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slayedx · 2 years

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Angel

summary: you’re steve’s perfect angel and you deserve a good fuck

cw: praise kink, daddy kink, fem! reader, penetration, multiple orgasms, soft! steve

a/n: i just hc steve being whipped for his girl🫣 tbh this is just a small drabble😭 hope y’all enjoy!!

"fuck you’re so perfect” steve groans out as he fucks into you. your swollen cunt taking all he has to offer as he leans on his knees fucking into you with such vigor that the sound of your hips meeting resonates around the room.

“perfect fucking pussy; taking all this big cock, just like the good girl you are” he moans out; eyes catching the blush on your cheeks from the constant praise. your cute tits bouncing with every thrust as your arms are splayed out above your head. you looked angelic

your little cunt has already creamed on him once. his cock covered in your slick and cream as he fucks into you with hard deep strokes.

“you’re so beautiful baby; my cockdrunk little angel, love you so much” he groans out as his hips hammer into you. you mewl out as he works you to another high.

“love you too daddy” you pant out as you reach out for him silently begging for his lips. he obliges you as he leans down catching your lips with his. the kiss is passionate and sweet, a sharp juxtaposition to the way he’s pounding into your little cunt.

the change of position has him fucking straight into your g-spot. he captures your moans and mewls in your shared kiss before pulling away.

his hand are on both sides of your face as he gazes down at you. he can’t help but think you’re so beautiful, and he wonders what he’s done to end up with such a perfect girl, but like hell was he gonna complain.

he’s broken out of his thoughts as he hears your voice. “fuck ‘m gonna cum please let me cum, ‘s good” you mewl out as he pounds into you. he groans at your admission before reaching down to rub small circles on your clit.

you squeal at his touch, as it hurls you towards your orgasm, you babble pleas at him as you clench down on his cock; waiting for his permission to cum. “such a good girl asking daddy; cum on my cock angel” he coos, and you listen immediately clamping down on his cock.

he groans as he fucks you through your high. you babble out small thank yous and mewls as you cum all over his cock; smothering his dick with your cream.

“fuck my perfect girl, always my good angelbaby” he moans out as he slows his hips down, letting you come down from the intense high. he moves to peck your lips and both of your cheeks before moving back to resting on his knees.

“need your pretty pussy to squirt on my cock and then daddy will fill you up, okay pretty girl?” he asks, and you mewl before nodding. he grins before leaning down and placing another kiss on your lips.

“atta girl” he smirks before resuming the pounding of his hips.

you were his perfect angel, and his perfect angel deserved at least three orgasms.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve x reader #steve smut #steve thirst #steve harrington smut #steve harrington thirst #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #smut #stranger things thirst #stranger things smut #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader

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sems-diarie · 2 years

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i am not finished

“steve,” you warn, hips rearing up. you fall cheek first to the bed. soft little squeals fall from your drooling mouth. “m’cumming, m’c-cumming—,”

“whoa, whoa, whoa.” he pinches at the fat of your waist. his cock slowly slips from your walls as he gathers you closer. “let me see your face when you do, baby—know how much i love that pretty face, don’t you?”

your boyfriend tugs you up off of your pink quilt until your back is pressed to his chest. his hips bear down on your slippery, squelching cunt harder than before.

“f-fuck, steve!”

his breath caresses the shell of your ear, sends a shiver down your spine.

“oh, i’m sorry.” pat. pat. pat. the sound of your ass hitting his hips rings in your ears. each time he moves to pull out, your hips follow him back on their own accord.

“did you lose it?” harrington coos, “did i ruin it?”

pussy juice comes dripping down your cunt. wave after wave, your pussy throbs with the the telltale pulses of your delayed orgasm.

“mmf!” you cry back, trying to nod with how far he has your chin pressed back. steve’s face is so sweet. warm brown eyes gleam as he watches you almost cum. his cock pounds deep, leaves you gasping for air and pawing at his wrist.

“sh-shit! y-you bastard,”

steve hisses as his cock throbs back, equally desperate and equally pissed at him for taking so long to cum.

“pretty pussy got so sloppy though.”

#steve h. <3 #steve harrington thirst #steve harrington x fem reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut

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bunnywritesmarvel · 2 years

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🕷Would you be willing to do 24 on the smut list for Steve Harrington…with maybe a dash of hickeys on him…?👀congrats on 2K btw you’re so good to us bunny

24. “I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one will notice”

minors do not interact! this is an 18+ blog, by clicking 'read more' you agree you are 18+ years of age.

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you reclined against steve's chest, half to relax and half to hide the insane abundance of still-visible hickeys. dustin had begged you and steve to drive everyone to the pool considering the indiana heat had hit an all time high for the summer. after packing a bag and wrestling everyone down to smear sunscreen on them, you had let them loose to leave you alone and let you tan.

"steve, are you sure you dont want me to move? youre gonna get weird tan lines." you asked, shifting a little to the left to peer back at him.

"only you see me with my shirt off, its fine. plus if robin sees these hickeys, ill never hear the end of it." he laughed, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"okay, then can you put some more sunscreen on me? i feel like im roasting." you huffed, handing him the bottle.

"um... maybe in a minute." he answered, hands grabbing your hips as you went to move.

"steve!" you whispered, smacking his arm playfully. "are you really hard right now?"

"shut up!" he whispered back, pulling you back against him. "you look so good in this bathing suit and you keep squirming!"

you laughed, purposely wiggling back against him under the guise of getting comfortable. he groaned, fingers digging into your hips.

"stop, or im gonna punish you right here." he scolded, pulling you tight against him to keep your wiggling at bay.

"oh yeah?" you snorted, "what are you gonna do?"

"edge you, i know you hate that." he smirked, dipping his fingers under the at your hip.

"you wouldnt..."

steve didnt edge you often, only if you were particularly bratty because he knew you hated it.

"i could just pull your bathing suit to the side, no one would notice. were in a pretty secluded spot." he grinned at you and you pouted.

"fine, jesus, ill be good." you huffed, getting one last wiggle in before finally stopping.

#bunnys 2k celebration #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington thirst #steve harrington

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livwritesstuff · 1 month

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Eddie has a serious problem.

A quagmire, perhaps, and it’s a real catch-22 of a situation too.

The problem really stems from how his and Steve’s third baby Hazel was born a few weeks earlier.

The baby isn’t the problem, obviously.

It’s just…it is a truth universally acknowledged or whatever that men holding tiny little babies is hot as all hell even as a baseline. Factor in that the man in question is Steve Harrington, and then factor in that Hazel is their third baby so any nervousness has been completely eclipsed by an easy kind of confidence, and what you end up with is a level of hotness that really shouldn’t be allowed.

Also – Eddie forgot to mention, ever since Steve hit forty, he’s had the smallest hint of grey growing right at his temples and that isn’t helping things at all.

Eddie could eat him, honestly.

He really can’t believe the audacity of this guy for…just existing, really. Eddie can admit that all Steve is really guilty of is holding his infant daughter, but dear god what a crime that is.

Like, right now Steve is holding the baby against his chest with just one arm (and, seriously, the one arm thing is goddamn killing him, because it flexes his bicep in just the right way and Eddie would bite a chunk out of it if he could), the other midway through chucking a throw pillow at their oldest daughter for being a total monster about…well, Eddie would probably know what particular flavor of hell Moe is raising at the moment if he could take his eyes off of Steve for even a second.

But he can’t, so here they are.

Eddie also might be drifting off a little bit, and therein lies the catch-22 of it all –

It’s true that Steve is by far the hottest he’s ever been, but Eddie’s so tired that he couldn’t do anything about it even if he wanted to.

Actually – he’ll rephrase.

If he wasn’t so fucking tired, he’d be doing something about it.

Immediately.

And, like, he has no fucking shame at all about this. Decorum and discretion, maybe, but shame? None whatsoever.

Why should he?

It’s clearly the universe’s way of repaying him for all the shit it put him through as a teenager. Why the hell else would he not only be married to Steve, but also watching him fulfill his lifelong wish of becoming a dad three times over and aging like the finest of fine wines while he’s doing it. Eddie’s never even been a wine kind of guy, but when it’s Steve…obviously all bets are off.

Except, he's not being repaid in full, because there's the downside of having a newborn again – newborn babies don’t sleep. Well – she sleeps, but not when it’s convenient for Eddie and certainly not at the same time as his and Steve’s other two daughters. Plus, she’s proving herself to prefer contact naps over anything else, which Steve obviously loves, and…yeah, there’s a good few reasons why that shit doesn’t help Eddie’s situation at all.

Regardless, he hasn’t managed to sleep more than four straight hours at any point over the last three weeks, so any time he does have a child-free second to spare, that’s what he’s doing.

Steve notices him looking, because of course he does.

“What?” he asks, his voice low and quiet and a little tired and so so sexy.

“Oh, the things I’m doing to you in my head, Stevie-boy,” Eddie replies, (even though he knows he’ll be crashing the second his head hits the pillow – whenever the hell that ends up being).

“Yeah, yeah,” Steve says even as he shifts Hazel so she’s cradled in the curve of his arm (because he’s a goddamn bastard and he knows exactly what he’s doing), “Put your money where your mouth is, babe.”

#~650 words of eddie thirsting after steve bc what else is new #subtle dilf steve bc i couldn't help myself #<- new tag let's party #steddie #liv’s steddie dads verse #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie dads

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artaxlivs · 11 months

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“Ok, when I say go - squeeze as hard as you can.”

Eddie was going to lose it. There was absolutely zero chance he was going to be able to sit through this display without having a display of his own. He squirmed where he was sitting in the grass, bringing his knees up in a way he hoped was real fucking casual.

“Smooth,” Robin whispered from her spot in the shade next to him. She was leaned back on her hands, giraffe legs sprawled out in front of her so she could poke Henderson with her toes. He kept swatting back at her and ignoring the fact that he was missing entirely. Too focused on the stopwatch and notebook in his hand. What a nerd.

Max got up from where she’d been sitting on the other side of Robin and joined Lucas in his patio chair. Poor Lucas looked like he was on cloud nine which must mean they were currently off on the on-again-off-again cycle of their relationship. Settling in, Max turned to grin at Eddie, sharp and evil. It was clear she’d only moved there to see how this was affecting him. She was a horrible child. His least favorite.

Except that she wasn’t.

Sticking his tongue out at her, Eddie looked back to the scene in front of him.

The ground around them was littered with crushed fruits. Steve’s thighs were shiny with orange juice. His tiny little shorts had ridden up so high that it had passed indecent before he’d even finished with the citrus fruit. Eddie gulped as his eyes traced over the clear bulge in Steve’s little green shorts. He refused to lift his eyes to Steve’s bare chest with his smattering of moles and coarse hair.

And there was not a chance in hell that Eddie was going to make eye contact with that smirk of Steve’s. He knew what the fuck he’d started. With the kids around and everything! Granted, all Steve had done was crush an empty soda can between his thighs and then the challenge had been on. Lucas had sworn he could do it, too. And he did. But he couldn’t manage to do the lemon. Steve had though. And the orange. and whatever the fuck a papaya was. And on through all the fruit in Steve’s kitchen - did he stock up for this? Who kept that much fruit on hand?

Now, he had a whole ass melon between those thick thighs of his. And Steve had been working out all summer. Running, yes, but it was the squats that drove Eddie to madness. The sunkissed skin wrapped around thick muscles, covered in downy hair, begging, screaming for Eddie to touch them. To run his fingers up them and squeeze, to bury his face between them and finally clear his head with the musky scent of Steve Harrington.

Fuck. Eddie should have escaped into the house. He was never gonna be able to keep his cool. Steve sat back, adjusting around so everyone could see the length of his legs as he crossed his ankles, shifting the melon a little as he got into position.

Eddie whimpered.

“Oh, who cares?” Mike scoffed, “So your big dumb jock legs can make us a fruit salad. Big deal.” He elbowed Will who was staring very intently at Steve. Eddie grinned, covering his mouth and flicking his eyes at Robin who’s eyes were wide and who’s mouth was an O of shock. “We aren’t impressed. Right, Will?”

“Shhh, Mike.” Will waved a hand but didn’t shift his focus away from Steve, “Later.”

Mike sputtered, looking from Will’s intent gaze down to Steve’s thighs. Eddie saw it the moment Mike realized what was going on. He looked shocked. Then angry. Then jealous. And last, scared. There it was. Finally. Jesus.

If Eddie had to suffer through this, at least some good would come of it. Mike would finally realize that he needed to get his head out of his ass. It was about--

“Go!” Dustin yelled, clicking the tab on the top of the watch.

Steve grunted, squeezing his thighs together. His fingers flexed against the ground behind him and his ass came up off the patio a few inches as he sort of ...oh dear god...arched up into it. He clenched his thighs, his hips, his gorgeous fucking ass, Eddie held his breath, clenched his own thighs to not arch up in response, biting his lips to keep from panting and moaning and then--

CRACK! The melon split clear up the middle, splooging juice right up the seam of Steve’s clenched thighs. It dripped out under him and Eddie could taste cooper he was biting down so hard on his bottom lip.

Dustin had already released the timer, cheering with everyone. Eddie resolutely did not look up, keeping his eyes trained on the slowly growing puddle under Steve instead. It was so hot. It was fucking obscene.

“Alright, what’s next?” Dustin said with a sunny smile, looking up from where he’d noted the time in his spiral notebook.

“Me.” Eddie heard himself say and launched himself at his boyfriend. Steve muttered something about it being about time right before Eddie smashed their mouths together.

“Um...should I...start the timer?” he heard Dustin ask.

There were a bunch of squelching thuds as people must have thrown crushed fruit at him.

#seriously what am i doing with my life #steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #Eddie thirsting after steve #steve harrington #Steve harrington's thighs #me next

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love-toxin · 1 year

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excuse me for being vile, but.....ehe......<3

(cws: perv!roommates!fruity four, f!angelface, modern au, voyeurism, noncon picture taking/sharing, nc somnophilia, masturbation)

the thought of pervy roommates fruity four having a secret, privated groupchat that you stumble upon when one of them leaves it open on the house laptop--and when you glance at it, you realize it's a chat full of photos and videos that detail every filthy thought they've had and every nasty thing they've done to you.

they've had huge, long conversations just thirsting over you or talking about something you did that they thought was hot, candid pictures they've sent of your ass or your tits in tight, short clothes around the house. Eddie has an ongoing video diary that he sends to them of every time he's jerked off over you while you're sleeping. every time he's cum on your face and wiped it off quick, before he chuckles quietly and slips out of your room. Robin's got videos of her fingers in your mouth as she sleeps in your bed, mindlessly sucking on them as she rubs one out under her panties. Steve apparently likes to cum into your food when he makes it for you, usually sweets or icecream that he brings home now and again, along with the whipped cream-topped drinks he brings you every morning. and the amount of times Nancy has humped your pillow or the clothes you've left out to wear the next day--you swear you see so much photo evidence and so many clips of it that she must be doing it daily. it's disgusting, and you spend hours touching yourself as you read through it all.

honestly, you should be furious, but it's too hot for you to get your fuzzy mind past anything else. they wanna fuck you so bad they're exposing themselves to each other with every gross thing they do, especially when you find the same pair of your panties in Robin's room that she took a video of herself cumming all over, or other hard evidence that proves they're completely genuine about their obsessions--like sticky photos of you tucked into Eddie's lunchbox and lewd love letters to you in Nancy's diary. even Steve, sweet Steve who pretends he's above casual sex or the filth of being a pervert, is recording himself fucking a fleshlight and crying out your name while he begs to cum inside you--at least once a week, no less, based on how many clips he's sent. they're all fucking perverts....and you just have to see where this all goes, if they'll ever end up making a move on the angel they can't help touching themselves over.

#fruity four #fruity four x reader #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #eddie munson #robin buckley #steve harrington x reader #nancy wheeler x reader #eddie munson x reader #robin buckley x reader #spicy writing #st 4 #stranger things #ellie thirsts

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shinebrightlikeanarwhal · 2 years

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Steve: boys. For the last time. I’m not marrying your club leader.

Dustin: but mooooom he’s COOL! You’d LOVE HIM!

Will: he’s… he’s really nice.

Lucas: if you at least meet him we won’t bother you for extra rides for a month.

Steve: f i n e. But we aren’t getting married. Where did you too even-

Eddie sprawled out with candles and roses: Evening M’lady~, fancy seeing you here.

Steve: cover your eyes children, I’m going to commit five different felonies.

#incorrect stranger things quotes #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #will byers #lucas sinclair #dustin henderson #Mike is somewhere grumbling #steddie #eddie x steve #Eddie has been thirsting for years #he is older than Steve so probably since Steve’s sophomore year?#steve just thought he was going to meet a cryptid #not a hot idiot

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hellfire-puppet · 2 years

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I recently learned the vast difference between Eddie fans on Reddit vs Tumblr.

Reddit:

“Let’s not sexualize Eddie, thank you”

“Wow, what you said was not ok! Gross!”

Tumblr:

“I’m a simple human. I just want Eddie’s dick in my ass and his balls in my pussy all while Steve spits in my mouth.”

“Yes! Same! Writing a fic for that asap”

Tumblr is a sacred, safe space, fam.

#eddie munson #eddie munson thirst #eddie spaghetti #eddie stranger things #joseph quinn #the thirst is real #eddie munson smut #i’m a degenerate #steddie #steddie smut #steve harrington #steve harrington smut #stranger things #i’ll be thinking of this for a while now

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steddie-thirst · 2 years

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You Can Run | Mean!Steddie x Henderson!Reader | 18+ |

Summary: Steve and Eddie can agree on one thing an that's you. Things heat up when they decide to work together in achieving their goal.

Warnings: stalking, killing, 18+, ghostface, micheal, kidnapping, explicit themes, steddie being a good duo, ghostface calls, Stalker!eddie, Mean!Steve

(( Update note: Because I no longer like writing Y/N for the name thing, I have decided to name my reader Belle, but this still an x reader, but the name Belle is used in place.))

After the rather odd phone call and a quick breath of fresh air it was time for bed. That was enough excitement for one day, already finding school tiring enough. Adding creepy stalkers to the list was not helping. However, when you reached the first step the phone rang once more. Darn - You turned on your heels and pad back into the kitchen snatching the device off its stand. "Hello? Henderson, residence."

"Well, Hello -- Again." Same cadence, still altered, and much more excited than last time, judging by the small hitch in his breath.

You decide to play along into the mystery caller's game, tilting your head as you keep up with the sweet tone. "Ooh , so you do remember me." You coo into the receiver voice thick like honey.

He chuckles, "Mhm." His voice hums. "Couldn't forget a pretty voice like yours." Enjoying the way it left a surge of chills down your spine.

"You remember all the girls you talk to, huh?" Questioning him earns another breathy laugh, making you bite your bottom lip. He surely knew how to work a girl - Goodness.

"No, just the ones I plan on asking out." The stranger replied and you giggled. "What? You don't let guys ask you out?"

"Not recently. Have had my eye on this one guy though." Shamefully admitting your deepest and darkest secrets seemed harmless. He didn't know you or you him. So what was the danger? A little honest flirting and some sweet words wouldn't be that much of a bother.

"Yeah?"

"Mhm, but he's not so into me I think." He clicks his tongue and you sigh with a slump of your shoulders.

"Wanna tell me his name, sweetheart?" He urges, practically on the edge of his seat, awaiting your answer. Maybe things would take a turn for the better.

"Eddie. He's just such a nice guy and -- and he's helped my brother so much - God - Then there's Steve. I sound like such a whore, b-but I really like them both." You stammer now really unsure of who to choose. One the one hand Eddie was funny, chivalrous, and kind hearted. The total opposite of the sweet, lively, and popular Steve. Two sides on one coin, but couldn't make of whether you wanted heads or tails. It was crazy, laughing at the uncertainty of it all.

"Well, Belle, seems you have a big choice ahead of you." As the words leave him sure of the reaction he'd receive. You fall silent instantly as his name falls from his lips.

"W-Wait - My name - How'd you know my name?" Things had taken a turn for the worse at this point and he chuckles, dark, and unforgiving.

"Because, sweetheart-" He lowers his voice, goosebumps spreading on your arms, as he speaks, "- I've been watching you this whole time. Now, if I was you I'd find a place to hide." You slam the phone down onto the stand and straighten your spine. Eyeing both kitchen entrances' slowly, gulping down the lump of fear that sat in your throat. Lip quivering as you bravely round the counter towards the left doorway. Briefly glancing at the pantry door when a muffled sound, unidentifiable, but loud enough to keep you worried. Keeping your hand rested on the counter as you slowly pad past the door.

The living-room was a quick shot from the kitchen, only having to make it past there in order to reach your front porch. As soon as you walked through that doorway a figure burst from the pantry. You whirl around a scream ripping through your throat, lungs burning from the sheer force of it. Immediately taking off towards the front door as the ghostly stranger chases after you.

"Shit! Shit!" You curse dodging the coffee table, only for him to step on top the surface and jump down on you. Tackling you down to the ground carpet biting into your back, bare legs and arms. You try to crawl away from him, but to no use. Suddenly gaining a brief moment of courage, you rear your leg back and kick him straight between his legs. The stranger falls back groaning in pain the knife clattering to the floor as he recovers from the sheer pain. You push up off the ground despite the weakness crying out from your overworked joints and run to the door.

Fingers working the locks, before flinging the door open. Only to be met face to face with a white mask, blue jumpsuit, and a large butcher knife. You quickly spin on your heels to run the other direction, but are cut off by Ghostface. Backing up into the other figure who quickly grabs ahold of you. One arm wrapped securely around your waist and the other over your chest. His muscles tensed holding you in place as the blade pressed ever so gently against your cheek. Your fingers dig into his arm clawing and pleading to be let go.

"Thank you, she would have gotten away." The ghostly stranger groaned reaching down to retrieve the lost hunting knife and sighed as he straightens back up. Revealing in the quiet sobs the racked through you. His voice - It sounded so familiar.

"W-Who are you?"

"Who am I?" He waves the knife around dramatically dropping his shoulders as you watch every move he makes. "You wanna go first big boy?" Ghostface steps closer to the brooding figure that had you restrained only receiving a grunt in response. "Guess that's a ye-Excuse me -- And viola!" He pulls the mask off and you crane your head back to eye the - not so stranger - as his hazel irises stare back down at your shaking figure.

Your heart shatters as his name passes your lips, "S-Steve..?" There's no mistaken that floppy chestnut-brown hair and those soft lips.

"Surprise!" Ghostface sings with a dramatic wave of his hands.

"Steve, why?" You whine, looking back at a guy you once trusted. Having delved into your most deepest secrets knowing he'd be there to listen and lend a hand. It just doesn't make any sense. Why would such a guy chose to do this and to someone who you'd been nothing short of nice to. Steve was your friend and deepest crush.

"Aww, she's scared." Ghostface coos watching your breath catch in your throat as you turn to look back at him. Steve laughs from behind you, chest vibrating against your back and he sighs.

"I know, it's addicting. I cannot wait to see how she reacts to you, baby." Steve speaks softly from behind you. Ghostface tilts his head watching you carefully, before reaching a gloved hand to pull back his hood, then removing his mask allowing it to clatter to the floor. Your whole body goes week as your eyes fall on those familiar features. Steve hauls you up against him, keeping you from falling down. Dark curls, a cheeky smile, and soft brown eyes.

"Surprise, sweetheart. Not what you expected huh?" His voice is cocky as he swaggers over to you. His hand raises the knife to your other cheek, licking his lips as he eyes you.

"E-Eddie?" Your bravado falters. To close to be a dream seeing as he was standing right there in front of you. His lips quirk into a sly smirk, as he takes in a deep breath, eyes looking you over.

"Say my name again, princess." Eddie demands pressing the curve of the blade deeper.

"E-Eddie plea-"

"Ah." He chides pressing it deeper earning a pitiful sob. "Again." He demands eyes flitting up to spare a glance at Steve. His lips twitching into a smile as you practically shake beneath them.

"Eddie, please stop.. you're scaring m-"

"Good." He growls at you, trailing the tip of the blade down the curve of your jaw, along your neckline, enjoying the way your throat bobs against his knife. Oh, you were a fucking prize. "I've been thinking day and night about you, Belle." He admits eyeing the dips of your breasts, hidden behind your pink tank-top. "Then you went and admitted your little crush - Fuck - I almost jumped on you then."

"Please don't kill me." You plead with Eddie small drops of salty tears drip down your cheeks, eyes glassy with them as you look up at the guitarist. He wasn't the same anymore. Those once bright eyes now filled with something dark.

"We aren't going to kill you, baby." Steve reassures you going to tuck his knife away knowing Eddie still had a grip on his own if you tried anything. You were a bit relieved, but it dropped. Heart dropping down to your stomach as Eddie spoke again face dangerously close to yours.

"We're gonna keep you. Steve." The larger male lifted you off the ground and slung your small figure over his shoulder albeit effortlessly. A cry leaves your lips as your hands come down on his shoulder blades, "She's feisty." Eddie chuckles, watching you struggle, squirm, and fight against Steve as he drags you out the door on his shoulder. One arm tucked over the curve of your knees and the other on the small of her back.

Eddie's pride flies out the window when you open your mouth, "Help me! Somebo-" He clamps his palm over your parted lips and a quiet whimper leaves you, hands clawing at his wrist as his nails dig into the skin of your cheeks.

"Shut the fuck up or I will hurt you, sweetheart." He threatens. "Got it?" You nod and he sighs relieved moving his hand away, only to brush his knuckle over your reddened cheeks. Only able to let out pitiful sobs and soft whimpers, "Good girl. You'll learn soon enough."

"You belong to us now." Steve chimed in as they reach his car, Eddie eagerly flinging open the trunk and he dumps you inside.

"Both of us." He shuts the trunk with a slam and you burst out into a full sob, crying out, but muffled by the layered metal of the BMW. No one heard you nor would help be coming. Eddie and Steve had you in their grasp and they were never going to let you got.

Not now.

Not ever...

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