.

Your body heaves out another sigh as you prepare to go through your routine in a failed attempt to not think about all the fun your friends are having without you at that very moment.

It wasn’t like they hadn’t invited you, because they had. Heather had come bounding up to you during break on Tuesday to tell you about the group’s plans to hang out on Friday night, go to the mall, head to the movies then grab a bite to eat and probably hang out at someone’s house. You’d agreed immediately, loving nothing more than spending time with your friends. But then you had found out two things that had certainly rained on your parade before it even started:

1.) Roxy Campbell was going. Heather knew how much you two didn’t get along (a dislike that had been mutual since elementary school but had only spiked in animosity in recent years) and had hurriedly explained that it hadn’t been her that extended the invitation to Roxy, which lead you to reason number two.

2.) Chrissy Cunningham would be there. There wasn’t any bad blood between you and Chrissy, far from actually. You didn’t interact with her too much, she was more Heather’s friend than yours (and you sometimes wondered about that, they often cuddled up during big sleepovers, and disappeared at gatherings) but the common factor between Roxy, Chrissy and you was the real problem.

See, you wouldn’t have a problem being in the same place as Roxy on her own, and same goes for Chrissy, but together, they would just be too much for your insecurity, because Eddie was going.

You’d had a crush on Eddie since the fourth grade (he’d been a couple of grades ahead of you at the time, but now he was attainable, or you had thought he was) but it was when Heather had sucked you into their rag tag group consisting of a bunch of social misfits (Steve, Jonathan, Nancy, Argyle, Barb, Robin, Eden, Eddie and a partridge in a pear tree) during junior year that you actually fell in love with him.

He’d been the one you had bonded with the most, you had almost nothing in common—but it didn’t seem to matter because he made you feel like you mattered. He made you feel seen when you thought you were invisible, made you feel heard when you thought no one was listening, and you just…you really loved the way he made you feel.

And you were stupid enough to love him. Stupid enough to love his long curls, his smile (the crazed one was a favorite of yours, but it was topped by the shy one he’d always exchange with you when it was just the two of you in your own world—regardless of your friends surrounding you, or when you were in class and you’d turn in your seat to look back at Eddie and he’d already be watching you, he’d give you that same, beautiful smile), the way he’d doodle silly little things all over his hands (and you could go super into depth about your admiration for those hands), how he resembled a Gremlin when he ate, how he couldn’t seem to sit like a normal person in most public settings unless he was mentally exhausted, his dramatics and the stupid faces he’d make, the way he’d bark at Tommy H. when the jerk dared to try and approach Steve or if he was simply annoying Eddie, how much time and effort he put into campaigns, how he never seemed to get mad during the rare campaigns in which the Hellfire Club managed to breeze right through his monsters, mazes, and obstacles. You could go on forever and that was the problem.

Roxy started liking Eddie right around the time you fell in love with him—because she always has to have whatever you want—and Chrissy was the last girl you were aware he’d had a crush on. A crush he’d had since the seventh grade. Given the current strength of your feelings for a crush you’d had for far longer, you didn’t have any hopes that he’d moved on, since you—ya know hadn’t. Roxy didn’t really intimidate you, but if you were sandwiched between the two girls—or worse, if Eddie was, you’d be forced to watch either another girl flirt with him or watch him flirt with another girl. Both of those options sounded terrible to you and you were positive you’d just end up with a stomach ache that had you nearly bedridden like you always did when it came to heartbreak.

After three days of debating, you’d called Heather before you were all supposed to meet up at the mall and had used your mom not letting you go out because you had chores to do as an excuse. Your mom wouldn’t have appreciated being made the villain but they had all seen you looking perfectly fine at school only a couple of hours earlier, meaning you couldn’t play sick, so she’d just have to take one for the team.

Heather had sounded disappointed but understood and told you she’d let the rest of the group know.

Then you proceeded to have a breakdown, you’d cried and cried, crawled into your shower, cried so much and let the reality of not ever being able to love Eddie and be loved by him crash down on you, your chances of being the reason he smiles and feels loved circle the drain before washing away as your body shook with your sobs. At one point you had thought you might suffocate with it all, but you hadn’t. Once the hot water had begun to lower in temperature, you forced yourself to get up and get yourself together. Eddie should be able to be happy with whoever he wanted and if you were really his friend, you would have to be happy for him and stop feeling sorry for yourself.

So, here you were. All alone on a Friday night while the rest of the teenagers in Hawkins got to be, well, teenagers.

You try cheering yourself up by doing a full body shave since you have the time, moisturizing heavily with sweet smelling lotion, shaping your eyebrows, doing a ton of face masks—you may be feeling pathetic but your skin sure wasn’t—and painting your nails and toes. You’d gone with a metallic green this time in an effort to be daring. You even put your earrings back in, just to feel a little less naked.

Once the polish is dry and you have done all the self-care you can think of, you’re left with nothing to do and no one to keep you company. Even your mind is quiet and your thoughts are whispers, if anything. They’re not nice whispers, so you decide to watch a movie. You throw on one of your comfy sweaters and a pair of boy shorts before running downstairs to sort through the rentals your family still has. Normally, you wouldn’t go running out in your underwear regardless of how similar to shorts they appear, but even your parents had plans tonight, Fridays were date night. They’d come home sometime after 2 am, giggling and so in love as they tiptoed—incredibly loudly, somehow��past your room to try and not wake you up while you listened to them trip and stumble down the hall because you couldn’t help but like to listen and imagine it being you and Eddie one day; drunk, in love and without a care in the world because you’d have each other and maybe a slightly sleep deprived teenage daughter.

The movie selections aren’t too vast, most of yours had been returned on Wednesday—WAIT, SCORE!

You admire the VHS cover of The Last Unicorn with a smile before tucking it under your arm and disconnecting the VCR from the TV in the living room. You carry the bulky thing and its wires up to your room, quickly setting it up to your smaller tv and popping the tape in. While the previews play, you pull the soaked t-shirt off your head, your hair is still damp but as you look at yourself in your bedroom mirror, you can’t help but smile. Your face is glowing, you smell amazing, you hair—while still somewhat wet—looks promising to dry and set satisfactory. Hell, the damp look is working for you on its own. With a smile on your face, you feel and look beautiful.

The t-shirt is tossed into your hamper and you dig out a couple of your favorite snacks from your hoarding place under your bed before you settle on top of it, belly down and your comfiest pillow under your chin as the movie begins.

The movie is comforting and provides you a sense of nostalgia, though it hadn’t come out too long ago. You chalk it up to its dated terms and the general setting of it.

You’re completely invested in it, mind filled with nothing but commentary. You’re wondering why the animators made Celaeno the Harpy’s three titties so big and bouncy when the sound of knuckles rapping on your window surprises you. You push yourself up on your arms, craning your head to look even though you have an inkling who it is, the only person to regularly visit you via window pane.

Sure enough, Eddie is grinning at you from the other side, gesturing down to your window locks. You hadn’t been expecting him so you’d left it secured. It was only a little past 8 pm and hang outs nearly went on to 1 am, why wasn’t he with everyone else?

You move your snacks aside and abandon your pillow in favor of climbing off your bed to pause the movie before you make your way over, unlocking and opening the window for him.

“FINALLY!” Eddie grunts out as he tumbles in, rolling a little ways away before he jumps up and stretches his arms out so high he’s almost touching your ceiling. You roll your eyes, a small laugh slipping past your lips as your fondness for the silly boy quickly rises to the surface.

“Oh, quit it, you faker. You weren’t out there that long.”

Eddie scowls at you, eyes narrowed playfully. He won’t bother telling you that he’d been there for ten minutes (after he’d struggled to get on the roof for the same amount of time, Jesus H. Christ, it never got easier scaling your home, but he’d be damned if he stopped doing it, it was romantic and he was in the middle of wooing) watching you in a non-creepy manner, you’d looked so beautiful and peaceful; he hadn’t been able to take his eyes off of you or even consider making you aware of his presence until the overwhelming urge to hold you had taken over. He didn’t know if he’d finally be able to work up the courage to do so but the distance between you, and the physical separation started to give him anxiety so he’d knocked.

“You still took your sweet time getting off your butt to let me in,” Eddie teases as he makes himself comfortable, kicking off his shoes and shrugging off his jacket to hang on your desk chair. He even takes the chain off of his jeans, tucking it into one of the jacket pockets.

“I wasn’t expecting you!” You throw your hands up in defeat after you shut the window again.

Eddie’s grin turns sly, “Did I surprise you, kid?”

Now it’s your turn to narrow your eyes at him, because you know he doesn’t have the audacity to bring this up again. “Do. Not. Start.”

“It’s just pretty interesting for a guy whom you referred to as predictable today, at 10:06 in Mr. Bellow’s class, to surprise you in a manner that is evidently not so predictable.” He’s smug, so very smug as he crosses his arms and smirks.

You groan, though there’s no annoyance to it, in fact—you’re fighting off a smile. If you smile, he wins and that’s what he wants. You can’t give him that, it’s the little teasing game you have going on. You will not break.

“You accuse me of holding onto grudges─”

“Because you do.”

“—yet here you are, bringing up something from the past!”

“It happened today!”

“Yeah, earlier today, as in not right now, meaning the past. Besides, I wasn’t wrong. You always climb up to my window and you always try to be unexpected, so really, this was very much so an Eddie thing to do and I am—in fact—correct about you being predictable.” You state as you make your way back to your bed, climbing back on top and folding your legs criss cross style.

Eddie stares at you from where he’s standing, amusement clear in those big beautiful, Bambi eyes of his. The smirk is still there, but it’s not so sly or smug anymore, more gentle and you can tell he’s trying to not let it break into a grin but he’s smiling, nonetheless, so you win. And he knows it.

He shakes his head, turning to look at your poster and art covered walls so you can’t see just how big his grin is. When he finally composes himself, his body is relaxed, arms dropping to dangle by his sides as he stalks towards your bed.

“You’re delusional.”

“Am I wrong, though?” You beam up at him and he can’t say no to you, ever.

With a heavy sigh, he drops his weight onto your bed, falling onto his back. Your poor snacks go tumbling but you don’t care, leaning an elbow on your knee as you rest your chin in the palm of your hand while you peer down at him.

“No. What are we watching?”

“You didn’t answer my earlier question.”

“You didn’t ask a question.” You know he knows what you’re referring to.

“I could smother you right now.”

“Mm, but you won’t.”

You drop your hand from your chin to dart forward and tickle his side. Eddie yelps, letting out a loud laugh as he tries to wrangle your hand in his, securing your wrist in his grasp.

“Okay! Okay! Fine, what’s your question?”

“Why aren’t you with everyone else?” You exclaim, in your rush of adrenaline, rather than ask.

Eddie answers like it’s the most simple question in the world, blinking up at you as though the answer should have been obvious to you, “Because you’re not there.”

Your brows furrow, a confused smile crossing your lips and Eddie wants to lean up and kiss the spot between your eyebrows to ease them. You smell so good, too. He just wants to bury his face in your neck, your hair, suffocate himself with you ‘til his lungs refuse oxygen in favor of needing you to breathe.

“I’m hardly the life of the party, Eddie.”

Not when Roxy and Chrissy are around, you think to yourself. If you’re being honest, Chrissy seems more fun than Roxy, and so are you. Anyone is better than Roxy. You can’t help but briefly wonder how Roxy can be friends, acquaintances, whatever, with Chrissy—not that there’s anything wrong with the sweet blonde—but if it was obvious to you that Eddie liked Chrissy, it should have been obvious to Roxy. Roxy loathed you even more than she had before for being friends with Eddie, you figured she’d hate Chrissy since she was the object of his affections.

“You’re spacing’ out on me, kid.” You’re literally shaken from your thoughts when Eddie puts his giant freaking hand on the top of your damp head, giving it a gentle shake. He laughs at your expression when you swat his hand away.

“Sorry, was just thinking about something. Did you say something?”

“I said you’re the life of my party,” Eddie repeats, trying to maintain his cool, despite how fast his heart was racing. He’d do that a lot, drop little hints to see if you picked up on them with hopes you would. Then, he’d have the perfect opportunity to finally tell you how he feels; like how his heart had just about dropped out of his ass when Heather had come on her own and told them you wouldn’t be joining them. He’d been sullen and mostly quiet as they walked through the mall. Steve and Argyle had tried to cheer him up, but it was useless. Chrissy had even tried to strike up a conversation but he couldn’t think about anything but you, so that had dropped pretty fast and he was sure he’d come off as rude, only he couldn’t care right then but he’d apologize next week at school.

Eddie couldn’t even recall what movie they had ended up watching. Even if he had been trying to pay attention, Roxy was constantly trying to talk to him during the movie so he wouldn’t have been able to hear it anyways. The entire time he was trying to think of why you hadn’t shown up. Heather had mentioned something about your mom, but Eddie knew your parents had date nights on Fridays so you were pretty much free to do whatever you wanted. Were you sick? On your period? Suffering? And here he was, albeit not having an even decent time, hanging out with his friends when he could have been comforting you or just with you. He left before the movie hit the halfway point.

“Coolest person I know, kid.”

You smile, sinking back into your shoulders shyly, you may not have been the apple of his eye, but you were still cool in his, “Thanks, Eddie. You’re the coolest person I know, too. Maybe even the best person I know, in general. Don’t tell Robin or Eden I said that.”

Eddie chuckles, still hyper aware of your wrist in his hand, if he plays this right he could just slide it up ‘til he’s palm to palm with you and intertwine your fing─

“The Last Unicorn,” You announce, finally answering his question as you sit up only to lean back into your pillows, pulling your wrist out of his hold just as Eddie had been about to trail his hand higher. You pat the spot next to you as you pull your knees to your chest. “We lost the remote so you’ll have to go press ‘play’.”

“Oh, I’ll have to go press ‘play’, huh?” His amusement is back as he shifts onto his side to face you.

“Mhm,” You nod innocently, placing your finger on the tip of your nose. “Nose goes.”

He stares at you, incredulous, before he reluctantly pushes himself up even though you both know he would have done it regardless.

“That stupid game doesn’t even make sense, if it’s gonna be called ‘Nose Goes’ shouldn’t the first person that touches their nose fucking go?” He grumbles as he presses the button on the VCR before climbing onto the bed, making himself comfy next to you as the movie resumes.

You shush him, eyes fixated on the screen again, on Celaeno, “Look at her boobies.”

Eddie does as you say, guffawing once he notices. He’s more amused with your thought process than he is with the harpy, for obvious reasons. One being that he’s in love with you and how cute you are and the other being that the harpy is far from appealing to look at.

“Wait, does she have three tits?”

“Yeah.”

“Why, though?”

“Because Harpies have three titties, I don’t know, Eddie, I didn’t make the movie.”

“Well, like—does she need the extra one?” He never noticed it before.

“I don’t know, I’m more concerned about how human they look. I get that harpies are kinda supposed to look a little human, but she’s really fugly and not at all human in appearance. They really gave her three human boobs and called it a day. Could have at least given her a human head or some hair but no.”

Eddie’s focused on you, watching you from the corners of his eyes as you rant. One of the things that had broken the awkwardness when you first met was your love of fantasy. You weren’t as obvious about it as he was with his, but he’d seen you reading your copy of The Sword in the Stone after you’d finished a test early, in the English class he shared with you, right before the end of your sophomore year. He’d spent the whole summer wondering about you and he’d been grateful when Heather had been inducted in the group, bringing you with her in the fall. When he failed, he’d been bummed but knowing he got to spend more time with you, learn more about you eased the ache. Falling in love with you had just about healed it completely, and with your encouragement, he was on track to graduate alongside you this year.

When Eddie doesn’t respond, you turn your head to him, raising your brows when you notice his gaze is fixed on you, “You okay, Eddie?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, kid.”

He really is, he’s thinking about all the things he loves about you. How animated you get when you’re excited about something, the way you get all shy when you realize just how excited you’d been, how optimistic you were even when you were having the worst of days—you never lashed out at anyone because of it, how you always put others first (you always claimed to be selfish but the moment you realized you could help someone instead of yourself, you did it), how forgiving you were (Steve had been somewhat of a jerk to you when he was still King Steve but the moment you realized he was genuine in his redemption, you never brought it up and always made sure to mention how he’s grown as a person when someone else brings it up and yeah, Eddie was a little jealous about that). How unapologetically yourself you were, silliness and all (like how you’d gone as Jamie Lloyd in her clown costume with the red nose and mask, from the Halloween movie while everyone else was dressed as provocative as possible for Zoe’s halloween party—and then you’d gone to Tina’s party as an angel with very little covering you up, because you could do both, and Eddie had to spend the entire night hiding an erection). Or how you made the wall flower kids, that Steve and the others sometimes couldn’t see needed attention, feel seen; Mike, Will and Jane loved it when you came around. They always referred to you and Jonathan as their play parents and yes, Eddie got incredibly jealous with that, too.

And then there was the way you made Eddie feel. Despite his growing friendships, he had still felt a sense of loneliness, still needed his alone time because they overwhelmed him a bit. But not you. You snuck up on him, came into his life so quietly you hadn’t disturbed any of the foundation he’d built around himself to keep the world away, yet still somehow ended up on the same side of the wall with him. When his head got loud, you were there to hush all the thoughts, bringing him a sense of peace. He hardly had to even defend himself to verbal lashings anymore because you were putting whoever it was in their place without even being mean about it, which made him feel like people really were just messing with him to be jerks, like he wasn’t actually a freak. You made him feel like they were the problem, not him. When you looked at him, he felt like you were actually seeing him. Not Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson, not the frontman to a band everyone thought was going nowhere, not some high school repeat, not some drug dealer, not trailer trash, just Eddie.

God, and the way you said his name! You’d beam, sit up straighter while you flashed him that beautiful smile and Eddie felt like he somehow lit up the room for you, despite you already being the brightest thing in any room.

He’d had crushes before, on Chrissy Cunningham, on Ally Citronni, Tammy Thompson—she talked to him, okay? He was lucky if a girl didn’t walk away giggling with her friends and not in the ‘I just talked to a cute boy’ way and she was a nice girl—even the fucking counselor and yeah, he’d had one on you, had expected it to go away like it had with the others, but it hadn’t. Instead, it blossomed into something so intense he couldn’t eat, he couldn’t fucking sleep, he couldn’t think about anything that wasn’t related to you.

Love on the fucking brain.

He’d even been forced to talk to Wayne about you when Tommy H. had asked you out in an attempt to make Carol jealous during one of their break ups. Even though you’d flat out said no, it had been a reality check for Eddie. Someone could easily just steal you away. Eddie hadn’t been able to sleep right for a week, and he hadn’t even touched his guitars, prompting an Uncle Wayne intervention, that conversation led him here. And all of the other times he’d tried—failed—to tell you how he felt.

You went back to watching the movie, but not Eddie. He was ready for this, fuck the hints.

“I’m glad I’m not in this movie cause I would have started sprinting, then she’d kil─”

Eddie had placed a finger on the side of your chin, directing your face to his instead of the TV while you had been talking and you hadn’t been able to drag your eyes away from the action on screen but that didn’t stop him from kissing you, lips pressing firmly against yours.

That caught your attention.

Your eyes widen as you realize what’s happening and when it becomes clear Eddie won’t be pulling away, you melt into him, eyelids fluttering shut while you return the kiss with the same amount of fervor. The rest of his hand comes to cradle your jaw, thumb stroking your cheek as he licks at your lips. They part for him almost instantly and he moans at the first taste of you, tongue swiping against yours.

Eddie dominates the kiss and you’re helpless to do anything but respond as he explores your mouth, licking any chance of coherency right off your tongue. His other hand slips around your waist, pulling you flush against him, onto his lap and you can’t quite believe that he’s cradling you like this, as though you were something important to him. You can’t even believe he’s kissing you, let alone this thoroughly!

When Eddie finally—and very reluctantly—pulls away, there’s a string of spittle connecting your lips. You lick it up and Eddie nearly creams his pants right there.

You stare up at him, eyes wide and vulnerable as Eddie leans down to press a kiss to your forehead, thumb still stroking your cheek.

“I love you, kid. I’m in love with you. Messed me up the moment Heather dragged you over to the lunch table and you wouldn’t let go of the seat you’d been sitting on at your old table. Had a feeling it’d be you, I hoped it would.” He confesses, voice gentle and nearly a whisper into the charged air between the two of you.

You want to cry the happiest of tears as you finally confess during a moment you genuinely thought wouldn’t come, not after the circumstances of how the night had started for you, “I love you so much, Eddie. You’re all I think about; I can’t sleep, I-I can’t eat and when I didn’t think you could love me I couldn’t breathe. I love you, I love you so much and I wanted to tell you, I did but I was so scared you wouldn’t love me and I’d ruin it all but I do! I love you.”

Eddie’s on you in an instant, lips insistent against yours and you can’t help the few tears that slip out but Eddie’s quick to wipe them away, trying to convey just how much he loves you with his kisses. When he pulls away again, he rests his forehead against yours.

“I’ve tried to tell you so many times, baby. I just—I fucking suck. That’s it,” the way Eddie says it makes you laugh and he smiles at the sound, leaning forward to press another kiss to your lips. “I fucking suck. I have loved you for so long, and I should have told you a long ass time ago, a fucking year ago. You really are the life of my party—love of my life, actually. You’re it for me, like—fuck.”

He’s quiet for a few moments, but you can be patient now, you’re willing to wait for him forever.

When he speaks again, the playful edge is gone, “I want to marry you.”

Your breath hitches along with your heartbeat and Eddie continues, “Not yet, not while we’re in school, but I’m positive I want to marry you. Hell, if I didn’t think I’d distract the shit out of you, I’d carry you to the courthouse right now—don’t be a smart ass, I know what you’re gonna say and I’m very aware they’re not open right now—but I’d sit there and wait. That’s how sure I am. So when we’re ready, when you’re ready, if you’ll have me, I’m gonna marry you. But for now, would you—I don’t know, wanna be my girlfriend?”

You yank him down for another kiss, multiple before you’re pressing them all over his face and you’re sure he’s smiling, can feel his cheeks pull up when your lips pass over them.

“Yes, yes I want to marry you someday and yes, I want to be your girlfriend. I want you, Eddie, and I’ll take you anyway I can have you.”

Eddie pulls you even further to him, something you didn’t think was possible, as he hugs you, the hand on your cheek traveling up to cradle the back of your head.

You can’t see his face in this position, your face is pretty much pressed into the crook of his neck, but you’re sure he’s crying, can feel the wetness on the side of your forehead.

Your arms wrap around his middle, inching the fabric of his shirt up so your fingers can press into his back. Despite the seriousness of your conversation, Eddie lurches forward into the bed and you squeal as you go with him, back meeting your blankets.

“Eddie!” You’re pinned underneath him, and Eddie has no plans on moving.

“Hm?”

“Get off!”

“You just told me you’ll have me any way you want me and now you want me off of you? I am all for the chase, baby, but you really gotta make up your mind.”

“Ugh,” you groan, admitting defeat as your arms wrap around him once more to hold him and he lets out a content sigh, nose nudging your head. You turn your head in the direction and he presses another sweet kiss to your lips before nuzzling his nose against yours.

“I’m gonna run down the halls on monday and tell everyone you’re my girlfriend.”

“How predictable of you.”

“Kid, I swear to God.”

You and Eddie will have to save The Last Unicorn and the harpy with three boobs for another time, too swept up in each other to pay it any mind.

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