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courtingchaos · 1 year

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Rent the Space Inside My Mind

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Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female!Reader

Summary: Man, remember that picture you found? I wonder how you two decide to deal with that little hiccup...

A/N: I've finally come to the realization that this little fic is a labor of love for me. It's my baby so it isn't ever really going to have a real updating schedule. All of that to say, thank you for sticking around and reading you guys! Not a spoiler but just so you know, the end kind of reads like An End, but I have a lot more planned for theses two. This is just like, and end to the pining.

Also, I know others are reading this, but I'm giving a whole shoutout to @fracturedarkness who has been the best cheerleader for me with this story from essentially day one. Literally a ray of sunshine 😘😘😘

(If y'all want a soundtrack at all, just listen to Hozier's Wasteland! Baby. Seriously it's basically all I listened to.)

Warnings: SMUT! There's smut! Halleluiah! 18+ NSFW Minors GTFO

In sixth grade Eddie had caught mono. It was the first serious illness that Wayne had to deal with since taking guardianship four years earlier. Eddie had moaned around the trailer for two weeks, unable to stay awake for more than a few hours at a time. He’d been exhausted and couldn’t swallow right. The fever he’d get at night made him nauseous those first few days and that’s the only thing he can compare this sick twist in his gut to.

Between the picture clutched in your fingers and the intense look on your face, Eddie thinks he might just turn inside out.

“Ed?”

It sounds like an accusation in his ears. You’ve found him out, evidence catching the light where it waves around between the two of you. Forget trying to tell you his feelings, he’s got a date with buckshot later.

He takes it back actually, this feels the same as the day you accidentally met his dad. The sudden visit on a rare stint between prison stays. The lead weight of fear and sadness and pure fucking rage making him go cold and numb.

Eddie is so tired of shit going wrong in his life.

“Eddie?” How do you sound so soft when he has clearly screwed up so bad?

Also, he went for one shower after making a stupid mess and you decided to what, go through his shit?

Don’t start

There’s a black mood he gets in sometimes. It creeps up his insides, stains him dark. It makes him mean and he doesn’t want to be mean, not to you. Not to anyone really.

He knows on a deeper level this is his fault, it was only a matter of time before you found the picture. Tucked in books and forgotten in his sheets he’s honestly surprised it’s taken this long.

“Eddie!” The sharpness of his name jerks his head out of the haze he’s in. Sees your eyes clearly and you’re not mad, in fact he thinks that might be a smile hidden under all the confusion.

“Where did you get this?” Even and calm. Could you lend him some of that? His throat clicks when he tries to swallow.

“I think uh, I think I took it. On ha-Halloween. Last year.” He doesn’t recognize his own voice, the deep scratch of it. “We were drunk at Hagan’s. I don’t know wh-“

“You took this?” Another wiggle of the polaroid. Your grip on the box of weed is still white knuckled. Okay, maybe that wasn’t a smile. He can’t really tell anymore, the panic settling in firing off all his alarm bells.

“You weren’t supposed to find it.” He’s so quiet, hasn’t been quiet like this in a long time. Wasn’t even this quiet sneaking into bedrooms.

You take a step forward and he launches back. Head hits the door frame and if god is real he would let the paneling swallow him whole right now.

“Why do you have this? Why all the-” you gesture behind you, “why all my shit? You told me you hadn’t seen my Theo figure anywhere and she’s in the drawer with all my shit!” Your voice gets tight, face scrunching up in complete confusion. “I thought I was loosing my stuff but you’re just stealing all of it! My zippo! Eddie what the fuck?!” No, right, there’s the anger. He’s pressed so firmly against the door jam it’s guaranteed to leave marks for a week. You take another step forward and he has nowhere to go, pinned under your scrutiny and words and the waving hand holding his shame. But where your voice was rising in anger, it drops suddenly, slides into something softer. “Why do you have this?”

Yeah Eddie, why do you have it?

It’s a total accumulation of, let’s be real, two years of unrepentant pining. Two years of being a dick and going after easy girls because you were off limits in his own doctrine. Too good a friend to ruin the relationship, and too good a person to ruin with himself. It’s nights spent at the bookstore waiting for you to get off, watching with a burning in his gut as the dipshit college guy you work with tries to edge his way into a date. Blunts and cigarettes shared like kisses between lips he isn’t allowed to taste otherwise. It’s the grappling like two idiots fighting, breathless giggles and rough shoves that end in headlock hugs and usually him tapping out first, unable to stand being in your embrace if it isn’t for keeps.

“I…” the space in his room is somehow bigger than it’s ever been, leaving him adrift in the chaos of his things and your things and the too thin air that you’re somehow breathing in just fine. There’s a stutter in his chest where he’s not catching his breath, the familiar heat behind his eyes where the tears are trying to rush forward. “It’s just-fuck! It’s such a creep…move I know and I just didn’t want to l-let it go because it was a good night and-and a good picture and your hand…” he’d dropped his eyes to stare at your feet, unable to say his half-assed explanation to your face. “Your hand. On my leg.” Just a whisper. Swings his hand limply toward you. “I just, it was a nice thought.” His throat is tight and he’s afraid if you keep looking at him he might cry.

He’s watched you take enough steps forward so you’re practically toe to toe with him. In his peripheral he watches you toss the box behind you onto the bed, your other clutching the evidence lightly taps against his chest and rests there.

He looks up through his lashes and his hair, keeping his sight obscured like it’ll protect him from whatever you’re about to say.

“I can’t believe-“ you cut off with a laugh and a shake of your head, that small smile he thought he saw turning back up. “I feel so fucking stupid.”

Eddie’s stomach has disappeared along with the rest of his insides. There’s never been a real foundation of proof for him, just stolen glances he’s caught you in. That lingering look you’d give him, the way you’d hang onto him longer during a hug sometimes. Mostly just blind hope and his own low simmering ego to egg him on.

“Do you want to know what I did this morning?” He nods, he really does want to know. There’s the smallest drip of warmth trickling down his back with your words.

“I woke up and I thought about you. First thought of the day.” A deep breath and he can see the pink blooming up out of the collar of his shirt you’re wearing. “I thought about you and I felt so stupid after, for sitting in the dark and pretending that you’d ever-“ You stop yourself again and drop your eyes to stare at your hand on his chest.

“You thought about me?” He asks and you nod slowly. He’s got an idea about what that might mean. “Do you maybe also have a secret polaroid?”

A break in the tension and you take a step back, laughing. A real one he knows, warm and happy. The photo hits him in the chest where your hand just was, where you’ve just flicked it at him. “How long Eddie?”

“What?” He grabs for the photo but it flutters to the ground.

“How long have you liked me?” Your wide eyes and breathless question challenge him. When he doesn’t respond fast enough for you, you reach out and push his bangs away from his face, smoothing them back. His wispy armor is gone and with it, surprisingly, some of his fear. Your eyes are clear and waiting, smile still pulling at your lips.

“I don’t, I don’t have like, a date. Like, a-awhile.” Eddie stutters like he’s never spoken these words before. Nerves replacing fear when it starts to finally dawn on him: this isn’t going to end in flames.

The hand at his forehead slides down and rests on his cheek. He hasn’t taken a full breath in since you pushed his hair back, never mind now that your cradling his face, but the fear has been slowly melting off his shoulders while you’ve been staring at him and when your eyes trail down his face, it and the sudden nerves all just disappear.

He feels your fingers flex along his jaw and he finally takes that breath.

“I’m not reading this wrong am I?” Barely a whisper but he hears you. Shakes his head and opens his mouth to talk but you cut him off, just as quiet, “I don’t want us to make a mistake.”

“You think this’d be mistake?” The hurt leaks through without his meaning to.

“God no, Eddie I-“

There’s a bloom of confidence he hasn’t felt before, something that twist up through his ribs and around his spine. “Good.”

Reaching out for you feels natural. He’s reached out to you a hundred times before but he’s never slid his hands into your hair. Tucked them up behind your ears and pulled you in close, felt you gasp when he brushes his lips against yours. Your hands pull at his shirt where they’re both fisted in the thin material, keeping him close. When you push into him he feels your mouth open, tongue grazing along his bottom lip; white static across his thoughts.

It’s 10pm on a Thursday night and your kissing him in his room. Wearing his t-shirt and pushing him against the wall while your kissing him. He feels one of your hands flatten against his chest and his heart rockets off and your still kissing him. There’s your tongue again begging entrance and he yields, feels that barbell slide across his own tongue and he’s done for. It’s better than he could ever fantasize. He wants more of it but you just aren’t close enough. He grips at your hair to pull you in, to try and deepen the kiss but there’s no where else to go. You mumble something against his lips but he just swallows the sound and slides a hand down your back till he can get his fingers up under the hem of the shirt, palm laid flat against the small of your back.

“Eddie.” You sigh his name and he makes it a personal goal right then to get you to do it again. Your hands wander down his chest and he starts his own wandering down your neck, lips finding any open skin he can kiss. “Hold on, Eddie-“

“I’m not holding on for shit.” He says in between kisses. “I’ve been thinking about doing this for months.” Your laugh vibrates under his mouth and it makes his eyes roll. “Do you want me to stop?” He pauses under your ear, panting against you.

“No.” You sigh and shake your head, leaning into his hand still in your hair. “No I don’t.”

He spends a few more minutes pulling little sounds out of you that he’s filing away for later. Nipping at your skin when you run your hands under his shirt and push it up.

“Can I?” The question isn’t even finished before he pulls the shirt over his head and throws it behind you on the dresser. “Oh!” A giggle when he lays his hands back on you, hands rucking up your own shirt where he can run his palms over your midriff. There’s no finesse to his kisses anymore, just laying them wherever he can, anything to make you giggle again. He moves his hands higher, pushing your shirt up so he can finally see your tits again. It’s been a whole ass year since your wore your dress and he’s dreamt about this every day since. He kisses the tops of them and is mesmerized by the way they bounce back under his touch.

“Hello old friends.”

“Old friends?!” When you laugh they move with you and he has to force himself to look back up at you.

“Yeah, you saw the picture. We’re well acquainted.” He buries his face down in your cleavage and you hear him take a deep breath. “How do you always smell so good?” He’s layering kisses again and you’re trying to move around until you can pull your own shirt off. “Hey don’t rush this, I have this perfectly planned.”

“Oh, so you left the drawer open on purpose?”

“Absolutely, it’s been my months long plan.” He takes a step forward to force you back one. Eyebrows scrunched together he scoffs, “I almost let you catch me for a while and then it happens by mistakeand I act like it’s the biggest fuck up ever and now I’ve got you shirtless. Listen, I plan campaigns babe. You know I can write ten steps ahead.” He’s walking you backwards till your legs hit his bed, fingers holding onto your belt loops to keep you close.

“Eddie?” You hook your fingers into the waistband of his flannel pants, pulling down till they shift off his hips.

“What?” He’s distracted by your fingers sliding around his hips.

“You’re so full of shit.” He laughs when steps out of his pants and sees you look down, an immediate tilt to your head. Your fingers still against his skin, skimming the elastic of his boxers but he knows you’re staring at the growing bulge. The clever remark he had ready dies in the back of his throat when he hears the quiet ‘hmm’, watches your tongue poke out to swipe across your lips.

“If you keep staring I’m gonna get self conscious.” One hand covers his mouth to muffle the end of his sentence while the other lightly rubs up against his dick through the thin cotton. Somehow he stays upright, mouth falling open under your hand to pant against your palm.

“You got any other surprises for me Munson?”

Are you talking to him? He can’t get a braincell to function with the heat of your hand pressed against him, barely moving at all. The button on your jeans is about all he can fathom, getting them opened and remembering how a zipper works is next. Your breath bouncing off of his chest makes him shiver and kind of brings some of his brain back up and running.

“I uh, I got a few tricks up my sleeve.” He tips you back till you sit and he follows close, making you lay down. You laugh when your back hits the bed and you keep laughing, body shaking as he works your jeans down your legs.

“What’s so funny, giggles?”

“I’m just…this is the first time I’ve had sex in a bed.”

Eddie stops moving and looks up at you from your feet. “I’m sorry, what?” He hopes he’s just hearing wrong, on account of his brain short circuiting a moment ago.

“Yeah, it’s just always been in the back of cars.” You say it so flippantly, like it’s just a thing that happened to you. “I mean, It’s whatever. I just realized no one’s ever pushed me back on a bed before.” Your grin is hazy when you look down your body at him but he’s stone sober now. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to any of those assholes and he knows it. You’re the best thing to happen to him, and somehow you’ve gone this long with shitty car hookups.

“No.” He shakes his head and pulls your jeans off fully. Slides your socks off and tosses them in the pile of your clothes. “You’re lying, please tell me your lying.”

“I’m not! There’s so much more room!” You wave your arms next to you like you’re making a snow angle in his sheets. You sit up quick, bracing yourself on one hand to reach behind yourself to undo your bra when he stops you.

“You don’t have to do that, I can help.” He’s crowded up against your legs where you’ve dropped them both sideways.

“I know that, I was just making it easier.” His face must drop because you huff at him. “Look, I’m not stupid Eddie. I just, haven’t had the best track record I guess. I just assumed-“

“That I was gonna be like the other guys.”

You shrug. “Yeah, Hawkin’s finest. You know.”

That’s a little bit of a blow, he won’t lie, but watching you slam up your walls when they’ve been nonexistent all night makes him switch tactics.

“You deserve better than that.” He swings his legs to the side so he can lean over you, one arm braced against your hip, the other tilting your chin to look at him. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen you pout before, your bottom lip sticking out pink and wet and he wants to bite it. “I’m serious.” He leans in close, lips brushing yours. “Can I be nice to you?” He whispers against you and your face flushes immediately, eyes darting down to stare at the bed. He can’t stop the grin spreading across his face, delighted with how flustered you get.

“I-you’re always nice.” You mumble, chin fighting to get away from his hand holding you still.

“I can be nicer.” He closes the small gap and kisses you again, still holding your chin. He can feel your breathing speed up when it ghosts over his cheek where you’re nose is pressed. When he’s certain you won’t pull away he moves his hand to your back, unhooking the clasps one by one. Eddie pulls back to look at you properly, fingers lightly pulling the straps down your arms. “Can I?”

“You don’t have to ask.” You say, still nodding your head at him anyways.

“It’s good manners.” He says simply, wiggling your bra off of you, tossing it to join the growing pile. You’ve shifted back to your elbows, further away from him but giving him a better view. None of his fantasies are measuring up to real life. Just watching the way your tits lay when you shift has him practically drooling. He runs a fingertip from between them and down to your navel, marveling at the softness of your skin. Runs that same fingertip over to a hip and you jump just a little. “Ticklish?”

“Maybe.” Your voice is wobbly, chest rising and falling faster. He lays his palm flat against your stomach and runs it up your side, thumb brushing the underside of your breast and you sigh, letting your head fall back between your shoulders.

“You are so fucking pretty.” Eddie means it. Even before all the crushing and jealously he could see it. With your head back he can watch the blush creep down your chest and he marvels at that too.

“Eddie you can’t just say shit like that.” You sound strained from the angle your at. He runs his thumb under the swell of your breast again just to watch you shudder.

“What, that your pretty?” He leans down to place a kiss on your chest, can feel your heartbeat tick up faster. He’s only got so much restraint before he grabs you up into his lap but he’s trying hard to be a gentleman about it. You deserve that much for your first time. Well, not overall but with him? Eddie’s determined to make you forget about every other guy who’s even looked at you.

“Look at me.” He’s dropping kisses along your collarbone trying to get you to lift your head up. His hands have been itching to grab your tits but he wants you to stop being shy for a minute. “Please.” He’s trying to kiss up your neck when you finally lift your head. “Can you scoot up for me?” He asks and you oblige. As soon as your head hits his pillow he’s leaned back, pulling your knees back up so he wedge himself between them. He grabs your hand and pulls it up to kiss your open palm and you close your fingers around his cheeks, making him laugh.

“Will you stop being cute and just touch me?”

“How?” He kisses down your wrist, watching you get more flustered.

“I don’t know, whatever you normally do?”

“No, that was with them, they don’t matter anymore.” He makes it to the crook of your elbow before he lets go and crawls over the top of you, getting in your face to stare you down. “What’d you think about this morning, hm?” He’s keeping track of all the little whimpers your making, the way you bite your lip when he makes you nervous. You won’t meet his eye so he follows your line of sight and you huff at him.

“Stuff, Eddie. Oh my god.” You cover your face with your hands and he thinks he can feel the heat radiating off of you. It’s driving him crazy in the best way, he doesn’t think he’s ever had this effect on anyone before.

“Aw c’mon. Tell me.” He kisses each finger before moving down to your knuckles and honestly, he just can’t help himself anymore when he brings a hand up to knead at your tits, a quick pinch of a hardened nipple and you gasp into your hands. “Was it this?” He pinches again and you wiggle under him, hips jumping up against him and he drops his head. You’re hot everywhere, and the core of you pressed up against him through his boxers is going to do him in if he’s not careful. “If you don’t tell me I’m gonna have to guess and this could be a long night.” He rolls his hips into you to try to get his point across and to try to get some relief.

“Is that such a bad thing?” You ask, pulling your hands down to just cover your mouth. Your eyes are wide and glassy, pupils big and dark.

“No, but I want to know what I do in these dreams of yours.” He moves back to your neck to make a path to your chest where he laps at your nipple. “Something like this?” He asks before wrapping his lips around and sucking, tongue flicking over sensitive skin. You arch your chest up and there’s a laugh caught in your moan. He moves over to your other side, nipping at you before mouthing at your other nipple, hand teasing at your hip. He snaps your underwear against you and you let out a quiet ‘ow’ and try to swat at his hand. “Or was I somewhere else?” His fingertips graze under the band and inch down. Your knees pull up tight around him and he’s so close to saying fuck it to his own game.

“You were-fuck Eddie, you were going down on me.” You get so quiet, the one hand still on your mouth muffling your voice.

“Oh?” He lets your nipple go with a wet sound, big grin already set in place.

“If your gonna make fun of me…”

“Absolutely not.”

You watch him over your hand place a scattering of kisses down till he hits your underwear, giving you one last questioning look before he hooks his fingers in and pulls them down. You’re also starting to feel a little self conscious when you realize he hasn’t taken his eyes off you.

Payback

“Ed.” He just runs his hands up your legs, big palms warm against your thighs. He pulls your knees out a little further before leaning down and re-situating himself between your thighs, leaving open mouthed kisses along the inside. You’re torn between wanting to watch him and wanting to cover your face in embarrassment when he makes the decision for you, pulling at your elbow to drag your hand down to his head. He’s got that lazy smirk on his face and you can feel his breath skipping across too sensitive skin.

“Give you something to hold on to.” You want to laugh but he’s too quick, fingers moving in to hold you open for him. Your head drops into the pillow when he licks a broad tongue from your center right up to your clit, your back arching up and Eddie’s laugh vibrates through you.

“Oh fuck.”

“I haven’t even started yet.” You can hear the proud smirk in his voice and if you’d like to say something smart back you won’t, too focused on his mouth working you over. His tongue is soft, even when he points it, uses it to prod at your opening and you forget any remarks you might have had for him.

“Eddie.” You pull at his hair when he wraps his lips around your clit and he groans. You’re stuck concentrating on his mouth until he slides one finger in and you choke on a gasp. He pulls his mouth away and lays his head against your leg, watching you from under his wet hair.

“Is this what you thought about?” He can see you nod into the pillow, hand twisted next to your head in the fabric while he pumps his hand slowly.

“It’s what I thought about.” He hooks his finger up, trying to find that soft spot to make you melt. “I think about it all the time.” The grip on your thigh is tight, keeping it close against his cheek. “Ever since you told me about those shitty dates.”

“Seriously?” You lift your head, eyes half lidded and face scrunched up.

“I should have nutted up and said something. They didn’t deserve you.” He pulls his finger out and you watch him suck it into his mouth, watch his eyes roll in his head. You groan and he adds his middle finger before he pulls his hand out, spit slick fingers running up over your clit, teasing you before he slides both back in. He leans in to run his tongue through your folds, watching you from under his lashes while you wriggle around and clutch at the pillow. The hand in his hair grips tighter and your legs squeeze up around his ears and he’s surrounded by you, the low chanting of his name keeping him planted in place. He finally finds that spot, feels you shudder under him before you moan, tilting your hips up to chase his touch.

“Eddie Eddie Eddie fuck!” You keep rolling your hips against his face and he can’t help himself. He’s been pathetically rutting into the mattress listening to you whine and he can’t take it anymore. He taps under your thigh to get your attention, really gets it when he fully pulls away and you look down at him all concerned. “Why are you stopping?”

“Good reason.” He stands up and pulls off his boxers, rooting around his nightstand for the condoms he knows are in there. He’s oblivious to you on the bed, sitting all the way up now and staring. Of course they’re not where he left them, instead tucked behind his lamp but he grabs one and climbs back on the bed before he realizes what he’s done. “Oh.” Eddie feels his face heat up when he looks down at himself. “I probably should have done that better.” He’s expecting you to laugh or sigh or say something witty but you just snatch the foil out of his hand and tear it open. You only pause for second before wrapping your hand around him and he’s positive this isn’t going to last as long as he’d hopped. When you roll the condom down he hisses and drops, head falling into your shoulder.

“You okay champ?”

He just nods and whines when you give him a few easy strokes, watching your hand move up and down his cock. You’re so much more gentle with him than he is with himself. Eyes half open and mouth hanging he’s sure he looks fucking stupid but he doesn’t care, doesn’t want you to stop touching him. When you scoot closer and pull his face up it takes him a moment to realize you’re kissing him, for him to react and do something.

“C’mere.” He shakes out of his haze enough to move back between your knees, pulling your hips so your ass is flush against his thighs. He pulls your leg up to hook over his hip, placing a quick kiss on your knee before lining himself up. He rubs the tip of cock against you, catching on your clit twice and making you whimper.

“Please Ed.” He doesn’t need to be begged twice, grabs the base of his dick and sinks in slow. Sees your breath catch and your eyes roll, “Oh fuck it.” He bottoms out, can feel you clenching around him tight and hot and gasping and laughing and he looses all composure. Fingers dug into your leg wrapped around him he snaps his hips back and into you, punching out a sharp peal of laughter. He does it again, loves the way he can hear the choked off gasp in your throat. When he picks up his pace you grab at the sheets, twisting them up off his bed.

“Fucking th-thank you-u!” It’s stuttered out between thrust, your face flushed and twisted up in a smile.

“You know how many times I thought about this?” He has to talk, if he doesn’t talk he’s going to blow his load and he refuses to let your first time together end before a full minute passes. “Every time I looked at that picture I thought about it. I should have fucked you in that bathroom.” Your nails scratch at his thigh where they try to find purchase. “All the rides out to the lake oh fuck- I should have done this sooner, yeah?” He licks his thumb before bringing it down on your clit, running tight circles around it. Your back arches off the bed and he feels you clench around him. “Is that it? Right there-ohmygod.” It almost sounds like you’re crying his name just before you come, nails digging into his thigh when it crashes into you. He watches you tense up and then collapse against the bed, pliant under him where he starts to loose his rhythm. The heat that reached up fast burns up his spine while he watches you revel in your aftershocks, already trying to grab him down to you. The hazy look in your eyes and that grin you’re flashing him send him over the edge, burying himself with a deep groan, your name scattered between curses. He’s whited out until he can catch his breath, gripping your thigh until he can see straight. In the distant ringing in his ears he can hear your giggle under him, soft like the hands trying to pull him closer.

“Hey.” Your eyes find his in his own haze, slowly coming back down to earth. “Come here.” Gentle tugs to get him to lay down but he shakes his head, asks for minute. He pulls out to get rid of the condom and disappears into the bathroom for minute, leaving you to roll around his bed. When he comes back he turns off his light. Sees that you’ve pulled the blankets up under your chin, one finger poking out to beckon him back in. “I’m cold.”

Eddie would like to pinch himself just to make sure this is real. In all of his imaginings he never let himself have this part. The sex was easy to think about but this hurt too much to ever linger on. He finds his pants first before crawling back into bed, snaking a hand around your middle and pulling you into him. He wedges his nose up under your jaw and hums, leaving a few soft kisses in his wake.

“Are you always this cuddly?”

“I don’t normally get to cuddle.” You’re both quiet in the dark, hushed tones under the blankets.

“Huh.” Your fingers tangle up in his hair, nails lightly scratching over his scalp. It sends a deep shiver down his spine and he has a split second where he feels like crying. “Their loss.” He feels the kiss you leave on his forehead and just buries his head further into your neck. You smell like you always do, sweet and deep and now a little like him. He drifts off without meaning to.

It’s not daylight yet, but his room is lighter. There’s no alarm clock going off next to his head so he looks around, trying to find whatever it is that pulled him out of his warm cocoon.

Bleary vision in the dark, he can barely make out your form jumping quietly into your jeans. He’s peering at you from under the covers, watching you get dressed. You stop mid jump to pick something up, staring at it before padding over to his dresser and tucking it into his mirror. He’s basically awake when you turn to open his door and he quietly asks you where you’re going.

“Jesus fucking Christ you’re gonna give me a heart attack.” You clutch you chest and try to search through the dark for his eyes, finally see him when he pulls the sheets back a bit.��

“Seriously, where are you goin’?”

“It’s almost 5. I figured Wayne was gonna be home soon so I cleaned up the living room and like, I didn’t know if I should hang around?”

“You sleep over here all the time.” He slides a hand out from under the covers to make a grabby hand at you. “He won’t care.”

“Well I mean, I’m not usually naked in your bed dude.”

“Then leave your shirt on.” Eddie doesn’t understand what you’re not understanding. “I mean it, Wayne isn’t gonna care. If anything he’ll be happy I stopped bitching about you.”

“You bitch about me?”

“No, I bitched about not having you. There’s a difference. Now come here, I’m cold.” He lifts the blankets up quick, making a sweeping motion for you to get back in. “Plus, he won’t say anything unless you do. He likes you too much to embarrass you.” You’re out of your jeans again and crawling over him, trying to avoid kneeing him.

“Aww, he likes me?”

“Well I like you too.” You’re barely settled before he’s wrapped around you, leg hitched over your thighs and pinning you down. “What’s that get me?” He’s nosing along your jaw again.

“Depends what you’re looking for.”

“Mm. Concert tickets to see Ozzy in Indy.”

“Oh that’s a big ask.”

“I see. How about a kiss?” He pulls back to smile lazily up at you.

“I can do that.”

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puddle-nerd · 7 months

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Forever

Summary: Quaritch managed to capture more than just Spider and he has ways of making you talk.

Prompt 11 (Restraints) for my submission for LunasKinktober2023

So, in this one, we are going to switch between Na’vi and English. To differentiate between the two, I’ve decided to mark all Na’vi language in green italics and with a ~ at either end of whatever is being said. If I miss one or two, please let me know and I’ll edit it accordingly.

Na’vi Translation:

Tawtute – human | Sky Person

Tewng – loincloth

Tsaheylu – a bond or neural connection

Vonvä’ – butthole | asshole | dickhead (!HIGHLY ABUSIVE AND VULGAR!)

Vrrtep – demon

Story Tags: No use of y/n, Female Reader, Restraints, Extremely Dubious Consent, Rape/Non-Consensual, Loss of Virginity, Dry Humping, P in V, Vaginal Sex, Forced Bonding, Forced Mating, Creampie

Part 2

You struggled against the thick, plastic restraints keeping your thin arms above your head within the cell, whimpering and whining and hissing as your struggled in vain to free yourself, all because you’d pissed off a couple of the Recombinants and so they had rewarded you with this added insult to injury of being captured in the first place. Biting at the orange plastic proved useless and made both your shoulders and your jaw ache something fierce. Giving out an infuriated scream, you slumped, eyes burning at the helplessness of your situation. In some other cell, Spider was being held because the Tawtute keeping them captive decided it was safer for them to be apart than together. That left you with struggling to escape your bindings and desperately wishing that you were back in the Halleluiah mountains at High Camp with your family and your tribe. Instead, you had had the bright idea to go along exploring with Lo’ak and Spider and Kiri and Tuk. You were here because a weapon’s blast had sent you and Spider rolling down a hill and into the hands of the RDA Recombinants. And instead of saving your from them, you had been left behind as collateral damage, as JakeSully would say.

The sliding doors across the cell slid open with a metallic whoosh and a tall blue vrrtep stepped inside, bedecked from head to toe in strange, alien, tawtute gear that seemed oddly dark and constricting. What was even weirder was the close-cropped back hair. And he was bigger, maybe even bigger than JakeSully was, and maybe even handsome in a certain light. But you’d never admit that. Not out loud, at least.

Instantly you hissed at him, ears pressed back and baring your teeth in a furious warning, tail lashing back and forth in your rage.

Instead of backing down, the Recombinant smirked widely, his golden gaze drifted over your form in such a way that made you shiver. There was something in his leer that set your teeth on edge, something intense and attentive and… and voraciously hungry. She felt… she felt like prey. And it caused you to shiver.

But you weren’t sure if it was caused by fear or not.

“Y’know,” the vrrtep said in English, stalking towards you, “with the kid you call Spider, I had a kind o’ family approach to actually get some information out o’ him. But with you… well, yer a Native, aren’cha? There ain’t no way you and I share an ounce of DNA, now, is there?”

You hissed at him again, adding in your Native language, “~We might not be related but come closer and I’ll kill you, vonvä’.~”

The Recombinant shook his head. “Now, unfortunately I didn’t understand a lick of that gibber jabber you’re spewin’ but I do distinctly remember you speakin’ in English, tellin’ Spider to ‘shut up’ so I gotta figure you know more English than you’re lettin’ on. And I got a couple of ways to loosen that tongue of yours. One’s gonna be more fun, though.” He took another step forward and paused, breathing in through his nose deeply and scenting her. A brow raised and he smirked even wider, adding on, “Well, I’ll be damned. You’re smellin’ so good, sweetheart.” One of his strange five fingered hand came down to cup his groin suggestively, obscenely squeezing the bulge beginning to press against the front of his tight trousers. You suddenly realized just how bad your predicament was, your eyes widening, jaw going slack. “Oh, yeah, sweetheart,” the vrrtep chuckled lasciviously, “yer scent and that outfit you’re wearin’ is gettin’ me nice and hard.”

“~Don’t touch me, vonvä’!~” you snarled at him, before switching to English. “No! Go away!”

“Ah, so you do speak English,” the Recombinant grinned. “Now we’re gettin’ somewhere.” His golden gaze traveled over her form, landing on your barely covered breasts and he reached for his belt. The second you saw him pull out a knife, you struggled even more, kicking at him and trying to whip him with your tail. Nothing you did stopped him from cutting the neck string of your chest covering or him pulling it away to reveal your naked upper body.

He tossed it away haphazardly, his golden eyes darkening as her body in. “Fuck you,” you snarled in English.

The vrrtep licked his sharp teeth, chuckling as he put his knife back, “Now that’s one of the ideas… but gotta warm you up to it first. I like my women warm… and wet when I sink m’self in ‘em. I’mma make you beg for it.”

Overwhelmed by the threat, you snarled at him only for it to melt into a high-pitched whimper as he grabbed at your thighs with his strange, too-many-fingered hands and lifted your legs to his waist, settling your weight onto his hips and the front of his crotch to snuggle into the apex of your thighs. You could feel the massive bulge tenting his trousers pressing tightly against your thinly covered cunt, guarded only by the two thin layers of your tewng. Then, he let go of one of your thighs and grabbed your jaw, twisting your head sharply to the side. You couldn’t fight the firm grip he had on your chin and had to submit to him leaning in and scenting your neck. Then he kissed her throat, running his mouth up and down the blue column, marking the soft blue skin between bites and harsh suckling, determined to leave at least a couple of hickies.

You whined, your body starting to warm, just like the Recombinant had threatened you with and you couldn’t seem to stop the whimpers from sliding out of your mouth, every breath catching in your throat as heat began to swoop low in your belly. You didn’t even realize you had shifted further into his hold until you felt your back arch, your pelvis grinding down onto the bulge in his trousers, the firm shaft of him creating delicious friction between her legs.

The vrrtep chuckled, gripping your leg tighter and pressing against you harder. “That’s it, sweetheart. You’re beginnin’ to want it, aren’cha?”

You refused to answer, squeezing your eyes shut.

The Recombinant released your jaw to grab your other hip and shifted you over his cock again, testing the friction he could create in the current position as he dry-humped you, grunting audibly and studying your face for the micro-expressions that gave away your reactions to the pleasure he was forcing you to feel. You couldn’t stop gasping and mewling with each shift of his hips against where a hot wetness was building up on the inside of your tewng, squirming weakly in his grasp while squeezing his sides with your thighs. He chuckled, gritting his teeth as pleasure pooled inside of you both.

“Yeah, baby, I got wha’chu need.” You whined.

And then your eyes snapped open as he lowered your legs from his waist. He laughed outright at seeing your blush staining your cheeks, at hearing you whine of protest, and stepped back enough to reach out to your tewng, this time, finding the ties on the sides and undoing them. “~No! Demon, no!~” You shouted in Na’vi, fear of what this would mean renewing within you. “~You’re not of The People! We cannot mate! No!~” But he was dropping your last bit of clothing away and reaching for his belt. You couldn’t help but watch helplessly as he swiftly unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers with haste, shoving them down his ass and thighs as if he couldn’t wait to bury himself inside of her. You let out a high-pitched whine as his cock jutted up as soon as it was free of its confinement, firm and full and ready to fuck you. You’d seen Na’vi cock before as your village wasn’t shy when it came to their bodies. However, since you were unmated, you’d never seen one in any state of arousal before.

And this vrrtep was apparently hung.

His cock was such a pretty shade of jewel blue, all patterned with azure stripes and dotted with a couple of bioluminescent white freckles. Veiny, little ridges and nubs decorated all along each stripe upon the thickening shaft. The foreskin, however, was a lighter blue and had started to pull back from the pink tip to reveal a delicate little trickle of pearlescent precum tinged silvery blue. “I can smell you, sweetheart,” the Recombinant spoke up as he stroked himself languidly with his large veiny hands, forcing you to tear your gaze away from the monster he was going to try to slide inside of you. “I can smell you want this, baby. And who am I to deny you? All you gotta do to ride me is beg me. Say, ‘Miles, I want you to fuck me’ nice and loud and clear.”

You shook your head and turned your gaze away but you couldn’t stop the slick from trickling out from between your thighs. “Not one of The People,” you whimpered. “Cannot mate. Cannot make tsaheylu.”

“Sah-hey-loo? What’s that?” he demanded. You shook your head, burying your face into your arm. “Alright then, I guess I’ll just have to figure it out after I fuck you.” You shouted and struggled but he shuffled forward, grabbing your thighs once again and positing himself at the apex, his cock nestling between your mound and his. “Fuck, sweetheart, you’re slick, aren’cha? You want this.” You shook your head. “Yeah, you do. Can’t lie when I can feel how wet you are. Just say it, baby. Say ‘Miles, I want you to fuck me’ and I’ll make you feel so good.”

“No,” you whined, shaking your head. Only to whimper as he lifted your hips up, dragging your cunt up the length of his cock, teasing you with his firm shaft but not yet putting it in. “No… cannot.”

“Say it, honey. Say ‘Miles, I want you to fuck me’.” The vrrtep thrust his bare cock against your pussy lips, growling in delight at the raw friction, his foreskin tugging with each roll of his hips, his leaking precum and your slick aiding in the movements. “Say it, baby, and this’ll feel even better.” You couldn’t stop the mewling escaping your throat through clenched his teeth with each grinding thrust between your pussy lips. “Say it!”

“Fuck,” you gasped, a tear leaking from your eye as you gave in. “Mylos… I want… I… fuck me…” Your accent garbled his name but it was just enough for him.

Miles lifted your hips to line your cunt up with the head of his uncircumcised penis and slowly pushed against your entrance. With an animalistic snarl, he flexed his hips and bullied his way inside of your depths, reveling in the cry that ripped from your throat as your untouched pussy stretched for the first penetrating thrust. The walls of your channel squeezed reflexively around the near painful stretch made by his forceful invasion of your body. His massive girth was difficult to adjust to, the stinging pinch causing you to whine in discomfort as he shoved himself deeper and deeper inside.

“Fuuuck, baby, so fuckin’ tight,” The Recombinant moaned, burying his face into your neck. “Try t’ relax a’li’le, sweetheart. Jus’ relax.”

He kissed at your neck, nuzzling and nipping at the bruises he had already left behind upon your skin as you tried to ease your muscles but it hurt. “~Oh, Eywa… it hurts,~ My-los,” you whimpered in your native tongue, hissing as the pain in your shoulders made itself known again.

“I know, baby, I know,” The vrrtep hummed, rubbing his nose over the silk of your cheek. “Doin’ so good f’me. I can feel you relaxin’. It’s gonna start feelin’ really good soon. Have you sobbin’ and beggin’ f’more.”

Miles’s mouth suddenly claimed your own in a demanding kiss, smothering your scream as he used your loosening muscles to shove the last bit of his cock home inside of your depths, his pelvis flush with yours. His more human-like testicle sack rested heavily against your taint in an odd, alien way, full to bursting with silvery blue bioluminescent cum, ready to be poured into your channel. His balls pulsed as he plundered your mouth, exploring every inch with his tongue and stroking your teeth with his tongue. He only withdrew from you when you both finally needed to part for air, a string of saliva connecting your swollen lips to his.

You didn’t want this.

You didn’t.

And yet… when the Recombinant slid out a little bit, only to roll his hips slowly back inside of you, the most delicious of friction skittered like an insect up your spine in the most satisfying of ways, causing you to cry out. Tears began to trickly out of your golden eyes. However, he either ignored the crystal liquid spilling down your cheeks or he was too busy increasing his pace to create a steady, rapid rhythm. You gasped as you felt the coil tightening inside you. His pace increased and the sound of his thrusts squelched wetly through the air. You could feel yourself beginning to clench down upon him as your pleasure continued to increase, the pressure building. You bit down on your bicep to try to force yourself to feel something else. Anything else.

This he noticed.

“Ah, don’t do that, sweetheart,” Miles snarled out through gritted teeth, shoving himself roughly and sloppily into you, now. He released one of your legs and grabbed your chin again, forcing his lips back onto yours, licking his tongue deep into your mouth. He hummed and then pulled back with a hiss. “Fuck, baby… Got me so close. Gonna cum in this pussy. Ready, baby? Ready for daddy’s cum?”

“No,” you whined, shaking your head. “No… please…”

You wanted to feel the pleasure.

You didn’t want it to be him.

You didn’t want it like this.

The vrrtep crashed into you like an earthquake, his breathing increasing as his rhythm faltered further, plunging wetly into your depths even more loudly, his balls smacking against your taint with each shove of his cock, pushing his cock inside of you deeper, deep until he pushed in firmly one last time, burying himself in to the hilt and –

“Ohhh, fuck, fuck, fuuuck, yeah baby!”

You squeezed your eyes shut as an indescribable feeling rushed through your veins and made you feel like you were free-falling from the back of your ikran, exhilarating and wild, as you felt him pouring his hot cum deep inside of you, wishing you could drown out the long, loud, lewd moan he released from his throat. His seed coated your fluttering walls as you screamed silently, surrendering reluctantly to the mindless abyss of bliss. He continued to fill her, his balls drawing up and contracting as his pleasure boiled over to rocket his seed in thick ropes deep into her depths until she was full to bursting from the amount of spunk he released. Miles groaned once more, his movements coming to a stop, sighing in contentment before he slowly eased his slick, flaccid cock out before it shrank back into its sheath, , smirking as he watched his silvery blue cum dribbling out of her in thick globs, pooling messily by her bare feet. “Hehe… I filled you up nice and good, baby, didn’t I?” the Recombinant chuckled. He stepped back, pulling up his trousers settling them about his waist without securing them so you could see the stain of your slick upon his pelvis when you glanced his way.

“Now… what’s sah-hey-loo, sweetheart?”

You shook your head, skimming your gaze over his neural queue as he regarded you carefully. Unfortunately, he saw your quick glance and raised a brow. He stepped back towards you and licked at his teeth before reaching over your shoulder and grabbing at your braid and bringing it over your shoulder.

“No! No! Cannot!” you cried out, trying to pull away from him only for your feet to slip in the puddle on the metal floor, sliding your naked body closer to him, instead. “Please!”

Miles smirked, grabbing his own braid and brought it between them, holding up the ends to reveal the pink tendrils on each end of the two queues. His golden eyes met your and brought the ends together, the tendrils reaching for each other. “This makes you mine, don’t it, sweetheart? That’s what sah-hey-loo is, ain’t it?” You hissed at him, trying to jerk back, only to whimper in pain as your neural queue burned sharply. He growled in satisfaction as the wisps slowly entwined, twisting around each other, becoming one and uniting the two of them as life mates.

Forever.

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Originally Posted: 11 October 2023

Word Count: 2,797

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