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— promiscous
♱ character: eddie munson
♱ synposis: things eddie would do if he was ur bf, fwb, or anything! but he’s a perv like… all the time…
♱ cw: vulgar language use, sexual activity, afab reader
♱ a/n: this is gonna be a series! i’m gonna be doing it with diff st teens hehe even the gals <3 let me know if you’d enjoy that pls! oh and request if u want :3

perv eddie as your boyfriend that keeps his hand under your skirt when you’re out, sitting next to each other. the tips of his fingers grazing your panties.
perv eddie that loves to watch you sleep and thinks about how pretty you’d sound if he played with your body while you’re asleep.
perv eddie that hates it when you wear sets under your clothes when he didn’t tell you to. he wants you to only be pretty for him in the bedroom.
perv eddie that deals with you and when you were short on money, he offered another way to pay him.
perv eddie as your friend that hypothetically invites you to skinny dip with him, his dick hardening when you said you would. when he went home, he looked through his magazines and jerked off to the one that looked like you the most.
perv eddie that keeps your underwear under his pillow. he stole it when you slept over, and while you didn’t even notice it was gone, he was up at night wrapping it around his length and whimpering out your name.
perv eddie as your fwb that makes sure you sit on his lap, especially when there’s people around. everytime you squirm while talking, he shuts his eyes in hopes of not getting a hard on.
perv eddie that films you while he’s fucking you. whenever you’re not around, he plays it to get his sweet release.
perv eddie that knows you get horny when you’re high. he gave you a shotgun kiss which turned into you now on his lap, and his hands on your waist.
perv eddie that tells you he wants to go home and fuck the shit out of you at the most random times.
perv eddie that obviously grips his dick or adjusts himself when you stare at him. he likes the way you look at him, makes him want to eat you up.
perv eddie that asks you to dress in certain ways when you two decide to fuck. he wants his fantasies to be real. can’t blame him!
perv eddie that watches you intently when you walk ‘cause he can see the way your chest moves during every step you take.
perv eddie that squeezes your ass as a way to greet you. you swat his hand away and he smirks in return ‘cause he knows you like it.
perv eddie that tells you “i just love hearing you sing, sweetheart.” whenever you moan from how good he’s fucking you.
perv eddie that hangs around you when you exercise ‘cause he wants to hear those little sounds escale your mouth.
perv eddie that hugs you from behind and cups your tits with his hands. he feels comfortable doing it, you feel comfortable too but you only push him off when he starts fondling them.
perv eddie that loves to watch you at night. his eyes staring intently at your slightly open window, he can hear the moans and whines coming out of you. he’s the only one that knows how perverted you are too, you were letting the whole neighborhood hear you. thankfully eddie had it all to himself.




Let Me Be Your Master
(Bestfriend!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader)

Summary: Eddie’s always been your best friend. And he’s always wanted you. Being roommates with you has just made it even harder to keep his feelings at bay. When he finds a filled out kink survey on your desk, he just can’t resist you anymore. And you can’t resist him either. Wk: 5.8k
Warnings: So there’s going to be a lot of warnings here. Some of these kinks aren’t for everyone and that’s okay. If it makes you uncomfortable or you don’t like it, please just continue to scroll. Heavy dom/sub dynamics, use of the name “master”, degradation, unprotected sex, slapping, choking, spanking, boot worship, blood kink, knife kink, branding, spit kink, orgasm denial, oral (m & f receiving) aftercare, fluff. 18+MDNI!!!
A/N: This one is heavily inspired by the book series The Losers by Harley Loroux. My angel @bimbotrashcan showed them to me and they have infected my mind and penetrated my soul, so this one’s for you baby. Thank you to @babygorewhore @lesservillain & @littlexdeaths for hyping me up on this one, ily.

Eddie didn’t mean to see it, he really didn’t. It’s not his fault that when he went into your room earlier to find a pencil you had a filled out kink list survey sitting on top of your desk, and how could he refuse a little peek? But god, he wished he had refused. Never once in your many years of friendship has Eddie felt weird or awkward around you and now every time he looks at you all he can think about is all the dirty things you’re into. All the dirty things that he wants to do to you.
Not that he hasn’t spent plenty of time fantasizing about you, but knowing exactly what you’re into has made it increase tenfold. All he can think about is fucking you every second of everyday and something’s gotta give because he can’t keep going on much longer without gripping you by the hips and bending you over every surface of your shared apartment. He’s been kind of distant from you all week and he knows it’s only a matter of time before you ask him what’s up.

Eddie has been acting super weird all week and you aren’t sure why. It was like he seemed almost… nervous around you. Which was completely out of character. He’s never been awkward with you a single day in your fourteen years of friendship so you’ve been wracking your brain trying to figure it out, but you kept coming up short. That was until he walked in your room last night to bring back your pencil.
Eddie has been stealing your pencils and pens since the dawn of time and he’s never once returned one. Even when he took the cute ones you insisted he give back, that man could not keep track of stationary, or really anything, to save his life. So when he shuffled in your room awkwardly scratching the back of his neck while he held out your pencil you didn’t miss the way his eyes shifted over to your desk. It was brief. But you saw it, and that’s when it all clicked.
You followed his gaze and realized exactly what he was looking at. You had filled out a kink list last week with Robin, just for shits and giggles and you definitely got more giggles out of it than she did. The way her jaw dropped each time you rated a kink she didn’t even know existed a five out of five was more entertaining than the list itself. You left it on your desk next to your laptop and then completely forgot about it. Eddie panicked when he saw you look over your shoulder, throwing the pencil on your bed and rushing out of the room under the guise of needing to go pee.
But you know him, you know he saw it and you know it’s getting into his head. Is he judging you for all the shit you’re into? Or is he thinking about doing those things with you and he’s too scared to say it? You really hoped it was the latter. So you concocted a plan, and tonight you were going to put it into action. Hopefully the risk will be greater than the reward.

Eddie was on the verge of losing it. He’s managed to avoid you as much as possible this week but it’s Sunday, and the two of you always spend the night in, smoking and binge watching movies, maybe ordering some food if you’re too lazy to cook. These are the days you’re closest to him. The two of you have always been touchy, kissing each other's cheeks or foreheads, holding hands, cuddling. But on Sundays? That was a guaranteed cuddle sesh. You always cozied up to him on the couch after you both brought all of your pillows and blankets from your beds to make it all cozy.
Usually he can manage. He pops a boner that he has to subtly hide every once in a while and there’s this one pair of shorts you wear around the house that his cock doesn’t seem to get the message about. But he’s pretty much got being close to you without being completely horny out of his mind down to a science. Tonight though? He doesn’t know how he can have you in his arms without thinking about that list. About how you wanted to be totally dominated. Spanked. Choked. Slapped. Chased. You wanted your mouth spit in and you wanted to be tied up and completely at someone’s mercy. There was something about boot worship and he’s particularly stuck on knife kink and branding.
Eddie knows you’re not a prude, you've had a decent amount of sexual partners, along with a few short term boyfriends but he had no idea you were into all of that. All the things he’s into. He wonders how many of the things on that list you’ve done, and with who. Jealousy rears its ugly head every time he thinks about someone else doing those things to you, or even touching you for that matter and it makes him want to tie you up and keep you for himself forever. He’s not sure how long he can handle being close to you tonight without just finally pinning you down and fucking the shit out of you like he’s always wanted to.

You and Eddie were three joints and two movies into your Sunday movie night when you decided to put your plan into action. You shift from your position on the opposite side of the couch from him and slot yourself between his lazily spread legs, laying back against his chest so you can still see the tv. You wiggle a little extra to get yourself “comfortable”, making sure your ass brushes against his cock a little before you settle in your new spot. To your surprise, and pleasure, Eddie is already half hard and it has a smirk spreading across your lips. He shifts underneath you before resting his hand on your lower thigh while he continues to causally watch the movie and his touch ignites a fire inside of you.
“You comfortable?” Eddie chuckles and you feel his chest vibrate against your back but you can tell there’s a nervous edge in his voice.
“Mhm. Very.” You hum as you snuggle into him deeper, your ass practically grinding down on his cock as you do. He exhales deeply through his nose and his breath brushes across your skin from how close he is. God you want him so bad. You wish he would just hold you down and fuck you.
The two of you lay there in silence for a bit, both of you pretending to be invested in the second Saw movie when in reality all you can think about is ripping each other's clothes off. As time goes on you feel Eddie’s cock start to fully harden against you and you wonder if he’s even trying to hide it at this point. Your hand travels behind so you can twirl the hairs at the nape of his neck between your fingers as a content sigh leaves you.
“Hey, Eddie?”
“Hmm?”
“Can I ask you something?” You turn slightly so you can peek up at him and he’s already looking at you, his chocolate eyes locked on your face.
“Yeah, of course, anything.” His tongue darts out to wet his plump bottom lip as his eyes flick towards your mouth before locking with yours again.
“What are you thinking about?” Your voice comes out soft, barely a whisper. If he wasn’t so close he wouldn’t have heard it. This is it. This is the make or break. He can either be honest and tell you that your list of kinks was playing on his head on repeat like a broken record. Or he can keep doing what he’s always done. Shove it all down. Pretend he only cares about you as a friend. But there’s also no way you don’t feel his raging fucking hard on against your ass, so fuck it.
“You really wanna know?” He looks down at you with an arched brow, his expression inquisitive, like he was giving you an out if you want it. You don’t. You want him.
“Yeah.” You nod slightly before taking your bottom lip between your teeth and god Eddie wants to pull it free and bite into it until it bleeds.
“You.” You give him a look that says you want more of an answer than that so he sighs and decides to just throw caution in the wind.
“I saw that list on your desk. And I can’t stop thinking about it. All the things you’re into.” His hand comes up and cups your jaw, pulling your lip from between your teeth with a pop. “All the things I want to do to you.”
“Yeah?” You let out a shaky breath, your eyes searching his own for any sort of hesitation but all you see is lust and determination.
“Yeah. I didn’t know you were such a little freak.” He chuckles as he slides his thumb down so he’s lightly gripping your jaw as he smirks down at you. “How many of those things have you done, huh?”
“Mmm, a decent amount. But there’s certain ones I’d never do with someone I didn’t trust, ya know? Like I’d want to be an established relationship for things like that, if that makes sense.” You continue to toy with his hair while you give him this look, you’ve never looked at him like that, at least that he knows of. It’s almost like you’re trying to give him a hint without saying the words.
“Yeah, I know what you mean…” Eddie’s eyes roam across your face, the way it looks grasped in his hand is making him crazy and when his eyes travel down to your chest in that tiny little tank top he’s not sure how much longer he can remain in control. His grip on you tightens slightly. “Which ones have you done?”
“Oh, uh - just like the basic ones. Spanking, choking, spit kink, hair pulling, nothing too crazy. I don’t think I’d trust a short term boyfriend to chase me through the woods and I certainly don’t want some one night stand’s initials branded into my skin.” Your hand leaves his hair to rest on his chest and your voice is saccharine when you ask him “What’re you into, Eddie?”
“Fuck, princess. You’re killing me here.” Eddie groans and throws his head back, taking a deep breath to collect himself before meeting your gaze again. “I liked all your answers, if that’s what you’re asking. You’re playing a dangerous game right now…”
“I’ve never minded a little danger…” Your hand clutches onto his shirt causing your pointed nails to press into his skin as you grind down on him.
“You sure you want this?” Eddie pulls your face so it’s inches from his own, his breath fanning out across your lips. He smells like weed and gummy bears and it makes you want to shove your tongue in his mouth and taste every inch of him. “Because once I start with you, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop.”
“I’m sure, Eddie.” He runs his calloused thumb across your bottom lip as he looks down at you, admiring you. You’re so beautiful that it makes him want to protect you at all costs but also ruin you until you’re nothing but a whining, writhing, mess, pliant and obedient beneath him.
“So, you’re ready to give up control to me? Let me shut that brain off for you?” The more Eddie thinks about it, the more it makes sense that you’d want something like this. You were constantly taking care of everyone. Constantly worrying. Always pushing yourself until you were exhausted and yet you still kept going. You were a bit of a control freak if he was being honest. He loved that about you though, you’ve always kept him in line. He never would’ve graduated or made it this far if it wasn’t for you. So he’s happy to be the one to take control for you, to quiet your brain. “Let me be your master?”
Those words have you clenching your thighs as a shaky breath leaves you. You look up at him with shining eyes, like he just offered you the world before flicking your tongue out to lightly graze it over his thumb.
“Yes. Please.” Eddie hums and leans down to connect your lips with his. Kissing him is like an electric shock going through your whole body. You’ve dreamt about this for so long. His lips feel plush against your own, mostly soft with the slightest bit of chappedness in the middle. They felt perfect. He kisses you tenderly at first but it quickly becomes heated, his hands pawing over any inch of you they could reach. He pulls away, cupping your jaw as he connects your lips in a final kiss before untangling himself from you and getting off the couch. He heads toward the door and you immediately start to panic, did things go too far? Was he backing out?
“Eddie, where are you going?” You look up at him with worry painted on your face and Eddie can’t help but bend down and kiss you again.
“Patience, Angel.” Angel. Eddie’s always called you that, his guardian angel. But this feels different than from any other time he’s said it, it sounded authoritative, final, like there was no room for arguing. So you stayed in your spot, watching him with curious eyes. He walks over to the shoe rack by the door and grabs his boots before returning to the couch so he can pull them on. Once they’re laced, he turns toward you, his expression borderline serious. “Now, before we do this, do you know the traffic light system?”
“Yup. Green means all good. Yellow means slow down. Red means stop.” Eddie smirks down at you tauntingly, it’s almost condescending the way he’s looking at you, like he knows everything and you know nothing. It makes you even wetter than you already are.
“Good. I’m not stopping unless you call the safe word, understood?” He leans toward you, running his nose along the column of your throat before leaving gentle, wet, kisses there.
“Yes. I understand.” You nod, a small gasp leaving you when you feel Eddie’s teeth clamp down on your neck, hard. He pulls back from you and grabs onto your throat with his large, ringed hand.
“Yes, what?” He smirks at you deviously before squeezing the sides of your throat, pulling a moan from your lips.
“Yes, master.” Eddie’s free hand grips onto your face, squeezing your cheeks together as he shakes your head from side to side, that taunting grin never leaving his face.
“That’s it, that’s my good girl.” You squirm in your seat at that, shifting your hips in search of any kind of friction against your already throbbing clit. “Now be a good little slut and come sit in your master’s lap.”
You shift so you’re sitting on Eddie’s lap with your back against his chest, he leans down to bury his face in your neck, inhaling your sweet scene before he latches onto your throat and starts to roughly suck on your skin. He keeps going as his hands grip onto your tits, pinching your nipples between his fingers through your thin top and he doesn’t stop until it’s sure to leave a mark. He does it again, and again, painting your neck in pretty purple bruises.
“You’re so beautiful.” Eddie kisses over your swollen skin and then sinks his teeth down into your flesh again causing you to yelp. “I can’t wait to break you.”
He uses his knees to press your legs apart while his hand presses on your lower back until you’re dangling over his lap with your head hanging off the couch. It makes your back arch, giving Eddie the perfect view of your ass practically swallowing those tiny sleep shorts. The tiny sleep shorts.
“”Fucking look at you.” He grips onto your ass, his calloused fingertips and soft palms kneading at your skin, his rings leaving delicious little pinches in their wake. “These shorts drive me goddamn insane, do you have any idea how hard it is to watch you walk around in these without bending you over the nearest surface and shoving my cock inside you?”
Eddie’s thumb grazes over your cloth covered pussy and you’re so worked up that you can’t help but moan. He presses down on your clit, rubbing a few quick circles on it before pulling his hand away. Your whine at the loss quickly turns into a yelp when his hand comes down hard on your ass. Your body jolts forward at the impact and you barely have time to process before he’s spanking you again. And again. And again.
“Say, ‘thank you master’.” Eddie rubs his hands over your irritated skin before spanking you again.
“Thank you, master.” He gives you another before you feel his fingers lace through the band of your shorts.
“I think they’ve tormented me long enough, don’t you?” You don’t even get to ask what he means because seconds later you hear a tearing sound as he rips the shorts in half. “No panties? Naughty girl.”
He yanks the remaining fabric down your legs, leaving you exposed to him. He grips onto your ass again, spreading you apart. You're so wet you can hear it as Eddie pulls you open and closed for him. Marveling at the sight before him. “You’re so fuckin wet for me. You ready for more?”
“Yes, master.” He spanks you again, the sting harder than before as it comes down on your bare skin. “Thank you, master.”
“Oh, you’re a quick learner.” Eddie spanks you so many times you lose count and you thank him for each and every one. It’s so good, it’s just what you’ve been craving as the pain he administers causes your head to grow fuzzy. You feel his fingers run through your slick pussy lips before he’s thrusting two of them knuckle deep inside you. You cry out as he caresses your g-spot and uses his thumb to rub circles on your clit. You feel yourself getting close embarrassingly fast.
“Oh, I’m gonna cum.” Drool falls from your mouth and your pussy clenches around his digits you’re just about to fall over the edge when he pulls them from you, landing the hardest spank yet on your ass in the same motion.
“You cum, when I say you get to cum.” Eddie shifts beneath you and throws his leg over your head and before you can fully realize what’s happening the bottom of his boot is being pressed to the top of your head. He pins your head to the side of the couch as he continues to spank you and you feel like you could cum from just this. “You wanna cum? Get on your knees, angel.”
Both of his hands come down in your ass a final time before he rubs it soothingly. Eddie grips your hips to push you up and you stand on shaky feet for a moment before turning to kneel in front of him. You look up at him with glassy eyes, your hair is dissolved and there’s still drool on the corner of your mouth. Eddie thinks you’ve never looked more beautiful.
“Not like that.” He taps the tip of his boot against the carpet, motioning his head toward it. “Sit on it.”
You scoot forward on your knees until your dripping folds are hovered over the leather before lowering yourself down onto his foot. It’s cold against your skin, a little rough from wear but overall pretty smooth. He tilts his foot upward and the pressure against your pussy makes your eyes roll back. Eddie grips your jaw roughly, shaking your head as if it would roll your eyes back in place.
“Look at me. Don’t take your eyes off me, understand?” He leans down so his face is inches from yours and when you gently agree he smiles, releasing your face before leaning back and putting his arms along the back of the couch. “Take your shirt off.”
You pull your shirt over your head and your tits fall free, Eddie takes a moment to take you in. Fully naked, the tits he’s longed to see for as long as he can remember sitting perfectly in front of him as you mount his boot, looking up at him like you’re waiting for him to give you his next instruction. He’s never seen anything more fucking perfect. He licks his lips, gaining his composure as his look of awe turns authoritative. He tilts his foot again and it takes everything in you to not just start grinding down without his permission.
“Be a good little slut for me and hump my boot till you cum.” You wrap your arms around his leg as you begin to grind down, your wetness making it so your pussy glides with ease. It feels so good, it’s fucking humiliating in the best way.
It doesn’t hurt that Eddie looks so fucking hot. His hair is disheveled from you tugging on it when he kissed you, he’s only wearing a black tank top and it shows off the ink adorned his arms. He’s added so many you’ve lost count and his arms have gotten more toned in the last few years, his chest more broad as the shirt sits taunt on his chest. It shows off his nipple piercings and you can’t help but notice the outline of his cock in those plaid pajama pants. The fact that he was wearing his boots with it was making you crazy, this is the exact outfit he usually wears to smoke his morning cigarette and it makes you want to jump him every time. Your pace speeds up as your eyes devour him, the leather now slick with your juices as you fuck yourself on it like a rabbit in heat.
“That’s it, baby, I wanna see you fall apart for me.” The new pet name plays in your head like a mantra with each thrust of your hips. One of your hands glides up his thigh so you can palm him through the fabric of his pants. He lets out a low groan before lacing his fingers through your hair. “You wanna touch me? Use your words.”
“Please master, can I please suck your cock?” Eddie reaches for the band of his pants and pushes them down his hips and when his cock springs free your jaw actually drops. You knew Eddie was big, you could see in the outline of those slutty jeans he wears and the even sluttier sweats he wears around the house low on his hips. He even walks around in his underwear sometimes. But he’s even bigger than you thought and his cock is fucking pierced. “Holy fuck. No underwear? Who's the slut now?”
“Hey.” Eddie tugs your hair even header, wrenching your head back before his large hand strikes your cheek. You moan loudly because god that felt so good. You want him to hit you again. “Don’t get an attitude with me, I won’t hesitate to throw you back over my knee. Keep grinding.”
“Oh fuck.” He slaps you again before taking his cock in his hand so he can to jerk himself slowly, spreading the precum that had gathered at his tip around as lube.
“Open your mouth.” You oblige him, sticking your tongue out for good measure. He smirks before leaning down to spit on it. “Don’t swallow it.”
Eddie uses his grip on your hair to pull your head down onto his cock and you wrap your lips around him. You run your tongue along his shaft, gliding it across the metal of his piercing as he pulls back slowly so only his tip remains in your mouth before he slams into the back of your throat. He bobs your head up and down and the sounds leaving him have your pussy clenching around nothing while you continue to fuck yourself on his boot.
“You gonna cum for me? I told you to look me in the eyes.” Eddie taps your cheek roughly and your eyes snap towards his face, meeting his own. His hips start to rise off the couch as he thrusts into your throat and when your clit grazes slightly over his laces it sends you over the edge. Your legs lock around him as pleasure washes over you. Eddie keeps fucking your mouth until he’s sure you’re done cumming and then he pulls your head off of him, drool dripping down your chin and connecting your mouth to his tip. “Such a good fucking girl. My good girl.”
Eddie offers his hands to help you up and the minute you’re on your feet he’s flipping you onto your back on the couch. He leans over you and practically devours your mouth with his own. His tongue swirls around yours, savoring the taste of himself on your tongue. He looks down at you writhing and naked for him as he bites his lip so hard he feels like he’s going to break the skin.
“So prefect, such a perfect little fuck toy for me, angel.” Eddie’s fingers glide through your dripping folds, he gathers your wetness before rubbing tight circles on your sensitive clit. He leaves sloppy kisses on your bruised neck and across your collar bones. He kisses down your chest, stopping to suck each of your nipples into his mouth. His lips leave a trail down your body until he’s hovering above your pussy with his warm breath fanning against your skin. “I’m going to fucking devour this pussy.”
He shoves his face between your legs and licks a long stripe along your slit before twirling his tongue around your clit. You feel his teeth pinch down on your sensitive bud and your back arches from the delicious sting before its melting into pleasure when he wraps his lips around you and sucks.
“Oh fuck! Yes, yes, yes. Yeah, that’s so good, Eddie.” You whine as your fingers fly to his messy mane and tug. He leans back, landing a smack on your abused pussy.
“Uh-uh, remember your manners, darling. That feels so good, who?” Eddie smacks your pussy again and it has your eyes rolling to the back of your skull which only causes him to hit you with another. “Look at me when you say it.”
“Fuck, master, you feels so good. Please.” You give him a pleading look and Eddie smirks at you before reattaching his mouth to your clit and sucking hard. It takes everything in you to keep your eyes locked on his as he inserts two fingers inside you, immediately caressing your g-spot. His tongue swirls around your clit as he pumps his digits in and it has your walls pulsing around him. “Can I cum, please can I cum?”
“Yeah baby, give it to me.” Eddie mumbles against your pussy before doubling down his efforts and it has you coming undone for him in seconds. You squirm in his hold but his hands pin you to the couch as he licks you through your orgasm. But he doesn’t stop when you come down, he just keeps going until he feels you coming for him again.
“Oh my god! Fuck!” He doesn’t stop until you cum on his tongue three times, finally unlatching himself from you he pushes himself up on his knees with his chin covered in your juices. He tongue darts out to lick his lips with a moan, as if he’s savoring your taste.
“You taste so fucking sweet, baby.” There it is again, baby. You don’t even realize you’re whining until Eddie smiles down at you as he tuts. “So desperate for me, huh?”
“Yes. I want you to fuck the shit out of me.” Eddie chuckles lightly, that goofy smile you’ve seen a thousand times stretching across his lips.
“Well, I’m gonna. But… I wanted to try one more thing with you first.” He runs his hands down your body, stopping to cup your sopping wet cunt before reaching into the pocket of his pajamas that still hung under his ass. He pulls out the switchblade he keeps on him with a devious look on his face. He must’ve grabbed it when he got his boots without you noticing. “You wanna play with this?”
“Fuck yes, I do.” You’re breathless, overwhelmed by the fact that your best friend is single handedly fulfilling some of your biggest fantasies all in one sitting. You feel like you’re dreaming.
“Yeah? What’s your color, Angel?” God you love him. It almost slips out but you stop yourself at the last second.
“So fucking green, baby.” You smile at him widely and it’s his turn to feel a little flustered over the new pet name leaving your lips. God he loves you. He clicks the knife open and it releases from the handle, the light of the tv still buzzing in the background reflecting off of it.
“Stay still.” He uses the blade to gently push your hair out of the way so he can run it down your cheek. Your breath picks up, it's cold against your skin but god it feels so good when he continues to glide it down your body. He circles the tip around your pert nipples before caressing your stomach with it. “What do you want?”
“I want you to mark me.” Eddie’s eyes widen in surprise, he thought maybe you’d just want him to hold it to your throat or fuck you with the handle but you want him to cut you, leave his mark on you. And that makes him feel fucking insane as his cock twitches at the thought.
“Are you sure?” He traces the stick and poke heart he gave you years ago on your hip with the blade before looking up at you questioningly.
“Yes, master. I’m sure, do it.” You wiggle your hips upward causing his cock ring to graze your clit and it makes you both groan.
“Oh, angel, I don’t think you know what you’re asking…” the knife slides up your body again, tracing your lips. “Once I leave my mark on you, how will I ever let you go?”
“Don’t. I don’t want you to.” You flick your tongue out and run it across the length of the blade and Eddie can’t resist you anymore, he grabs onto his cock and slams it inside you in one thrust. It nearly knocks the wind out of you. It feels so good. He doesn’t move though, his hips flush against yours and stays there. He’s so deep and and the bar in his cock feels so fucking good nestled inside your walls.
“If I’m going to mark you, I’m going to do it while I’m balls deep inside of you.” He rolls his hips a few times before leaning back with the knife gripped in his hand. He continues to run the blade feather light across your skin and it has your walls clenching around him. “You really like this, huh? My little fucking freak.”
“Please.” Eddie presses the tip of the blade a little harder into your hip, right in the middle of that little heart. He’s glad he just sharpened this knife yesterday because when he pulls it through your skin, breaking it for the first time, it glides through with ease. “Fuck. More.”
“I’ve got you, princess. You’re doing so good for me.” Eddie can’t believe this is happening, here you are, his dream girl, practically begging him to brand her. He feels like he could bust inside you from the thought alone. He continues his work, carefully and skillfully. The sting combined with how good he’s filling you up is like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. Its pleasure, its pain, its devotion. Its fucking perfect.
When he’s satisfied with his work, he tosses the knife aside and leans back to admire it for a moment before dipping his head down to lick the blood from the cuts. His warm tongue soothes your stinging skin. He pushes himself up to kiss you and it’s fucking filthy in the best way. The blood on his tongue floods your senses, mixed with the lingering taste of your juices, weed, and something that is just so uniquely Eddie. He braces his hands on either side of your head as he starts to fuck into you at a brutal pace.
“You’re so fucking perfect. My fucking dream girl.” Eddie growls into your neck, his cock filling you up deliciously and his words play like a symphony in your head. His dream girl. One of his hands slides between you to rub your clit and ecstasy washes over you.
“Fuck! I love you Eddie, I love you.” He continues to thrust into you with reckless abandon as he pulls his head from your neck so he can look at you. He wraps his hand around your throat as he smiles widely at you.
“Yeah? Well I fucking love you too.” Each word is punctuated with a harder thrust than the last and then he’s spilling inside you. Eddie pumps you full of his cum before taking your face in his hands and kissing you like his life depends on it. After a few moments he pulls out of you and gathers you in his arms, pulling you to lay down on his chest. “I mean it, you know?”
“Huh?” You look at him glassy eyed, your brain is fuzzy and your body feels light. This is exactly what you’ve been craving. With the exact person you’ve been craving for as long as you can remember.
“I really do love you.” Eddie runs his thumb across the apple of your cheek, smiling down at you like you just gave him the world. Because you did. You are his world.
“That’s funny, because I really love you.” You giggle and nuzzle into his hand, burrowing yourself deeper into his side.
“Well, that’s good. Since you’ve got my name on you forever now and all.” Eddie chuckles as he reaches down to gently trace the cuts on your hip. You follow his gaze and sure enough, right in the middle of the little heart ‘E.M.’ is carved. It makes you smile wide, heat rushing all over your body at the prospect of truly being his. “I told you, once I start with you, I’m never stopping.”
“Yeah? Well I don’t want you to.” You kiss him sweetly and Eddie melts into your touch, his lips plush and soft and perfect against yours.
“Good. Let’s get you in a bath and some comfy clothes, yeah? Then we can snuggle up and talk about the rest of the stuff on that list…” Eddie wiggles his eyebrows at you and you playfully smack his chest as you both burst into laughter. You definitely want to do everything on it, with him. Forever.

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joel miller and me
virgin sacrifice



a/n: you guys? hail satan.
summary: you didn’t think in your wildest dreams that Captain and Tennille’s best hits would be blasting over the camp’s speakers while you were running for your life from two nut job serial killers, ones who had already slain what looked like most of the other campers.
warnings: dark!steve harrington x reader x dark!eddie munson, dark content, noncon/dubcon, smut, summer camp au (they are all camp counsellors), slasher au, virgin!reader, very innocent!reader, final girl!reader, established relationship, violence, murder, weapons, blood, devil worship, predator/prey, bondage, knife kink, dirty talk, pussy inspection, oral, fingering, anal
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It was the summer of 1986, right before you were supposed to go off to college and start your real life. It was also the summer when you worked as a counsellor at Camp Nebula, the very summer you fell in love for the first time. The summer when the most popular guy for some reason took notice of you and started calling you his girl.
Now, he was a tad bit more experienced than you and wasn’t shy to show you in ways that you always snuffed out before they could grow into anything uncouth. That’s not how you’d been raised, to lose your virginity in a summer camp’s tool shed, however gobsmacked he made you feel, you just couldn’t take that step.
No one had ever looked at you the way that he did, truly listened to you when you spoke, and even stood up for you, like whenever the camp’s freak would say things to you vulgar enough to render you speechless, your knight in shining armour would step in and save the day.
It was the perfect summer.
Was.
Completely perfect right up till the murders began to happen.
You didn’t think in your wildest dreams that Captain and Tennille’s best hits would be blasting over the camp’s speakers while you were running for your life from two nut job serial killers, ones who had already slain what looked like most of the other campers.
Lungs burning, you sprinted through the dark camp, a flicking lamppost above illuminating the path you raced down, the ground littered with sharp pine needles.
When you made your way to the dining hall, the rotary phone inside, your plan of salvation, turned out to be just as dead as the summer friendships you’d thought would last a lifetime.
“There’s nowhere left for you to run, little lamb!” the petrifying roar from just outside the hall’s walls caused you to jump and scurry into the kitchen, though when you did, your gaze should have been directed in front of you and not over your shoulder as you swiftly crashed into a figure.
A blank mask stared down at you, one of the ones that the kids used for crafts, usually decorating them with an explosion of paint and beads.
Chuckling softly at the way you stumbled back, he playfully uttered, “boo!” raising his hands up to scare you, retroactively flashing you the blade fast in his grip. Half-obscured eyes stilled glued to you, the killer shouted over his shoulder, “found her!” and held the weapon outstretched to keep you where you were.
“Oh, good,” another masked murderer appeared as the back door was swung open, “well then let’s get this show on the road!”
“Please don’t kill me!” you cried as the one keeping you cornered grabbed you.
“Kill you?” one of them laughed, “oh honey, we’re gonna do so much more than just kill you,” before he got out a bundle of rope and gestured to his partner, “get her up on the table.”
Once they’d forced you down upon the cold steel surface and tied you up, they proceeded to reveal something to you that nearly caused your thumping heart to stop.
“…Steve?” you scarcely breathed as one of them plucked off his mask and tossed it onto a counter.
“Surprise,” your summer sweetheart flashed you a smile.
“But–… I’ve been looking for you everywhere all night, you–… you did this?”
“Well, don’t give him all the credit,” the other one peeled off his mask as well.
“Eddie?” you shuttered, “b-but you two hate each other.”
“That’s what we had to make you think so that no one would suspect a thing,” the long-haired rebel wiped some of the bloodstains on his blade clean on the hip of his jeans, “no one would ruin our plan.”
“Y-your plan?”
“Might as well tell her,” Eddie nudged his partner who shifted his grip on the axe heavy in his grasp, “since she has such a big part to play in it.”
“Oh, what the hell, why not,” Steve grinned and pulled over a rickety stool, “you see, there are things, wishes, that both me and Eddie have,” the man you thought you’d loved began to explain, “ambitions that, try as we might, we can’t achieve on our own. So, Eddie here found this old book, this tome, that explained a ritual that could grant us our deepest desires...” he uttered dreamily, “it was really quite simple when it came down to it… first 40 lives and then you.”
“…me?” your voice trembled, “why me? I’m not anyone special, I'm just–”
“Oh no, Y/n, you sweet, sweet dumb girl,” Steve chuckled darkly, “you are the final piece to the puzzle,” he stared directly into your soul, “our perfect little virgin sacrifice.”
Taking a step closer to your strapped-down form, Eddie’s stare danced down your frame, scrapes and dirt still tainting the uniform you’d freshly washed just this morning.
“But you know, the funny thing is, our lord and saviour down in hell has a funny and pretty ancient definition of what a virgin is,” he teasingly ran the flat side of his blade up the length of your leg, smiling as you squirmed, “sure, some things are off limits, but not a lot…,” the tip of his knife dipped under your shorts and sliced them in two. With the configuration that they had bound you in, everything was already embarrassingly on show, though even more so now that all of your clothes were cut off your frame. Completely mesmerised as the last shred left your form, Eddie uttered softly, “oh, this is gonna be so much fun.”
“What are you doing?” you struggled against the robes as Steve rose from his seat.
“It’s a real shame, baby,” his broad hands ran up your inner thigh, “I really did wanna pop your cherry myself, fuck I would have loved that, but I don’t deserve it as much as he does,” his thumbs, creeping up to either side of your core, extended out to wickedly spread you apart, “Satan may get to have your pussy,” you shuttered at the mortifyingly soppy sound that emanated as he briefly ran a finger though your folds, “but this little hole isn’t off limits,” his digit then swept down to draw a feathery circle over your rosebud.
“Nor this one,” Eddie’s hand found your cheeks in a pinch and forced your lips to pucker, “but we might have to do a bit of convincing in order to be able to play up here,” your body stiffened up as the cold edge of his blade then pressed against your throat, “no teeth, or else we won’t make you feel good, won’t give you a little treat before you help us contact the man downstairs.”
“How in the fuck do you think I’ll like any of this?” you spat back at him.
“Uh!” they both laughed and shared a glance before Eddie noted, “I think that might have been the first time I’ve ever heard little miss goody two shoes swear! That’s so cute!”
“Fuck you,” you wept, “you psycho–, oh!” a moan then ripped through your body and surprised you to the very core.
Glancing down between your legs, you saw that Steve was kissing you down there, his lips latched on to the little pearl that always seemed to throb in his presence.
“What was that about you not enjoying this?” his sloppy peck detached in an obscene pop, “because you sure are soaked for someone who doesn’t think it feels good to be played with… we’re gonna make you feel good, so good, your virgin ass couldn’t even fucking dream about it…” the sensation of Eddie’s palm snaked down to squeeze your tit, while Steve brought his broad thumb up to bully your glistening clit, grinning at how your untouched hole clenched around nothing for him, “just look at how fucking messy you are for us… fucking leaking all over the place…” a groan then escaped him as one of his digits dipped down to slowly sink into your tight ass, simply testing the waters before the pair of them utterly obliterated you, “fuck… you almost make me wanna keep you forever and just find a different virgin to take your place…”

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✨ anon request ⟡ “ I am so fucking horny for Michael, he’s vile and disgusting and insane, I am not normal about him. I want him to piss inside me and rub his cock in my face. I want to get him a beer while he manspreads on the couch. I want to cockwarm him while he watches the game. I want him to show me off to his coworkers, but never let them alone with me, because he doesn’t want anyone making a move on his pet. I want him to cover me in hickies, and allow me to give him one visible hickey, as a reward for being so good for him. I NEED THIS NASTY ASS MF SO BAD. ” ⟡ mailbox 💫

And he’s trained you so well. Sitting to wait for him by the door, ready for Daddy to come home. Taking every load he gives, pent up after a long shift, until his balls are fuckin’ empty and you’re begging for more. Flooding his piss in your tight little hole, whenever, wherever… Licking him clean with your devilish tongue, day after day. Such a cute lil’ pup for him to fuck and breed.
You sidle up beside him on the dingy settee, honeyed voice encircling his ear. “Got you a beer, Daddy.”
It’s Friday afternoon, and he’s watching Man City play United, only half listening to what you have to say, accepting the beer to set it aside. You thread your fingers over his strong knuckles, stroking his big, warm hand.
“Daddy?”
He drags the cigarette between his artful lips, stubbing it out in the thrifted ashtray. You gnash your thighs, picturing his wicked tongue dripping into your hole.
“Mm,” he hums, lifting his brows. It’s barely a response.
Tears in your eyes, kneeling naked between his legs, you kiss his hairy thighs and cup his dick in your hand. “Are you mad at me?” You snivel, regarding him with the reverence of a child, your breathing no louder than a whisper.
At last, he looks away from his game, not seeming to mind that he’s missed the tied goal. Michael’s whole stature softens, plush stomach swelling with a sigh. He pats his leg, bulge twitching at the sight of your tits.
“C’mere, birdie,” Michael utters, pulling you onto his lap to hitch your thighs around his waist, and unzips his stiffening crotch. When he slips it inside you — already undressed for him, always ready for his cock — Michael tucks your face over his broad shoulder, rubbing his hand against your back. Callused fingers knead the tip of your spine, their gentle warmth soothing you into subspace.
“No, baby. Daddy’s not mad. Be a good girl and warm me up, yeah?” Michael croons beside your ear, your baby hairs bristling at the sound. “Feels so good, love. So warm.”
“Missed you, Daddy,” you sigh, lonely after this morning’s shortened playtime. Your drooling cunt shivers around him, wholly contented to saddle his cock. He’s been so busy at work, that hard-earned promotion cutting into your cuddles. Nothing quite compares to Michael’s cock in your cunt.
“I love you, sweet girl.” And he means it. He would do anything just to hold you. Let the whole world burn; he would do anything for his bird.
After the Man City win, you find yourself lapping your slick from his softening cock, sucking the sperm off his sack. You trace your tongue across the velvet seam, nuzzling into his fuzzy brown hair, and flick your flesh against his balls.
Michael cups your writhing head, pressing you further in his crotch, needing to be nearer. “Filthy whore,” he commends, gently stroking your hair. “Always need to be suckin’ on your Daddy’s big cock. Please, Daddy. Please let me suck your soothie. Such a desperate slut,”
He would never speak to you this way, if he knew you didn’t like it. But you do. You love it when he mocks you. You like feeling stupid and Little. Preening into the crooked praise, you slide your slick over the crest of your heel, canting your hips back and forth as his seed trickles out of you.
Michael squeezes your tits, teasing the taut, pebbled nipples. “Suck your lollie, love. Daddy’s got more cum for you.”
You happily oblige, keen to follow his orders, and spread the skin back to suckle the tip. When you think of all the times he’s fucked you — using your tight little throat for epicurean needs — tremors flood your rigid stomach, your legs falling stiff, the sudden climax spurting rapture within your chest and cunt.
“Thas’ it, baby… Love it when you suck on my cock.” His cum, much sparser now, paints the inside of your throat, dripping sweet like honey. You’ve licked your Daddy to the sugary centre, enjoying every icky-sticky dribble of sweets.
That night, Michael ushers his drinking chummies into the kitchen, chanting along to “the boys in blue,” and dishes a beer to the each of them. You — beautiful you, overlooking over the stove to settle tea to a simmer — never startle when he presses behind you, rubbing your ass on his cock in front of all his friends. Michael hums in content, nosing your neck, licking a fat stripe up the naked skin, and smacks your ass in his reddening palm.
His buddies learn to look away.
Now that Michael’s had you, claiming you in cunt and mind, he’s unafraid to show the world he’s yours. Over a cheeky neat bourbon, risking liquor after beer, Michael snuggles you closer in his lap, sweaty cheek brushing yours.
“Give Daddy a kiss, love.” Michael says, tapping an open spot on his neck, his friends aloof to the vulgar vices.
Nervous, you cuddle his chest, sternum hiding your timid face.
“Show all of Daddy’s friends what a sweet baby you are,” he affirms, reaching down below your skirt to pet your cunnie with his thumb. “Just one little mark, pet.”
You wriggle into his touch, squealing loud enough for the neighbors to hear, and shrink into your seat when all his mates turn around.
Whining with need, you suck your tongue on your Daddy’s thick neck, unafraid when his palm climbs up to cup your breast. His friends look on, mumbling amongst themselves about what a right slut you are… But there’s no one in the room but your Daddy and his baby.
For a borrowed moment in the loo, Michael flips up your skirt to reveal the trashy “I ᡣ𐭩 DADDY” leopard-print panties hidden under your clothes. This was Michael’s stipulation; a clear attempt to embarrass you, despite how easily it turned you on. Something about being humiliated in front of total strangers; the exhilarating fear of getting caught; having every want and need taken care of, whether you like it or not… It only makes you want him more. This much, he knows.
“Look so pretty, angel. Maybe Daddy should pick out all your clothes,” Michael murmurs, teasing lightly, far too pleased by his wicked depravity. You lurch forward when he humps his cock through your folds, grinding into the shoddy fabric. “If I had it my way, you’d never wear panties again. Naughty girl.”
When he’s good and ready, Michael tugs aside your pretty pink gusset, painting your petals in viscid cum. He massages the sperm into your soft, sticky folds, spreading a mess down into the fabric, and replaces your billowing dress. “That’s a good girl… Sit in Daddy’s wet filth.”
Forever obedient, you pretend not to notice when it’s leaking down your leg and onto the couch.
Before bed, Michael rewards you for your troubles with his tongue around your clit, kissin’ and suckin’ on your cunt. Nobody else gets to do this; when you feel soft and subby, you wouldn’t dream of anyone else. All you want is your Daddy’s warm cum dripping out of your hole to remind you what a sweet girl you are.
With a purpled bruise against his neck, that pearlescent, stubbled skin has never looked so divine. He gazes up at you with darkened eyes, licking a wet stripe up your petals, and suckles a bruise onto your thigh. Kissing the open skin with sainted reverence, Michael whimpers into your flesh.
“Such a good puppy,” Michael coos, his eyes closed. When he spreads your legs open wider, fishing the cock from his jeans, you moan aloud for him, body squirming toward his hips.
“Spread your lips, birdie. Show Daddy that hole,” he begins, hot breath fanning your neck as he kisses you. “Daddy’s gonna fuck you with a cunnie full of piss.”

✦ Author’s Note: Didn’t expect this to get sentimental 😦 Been a while, since I wrote prose ?? Michael’s just my little guy. This story is a continuation of the “Angelverse.” Read the other fic here. 💦
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