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Does anyone have any Jayce, Viktor, or jayvik requests?

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This is the secret garden in my mind that Taylor Swift was talking about

okay yeah now i am cursed with the image of eddie munson with daisies in his hair and guitar, enjoying a nice spring or summer day with you in some field. just strumming his guitar and humming along as he watches you read or draw or whatever your hobby of choice may be. him smiling so softly when a breeze runs by and the smell of your perfume mingles with the floral air around him. just warm and peaceful serenity to bask in for just a moment.

As an artist, I feel like I need to get to work suddenly

First of all, if you make fan art please tag me I desperately need to see Eddie with daisies in his hair- maybe a pretty flower crown or one tucked behind his ear. ����💕

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He’d be so sweet and gentle, not wanting to ruin your work if you made him a flower crown. He’d hold it so delicately and he’d need you to put it on his head for him because he’d be so worried that he’d break it.

It would be like the two of you having a picnic by Lover’s Lake during an evening in the summer where the air is still warm but there’s a breeze coming off of the water. He’d strum his guitar, just playing soft cords while your head would rest on his lap, and he’d look at you so lovesick and dopey while you read your book- completely unaware that he was staring at you like you hung the moon and the stars.

He’d have a blanket for the two of you to lay on that he always kept in the back of his van and you’d let your fingertips just grace over the worn and comfy fabric. It would be thin in some areas because of the years but it was still the comfiest against your skin.

He’d hum nonsense lyrics to songs he makes up on the fly, just singing your praises and making grand declarations of love between the notes that filter through the summer air.

Before you’d pack up to go home, the breeze turning into a nighttime chill, he’d wrap you up in the blanket so you’d be warm and he’d pick a bouquet of daisies for you that you’d bring home to put in a jar on the windowsill in your kitchen.

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Can y’all please send me some rockstar!Eddie requests??

Rock star eddie, you're his drummer. One of his songs requires moans in the background. He wants it live. Wear special panties during show, boom live moans or if that's too much maybe just has you in the sound booth since he doesn't want some random chick's moans

ugh I love this idea

cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) masturbation anal, slight degradation, use of the word whore

The recording booth is getting warm as you finish up your contribution to the new single. It’s unlike anything you’ve ever done before and Eddie is producing the entire thing, telling you exactly what he wants you to do and you hate that you’re finding it so hot. 

He’s your bandmate and looking back, bandmates dating each other rarely ever works out. So you’ve been keeping your attraction to yourself even though everyone but Eddie knows exactly how you feel. And you don’t think he’s ignoring you but more that he’s oblivious, not seeing what’s right in front of him. 

And it apparently goes both ways since you have no idea that he’s been crushing on you since you joined the band, temporarily filling in for Gareth while his broken arm heals. He’d never tell anyone this, but for very selfish reasons, he doesn’t want Gareth to get better. He wants you to stay in the band forever so he can’t get closer to you. 

He wants to be able to get a glimpse of your short shorts and skirts when you sit on the stool in front of the drum kit. He wonders how you would feel if he let his hand slide up your thigh, dipping into the waistband of you panties to feel your sopping wet- 

“That was really good,” Eddie tells you through the speaker with a wide smile. 

“Great,” you smile back. “Am I good to go?” You jerk your thumb towards the door and Eddie shakes his head. He kind of feels like a perv for what he’s about to ask, but he doesn’t exactly want to ask this of a stranger. 

“Actually,” he starts. “I have something else I want you to record if you’re up for it.” 

You don’t understand what could possibly be left. You already did your vocals and the drum beats he wanted. What else could Eddie be asking for? And why is he asking it from you? 

“I was wondering…” he pauses for a beat then waits for Jack, the producer who was helping him out with everything, to leave. And once he does, Eddie leans in close and it feels so intimate, like he’s right there, just inches away from you. “Since this song is supposed to be sexy, I was wondering if you’d like to record some moans for me so I can put them in the background of the track.” 

Your face is now on fire. You don’t know what you thought he was going to ask you to do, but it definitely wasn’t that. You should feel disgusted but for whatever reason, you actually feel honored. You’re the one he wants to do this, no one else. And it makes you feel even more attracted to him then you already are. 

“Okay,” you nod, letting what you’re about to agree to actually sink in before you say the words. “Sounds fun, I’m in.” 

Eddie’s honestly shocked that you’re into it, that you’re so eager to do this for him. He really thought it was a big ask but you agreed so quickly, almost as if he asked you to buy him a coffee. (and he never even has to ask for that, you’ll just show up with his usual order with that pretty smile on your face) God, he’s getting hard just thinking about what you’re going to do and wishes that he could be the one to make you make those surely delicious sounds, but he’s going to keep his distance. 

You move around the drums and stand in front of the main mic, putting your headphones back on, wondering what it’s going to sound like on the track. Eddie has always had a good ear so you’re sure that whatever he’s going to come up with will sound great. 

“So how do you want this? Do want something loud or breathy or-“ 

“Breathy,” he replies, cutting you off. “Needy, desperate.”

“Do you mind if I-” you cut yourself off, referring to your pants. Eddie’s eyes widen at what you’re insinuating, but he’s not going to say no. He knows that it’s hard for some people to do that kind of thing on demand and he also kinda wants to see you get yourself off. 

“Oh, no,” he shakes his head. “Go ahead. We’re recording.” 

“Okay,” you nod as you pull your shorts down just a bit before sticking your hand down your panties, on the hunt for your pussy. Your fingers get inside you pretty easily and you begin to pump, slowly at first and Eddie’s watching every move, eating up the way you throw your head back in pleasure. It’s almost like you’re putting on a show for him and he’s eating up every second. 

When you let out your first moan, Eddie’s cock twitches at the pretty sound and gets progressively harder the more you moan, deciding that it’s even better than he imagined it would be. This is going to sound so hot on the record and he’s nodding to himself at how good of a decision it was to have you be the one to do it. 

“Fuck,” you whine and he’s bricked up now, wondering if it would be weird if he jacked off to you masturbating. He supposed it doesn’t matter because he’s already pulling down his sweatpants before spitting into his hands and giving it a jerk. 

“Just like that,” he encourages into the speaker. “Maybe a little more whiny.” 

Your hand is moving faster now, his name falling from your lips in a breathy whine and he’s so close to coming right there. In a flash, he’s on his feet, pulling his pants up as he stops the recording, making a beeline for the booth. He’s gotta join in now that he’s heard your moan his name, wanting you to moan it because of how he’s touching you. 

Your eyes open when the door to the booth shuts and he charges towards you. You slowly pull your hand from your shorts then grab onto his shoulder with your free hand, motioning for him to open his mouth. He does so and your fingers slide into his mouth as his tongue swirls around it, sucking your slick from it, savoring the taste even as you pull them from his mouth with a loud pop. 

“How’s it taste?” You ask and he puts on a devilish smirk, grabbing hold of your waist, your body now flush to his. 

“You tell me,” he whispers as his lips find yours, his tongue licking into your mouth, letting it meet yours so you can decide for yourself. “Good?” He asks when you don’t answer, but how can you when the whole thing makes you dizzy, unable to string together a proper sentence. 

“Mmm,” you moan against his lips, your arms wrapping around his neck as his hands slide into your back pocket. He’s kissing you like this is something he’s been waiting for forever and he has dreamt about something like this happening but he was convinced that it was only going to end up being just a dream. 

He gives your ass a squeeze before hurrying to unbutton your shorts, pulling them down just a bit so he can get his hand down in there, his fingers finding your cunt pretty easily. His eyes darken as he pumps his fingers in and out, not even trying to warm you up, shoving his entire fingers in there. He puts on a devilish smile as he watches you come undone underneath his touch. He knows exactly what he’s doing and you know it’s from years of playing guitar that he can move his fingers in such ways. 

You hold onto him as best you can but you feel your knees buckle, having a hard time staying on your feet. Eddie’s quick to pull your back to his chest , his fingers somehow sinking deeper and you’re now putty in his hands as you reach your orgasm, his name falling from your lips once again and he’s got on a cocky smirk as he helps you sink to the floor. 

“All fours,” he commands and you’re quick to listen, letting him pull your shorts and panties down. He stares down at your bare ass, nodding to himself because he just knew that you had a good one with the tight shorts you always wear when performing. It was torture not being able to touch you but now that he’s here, he’s going to do so much, everything he’s ways wanted to as long as you’re okay with it.

Eddie removes his jeans and boxers and discards them into the pile of your clothing before getting down on his knees. This might be the hottest he’s ever seen you, hearing you beg for him, fuck, he thinks he’s going to come.

His shirt is off in a flash and you turn around to get a glimpse of the size of him but he quickly grabs onto your cheeks and forces you to turn back and face forward. You do as he says and stay there as you feel his presence behind you. He’s lathering something onto his cock, you can hear the noises and before you can ask as him what’s going on, he’s pounding into you as his hands rest on your waist, his fingers digging into your hips as he goes to town. You’re moaning so loud and he almost wishes that he was still recording as perverted as that sounds. 

“Look at you, taking me so well,” he says as he somehow goes even harder, wishing he had a mirror so that he could see just how hot you look from the front. “I think you deserve a treat for that. That is, if you can be a good girl.”

“I-I can be,” you reply through heavy breaths. You just knew that Eddie liked it rough, but not this rough. But you’re enjoying yourself, deciding that you can do this for hours. Your arms are getting a little tired but it’s worth it to be receiving something this good. 

“I bet you’re a whore too, aren’t you, sweetheart?” He’s right, you are, and you’re wondering how he’s able to read you like a book in this way. He’s making you wet beyond belief and you didn’t realize that you liked being spoken to like this until this very moment. 

“Mmm,” you reply, your brain going fuzzy as you feel another orgasm approaching, your arms threatening to give out on you. Just you hit your peak, Eddie pulls out and pushes you onto your back, not even giving you a second before he’s pounding into your sopping wet cunt, no sounds being heard except the squelching and slapping as he moves quickly. 

He wants to see you now, thinking that you’ve more than earned your treat because of how well you responded to him. You’re so pretty like this, submitting to him, letting him do whatever he wants to you. You’ve always been sweet and quiet, he never knew you had this side to you. 

“So pretty,” he whispers as he leans down for a kiss, this one soft, completely juxtaposing the way he’s fucking you. He then pulls your hoodie off to reveal your bare tits. You weren’t even wearing a bra? Fuck, he acutally might cum this time. 

And he’s feeling close this time, his vision getting hazy as he continues to pound into you. And it gets more intense as he thinks about the fact that you could potentially get caught and now he’s hurrying to finish to make sure that doesn’t, coming pretty much right after you as you’re bucking your hips against his to try your best to finish him off. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he whines as he finally gets there, the two of you staying like that until you both come down. You’re already missing the feeling of him inside you as he attempts to clean the two of you up, helping you get dress afterwards before your legs still feel like jelly. 

He then helps you to your feet with a promise that he’ll make you feel even better in his apartment later. He then lets you sit in his lap as he finishes editing the song, still somehow able to get the job done even when you’re kissing his neck, grinding your ass against his cock. Yeah, he’s definitely teaching you a lesson later.

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The calm before the storm.

Everything that I Wanted (4)

Eddie Munson x F!Reader / Billy Hargrove x F!Reader 

Word Count: 4.1k 

Synopsis: Love triangle between your best friend Eddie and your first boyfriend, Billy Hargrove that spans over many years as you get everything you think you ever wanted. However, your life doesn’t play out how you expected it, starting from the first time you’re asked out on a date. 

Warnings: 18+ MDNI; angst, language, allusions to smut; substance use; depictions of a toxic relationship

A/N: Comments & Reblogs are always appreciated! Please let me know what you think! Thank you so much @munsonsmixtapes @punkrockmlchael @keeryhours for reading this for me.

PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE

Stranger Things Masterlist

Billy didn’t bring you over whenever Neil was home. He was always skilled at making sure you were home before he was due home from work. He really wanted to keep that part of his life separate from you. He didn’t want to risk subjecting you to it- and he still managed to pull you down into the mess of it. He thought if he kept these parts of his life separate, there'd be no crossover and you wouldn’t get hurt. It was eye opening to him, realizing it wasn’t that easy and it petrified him that he scared you. He never meant to hurt you, but he realizes how badly he did.

Losing you was the eye opener that Billy needed to get his shit together. It lit a fire under him and he knew he needed to distance himself from his father as soon as he could. He couldn’t get pulled down into his dad’s bullshit, absorbing his habits. He didn’t want to be that guy. He began working at the auto body shop, scrimping and saving every dime he could- picking up overtime every opportunity he could. He wanted to go home. He needed to leave this town- he needed to escape. He knew it was his only chance. 

He’d made up his mind he was going back to California. 

As graduation felt like it was just around the corner, you spent all your time falling back in with your friend group. You spent your days after school in Gareth’s garage, hanging out while Corroded Coffin practiced. You’d situate yourself comfortably on the old futon and work on homework while they jammed. You’d go to Hellfire on Fridays, completely re-emerged into the campaign. Then on the days where there was no band practice, no Hellfire, you spent your days at the Munson trailer- it was your second home.

You and Eddie would work on homework- he was on track to graduate with you and the band. They’d begun recording a few demos- all of them and you helping pool some money so they could record. He was so motivated to get out of there- for you, for the sake of the band. He wasn’t going to be left behind. He had huge dreams. He made all of these crazy, elaborate promises when you were cuddled up together on his bed. Dreams about the metal scene in New York, getting the both of you out of Hawkins, the band making it big- he’d get it all, promising the world to you. It was his and your dream. 

“I’m gonna marry her,” Eddie would boast when you weren’t around. You were working a closing shift at Family Video and Eddie, Grant and Jeff were at Gareth’s for a band practice. They got wrapped up talking about the what-if’s when the band takes off. It was never a question for them whether or not they’d make it- it was always just when. “I’m gonna fucking graduate- we’re gonna work our asses off- however long it takes and when we sign our deal, that day some suit strolls into the Hideout- whenever it happens. I’m marryin’ her.” 

The three boys roll their eyes at Eddie’s theatrics, but they all already knew this. They’d watched Eddie fall more and more in love with you over the years that they knew he was going to be insufferable once the two of you finally got together. They knew you and Eddie were meant to be together- it just was the most obvious thing in the world to them. 

Falling in love with Eddie was one of the easiest things you’d ever been able to do. It was effortless, the way all the pieces fell into place. There was no second guessing, no worry- no doubt that you were unabashedly wanted. It was so easy to slip into each other, and there was never any question that he loved you as much as you loved him. 

Smoke wafts up around the two of you as you both lay back on Eddie’s bed, your backs resting against the headboard. You’ve fallen into a comfortable silence as the joint is passed between the two of you. You were feeling so at ease, and you felt yourself sinking into the mattress feeling content. You exhale smoke and watch as it floats throughout the room, then pass the joint to Eddie. 

“What if it doesn’t happen?” He asks, solemnly. “What then?” 

“It’ll happen,” you insist, resting your head on his shoulder. “Let’s just get graduation over with, first.” 

Eddie had always wanted to prove himself. Maybe it had been the years of torment, scrutiny he faced because he was different. Maybe he needed to prove to himself that everything he thought and dreamed about wasn’t a waste of time. Maybe on some level, it was to prove that he was worth something. He, Gareth, Jeff and Grant actually making it big would be the biggest fuck you to the entirety of Hawkins. 

Eddie was a giver. He dreamt of making it big and buying Wayne a house. It always felt like the least he could do- a house as a thank you for a home. It was kind of poetic, Eddie thought. He wanted to whisk you away and show you the world. He’d get you a beautiful house, spoil you rotten with everything expensive just because he could and you deserve nothing less. He just kept thinking, if he made it, he would finally be worth something. He’d be good enough. 

You draped your arm across his torso, cuddling up to him. It makes his heart swell. He’d never imagined experiencing such a moment where everything just feels like his life is falling into place. The high makes him think back, reflecting on all the times he could’ve made a move, could’ve done something- anything that would’ve made this forever start just a little sooner. 

You’d spent more time in this trailer than you did in your own house. However, the first time Eddie brought you back to hang out, watch a movie- Wayne had pulled him outside for a very, very mortifying lecture and Eddie reluctantly had to admit you were just friends. Maybe you were for now- but Wayne saw the way his nephew looked at you. Maybe Eddie could fool you, keeping his feelings locked away, but no one read Eddie like Wayne could. 

“It’s not even like that,” Eddie tries to insist as his uncle smirks. His face flushes a deep shade of red. “Besides, everyone is coming over- Gareth, Grant, Jeff… this is just a hang out. This isn’t a date, god!” Wayne just shrugs, patting his shoulder, reiterating his sentiments before leaving for his night shift at the plant. Eddie needs to steady his breathing and counts to ten before going back inside- just him and you… alone. Yeah, he could not do this. He was going to jump out of his skin.

“Thanks for inviting me over,” you say sweetly, and Eddie thinks he’s going to melt. 

“I mean- of course, yeah,” he says, stumbling over his words. “I mean, all of Hellfire is coming- and like, that includes you now too- obviously, but um, you’re welcome.”

You have the audacity to giggle, making Eddie feel like his entire body is on fire. God, why did you have to be so cute? He felt like he was drowning. 

“So what’s the movie for tonight?” you ask, shifting your weight back and forth on your ankles, blissfully unaware of the effect you’re having on Eddie just being there. Eddie is so distracted he almost doesn’t realize you’d asked a question. 

“Oh, um- I grabbed some options,” he begins, nearly tripping over the coffee table to grab the boxes from the top of the TV. “Nightmare on Elm Street, Friday the 13th, and uh, The Thing.”

“Oh,” you say, pretending to sound excited. You didn’t want to admit you were scared shitless of movies like that, but you wanted to fit in. You couldn’t let on that you were a scaredy cat. “Cool,” you nod, trying to sound cool and indifferent. 

“You hate scary movies, don’t you?” Eddie asks, gently- being able to see through your front. 

“No- um, you know- I’m good,” you reply with a scoff and a wave of your hand dismissively. 

“Okay,” he chuckles, “If you say so.” 

Eddie didn’t press you to admit it, he just made sure he sat next to you on the couch- forcing Gareth to the floor. Sandwiched between Eddie and Jeff, Eddie made sure to check in with you as the movie played- careful to make sure the other guys were none the wiser. About halfway through Nightmare on Elm Street, you gripped Eddie’s hand tightly. He’d squeeze your hand to comfort you, thankful the lights were down so no one could see his flushed cheeks. 

At the end of the night, and everyone slowly made their way out and home, you lingered behind. Just for a minute. Jeff walked out first to start his car, driving you and Gareth home. Eddie watched you as you shrugged on your jacket and fished for your house key out of your pocket.  

“Thank you for everything,” you said with a sweet smile as you walked past him as he held his front door open. That made Eddie’s heart practically do flips. He watched from the front door as you climbed into the backseat of Jeff’s car as Gare called shotgun. Once you all had pulled away, he locked up. 

He collapsed on his bed, not even bothering to change and just laid awake- staring at the ceiling, completely overcome thinking about you. He replayed everything in his head over and over, blushing furiously to himself before sleep took over. 

It had been several months, and suddenly it was like your senior year was suddenly over. People were becoming sentimental and nostalgic. Suddenly everyone was focusing on their lasts. Last final, last class, last lunch… everything suddenly had such a weight to it. For Billy, he didn’t care about that- he knew the sooner high school was over the better. He felt suffocated by it all- this school, this town, his fucking house- he was more than happy to leave it all behind him. The only person he might miss wasn’t his anymore anyways. 

He doubts you ever noticed him, and he’s thankful for that. He wanted to keep a low profile for the rest of the school year. He’d see you in the hallway before you’d get the chance to see him and he’d be able to turn the other way. He switched out of the one class you had together, thinking it was for the best. He did catch himself, thinking about you way more often than he should. You both weren’t even together longer than a few months- he should have moved on by now. It was pissing him off that he couldn’t. 

Maybe it wasn’t exactly you that Billy was missing, he would think to himself. Or at least, that is what he would try to convince himself when he’s lying awake at night. Neil would be arguing with Susan down the hall, and he would try his best to block it out. He missed the way you’d talk to him- like a person. You never made him feel like he was damaged, or a fuck-up. You listened to him, wanted to get to know him. You shared things with him. It was the closest he’s ever felt to normal. 

He’d managed to secure an apartment. He signed the lease sight, unseen but it wasn’t like he had a choice. It was a risk he was willing to take if it meant his freedom. As the days leading to graduation ticked down, he found him feeling like there was something left that he needed to do. He racked his brain, thinking over everything. He felt like he wanted to tell someone, but who did he have to tell? 

You’d never been more proud, watching Wayne help Eddie get into his cap and gown. Wayne practically had to wrestle Eddie into wearing a tie but you couldn’t help but just feel so fortunate to be there to see this moment between the two of them. You’d never seen Wayne cry- he was always way too stoic and too much of a traditional kind of guy to show emotion like that, but you could see how goddamn proud he was off Eddie and you couldn’t miss the way his eyes glistened. Your heart swelled, he finally did it. 

It was a mess of people in green graduation gowns that you could hardly find your friends through the sea of students that were being wrangled by staff into the right spots. When he was finally called, Eddie practically sprinted up the stage, almost knocking over the Vice Principal in the process. With his diploma in hand, he promptly flipped off the principal and stuck out his tongue for the photo. You laughed, shaking your head, and you knew Wayne would want to kill him. You could hear him in your head now. 

When everyone tossed their caps, Eddie climbed over rows of seats and shoved passed everyone so he could kiss you. His lips pressed to yours and his arms wrapped around you as everyone was whooping and cheering, celebrating that it was all finally over. Eddie couldn’t care less that everyone was around, he needed to kiss you. You could feel dampness on his cheeks as you cupped your hands to cradle his face. You knew under his theatrics he really cared. You’d tease him later, but right now all you cared about was the relief and happiness you feel when he’s kissing you. You both made it out the other side and you did it together. 

Your family, Wayne, Gareth’s Jeff’s and Grant’s families- everyone was taking so many picture combinations it was making you all dizzy. Eddie and Wayne, Eddie and the boys, Eddie and You, You and Gareth, Eddie and Gareth, Jeff and You, You Jeff and Grant, all of you together, individual photos with everyone… It felt never ending. As Wayne takes a family photo for your family, you notice someone lingering alone in the distance, like they're waiting to talk to you. You hold your hand up like a visor over your eyes, and squint- it’s Billy. 

“I’ll be right back,” you say, as everyone continues talking amongst themselves. Eddie squeezes your arm, affectionately. 

“You don’t have to go over there, you don’t owe him shit,” Eddie says, softly. He whispers, clearly concerned. You nod.

“I think I want closure,” you say and he nods, not fully understanding but supporting you regardless. He kisses the top of your head before you walk over to Billy. Eddie can’t hear but he’s watching Billy’s every move from a distance, a scowl on his face. 

“Congratulations,” Billy says, and you’re shocked that he’s coming across a little shy. 

“You too,” you reply, a little awkward, crossing your arms over your chest. He nods, kicking at the dirt with his dress shoes. 

“I’m moving, and uh, I don’t know,” he chuckles, “I, uh, don’t have anyone else to tell about it- so I, um, I’m telling you.”

“Oh, wow,” you say, processing the news. “Neil moving-”

“No, just me. I, uh, yeah- no, I’m not going anywhere with Neil.”

“Where are you gonna go?” You ask, finding his eyes again. Suddenly, there are so much gentler than you remember. 

“I’m going back home,” he says, and he almost lets himself smile, but he can’t. Not when he’s trying his best to hold back. “I’m going back to California- I got a place in Pasadena.”

“I’m happy for you,” you say, sincerely. “Um, best of luck with everything. I hope you find what you’re looking for out there.”

“Thanks, uh, I hope everything works out for you.”

“Thanks, Billy.”

“Maybe I’ll see you around sometime, princess,” he offers a half smile, before walking away. “Tell your boyfriend to stop staring, it’s rude,” he jokes, calling over his shoulder. You watch him get into his Camaro before you turn back towards the group. Eddie is there, watching the whole interaction go down, and you can see how irritated he is. 

You walk back over, and wrap your arms around him- and he instantly softens. 

“What was that?” Eddie asks, skeptically, as he rubs your back. 

“He’s going,” you share, both of you watching the car peel out of the lot. “Moving to California, apparently. Wanted to tell someone.” 

You can’t miss the way Eddie’s jaw is still clenched and he keeps a protective, maybe slightly possessive, arm around your waist. His thumb rubs circles on your hip and you can sense how he’s getting lost in his own thoughts. 

“So he’s really gone?” He asks, sounding concerned. You nod. 

“That’s what he said,” you shrug. His lips are closed right, in a thin line, and his expression becomes almost unreadable. He shakes his head, like he’s trying to physically expel some thought he doesn’t want to say out loud. And then he smiles, and it’s like Eddie’s back again. 

“Alright, well- good riddance,” he says with a grin, kissing your temple. “Let’s go sweetheart.” 

As much as Eddie tried to relax, and enjoy the summer evening, his mind kept going back to how Billy looked at you, and the way it made Eddie’s skin crawl. You’re flush against his side, sharing a plate of chips while Wayne flips burgers on the grill. Eddie’s knuckles are white from how tightly he’s gripping his beer that’s gone warm from him not even talking a sip. 

Jeff and Grant sit across from you, Gareth not too far away in a fold out lawn chair- and the four of you talk excitedly about all the plans they have for Corroded Coffin. Eddie has been zoned out for most of the conversation, but everyone is so wrapped up in their own conversations- no one seems to notice. Except you. 

Wayne’s radio sits on the front steps of the trailer, playing some oldie country that Eddie only knows because of Wayne. Gareth’s mom and dad are inside the trailer prepping, slicing tomatoes and pickles and lettuce. Jeff’s mom is talking with Wayne about their summer plans while Grant’s brother plays with Gareth’s sisters. It’s a really sweet moment. Everyone around, it’s a perfect little party. Even Mike, Dustin and Lucas seem to not be getting on Max’s nerves too much. Erica even made Eddie a graduation card. 

Eddie couldn’t even enjoy it, just seeing red thinking about that stupid smirk Billy had on his face when he looked at you. He shouldn’t be letting it get under his skin this much. Billy was gone, probably not even in Indiana anymore yet Eddie couldn’t let it go. For the first time in months, he’s incurable in his jealousy. He never dwelled on what you and Billy had before, and he hated himself for doing it now. 

You knew something was bothering Eddie all night but you couldn’t figure out what. People would crack jokes, and he would laugh, but it wouldn’t reach his eyes. Someone would try to talk to him and he’d brush it off with a short response- which was so unlike Eddie. You were concerned but also pissed. Wayne went to all this trouble to do this for him and he wasn’t even attempting to act the least bit grateful. Everyone is long gone and Wayne leaves for his overnight shift before you even say anything to Eddie. 

“What was your problem tonight?” You ask, not intending to sound so bitter. You pick up paper plates and empty cans while Eddie is wiping off the grill. He turns and looks at you, and you can immediately tell you didn’t phase that right. 

“There’s no problem,” he says, his tone bitter- feeling obviously dejected. He scoffs, not wanting to subject you to this. He knows he’s being irrational and he doesn’t want you wrapped up in it- trying to solve his problems. 

“Clearly something was wrong- you hardly said anything all night…”

“I really don’t want to talk about this.”

“So you admit something is bothering you-”

“Sweetheart, please…”

“Will you just tell me?”

“I’m pissed, okay? Are you happy? I’m pissed at fucking Billy,” Eddie finally snaps. “I hated every second that you were over there with him, okay? The way he looked at you- god, I wanted to kill him. I just- I got in my head about it because all of a sudden you’re over there with him again. I just- I just got…”

“Eddie, baby, were you jealous?” you ask, softly, a teasing smile forming on your lips. 

“It’s not funny,” he scoffs. You walk over and wrap your arms around his neck. 

“You’re sweet,” you mumble, kissing him gently. “You know you’re the only guy for me.”

He melts into your touch, and practically preens at your words. Just like that, your affectionate, sweet boyfriend is back to being putty in your arms. He smiles, pressing his lips to yours again. 

“Just love you so much,” he practically whimpers, pulling you in closer and practically dragging you into the trailer as he walks backwards, lips still connected with yours. Giggling against his lips, you let him pull you inside, his hands tugging at your hips. The screen door slams shut behind the two of you as you trip over yourselves to get to Eddie’s bedroom. 

It’s a couple of years later that it finally happens- a talent scout at the Hideout. Jeff had sent the band's demo to every label, and believe it or not, a well known label based in New York City sent someone to travel to Indiana to see Corroded Coffin perform. Eddie felt like it couldn’t be real- everything they had worked for led up to this night. Everyone was on edge, giddy with nervousness and wrecked with stress. 

You stayed with your back pressed against the bar, drink in hand as you scanned the room for the scout. You just reluctantly left Eddie so they could set up, but just knowing you were there was helping calm his nerves. He was trying to relax, trying to not put so much weight on this- but this moment would mean everything. The end of everything as he knew it. Nothing would be the same after this, no matter what the outcome. 

 If tonight goes well, and this guy likes what he sees, it means their lives, your life- will never be how it was before. Eddie can see it now- it's so clear to him. The marquees and the crowds- people knowing his name, singing his lyrics and you on his arm every step of the way.  He’d make you proud, make Wayne proud- finally feeling like his life is worth more than what everyone has always said. His best friends, they deserve this more than anyone in the world. Everything, absolutely everything is riding on this moment. He won’t blow it. 

You watched with bated breath as they took the stage. You could see how much Eddie was trying to hide his anxiousness. You’re probably the only one who can read him well enough to tell. You feel nothing but the swell of adoration in your chest as Eddie talks on the band’s behalf. You wave when his eyes find yours, and spotting you in the crowd makes Eddie instantly relax. It was all the motivation he ever needed. They played their hearts out, and it completely blew you away. 

After the show, the first thing Eddie does when the set ends is look for you. He hops off the stage and rushes to you. He wraps his arms around you tightly, burying his face in the crook of your neck before your brain can even process he’s there. The adrenaline still is coursing through his veins and you can practically feel his heart as it tries to jump out of his chest. 

“I’m so proud of you,” you mumble against his skin, kissing his head and then pulling his face in to kiss his lips. Your hands cup the sides of his jaw as you feel him relax against you. “You killed it,” you mumble excitedly, against his lips. 

Reluctantly pulling away, he knows he’s needed back with the band- he kisses you a million little times before heading back towards the stage. You see the other guys shaking hands with the scout already, and you don’t miss the way the guy smiles when he shakes Eddie’s hand. You knew at that moment, your lives would never be the same.

A/N: This is the calm before the storm babes, and don't worry- this is not the end of what we'll see with Billy. ;)

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I don't understand how people just Do things without daydreaming. like how are you not off in a silly little fantasy world rn

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Roxk star!Eddie's old highschool best friend who he hasn't been in contact with in a few years became a playboy model and he finds out after she was the centerfold of one he bought

This one was so much fun to write! @the-witty-pen-name helped me out with this one!

cw: MDNI (18+) masturbation, smut (p in v) unprotected sex (wrap it before you smack it) oral (f receiving) handjob, cum eating, use of nicknames (good boy, pretty boy, angel)

There’s nothing but sleep in Eddie’s eyes as he gets off the bus. They’ve stopped at a gas station and as he looks at his watch, it’s three in the morning. He’s exhausted from all of the tour responsibilities and it’s so hard for him to sleep on a moving vehicle so he’s struggling. He just needs something, anything to help him fall asleep.

Him and the other boys trudge into the gas station for snacks amongst other things, but what Eddie really needs is a pack of cigarettes. He’s all out and thinks that would take some of the edge off, make him feel less stressed.

And of course, they’re all out of the ones that he prefers so he just goes with the ones everyone else smokes. As he’s telling the guy behind the counter which ones he wants, he can’t help but let his eyes gravitate towards the playboy magazines that are to the left.

He knows he shouldn’t, mostly because he doesn’t want to be photographed with it if there are paps, but god, he just needs a release, something that would help him sleep tonight. And what better way to get some rest than jacking off to hot women?

So he asks for the magazine, tilting his head down so the guy doesn’t see his face. He doesn’t seem to care, though, as he grabs the one Eddie wants and throws it onto the counter before giving him his total. He throws some cash down, telling the guy to keep the charge before taking the cigarettes and the magazine and booking it to the bus before anyone can see what he’s got in his hand.

As soon as he gets into his bunk and closes the curtain, he takes a deep breath before flipping through the pages, already feeling himself getting hard as he looks at all of the scantily clad women. They’re all so hot and for a split second, he swears he sees you. God, he hasn’t seen you in what, ten years? He thinks about you a lot, though. The one who got away.

As he turns the page, he sees you again, your back to the camera as you look over your shoulder. You’re in a white corset and a pair of lacy panties that show off your ass real nicely. God, what he would give to get a hand full.

He flips to the next page, spitting into his hand before sliding into his pants, too caught up to grab his special sock. He’s already pumping as he looks at the way you’re posed, on your stomach with your legs up in the air, a very sheer nightgown showing off your bra and panties that he can barely see. God, have the years been nice to you.

And when he gets the centerfold, you’re lying there in nothing, your naked body on full display as you lie on a carpet, leaving absolutely nothing up to the imagination, he’s gotta slap his hand over his mouth to make sure no one can hear him moan.

His hand is moving so fast and he throws his blanket over him, making sure that he can’t be heard as his eyes close shut, his head tilting backwards as he imagines your hand doing the work, encouraging him as you move it up and down his cock, making him feel much better than he’s ever done for himself.

Eddie pushes his hand harder against his mouth as he’s reaching his peak, which he definitely thinks is too early, but it makes sense because of how touch starved and needy he is. And his fantasy is working for him, making him able to climax in a way he never has before.

As he’s coming down, he uses his free hand to flip the page and there you are again, sitting in a chair in a sheer babydoll dress that he so badly wishes he could take to shreds before he has his way with you.

He wants you in every position imaginable, wanting to see how far he can spread your legs as he pounds into you, wondering just how much you can take.

Getting himself off and the thoughts of you have him feeling much more tired now so he goes to the bathroom to clean himself up before heading to bed to get some of the best sleep he’s had in a while.

Eddie wakes up the next morning feeling nothing but refreshed, ready to start the day with a brand new attitude. He even wakes up early to look at your photos again. He wants to commit them to memory so he can have them in his brain so he doesn’t risk the pretty pages getting stuck together.

Once he’s ready, he’s prepared for the photo shoot they’ve got going on. It’s for a spread in a magazine, their first big one and apparently it’s going to be with a model, but they won’t say who. Part of him wants it to be you so badly, but what are the chances? His luck is never that good.

So he gets into the car that’s taking them to the studio and he’s terrified. They’ve been in a magazine and have never modeled with anyone else before. This is uncharted territory and Eddie would never admit to anyone that he’s nervous as shit.

He’s in the makeup chair, getting touch ups, anxious to see who they’re being paired up with and imagine his surprise when he sees you hugging John, the photographer. He’s sure that it’s just his imagination. It has to be. He hasn’t eaten breakfast so he must be hallucinating. That’s the only thing that makes sense in his brain.

But when you let out a gasp and your face lights as you make eye contact with him, he’s sure that it’s real. And fuck is he happy to see you. You make a beeline for him and pull him into a tight hug, sighing into his ear, unknowingly making him hard.

“Ed, it’s so good to see you!” You smile brightly. He fucking hates that nickname but he’s gonna let you call him whatever you damn well please.

“You too,” he smiles back and he’s just as hot as you remember, his hair a mess, eyeliner smoked around his eyes. He’s wearing a fishnet top over his bare torso and you take in the tattoos that cover his upper half, wanting to talk to him at length about them and what they mean. It seems like your crush on him never really faded.

He takes the time to check you out as you pull away, letting his eyes rake over your cropped band tee and tight leather shorts. Your heels make your legs look a mile long and he so desperately wants to get between them, both with his head and his-

“Alright, everyone,” the photographer claps his hands together and the five of you head over to where the backdrop is and you’re directed to stand in the middle of them, all of you lined up in a single file. And lucky you, Eddie’s standing next to you.

John is pushing his hands together as he looks at the screen on the camera, forcing you all to get closer. Eddie’s chest is pressed to yours now and while you’re playing it cool, but he looks nothing but nervous. He’s actually eating up the close proximity but he doesn’t want you to feel how hard he’s getting. And he especially doesn’t want his bandmates or anyone else involved with the shoot to see it either.

You lean into how close you are, resting your hands on his shoulders as you actually lean into him, a flirty look on your face as you look into the camera. Eddie just stares at you like he wants to eat you for lunch and you think you actually might let him.

Jeff is behind you, putting your hands on your waist like John told him to while Gareth is holding onto Eddie’s waist and Grant is behind Jeff. You’re all facing the camera except for Eddie still and his gaze is burning your skin, making you feel hot, but you still try to keep your composure, trying your hardest not to kiss him right there no matter how badly you want to.

This is supposed to be sexy but tasteful but with every shot including Eddie looking like he wants to devour you, it’s starting to look borderline pronographic so John tells Eddie that if he can’t behave, he’s going to be switched with one of the others. And no way is he going to pass this up.

You feel his cock hardening against you, almost tenting in his pants and you subtly move against it, making him squirm. His cheeks are bright pink and his mouth parts as you bring your lips to his ear, making sure to keep your voice at a volume that only he can hear.

“I can’t take care of that for you,” you whisper and he’s even harder now, a whine passing through his lips as you pull away, a devilish smirk playing on your glossy lips.

He’s about to explode if something’s not done now, so close to hurrying off to the bathroom to unload, but he can’t move, he doesn’t want to. It just feel so good being pressed up against you and he’s sure that he could stay there forever, eating up the dark look in your eyes.

A few more shots are taken and you’re all free to go, but neither of you leave, Eddie holding you close to him, mostly because he wants to stay but also because he doesn’t want anyone to see his hard on.

So you politely ask for Jeff’s jacket then help Eddie wrap it around himself so he’s concealed. Once he’s all set, you take him by the hand. He has no idea where you’re leading him but he doesn’t fucking care. He’d follow you anywhere.

You both get changed back into the clothes you came in and you take Eddie’s hand again, leading him to the car that dropped you off. You get into the backseat, sitting so close that you can smell the cigarette scent wafting off of him. Normally, that kind of thing would turn you off, but with Eddie, it doesn’t bother you as much. Especially since it’s mixed with his musky cologne, making it all work.

He’s trying everything in his power to not think about you in that way so he won’t be hard anymore, but it’s proving to be difficult when you’re sitting next to him in your new outfit, the short denim shorts and the crop top that makes the bottom of your black bra visible. If he was more confident, he’d get a handful, but he doesn’t want to do that with the driver right there.

The drive to the bus isn’t that long. Eddie thinks that the best place for the two of you to spend time because he knows the others will want to be elsewhere. He’s actually itching to be alone with you, to talk about everything and nothing as you curl up together in his bunk after what he’s sure is going to be the best sex of his life.

He lets you go up the steps first, the gentleman he is and shameless stares at your ass that’s practically hanging out of your shirts, still wanting to get a handful for himself as he kisses yout stupid. God, he wants you so badly that it’s actually getting pathetic and he doesn’t care how badly he needs to beg because he’s not above it. He wants to be your good boy.

He’s so desperate to have you right now but he’s going to be patient, waiting for you to make the first move. Mostly because he’s scared that he’s going to come on too strong and he’d kick himself if he scared off the one who got away.

So he lets you make your way through the bus and when you pull back the curtain to his bunk, his cheeks are now a bright red when he spots the magazine, hoping that you’ll just ignore it. But because he has the worst luck in the world, of course that’s the first thing you notice.

You reach for it and Eddie’s sweating bullets, for whatever reason getting paranoid that you’ll know that he jacked off to your photos last night. He doesn’t want you to know even though that’s a very normal thing to do and he shouldn’t feel shame for it.

You flip through the pages as you climb up into his bunk, patting the spot next to you as you get to the centerfold, seemingly knowing exactly what page it’s on. You stare at it for a second before turning to Eddie, a smirk playing on your lips.

“Did you know I’d be in here?” You ask as he’s settling in next to you and he shakes his head.

“I had no idea. It was a nice surprise.” Your gaze moves back to the page as your hand rests on his thigh, slowly sliding up until you get to his crotch. You turn to him again, closing the magazine and tossing it aside, giving him your full attention.

“Did you…get off to my photos?” His cheeks are now bright red and that’s the only answer you need. You lean towards him, your palm pressing into his crotch and his breath is getting heavy as your lips are inching towards his. “That’s hot,” you tell him and in an instant, your lips are on his as you begin palming his crotch, a whine escaping his mouth which gives you the perfect opportunity to stick your tongue inside.

He’s lying back onto the mattress and you straddle him, grinding against him just slow enough to tease him. He’s already moaning into your mouth, his hands tangling in your hair as he’s progressively getting more needy, more desperate.

“What did you fantasize about?” You ask, your lips moving down to his jaw, giving it a nip which causes him to whine yet again. “Was it me or the other girls too?”

“J-just you,” he stutters. “I-you’re so hot and I was thinking about all the positions I could get you in.”

“Oh, I’m very flexible,” you mumble against his skin and you swear you can hear him whimper. Good. He’s right where you want him, being such a good boy for you. “What else, baby?” You’re now sucking on his neck and it feels so good, so delicious that he could just lie here for hours and be satisfied.

“I-I imagined you giving me a handjob,” he continues, a little more confident now but you can still hear a bit of the nervousness in your voice.

“Oh, that can be arranged,” you kiss his neck gently before pulling away, unbuttoning his pants as you get off of him, pushing his jeans and his boxers down just enough to whip his cock out. “I knew it was big,” you smirk before spitting into your hand and grabbing hold of the base, pushing your hand up and down, watching Eddie come completely undone beneath your touch.

He lets out a loud moan and that only encourages you, moving even faster as he grabs onto the bedding underneath him, his knuckles turning white. He’s sweating, so embarrassed that he’s already close even though you’ve barely done anything. It just feels so good and he can’t seem to get enough.

You’re pumping harder and faster, feeling yourself getting even more wet as you watch his movements, his eyes shutting tight as moan after moan falls from his lips.

You watch cum leak out as he orgasms, letting it course through it as he’s practically screaming in pleasure, now begging for you to fuck him like the pathetic man he is. You’ve clearly made a mess of him and you’re ready to do it all over again.

You lean down and bring the tip into your mouth, cleaning up his mess with your tongue, teasing him with a little suck just to hear that whimper again. He watches you swirl your tongue and feels like he’s going to come again just by seeing it.

You swallow before taking off your shirt and pulling his pants and boxers completely off, watching him stare at your chest that’s pushed up thanks to your bra. You purposely push it in front of his face to tease him and he pulls you down on top of him, kissing and nipping at your exposed skin, slowly sliding his hands up your back to the clasp and undoing it with ease.

Once it’s off and thrown somewhere in his bunk, he’s kissing wherever he can get his lips, being so gentle, his kisses featherlight like he’s afraid to just go for it. You lie on your back and let him go for it, doing whatever he wants to you.

“Do whatever you want, baby,” you sigh and he stops, pulling away from you completely, his brows pinching together in confusion.

“I don’t know what I want. Tell me what to do. I just want to be a good boy.”

“Okay, then be a good boy and eat me out.” You don’t have to tell him twice as he’s unbuttoning your shorts and pulling them and your panties down and tossing them behind him. He then hopes out of the bunk, so grateful that no one is there as he grabs hold of your ankle and turns you so you’re facing him.

He spreads your legs wide to get a good look at what he’s working with, a man on a mission as he hooks your legs over his shoulders, going straight in as you remove the hair tie from your wrist and pull his hair back with it before leaning back against the mattress.

You’re balling it in your fists as he goes straight for your clit, licking and sucking like he’s done this to you plenty of times before. Eddie’s a fucking munch so he knows what the fuck he’s doing, how to please a woman with his mouth even though it’s been a while since he’s done so.

This is easily the best head you’ve ever received and he’s barely even done anything yet. He knows exactly what you need without even asking, his teeth biting down on your slit hard and when you moan, he knows he’s doing it right.

He pulls you forward, fingers digging into your ass cheeks as he’s now eating your cunt like a man starved, desperate and hungry, his teeth biting down even harder, your heels digging into his back as you moan again, balling the bedding underneath you even tighter in your hands as you moan again and again as he continues.

His tongue pushes inside you and that’s when you feel like you’re close, seeing stars as his tongue fucks you again and again until you’re orgasming, your hands tangling in his hair, pulling it free from the hair tie as he pulls away, licking what slick he can away from his face, wanting to savor every bit because you just taste so good.

“Fuck,” you breathe as Eddie climbs back into the bunk, staring at you with dark eyes that show you that he still wants more. You stay like that for a minute while you try to catch your breath before you’re pushing him back down against the mattress, your lips finding his in a sloppy kiss, sticking your tongue into his mouth to finally know what you taste like.

Eddie’s mimicking you, kissing you back with the exact same energy, letting you pull his shirt over his head before you pin him to the mattress, topping him before leaning down and kissing him again before moving up and down on his cock, watching him be hypnotized by the way your tits are bouncing, the way you’re moving.

He’s never been so attracted to anyone in his life and he honestly can’t believe that you’re here right now, fucking him and looking so hot doing it. You’re doing everything he likes and you have such a filthy mouth. The whole thing is working for him and he hates that this is only going to be a one time thing but he’s grateful for what you’re giving him.

“That’s it. That’s my good boy,” you tell him as he’s bucking his hips against yours. “Now tell me, where did you learn to eat pussy like that? Swear to god best head of my life. You can do that anytime your want.”

“I-I don’t know,” he says. “I feel like I’ve just always known.”

“Well, I guess I’ll just have to repay you later,” you wink as you pick up the pace, Eddie following your lead. “I’m pretty sure that you’re going to be the one who won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

“Ease up, angel, I’ve got a show tomorrow.”

“Angel,” you repeat as you’re moving even faster now, fucking him so hard that you’re sure he’s about to bust any second now. “Say it again.”

“Angel,” he repeats with a goofy grin and yours matches his.

“Again, slower this time.”

“Angel,” he says one more time, just like you want him to and you’re grinning now.

“Ugh, you always know exactly what to say to make me wet, don’t you, pretty boy?” He’s close and you know it, watching his eyes practically roll into the back of his head as your new nickname rolls off of his tongue.

“Shit, shit, shit, angel,” he breathes as he reaches his orgasm, still bucking against you again and again until he’s bottoming out inside you and you don’t even care that he’s not pulling out, wanting him to stay as long as he likes.

You stay there for a while, letting him catch his breath before getting off of him and pulling the covers over the both of you before cuddling into his chest.

“That’s my good boy,” you tell him, pressing a kiss to his lips, watching him fall into a peaceful sleep and you’re not far behind him, hoping that he’ll ask you to accompany him at his show in the morning.

[munsonsmixtapes]

So, Slugger is getting attention again and I do have another part of the series planned. I know I haven’t posted a part since July but I still wanted to ask.

[munsonsmixtapes]

Can y’all please send me some rockstar!Eddie requests??

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Gotta Get Home to My Girl

rockstar!eddie x fem!reader

Eddie is never able to shut the fuck up about you.

The boys take their seats and everyone besides Eddie are mentally preparing themselves for what they know is to come. But how long is it going to take this time? The most recent record for how quickly Eddie was able to mention you in a sentence without being asked was less than a minute. 

“Oh, y/n has those shoes,” he’d said as soon as the interviewer sat down. She just nodded and then got him talking about you for the next five minutes. 

And that’s the thing, he uses your first name and everyone just knows who he’s talking about. He uses your name and “my girl” interchangeably and it’s assumed who he’s talking about. 

The guys love you, of course they do, how could they not? But that man will never ever fucking shut up about you so it’s gotten to a point where if he brings you up first, he’s got to put a fiver in the jar that they’ve brought along with them. 

The promo tour for their new album has barely even started and now there’s almost two hundred dollars in there because he can’t keep his fucking mouth shut. 

But that’s not stopping Eddie at all. He’s happily paying the money and will continue to talk about you as much as he damn well pleases. 

He just can’t help it. He loves you so much that he thinks that everyone wants to hear about you just as much as he wants to talk about you, not even noticing if they aren’t interested because he’s so caught up in gushing or bragging about you. He’s so down bad and doesn’t even care about how much of a simp he comes off as. 

You’re his girl, the thing that he thinks about all the time. No matter what’s going on, there’s going to be something that inevitably reminds him of you so he’s gotta mention because he’s certain that everyone wants to know. 

It’s gotten so bad that there are multiple compilations of him yapping away about you for however many minutes and the thing is, every single one has millions of views and that majority of comments are positive except for a select few that aren’t so nice. But that’s every video about anything, isn’t it? 

And the funny thing is, he knows that you watch them. Especially when you miss him and can’t speak to him at that moment. Because the love that he has for you is absolutely reciprocated and you know you’d be the same if the roles were reversed and you were the famous one. The multiple years that you’ve been together have all been one big honeymoon phase and neither of you care that people are rolling your eyes, saying that it’s cringey. Because deep down, you know that they’re just jealous. 

“I like your shirt,” the interviewer compliments and Eddie looks down, smiling at the shirt once he recognizes what it is. It’s one of the many band t-shirts he wears often. 

“Oh, thank you,” he smirks and just by seeing it, the boys know exactly what he’s going to say. “It belongs to my girl.” When he’s packing to go away, he makes sure that you throw in a few of your own shirts, making sure to spray them with your perfume so he can smell it when he especially misses you. 

“Do you share clothes often?” She asks and Eddie’s smile widens as the boys are shaking their heads. There goes another five dollars. It’s such easy money. 

“Oh, all the time,” Eddie nods. “Especially when I’m away. I like having a piece of her everywhere I go.” He’s actually counting down the hours until he can see you tonight, having trouble sitting still, like an excited puppy who can’t wait to see its owner. 

“That’s so sweet,” she replies, her smile matching Eddie’s. “So, let’s talk about the album.”

“Yes, let’s,” Gareth speaks up, nudging Eddie in the arm. That is the reason why they’re there, isn’t it? 

Eddie’s actually on his best behavior throughout the entire interview, not mentioning you again until the singular song about you that’s on the album is mentioned. He talks about it for the rest of the interview, which is actually only five minutes, but he could easily talk about it for hours. Well, he could talk about anything involving you for that long. 

They get on a plane after that and Eddie’s going through everything like it’s a race. TSA is so quick and boarding the plane goes by in a flash. He blinks and he’s grabbing his luggage from the baggage claim. When he blinks again, he’s in a cab on the way to the apartment that the two of you share. 

He’s now going up the elevator and as soon as the doors open on the correct floor, he’s running to the door with his suitcase dragging behind him. He doesn’t care if it’s close to midnight and all of his neighbors are probably sleeping. He’s got to get to you as quickly as possible. 

He unlocks the door and as soon as he steps inside, he sees you in the kitchen, making something on the stove. When you turn around, your face lights up and you immediately drop your spoon in the pot, making a beeline over to Eddie. 

He scoops you up into his arms and your legs wrap around his waist as you bury your face into his neck. You’re squeezing each other tight and he’s giggling as you pepper his face with kisses like you always do when he comes home. It’s his favorite part of the whole thing. 

“I missed you,” you tell him as sets you back on your feet, pulling him in for a kiss. His lips are cold because of the temperature outside but he knows you’ll warm him up with a cuddle. 

“Missed you too, baby,” he sighs as you take him by the hand and lead him into the kitchen where you’ve got dinner waiting for him. You pile the pasta into a bowl and hand it to him along with a bottle of his favorite beer. 

After you’ve both eaten, you head to your bedroom where you both get dressed for bed and climb into it, cuddling up under the covers, telling each other about what you did while away from each other while a rerun of your favorite show plays on the tv. And it’s there that Eddie decides that there’s nowhere he’d rather be. He’s got his girl and that’s all he’ll ever need for the rest of his life. 

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This was so fucking good as always, ma’am!! Rockstar!Eddie will always reign supreme!

Video Girl

Modern AU

Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Youtuber!F!Reader

Summary: Eddie stumbled across your YouTube channel when you posted a review about Corroded Coffin’s newest album. Now, he’s binged all your videos and your channel has become his “comfort channel” that he has on all the time while he’s feeling lonely on tour. When they’re invited to perform at a convention he wonders if he’ll finally get the chance to meet you.

Word Count: 7.5k

Warnings: pining; fluff; angst; cyber-bulling/mean comments directed towards reader; kissing; slowish burn; eddie absolutely down bad; substance use; cursing

A/N: he convention is essentially VidCon- I’ve never been to VidCon or any other type of convention before. I have no idea what I’m really talking about but this is like my best guess as an outsider as to how conventions like these may look? Sorry in advance. I really loved the idea of the reader being a content creator but I don’t know the details on how being a creator at a con would work haha I did my best. 

Eddie falls asleep every night to the sound of your voice. 

When the tour bus is driving overnight as they head to the next city, he rests his phone on the wall of his bunk, watching YouTube videos with the volume low as he tries to drift off. One of your videos had played as a recommendation automatically and he was too tired to turn off his phone. He laid on his stomach, too tired to move but still not fully asleep. 

“Hey everyone,” you smiled, offering a wave to your video's viewers. “I’m really excited for this video- it’s been literally requested non-stop since my last Corroded Coffin video-”

The mention of the band, makes his ears perk and he opens his eyes again- suddenly not as tired as he just was a second ago. You’re holding up a copy of the band’s newest vinyl and talking about how this video will be your live reaction to listening to it for the first time. 

Eddie usually doesn’t watch or pay attention to reviewers- he doesn’t really care for typical critics. However, he just ended up watching it. He smiles to himself as you excitedly tear the plastic to open your vinyl, and you show your viewers a tour of the record sleeve, the photos inside, everything visual. You beam excitedly at the included square posters and the book with the lyrics. You hold up one of the posters. 

“Literally the hottest guy I think I’ve ever seen,” You smile bashfully, the poster showing Eddie playing his guitar at one of their shows. Eddie can’t help but blush. “You guys already know, Eddie Munson is my celebrity crush- has been for like years… ever since the EP came out like what? 6 years ago? He’s gorgeous. Anyways…” You get back on topic, focusing on talking about the visuals and the album's concepts. You provide your own opinions and interpretations and Eddie can’t help but just really appreciate how much you appreciate all of the effort the band put into every aspect of the album. 

Eddie can’t help as his whole chest swells with pride with each of your reactions. You practically jump out of your seat with excitement at the riffs, the way you head bang to the drum solos, the way you pause and take your time to absorb lyrics. It’s so endearing. He’s smiling to himself as you go on excitedly. 

From that moment, he watched everything you posted. Your channel was a bit eclectic- album reviews, gaming, vlogs… he watched everything. Your vlogs were probably his favorite. When he’s in his bunk winding down, it kind of feels like being on FaceTime with a friend. He loves watching just the normalcy of your life compared to his. Sometimes, his heart aches for simplicity like that. He can picture himself there, sitting with you in your car after you went through the drive through, taking you to the bookstore, helping you cook. He wishes he could have something like that. 

“Holy shit guys,” you smile, you cover your face with your free hand while you hold your phone. Using his burner account, Eddie is watching your most recent TikTok that’s been reposted to your Instagram story. You show a paparazzi photo that’s been taken of Eddie recently, you zoom in and show that under his flannel and his jacket, he’s wearing your merch. “Eddie Fucking Munson is wearing my merch! My merch! Shit, this can’t be real. That’s my shirt!” 

Eddie recognizes where that photo was taken almost immediately. He’s walking out of the hotel they stayed in last weekend after their shows in Toronto. He and the other guys were leaving out the back entrance, thinking they’d be safe from view. Of course, there was a pap with a long lens. 

He’d been up all night, and he looked like it. His hair was even more unruly than usual, he was sporting dark under eyes, and he was wearing the clothes he went to bed in- old sweats and your shirt. He was embarrassed to have a photo of him like that circling around the internet. No matter how often it happens, he can never get used to it. It always sucks. 

But right now, you are so happy and it’s all Eddie can focus on. You’re smiling so wide, and he’s the reason for it. Your eyes are big with excitement and it’s like your joy is jumping off his phone screen directly into his chest. He couldn’t even care less about the picture now, or how he looks. It doesn’t matter. He’s just happy watching you be happy. All of his initial worries just melt away as you talk to the camera. 

“I can’t even wrap my head around that one- Eddie Munson knows I exist. And two, he’s watched my videos? Jesus Christ, I don’t know if I’m more excited or embarrassed,” you flush. Eddie chuckles. He likes the story and puts his phone down so he can focus. Later on, the same warm feelings bubble up again when he sees that you tweeted that since that photo began to circulate, you’ve gained thousands of new followers and that your tshirt completely sold out on your site. You tweet at him directly thanking him. He screenshots it. 

Eddie originally wasn’t thrilled about the band going to perform at a convention right in the middle of their break on the tour. A beautiful month of doing nothing now suddenly interrupted. However, when you post that you’re going- he doesn’t mind so much anymore. 

Apprehension clouds his mind once he starts to think about it too much. You’ll probably think he’s a freak- some creepy stalker if he ever admits to you how much he watches your content. Despite you saying many times that he’s your celebrity crush, he can’t imagine living up to any sort of idea of him that you have in your head. He’ll fall short, you’ll reject him, and he’ll never be able to live it down. It’ll break him. 

You’re a nervous wreck as you look over the schedule- your eyes narrowing on the line-up of live performances. How in the hell did the convention center manage to book Corroded Coffin? You haven’t been able to think about anything except Eddie Munson since your friend had sent you that photo. Your mind races with questions. You want to know how many videos he’s seen- has he seen the ones where you essentially make a fool of yourself talking about him? Does he even know who you are or is it someone else’s shirt? Is he a subscriber? You can’t even fathom that you exist in the timeline where one of the biggest stars on the rise in some capacity knew of your existence.You can’t even think straight. 

Fans are screaming outside the convention center as the band arrives in a large black SUV. Eddie’s palms are sweating, and he is more nervous than he thought he’d be. The anxious feeling he’s experiencing has nothing to do with the crowd, the cameras, the performance- it’s all because of you. Looking at the building they will shortly be escorted into, all he can think about is how you’re here- after the months of pining from behind the security of his phone, he’s going to be at the same place as you. He can’t let the opportunity to meet you pass him by. 

Jeff and Gareth shove him to pay attention when he doesn’t look up from his phone when the car finally stops. They exchange a knowing look that Eddie deos his best to ignore. He got wrapped up in photos of you- watching your story as you post selfies with your friends as you’re walking around the convention center. Your smile is infectious to him. He resolved a while ago it was the prettiest he’s ever seen, coming to terms with the fact that he's helplessly smitten. He tucks  his phone securely into the pocket of his jeans, and follows quickly behind his bandmates as they are ushered into the building safely. 

“Corroded Coffin just got here,” your friend squeals, as she shows you a livestream someone is taking from outside. You watch Eddie on the screen as he quickly walks into the building. He’s wearing the goddamn shirt again. Your face feels overwhelmingly hot as this begins to feel all too real. He waves to fans with a goofy, wide smile- sticking out his tongue and throwing up the devil’s horns with one of his hands. You watch his laughter and it makes your heart ache. 

He looks good. You’d think he’d look silly with the pink shirt but he looks so undeniably hot. He’s wearing black ripped jeans, heavy boots, and your baby pink shirt with the sleeves cuffed accentuating his tattoos. Your channel’s name is splayed across the expanse of his chest and you swear you short circuit. It’s only then that you fully allow yourself to admit that Eddie Munson not only knows that you exist- and he’s a fan. 

Your friends chatter excitedly, freaking out about the situation- because duh. Who wouldn’t be? You can’t even think because your heart is beating so incredibly loud and fast, and adrenaline is making your head throb. It’s a sensory overload, and you feel like you can’t wrap your head around it. You physically shake your head to try to subside the feeling. You needed to be on- you had to finish setting up your booth, be ready to meet people who subscribed to you. You couldn’t let yourself get bogged down by this, at least not yet. 

You hurried to get your table ready- tablecloth with your logo displayed on the front, merch folded into neat piles, your business cards in a small tray. Your channel name was displayed on a banner behind you that you had made to match. Your friends helped you set up the portable POS system as you set up a rack that you filled with your stickers. You didn’t really care if people bought anything, you were just excited to meet the people you’ve interacted with online since you started your channel. 

Understandably, a lot of people who approached your table immediately started asking you about Eddie. It was a lot of the same questions over and over but you didn’t mind that so much. They all had asked the same things you had been asking yourself- and you wanted to know the answers as badly as they seemed to. 

“No, no. I haven’t met him.”

“No, I didn’t know he watched my videos.”

“Yeah, it’s really crazy.”

“No, I didn’t send PR.”

“Yeah, no. I didn’t pay him to wear it.” 

Eddie anxiously shook his leg, trying to figure out if he could sneak away. Unfortunately, most instances- it feels like his time isn’t his own. He wishes he could just walk around with Jeff and Gareth, but there’s no way to safely do that. Everything needs to be planned out, timed out and they always need security. He doesn’t want to complain- it’s that everything needs to be a thing. He can’t just go up and talk to a girl. He needs to tell his security, who also needs to coordinate with the building security. It needs to be added to the timeline of the day. Before he knows it, there’s like fifteen moving pieces that need to be put in place so he can walk up to you. 

He knows it’s easier to just ask for you to be brought to him. He feels like that’s cheating. He’s the fan- he’s the one wanting the experience of meeting you. It makes him feel icky- sending buff intimidating security guys to ask you to follow them blindly- taking you away from the fun and people just so he can say hello? Makes him feel like he’d look like a douchebag. He understands it needs to be you in your world- he doesn’t want you to be the one who feels out of place. But then on the other hand, he’s drawing all this attention towards him and inadvertently to you if he does this. He worries about the scene he’s inevitably going to cause and he hopes you don’t resent him for it. 

It’s towards the end of day one. Most attendees are making their way over to the auditorium for some of the other live performances. Since Eddie figured most people would be heading to that while the vendors were getting ready to partially break down their booths, it might be the perfect time to walk around. It ended up working out more perfectly than Eddie would have hoped. 

Jeff and Gareth wanted to check out the other acts that were performing, so they went to go watch the concert. Eddie was able to walk around the near empty convention halls with his head of security following a couple of steps behind. He can see you in the distance. He feels warmth bubble up as he just observes your actions briefly from a short distance.

You’re packing up your merchandise and putting them into boxes, tucking them under your table to keep it out of the way until tomorrow. Three teenage girls cautiously approach you and you immediately stop everything to offer each of them a hug. You smile and chat with them- taking your time to ask them questions and thank them for talking to you. You ask them if you can take a picture with them and they nod enthusiastically. You wrap your arms around them like you’ve known them forever as your friend offers to take the picture. You hug them all again, sincerely thanking them for coming over to talk to you. 

Without needing him to ask, his security lets him approach you on his own. He stands far enough back that Eddie can feel independent but still close enough he can jump in if he needs to interfere. Eddie’s been racking his brain all day for the best thing to say to you when he finally gets to meet you. Of course, he has nothing. He’s so nervous and he’s praying to God that you won’t be able to tell. 

“Hey,” he says shyly as he approaches. He walks with his hands stuffed in his back pockets. 

Your eyes widen in surprise, though you guess you shouldn’t be that surprised. You try your best to play it cool, but you're not sure you’re pulling it off well at all. 

“Nice shirt,” you comment, with a smile. 

“I’m Eddie,” he introduces himself. He’s so shy, not at all like how you'd expect him to be. You can’t help but find it endearing. You introduce yourself too. 

“I, uh, I just wanted to tell you that I love you videos,” he compliments bashfully. “I think I’ve seen them all- I’m a big fan.” 

“Thank you- um, same. I mean, I’m a big fan of yours too. Not of myself, obviously,” you ramble, “Your music! Not videos, but yes- I also love your music videos…” 

“Thanks,” he replies, and you’re relieved to be cut off before you embarrass yourself further. “Listen, um, I wanted to ask- could we get a picture together?”

You straighten your posture and nod enthusiastically. “Oh, yeah- of course,” you reply. You go to smooth out your hair, and tug at the hem of your shirt. 

“You look great,” he insists and you feel flush at his compliments. You feel giddy, as he casually wraps his arm around your shoulders. He holds up his phone, making sure you're both in frame. You both smile and he snaps a picture of the two of you. 

“Do- do you mind sending it to me?” You ask. 

“Here,” he offers his phone to you, “Do you want to just send it to yourself?” You’re stunned. He’s trusting you with his phone? You text the selfie to yourself, and hand it back. 

“Thanks,” you smile. 

“Are you going to the concert?” He asks, “I was going to meet Jeff and Gareth… do you want to come with me?”

“My friends are waiting for me..,” you say, and you’re a little disappointed to have to say no to him. “We’re supposed to meet up there actually.” 

“Well, you can just have them meet us at the box if you want,” he shrugs nonchalantly. He hears his security sigh but he couldn’t care less. 

“If that won’t be too much trouble,” you insist. He shrugs it off. 

“Nah, don’t even worry about it,” he’s doing his best to be nonchalant. “What do you think?” He asks hopefully. 

“Yeah! I’ll text them, they’ll freak out,” you smile. You lean over to the security guy. “In like a normal way, they are harmless. The worst thing they’ll be is maybe loud. I swear.” 

The man offers a closed lip smile and nods. 

*** 

“It was just hanging out,” Eddie argues exhausted. He slumped in his seat and crossed his arms. The band’s publicist scoffs, pushing her phone across the table. 

“No, it’s not,” she chastises, “first, you wear the shirt. The pink tshirt was great- did wonderful; the public really liked it. But, then you wear this shirt again at a public event where it was confirmed this person would be in attendance. Then, you’re photographed with this girl and you didn’t think there’d be speculation? You’ve essentially confirmed a relationship.” 

“Wearing a fucking tshirt and posting a selfie confirms a relationship?” He retorts. 

“Not in normal circumstances, but you already know that there’s never normal circumstances.” 

“We’re not together.” 

“Eddie, this isn’t about lecturing you. Stop acting like a spoiled little kid. This isn’t about you- this is about everything you’ve built and accomplished; your band mates and their careers. It’s about all the people you employ. You can sit here and act like your actions don’t have consequences- and this isn’t about whether or not she’s a good person, or if you are or aren’t dating- it’s about thinking about the impact you have and why it’s so important to think about and plan these things.” 

“Literally no one would have anything to worry about. Her reputation is spotless, she does charity fundraisers, she makes YouTube videos about Stardew Valley for Christsake.”

“This time? Sure, but this isn’t the first time you’ve been reckless Eddie. You can’t deny you’ve done worse- this is just the newest thing.” 

“Jesus…”

“It’s better for optics when the three of you appear single.” 

“What the hell? We aren’t even dating! We hung out once.” 

“Eddie…”

“You’re telling me that people lose their jobs and no one buys our albums if I go out on a date?” 

“It’s gradual Eddie..  have you even given any thought on how this is going to affect her? The microscope you put her under? The swarm of crazed fans, angry and jealous and spiteful that it’s not them… you’ve sent the poor girl out to slaughter.” 

He recoils, shrinking further into the chair. Had it been that selfish and thoughtless? He didn’t imagine anything this upsetting could happen. He does feel like shit now- he didn’t think about how this attention would affect you. Maybe he had been blinded by his own infatuation. It’s not fair to you. He wanted to see you again, but maybe now he thinks he shouldn’t. You were so sweet, he thinks back on that day. He couldn’t imagine anyone hating you, or wanting to inflict that kind of pain his publicist is talking about. 

He looks at the pictures she’s trying to show him. The both of you chatting near her table- obviously taken from a distance and zoomed in. He’s blushing looking at you- of course he was. You’re both smiling, looking at each other and not paying attention to anything else. Then, photos taken of the concert. Sitting next to each other, legs brushed up against each other as you chat- completely ignoring the show. He’s leaning in close so he can hear you speak. Then, you’re standing next to each other, cheering and clapping for the performance. Well, more so that you’re applauding the artist, and Eddie is standing next to you- looking at you like a lovesick idiot. It’s painfully obvious that he’s into you. Now, he’s more worried if you picked up on that than anything else. And if he wasn’t anymore obvious in his body language, just to really drive the point home- he was wearing the pink t-shirt on top of everything else. 

“This is just the one post ET made about it,” she says, opening the comment section for him. “Look at the comments- this was posted an hour ago.” 

He can do much better kind of sad actually 

Mid 

She is so annoying

They both make me sick 

She’s not even that pretty 

Who even is she gross 

Why is she even there

It's obvious she’s just using him to grow her channel 

Eddie blink twice if you need help

Clout chaser 

Hundreds of comments like that kept pouring in. Of course, for every negative comment there were hundreds of positive- but Eddie couldn’t help but focus on the hateful things people were saying about you. He wanted to reply to every one of them and defend you. Who were these faceless, nameless assholes with nothing better to do? 

***

You had posted a vlog about your experience at the convention- completely leaving Eddie or anything Corroded Coffin out. You shared videos of you meeting subscribers, and you meeting your favorite creators. You shared fun videos of your friends and you trying the convention center food. However, as you should’ve expected, all of the comments were about Eddie. On your little corner of the internet, your following was overwhelmingly positive and supportive. Occasionally, you saw a comment that was obviously left by someone who sought out your channel after the pictures were posted- but otherwise, you were fine. 

You figured you’d be better off not to go looking for the negativity because you knew for sure you’d find it. Blocking and deleting is very easy to do, you decided a long time ago when you started your channel. You’re used to the occasional hate comment, and you haven’t checked your social media notifications on other platforms in so long. You were impressing yourself with how you’d handled the situation honestly. You figured you’d just stay offline for a few days and everything would mellow and go back to normal. You grossly underestimated the persistent attention that would soon hit you. 

When you tried to live stream for your most recent let’s play, you ended up deciding to end the stream way earlier than you usually would. You anticipated people joining to ask about Eddie or ask about the photos, but you underestimated the influx of viewers you’d receive. Your moderators weren’t able to keep up and the stream was completely overrun with spam comments and hate. You usually stream for a few hours but this happened about a half an hour into your live, and you decided to shut it down. You needed to regroup. You were startled- it was unexpected to say the least. You weren’t sure where to go from here. Almost immediately after you ended the live stream, you got a text. 

You okay?

Eddie had been watching? 

Yeah, I’m okay. That was just a lot. I didn’t know what to do. 

I’m sorry. It’s my fault. 

Nothing is your fault. You don’t need to apologize. I appreciate you checking in.

Of course sweetheart 

Sweetheart? You could squeal- just collapse on your bed and kick your feet. You wanted to just scream into your pillow. It was like that one text canceled out all the bullshit you just had to deal with. Thousands of people can comment that they hate you all day long, but you are the one he’s texting. You're the one he just called sweetheart. 

While you’re trying to decide how to respond, your phone begins to vibrate. He’s calling you. Your heart leaps and your stomach excitedly ties itself in knots. You hadn’t spoken to him since a couple of weeks ago at the convention. You gathered the courage to answer right before the call would get sent to voicemail. 

“Hey,” you answer, trying to sound casual. 

“Hey,” he replies. 

Eddie’s on the tour bus- he’s in another time zone that’s a few hours ahead of yours. He can hear Jeff snoring in the bunk under his and he’s sure Gareth must also be asleep. He pulled the draw curtain to muffle his talking, but he still wants to keep his voice down. 

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” He asked. “How are you holding up?” He winces. He hates that this is a thing. He resents that something like this would happen to you and he feels incredibly guilty. He did this to you, and you never asked for it. 

“I’m good- really,” you insist. “I’m just logging off. I think I just want to deal with it all tomorrow.” 

“I wanted to call you way sooner than this,” he admits, scratching the back of his neck nervously before he starts to lay down. “I’m sorry I didn’t- I really wanted to, but I don’t know- I sort of convinced myself you’d want nothing to do with me after all of this press and attention.”

“I do feel like I’m under a microscope a little bit,” you giggle, “But that has nothing to do with you. I was hoping you’d call. I’m glad you did.” 

“Our publicist isn’t too happy with me,” he explains. “Nothing to do with you-” he quickly makes sure to explain, “She just likes to plan out everything and she gets mad when I go rogue.” 

“So it was a publicity stunt?” You gasp, faking shock. “I’m kidding,” you reassure him and you smile when you hear him laugh. 

“Trust me, it was the complete opposite,” he reiterates. “Listen,” he takes a deep breath, “I really want to see you again.”

“I’d really like that.”

“Good,” he replies, and he punches the air victoriously for no one but himself. “What are you doing next weekend?”

“I’m not doing anything,” you say teasingly, “but aren’t you playing like back to back shows in Indianapolis?” 

“Fly out and meet me,” he proposes, “Come to a show and we can hang out after. We’re playing Thursday, Friday, Saturday- come to the Saturday show. Bring your friends if you want- there’s probably going to be an afterparty of some sort. Be my date. If you still can tolerate me after that, we can hang out on Sunday and do the whole like real date thing- I know this great breakfast place…” 

You bite your lip, of course you want to say yes. What girl wouldn’t? The guy whose poster is literally on your wall is calling you and wanting to whisk you away for a weekend. 

“Are you okay being seen with me?” you ask hesitantly, “Are we adding fuel to the fire, if we do this?”

“I guess so,” Eddie sighs, “but to be entirely honest- I don’t give a shit at all what people are going to say. I just care about you- I want to get to know you and see where this goes. That’s all that matters.” 

“I’ve liked you for a really long time,” he goes on to confess, “Listen, I’ve had like a really stupidly big embarrassing crush on you since like the first time I saw one of your videos. I don’t need any convincing- I know I want this. But like weird parasocial, celebrity crush feelings aside, I started to like you even more after I met you. To me, seeing if this goes anywhere is worth it. I don’t mind putting up with the attention if I get to spend more time with you.” 

“But,” he continues, “I know it’s asking a lot of you- and I know this isn’t easy. And you have to deal with so much added pressure. I fully signed up for the paparazzi and the crazy fans, it comes with doing what I love. I signed on that dotted line a while ago. I gave up my privacy and my anonymity, you know? You don’t have to be a part of that- it’s too much of me to ask of anyone.” 

“Can I think about it?” You ask and you bite your lip.

“Of course, sweetheart,” he reassures you, and you're so happy to hear he doesn’t sound upset or disappointed. You can tell he’s being genuine at putting your comfort first. “Here’s what I’m gonna do, text me your email if you’re okay with that- I’ll send you the plane tickets.”

“I can-”

“Nope. It’s my insane idea for a first date- I’m asking you out, so I pay,” he insists. “Look, if you decide not to use them, I’ll make sure it’s taken care of. Don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of everything. Please don’t feel like you have to use them, I know this is a big ask. It’s ridiculous. But I think you’re worth it.”

“I will think about it,” you say sincerely, “I don’t want to rush into anything. I just need a bit of time.”

“You can have all the time you need, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere until you say the word.” 

***

Eddie has resolved that you aren’t coming to the show tonight. He hasn’t heard from you since that phone call, and he’s realized he probably scared you away. He knows he can be dramatic, and he falls into things too quickly, and he’s convinced he’s ruined his chances with you. He’s heartbroken. 

But the show must go on. 

Despite feeling completely devastated, he still gives the show his all. No one would tell he was going through something to look at him. He was giving all his energy, giving the crowd back exactly what they were giving him. He could do it. 

You kept telling yourself over and over again to just play it cool. You tried not to lose it in the back of the Uber in bumper to bumper traffic. You watched the numbers crawl by minute by minute on your phone, knowing which song in the setlist you were missing next. You worried when the venue security questioned the legitimacy of your passes, questioning you until you felt dizzy. You finally made it as the band was finishing up one of your favorites. So relieved you made it before the end, you couldn’t find it in you to care that you missed it. You hung back, and followed the instructions of the tech crew carefully so you wouldn’t be in the way. You let yourself take a deep breath. You made it. 

“Miss, do you mind waiting in the dressing room after this song?” Someone asked you, “The show’s finale has some flames and other large visual effects. It’s a liability to have you back here.” 

Understanding, you nod and you promise to make your way there. As the song finished up, another crew member found you and brought you to a security guard, who then escorted you to a room with “TALENT” marked in bold on the door- a piece of plain paper with CORRODED COFFIN taped underneath. He held the door open for you and you thanked him, walking inside. 

You felt very out of place, amongst Eddie, Gareth and Jeff’s things without them there. You were apprehensive and took a few minutes to find a space where you felt comfortable. Obviously, they weren’t expecting anyone. Clothes were strewn about haphazardly, stage makeup still left open and messy on the rooms vanity, their duffel bags thrown messily on the floor. It felt like a piece of their world you weren’t supposed to see. A TV mounted to the wall was playing the show, so you took a seat on the uncomfortable couch and watched the rest of the concert. 

You tried to practice how you’d be sitting when Eddie walked in. You didn’t want to be slouched but you also didn’t want to look too forced. You opted to just sit with your legs crossed- casual but not too casual that you felt frumpy. 

For their final exit, the band was lowered under the stage. Crawling out from underneath the mechanics, Eddie hoped maybe he’d see you there waiting for him. His face fell after the high of being on stage when he realized he got his hopes up again. Jeff patted him on the back, not needing to even ask to know why Eddie was clearly upset. 

“Come on,” Gareth said encouragingly, passing him a bottle of water. Eddie nods his head as a thank you, and the three of them begin to make their way back to the dressing room, thanking staff for helping as they see them.

When Jeff is the first one in the door, he offers you a wide, knowing smile. You move to stand up and say hello when Eddie sees you. 

“You’re here,” he marvels.

“I’m sorry I was late,” you apologize, “I was stuck in the traffic outside forever and then when I got here they asked me to wait here-” 

Eddie strides over and envelops you into a crushing hug. You were tense but your body immediately relaxed. You hug him back, not caring about how sweaty he is from just being on stage. 

“I’m happy you’re here,” he mumbles into your hair before pulling away. 

“Me too,” you agree.

“I wasn’t sure if you were coming,” he whispers, afraid the guys would hear and make fun of him for sounding so desperate. 

“Me either,” you giggle. It makes him smile again. His grin expands from ear to ear and all of a sudden, every little sadness he felt all night just evaporated. 

“We’re going to the wrap party,” Jeff interjects, pushing Gareth out the door with him. “We’ll see you guys over there.” 

“Wrap party?” You ask, intrigued. 

“Yeah, like the crew and everyone at this like after party thing,” he explains. “Should be kinda cool if you want to check it out.” 

“I’d like that.”

*** 

The music is blaring; the bass pulsing throughout your entire body and it makes your ears feel like they’d pop. Hundreds of people were crammed up against one another, and the smoke from a variety of substances wafted throughout the bar. Eddie held your hand, helping guide you through the hoards of people. He offered a head nod to people as you both passed- no one would hear him talk anyways. 

You travel up a few mezzanine levels until you’re both further away from the chaos. You can look down and see the crowded dance floor, but you are much more content with this calmer atmosphere. Leather couches and coffee tables adorn this floor of the club. Another bar is situated in the corner, with a line much, much shorter than the ones downstairs. You start to realize this is some sort of private area or VIP lounge of some kind. You see security positioned in all corners as the guard which led you and Eddie here takes his new position against the wall near the bar. 

“This is pretty much all crew, producers, management people, friends,” Eddie explains, “Just people who are close to us, you know?”

You spot Jeff and Gareth on one of the couches, in the midst of a heated discussion with another person you don’t recognize. Gareth almost spills his drink as he’s frantically using his hands to make a point, while Jeff is sitting with his back to him- talking to a girl who is seated on the arm of the couch. 

“MUNSON!” A voice booms over the chatter. Eddie looks to the direction of the voice. You watch his eyes light up, unapologetically happy. He drops your hand and you see him bolt to the person. 

“Harrington, you motherfucker!” Eddie exclaims, pulling the other guy into a big hug. “Shit,” he pulls away quickly, and returns back to you. With his hand on your back, he gently guides you over to the spot of the reunion. “Steve Harrington,” he introduces. Steve shakes your hand as you introduce yourself, and he smirks as he glances between you and Eddie. 

Eventually, Eddie introduces you to all of his hometown friends. They all attended the show- drove up from Eddie’s hometown to surprise him. Despite catching up with old friends, Eddie was so attentive to make sure you still felt included. He went out of his way to make sure you were introduced to everyone, and he bragged on your behalf about the success of your channel to everyone. He also made sure to fill you in if you got lost in the conversations. He’d explain the context of the inside jokes, tell you the bigger story that an anecdote was from… everything to pull you into his world, his real world. 

“We should get out of here and go to The Hideout,” Gareth said, “For old times sake.”

“I’m not abandoning top shelf shit for the skunky beer at The Hideout,” Steve scrunched his nose in disgust. 

“What’s The Hideout?” you ask Eddie as the group debates the next move. 

“A really, really, really shitty bar back home,” he whispers close to your ear. “It was where we used to play when we were just starting. It was actually awful,” he chuckles, reminiscing. “We’d play to practically no one on Tuesday nights at like 11pm.”

“You had the time of your life didn’t you?” you smile, knowingly. He nodded.

“Yeah, it was pretty fucking awesome,” he admits.

“Fine, not tonight,” Gareth concedes finally, “but we gotta get back there at some point.” 

“So,” Nancy says, changing the subject and turning to you. “Eddie didn’t tell us he had a girlfriend. We all had to find out on TMZ like the rest of the world. When did you guys meet?”

“Oh, um,” you begin, but Eddie places his arm around your shoulders. 

“This is our first date, actually,” he interjects, confidently. “So none of you assholes can say anything to make me look bad. I’m trying to impress her.” 

You bite your lip to hold back a smile. 

“So the whole t-shirt thing?” Nancy asks, directing her question to Eddie.

“My way of just trying to get her attention I guess,” he admits with a shrug, “Not that first picture though- I looked terrible. The second time though? Yeah, that was totally on purpose.”

Your face felt like it was on fire- you were overwhelmed with the way Eddie was so nonchalant. He was so honest, unabashedly so, with the way he spoke about his interest in you. You’d never experienced that type of attention, you didn’t know how to handle it. You don’t know how to play this game when he’s just put all his cards out on the table. There’s no guessing, no implications, no mind games- he just likes you. For the first time, in the craziest of circumstances, something you always found complicated is finally simple. 

He liked you. He pursued you. He got you. 

The drinks and the conversation continue to flow with ease. Eddie enjoyed sitting back and watching you fit in with his life. He loves the way it’s all just making sense. It’s like you’ve known his friends for years. You fit perfectly amongst them, and he just can’t help himself as he just admires you. He’s finding it so hard to play it cool, but he just wants to skip ahead to where this is routine. He wants you here, learning this side of him- engrossing yourself into his world. It just clicks and to him, it just all makes sense. 

When Jeff Gareth and him are inevitably pulled away to greet and talk with other people, he can’t help but keep checking back on you. He didn’t want to abandon you. He didn’t want to engage with anyone else here outside of the little circle he reluctantly had to leave. He should be paying attention to the names of these suits he’s meeting, but his mind is too preoccupied. He wants to just rush back to you, and intercept any embarrassing things he knows his friends are telling you. 

“I think you and Eddie seem really great together,” Steve discloses to you when the rest of the group is caught up in their own conversations. “He wears his heart on his sleeve,” Steve explains, “He’s not like how the tabloids and the news make him out to be. He’s always been misunderstood. I just uh- wanted to let you know that. He doesn’t do this, ever.”

Steve goes on to explain, “He’ll kill me for telling you this. But I haven’t heard Eddie talk about a girl since the whole band thing took off. You’d think he’d be like running wild and like getting all these girls- hell, that would be me. He’s very selective on who he invites in; he wouldn’t be doing all of this if he didn’t want this to go somewhere like for you two.” 

“I can tell he really likes you,” Steve continues, “I just wanted to make sure you know how good of a guy he is. In case you know, like, you had any doubts or anything. He’s not like that kind of guy. He’s probably the most sincere, loyal person ever- I just, you know, wanted to hype him up to you a little bit and vouch for him. And also just to ask you, to please not break his heart- don’t make him have false hope if you aren’t serious.”

You nod, understanding where Steve is coming from. 

“Back,” Eddie announces, jumping over the back of the couch to settle himself between you and Steve. “That was so fucking boring,” he jokes, wrapping his arm around you comfortably. “Best thing at this party is right here,” he gestures around the circle of his friends with the stem of his beer bottle, starting with Steve and working the neck around to you. He offers an incredibly cheesy grin and you laugh at his antics. You rest your head on his shoulder as he settles back into the group conversation, and you both miss how Steve smiles watching the two of you. 

***

The ride back to the hotel is quiet, Jeff and Gareth sit quietly on their phones in the middle row of the large car while you're cuddled into Eddie’s side in the far back row. Eddie doesn’t dare move, too terrified that he’ll wake you up. Your head rests on his shoulder and your body is flush to his. He silently curses every pot hole and sharp turn begging that you stay like this for as long as possible. 

Thankfully, there doesn’t seem to be anyone waiting outside for them. The driver pulls around to the back door- the plan is to sneak you all in through the kitchen. The band’s body guard opens the car door. Gareth and Jeff climb out and scurry into the building quickly. Eddie softly nudges you awake. 

“Keep your hood up, sweetheart,” Eddie instructs as you pull your jacket tighter around you. You put your hood on your head and pull it down to cover your face- just in case. Eddie helps you out of the car- also with his hood on. “Head down, okay?” he whispers, and he guides you as you walk with your head down. 

You scurry through the kitchen and you use the elevator towards the back of the building to travel to the higher floors. 

Eddie arranged for one of the assistants to bring your bags here while you were out. He set you up in the room across the hall from him. He wanted to make sure you had your own space. When you get to the rooms, Gareth and Jeff disappear to their own rooms, offering very tired “goodnights.” Eddie walks you to your door.

“I had so much fun tonight,” you sleepily admit. “Thank you… thank you for trusting me.”

His eyes soften. He leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead. “Get some sleep,” he smiles, affectionately grazing your jaw with his thumb. You lean up and his heart skips when he watches your eyes linger- looking between his eyes and his lips. You press your lips to his and this delicate kiss feels like enough to make his entire body melt. 

It’s soft and perfect. A first kiss that you only see in the movies. Kissing you made Eddie feel like he’d never kissed anyone before. Nothing that came before amounted nearly as much as this. He feels like he’s in high school again all of a sudden. This, he decides, should have been his first kiss. Because none of them ever felt as good as this. He makes up his mind then and there, that you’re the only person he wants to kiss for the rest of his life. It’s a thought he won’t share until much further down the road.

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I Bet it's Even Better Than in My Head

shy!rockstar!Eddie x fem!reader

Eddie performs a song for your birthday and you wonder if the two of you would have really good bed chem.

very loosely based on "Bed Chem" by Sabrina Carpenter and that one scene from the movie "Uptown Girls"

cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v)

once again, special thanks to @the-witty-pen-name who helped me out a little because I was struggling lmao

“One more!” Nancy encourages as she hands yet another shot to you and you down it before slamming it down on the table. Robin hands you another one and you down that too, not even sure how many you’ve had in the few hours that you’ve been at the bar. But it’s your birthday so you can drink as much as you want, especially since your friends were nice enough to offer to pay for you. 

The three of you are definitely being too loud for the small bar but no one’s paying you any mind except to send drinks your way to wish you a happy birthday. It’s been a great night, especially since Steve, the bartender, says he has a surprise for you. That shouldn’t surprise you since he’s always been such a good friend to you. 

But what you don’t know is that your surprise has just walked through the door, guitar case in hand. He’s walking pretty quickly, but through your eyes, it’s in slow motion, the man looking straight at you, shooting you a wink which makes your heart flutter. 

And he’s just your type with the long curly hair and the leather jacket and those tight pants that make his ass look so good. He’s hot, so much so that it’s unfair, a crime, even. He’s setting up on the stage and the fact that he’s a musician is only making him more attractive. He’s checking all the boxes and now you’re wondering if you can unwrap him tonight. You’re convinced that that would be the greatest gift you’ve ever received. 

He puts his guitar strap over his shoulder before plugging it into the amp that’s towards the back of the stage. He then adjusts the mic that gives a little feedback which makes everyone cover their ears until it goes away. As soon as he’s set up, he leans forward, clearing his throat before he speaks. 

“Hello,” he greets. “I’m Eddie and I heard there was a birthday tonight,” he looks around the bar and as soon as he spots you, he smiles widely. “And what’s your name, angel?” Angel, god, it’s like he knows what he’s doing to you. 

You call out your name and now he’s full on grinning, repeating it into the mic and you swear you’re going to faint hearing it come out of his mouth. It’s pathetic, actually, that you’re so obsessed with someone that you don’t even know. Maybe it’s crazy for you to be imagining what he looks like naked without even knowing him or his name, but it’s too late now. 

“Well, this one’s for you,” he winks and begins to strum his guitar, leaning towards the mic and the most beautiful voice comes out of his mouth. He’s staring you down, trying his best to not let his eyes rake over your body, trying to be a gentleman. 

He doesn’t remember the last time he hooked up with anyone, too focused on his music career to do so. He can’t. He doesn’t want to get too caught up in something when all he really wants is to sell out a tour. He’s got his whole life to settle down. 

He can see you making flirty faces at him and just knows that it would be so easy to get him to go home with you. He thinks that since he’s been so good that he deserves a treat. It’s also your special day and who would Eddie be to deny the birthday girl? You also look drop dead gorgeous and god, what he’d give to be able to slide his hands up your skirt, to get his fingers inside-

Eddie has to close his eyes to avoid the temptation because he’s afraid of doing something he really shouldn’t. He knows the only person preventing himself from having a sex life is himself, but he still feels like he owes it to his team to not be a stereotypical rockstar who leaves a trail of broken hearts behind him.

As he finishes the song, he’s become at war with himself, his brain and heart fighting for his attention. As he’s packing his guitar up, he can see you approaching you out of the corner of your eye and fuck, is rejecting you going to be the hardest thing he’s ever done. 

“That was a really nice song,” you compliment and he can very easily tell the difference between a genuine compliment and someone trying to flatter him just to get in his pants. You seem to genuinely mean what you’re saying so he just shakes his head and turns towards you with a bright smile. 

God, you’re even more perfect up close and it’s unfair. He’s positive that this is going to hurt him way more than it’ll hurt you. But the thing is, he doesn’t want to hurt you. He wants to give in to whatever you’re asking of him because you’ve bewitched him, taken over every single thought of his and he doesn’t even know your name. 

“Oh, thanks,” he replies with a nod, suddenly feeling shy in your presence. 

“You’re welcome.” Your smile is even more flirty as you step closer to him, so close that he can just lean in and- “Can I get you a drink?” 

“Oh, I don’t drink on the job, but thank you.”

“Well, how about some water? I’m sure you’re thirsty.” Oh, he’s very thirsty, but not in the way that you’re thinking. He wants you so bad but he can’t get himself to go for it. He’s terrified if he’s being honest. When was the last time he even slept with someone? It’s definitely been months, he knows that for sure. 

“Water’s great, thank you.” You give him another smile then turn on your heel to head back to the bar, grabbing a bottle of water from Steve then heading back to the handsome stranger. 

“I’m y/n, by the way,” you put out your hand for him to shake after giving him the water. He takes it and it seems as if you both feel the spark of electricity between the two of you. Neither of you let go, though, flirty smiles on your faces. 

Eddie only lets go to take a sip from his water, still watching you intently. He then sits down on the stage and scoots over, patting the spot next to him where you sit, adjusting your skirt before you do so. 

“I’m Eddie,” he replies and you nod in response, thinking that the name suits him. He’s not like the other musicians you’ve met. He’s sweet and doesn’t expect you to just know who he is just because he’s a performer. 

“It’s nice to meet you.” You’re being so polite and it really makes him want to ask you out, but he knows he can’t. Well, shouldn’t. This is going to be the hardest thing he’s ever had to do. 

“You too.” 

“So, this is the surprise that Steve put together, hm?” You nudge him. “He knows that I have a thing for cute musicians.” Eddie blushes and he doesn’t even care if what you’re saying is a line or if you genuinely mean it, he’s eating right out of the palm of your hand. 

“Steve’s a good friend, but he didn’t tell me that I was performing for such a babe,” he winks and you swear you feel your heart melting. He’s so cute and you really hope that he’s not attached to anyone. 

You’re instantly charmed, wondering if he’s feeling the connection, the magnetic pull that’s making you want to get to know him, to maybe, hopefully get him into bed if he’s up for it. You haven’t felt this way about anyone in a long time and even though you’ve been burned in the past, you really want to go for it. 

“Do you want to get out of here, Eddie? I’ve got a bottle of wine and some records at my place if you want to join me.” The way you’re speaking doesn’t even sound like you’re really inviting him for something else so he feels like he’s allowed to agree. 

“I’d love to,” he nods and you stand up from the stage and take Eddie by the hand before leading him and his guitar towards the entrance of the bar. He can’t believe that he’s doing this, that he’s actually going home with a woman after months of voluntary celibacy. You’re just so irresistible that he can’t possibly go home wondering “what if.” 

He leads you out to his van and opens the passenger door for you, helping you into the sit and making sure that you’re situated before putting his guitar into the back with his other equipment. He then gets into the driver’s seat and starts the vehicle up, letting you give him turn by turn directions to your apartment. 

Eddie’s sure that this is the most comfortable he’s felt around anyone in a long time. You’re much better at flirting than he is, the words rolling off your tongue so effortlessly while he tries to return the compliments. You tell him how cute you think he is and now he’s now convinced that you’re the perfect woman. 

You’re confident about this. You haven’t been with anyone in a while and still managed to pull the hottest guy you’ve ever seen so you’re applauding yourself for that one. And he hasn’t even tried anything with you yet when a lot of guys would have at least tried to touch you by now. He’s shaping up to be a perfect gentleman which leads you to believe that maybe he’s a gentleman in the bedroom as well. 

You stand close to him in the elevator and he can now smell the perfume that you’re wearing, an intoxicating smell that makes you even more irresistible. He’s really glad that you’re not looking at him because his cheeks are a bright pink as he thinks about all the positions he wants to get you in, how he wants to bend you over the counter and-

“Here’s our stop,” you tell him as you slide your hand into his and pull him out of the elevator, down the hallway to your door. He stands there, taking in your beauty as you look through your purse for your keys. He lets his eyes run across your face, thinking about how he wants to kiss every inch of it before eventually stopping at your lips, saving the best for last. He wants to kiss you until you’re both breathless and your red lipstick is smeared across both of your faces. It sounds like the perfect night in Eddie’s mind. 

You open the door and lead him inside, both of you kicking off your shoes as you make a beeline for the kitchen, grabbing two glasses from the cabinet and filling them with wine before giving one to Eddie who’s made himself at home, leaning against the counter next to you. 

You both sip on your wine silently, staring at each other as the chemistry gets stronger, the sexual tension now palpable. You turn to him and he mimics you, leaning closer as he watches you. You’re both looking at each other hungrily, your wine glasses now abandoned on the counter beside you. 

You pull him closer so that his body is flush to yours, grabbing hold of his jacket and pulling him so close so you can bring your lips to his ear. 

“I’d bet we’d have really good bed chem,” you tell him, making your voice as seductive as possible and it’s working for him. 

“Bed chem?” He asks with a laugh and you wrap your arms around his waist, gently pressing him against the counter. 

“Yes,” you nod. “Bed chem. Bed chemistry.” It’s all clicking in his head and now he understands. He’s getting hard now, imagining the whole thing in his head. 

“I agree,” he nods, his hands resting on your neck, his thumbs rubbing back and forth against your jaw. His brown eyes bore into yours, getting darker with lust and now you’ve got him right where you want him. 

“God, you’re so pretty,” you tell him with a smile as you reach up and push his jacket off his shoulders and he moves away from the counter to let it fall to the floor. 

Your lips are on his in a flash and Eddie’s already addicted to the feeling of them. They’re soft and you really know what you’re doing and he’s kissing you back like his life depends on it, desperate and hungry. 

Your tongue slips into his mouth as you push your hands underneath his shirt, slipping it over his head. You’re backing up out of the kitchen, clothing coming off at a rapid rate, leaving a trail to your bedroom. 

You’re only in your underwear when you get there, opening the door with your lips still attached. You pull him inside, not even bothering to close the door behind you, kissing him with more passion than before as you feel his cock tenting in his boxers. 

Eddie pulls away though, just as you’re pushing them down. He wants to set the record straight, feeling like he owes it to you to be honest. He wants to tell you everything and somehow, he just knows that you won’t judge him. 

“I just want you to know that I-I haven’t done this in a while so I’m a bit rusty.” He feels like a huge weight lifts off his shoulders as he tells you this and your face softens, your lipstick smeared all across it which almost makes him want to laugh. 

“And that’s okay,” you nod. “This is a safe space. I hope I can do it justice. I just want to make you feel good, Eddie.” 

“I know you will,” he tells you. “I just felt like I owed you the truth.” You want him even more now that he’s told you that. Not many other men would and it warms your heart that he trusts you enough to tell you something like that. 

“You’re so cute,” you tell him as you help him lie down on the bed, lying yourself on top of him as your hands dip into his boxers, pushing them down so that you can see what you’re working with. 

He’s blushing so hard, his cheeks that adorable pink but you’re not even looking at his face, you’re looking at the huge package in front of you. 

You let your eyes rake over his entire body, taking him all in as you remove your bra, letting it fall to the floor, your panties quickly following. He’s hot, so much so that it’s actually fucking unfair. Between the tattoos and the messy hair that’s fanned out on the bed, yeah, you’re definitely fucked. 

Eddie sits up and stares at you, his mouth falling open as if he’s in awe. He has to be dreaming because no woman is actually that perfect, right?

“Do you have a condom?” You ask and he scrambles, crawling quickly over to his bedside table to retrieve one, quickly rolling it on before lying flat again, waiting for you. 

You get on top of him and start to move slowly, wanting him to get used to the feeling since it’s his first time in a while. It’s awkward as you try to get into a good rhythm , giggles spilling from your mouth and Eddie can’t help but join in, your laugh nothing but contagious. 

He’s trying his best to buck his hips against yours and you nod your head, bringing your bottom lip between your teeth as you watch him. He’s bucking his hips against yours in a rhythm that does match yours so you have to take matters into your own hands, grabbing hold of his hips and helping him. 

“That’s it,” you tell him with a bright smile and he’s giggling again, eating up your compliments. “Just like that, baby,” the term of endearment rolls off of your tongue so effortlessly and it makes Eddie’s brain feel like mush.

You continue to help him as he gets the hang of it, following your lead as best he can. You don’t know why he was so worried, he’s a natural and if he hadn’t told you, you wouldn’t have even known that he hadn’t slept with anyone in a while. 

He lets out a moan and your pace picks up just a little, seeing if he can handle just a tiny bit more. He’s already feeling he’s going to come, overcome with pleasure as you continue, still going slower so as to not scare him off. It’s nice this way, you think. Just taking your time and enjoying each other’s company. It’s giggly when you’re not moaning and as you lose your grip on his shoulders because of the sweat that’s collecting on your bodies, falling on top of him which only makes you laugh even harder. 

“Sorry,” you apologize through your giggles and Eddie’s able to catch his breath just long enough to tell you that it’s okay before you both start cackling, finding the whole thing humorous. You’d think that you both had way too much to drink but Eddie only had a few sips of the wine you gave him and your drinks from earlier in the night have worn off now. 

The laughter is just from pure happiness and you don’t know how you’re going to be able to say goodbye to him in the morning. You can’t let him leave now knowing how much fun you’re able to have with him. 

To your absolute surprise, he flips you over onto your back so that he’s the one on top. He watches your eyes widen and he gets a kick out of it, loving that he’s able to surprise you. His hands grab onto yours and he begins to pump, lowering himself down onto you as he slots his lips between yours, kissing you so slowly, trying to savour the taste of your lips so he never forgets it. 

His lips then travel down to your jaw, kissing along it as he progressively gets closer to your ear. They’re right there, hovering over the shell. ‘

“You look so pretty like this,” he whispers before bringing your earlobe between his teeth, biting down softly before pulling away. He’s more confident now as he picks up the pace just a little bit, backing up so he can see the effect his cock has on you. Every sound you make encourages him to do more, to go harder, getting you even closer to orgasm. 

And as he watches you come underneath him, his name falling from his lips, he can’t help but put on a cocky smirk because he knows he’s still got it. He pulls out and cleans the two of you up before the two of you cuddle up in your bed, bare skin to bare skin, feeling yourselves getting tired. Your head is on Eddie’s chest as he plays with your hair, his hands running through it as your eyes flutter shut. 

“I guess we do have really good bed chem,” he chuckles, which causes you to bury your face further into his chest. 

“Told you,” you nod, your voice sounding sleepy. “It was even better than it was in my head.” 

The two of you fall asleep after that, getting the best sleep you’ve ever had. And in the morning, you spend a lazy day in bed, ordering take out and spending the entire time in between your sheets before agreeing to do that very thing again tomorrow night because the bed chem between the two of you is just that good.

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I finished Arcane yesterday and if y'all need me, I will be watching edits then probably rewatch the show because this is quickly becoming my new Wicked.

[munsonsmixtapes]

so so proud of you and all of your work is amazing!! i’d love to request something for your celebration <3

🦇😘#13 please!!! (pls feed us with some smut and angst 😝😝😝😝)

cw: MDNI (18+) oral (f receiving) body worship, angst, hurt/comfort

Your living room is increasingly getting smaller as your fight with Eddie gets more intense. You've never yelled at each other like this and now you're concerned that maybe this is the beginning of the end of your arrangement.

"It was just a little fight," you scoff but Eddie doesn't seem to think the same with the way he's looking at you. He looks so angry that you can practically see the smoke coming out of his ears.

"A little fight, y/n? You kicked me out!" He's screaming now and you're getting smaller as he towers over you. He's trying to show you just how much you hurt him. Yo try to get you to listen to him because he knows you'd much rather not have this conversation because you hate being vulnerable.

That's why this whole thing works. You both get what you want every time and there's no strings attached. But that's the problem here. He was supposed to fall for you and he did.

"You were trying to cuddle and that's not part of our agreement." You'll never tell him how badly you wanted to because that's not who you are. You're not a girlfriend, you're the type of girl men just like the sleep with, nothing more. And that's the way you like it.

Being in a relationship means letting people in and letting them see parts of you that no one else has. The parts that aren't perfect. And you're afraid that they won't be able see past how imperfect you are. Eddie's become the only person who's gotten close to you have to cut him loose.

Because if you let him in, then there's only a matter of time before he leaves and you like him too much to let that happen. So if you're the one who initiates it because of something he did, then it's not your fault, it's his.

"And then you just blew up, yelling at me like I did something so horrible!" Eddie knows why you're shutting him out, but he wants you to admit it, to hear the very words come from your mouth.

He steps closer to you, taking your face in his hands and he's so close now that he can see the tears streaming down your face.

"Why can't you just let yourself want this?" He whispers and those seem to be the magic words to make you cry even harder. He 's wiping away the tears as they come, pressing his forehead to yours.

"Because," you whisper back. "If I let you in, then you'll just leave. And I love you too much to let that happen." Mission accomplished.

Eddie can't help but grin at your confession, having never felt this happy in his life. He knew he wasn't just imagining it and now he has your words as proof.

"You love me?" He asks as he pulls back, his eyes lighting up.

"Well-" you try to backtrack, afraid that you've said too much, but considering how happy he looks, you're realizing that you didn't actually make a mistake.

"You love me!" He exclaims with a laugh. "I knew it!"

"You knew?" Your eyebrows furrow in confusion. You hadn't realized that you had been that obvious.

"Sweetheart, you weren't exactly good at hiding it. But it's okay because I love you too."

"You love me." You're beaming now, glowing and Eddie doesn't know how you could get any prettier.

"I love you," he nods. "Every single part, the good and the bad." His arms are wrapped around your waist while yours wrap around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss.

He smiles against your lips as his arms wrap tighter around your waist, lifting you up so that your feet are hovering over the floor. Your legs wrap around his waist as his tongue swipes along your bottom lip and you let him in as he backs up to the couch, collapsing onto it as you begin unbuttoning his shirt, but he stops you.

"Nope," he mumbles against your lips as he rests his hands gently on top of yours. "Tonight is about you, doll, and how I'm going to worship every inch of your body until you know just how much I love you."

You blink and you're lying flat against the couch cushions, Eddie now hovering over you with that hungry look in his eyes that you've grown so familiar with.

"But-"

"Nope, you're not going to feel bad because this is just as much for me as it is for you." He lowers himself down onto you and presses his lips to yours. It's so gentle in comparison the other kisses you've shared and you're eating it up, loving seeing this soft side of him.

He's kissing his way down your neck, whispering the most kind words to you about how much he loves your body. He hasn't been this soft and gentle since the very beginning of your arrangement and you have to admit that you love seeing this side of him.

"Your skin is so soft," he murmurs against your chest. "And you," he cuts him off to take a whiff. "smell so good, baby. What is that?"

"You know what it is," you laugh and it's music to Eddie's ears.

"Oh right," he chuckles as he kisses his way down to your tits, pressing a kiss to each one before speaking again. "You know how much I love these," he says as he gives them a squeeze which causes you to gasp. "But they aren't the focus tonight."

Eddie continues to kiss down your torso, pulling down your sweatpants as he does so.

"God, you're perfect," he whispers as he finally gets to the spot right above the waistband of your panties. As he gaze drops lower, he can't help but the notice the dark, wet patch right where you're cunt it. "Already wet, hm? Well, it's a good thing that I'm going to take care of you, isn't it?"

He pulls off your panties then kisses his way up your leg, murmuring what you're sure are compliments into your skin but you can't hear him. He does the same with your other leg then reaches up and grabs hold of your wrist, slipping the scrunchie from it.

"Can I use this?" He asks, his voice so sweet that can't possible say no.

"Sure," you nod and watch him tie his hair back before hooking your legs over his shoulders, not even giving you a chance to prepare yourself before diving straight in.

There's no warm up, it's nothing but teeth and tongue as he bites down, causing you to moan loudly. Your hands grab onto whatever hair you can reach, giving it a tug as your thighs press against his head, your heels digging into his back as your toes curl in pleasure.

He's eating your cunt like it's a man starved and you already feel dizzy, just knowing that this is different from any other time that he's done it. All the others were sloppy and lazy and exactly what you needed, but here, there's intention, there's purpose. And at this rate, you're not sure how long you're going to last.

He pushes his tongue inside and that's when you know you're done for. It's fucking you so hard that you didn't even know he could that with just his tongue. His hands are sliding underneath your ass, squeezing it as hard as he can as he works his magic, making you moan over and over as your climax builds.

You finally reach your orgasm and as it's coursing through you, his names falling from your lips, you just know that this is the best one yet. And even as you're finishing, Eddie's still going to town, slowly removing his tongue only to let it lazily glide along your cunt to lick up every last bit before pulling away just enough to where you can hear him speak.

"Tastes so good," he tells you. "Any man who has ever claimed that a food is their favorite thing to eat has clearly never had their head between your thighs." He then goes back in for more and you stay like that for the rest of the night where Eddie makes you feel the best you ever had as he eats you out for hours on end, showing you just how he loves you and that he will continue to do so for the rest of his life.

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Breathe Your Air

Eddie Munson x Gareth Emerson x fem!reader

What's supposed to be a smoke session with Gareth quickly turns into something very different and dirty with him and his best friend, Eddie

cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) oral (m receiving) masturbation, drug use

special thanks to @the-witty-pen-name who I couldn't have done this without!

The garage closes as Jeff and Grant leave in Jeff’s car, leaving Gareth and Eddie alone. You’re supposed to show up any minute to smoke with Gareth and he’s scrambling, trying to make the place look clean while Eddie sips on one of his dad’s beers.

He doesn’t even know why Gareth is going to such lengths to impress you. You’re just a girl and he doesn’t care how hot his friend says you are, he’ll be the judge of that. Maybe he’s just reluctant because all of the pretty girls think he’s a freak so he’s just trying to protect himself. But if you’re hanging out with Gareth then you must be cool. 

He follows Gareth into the house, grabbing a bag of chips from the kitchen on the way to the living room where he makes himself comfortable while Gareth is hurrying to straighten up the place. 

Eddie collapses onto the couch as Gareth pulls down the screen over the garage door before heading over to set up the movie as there’s a knock at the door. 

Gareth is quick to pull Eddie up from the couch, trying to get him to leave, but Eddie hurries to stand behind Gareth as he opens the door and stops in his tracks when his eyes lock on you. Gareth didn’t tell him that you were so fucking hot. He swears he’s never seen anyone prettier and he’s trying to see what he can do to stay even though he'll definitely be third wheeling your date. 

“Hi,” you beam as you enter the house before closing the door behind you and it's only then that Eddie notices that you’re carrying a plate wrapped in plastic wrap. “Sorry I’m late but I brought cookies,” you hold up the plate with a smile and Eddie thinks you’re adorable.

You pull Gareth into a hug and he can’t stop thinking about how good you smell, something sweet but woodsy and he wants to bathe in it. You’re squeezing him tightly and he can’t believe that you’re actually hugging him. No other woman ever hugs him except his mother. 

“Oh,” Gareth lets out a laugh. “It’s no problem.” You could be as late as you wanted and Gareth wouldn’t bat an eye. He’s honestly surprised that you’re even there. You’re one of the most popular girls in Hawkins so he’s still wondering why you’d want to spend a Saturday night with him of all people. 

“And you must be Eddie,” you smile again, taking in metalhead that’s taken a step back to give you and Gareth some space. “It’s so nice to meet you.” You pull him in for a hug as well and now he understands why you’re so popular. You’re nothing but a sweetheart and he’s decided that he wants to stay in your arms forever with your chin resting on his shoulder, giving him a tight squeeze as if the two of you have hugged many times before.

But here you are in your pretty dress looking like something that’s just walked out of his dreams, being so sweet with your cookies, greeting him and Eddie like you’re all old friends. You’re actually the one who suggested this get together and Gareth still doesn’t know why. He just got talking to you at the record store where you work and didn’t think you actually meant it until you gave him your phone number before he left. 

And now you’re here, in his house and he’s just waiting for Eddie to leave so the two of you can smoke up. But Eddie’s still standing in front of the couch, so close to drooling that it’s embarrassing. You’re taking in the living room so Gareth takes the opportunity to turn to Eddie to tell him to get lost because he’s tired of him ruining the mood. 

“Why are you still here?” He ask in a whisper as you’re looking at the books on his mom’s bookshelf. 

“C’mon, man, you can’t kick me out now. She hugged me.” He’s saying it like it’s supposed to mean something, but it does mean something to Eddie. Girls hug him sometimes, but never like that, never like he’s meant something to them. 

“She was just trying to be nice. Besides, don’t you have that thing you need to pick up for Wayne?” Eddie does need to do that, but no way is passing up the opportunity to smoke with you. 

“I can get on my way home. There’s no way I’m missing this.” He doesn’t actually think anything’s going to happen but he just wants to spend some time with the prettiest girl he’s ever seen. 

“You’re just going to be a third wheel.” Eddie knows that’s true and supposes that he really does have a lot of things he should probably be doing than this. 

“Alright, I’m going,” Eddie grumbles as he turns towards the door. He’s about to open it, but you stop him, resting your hand on his shoulder and he turns to see the most pathetic look on your face. 

“You’re leaving?” You ask, looking really disappointed, even going as far as putting on a pout. 

“Yeah,” he nods. “Gotta get back to my uncle.” 

“You can’t stay for a little longer?” You’re stepping closer to him, reaching up and messing with his hair. He doesn’t usually let people touch it, but you’re the exception, especially when you’re looking at him with those eyes like you want to swallow him whole. 

“Well, maybe just a few minutes,” he shrugs as he closes the door, pulling you over to the couch. “Gareth, you’ve got the stuff, right?” He asks as you make yourselves comfortable and Gareth is sure that this is going to be the worst high of his life. 

He can’t fucking believe that Eddie ruining what’s supposed to be the best night of his life. He thought that maybe he actually get a chance to kiss you like he’s been wanting to for months, and maybe a little more. But now he doesn’t think he’ll ever get the chance. 

Once he comes back with the joint and his lighter, he sees that you’ve distanced yourself from Eddie, plenty of space between your bodies for Gareth to sit, but he decides to sit on the other side of you. 

“Ladies first,” he says as he hands the joint to you and you put it between your lips, turning towards him and he lights it up for you, watching you intently as you breathe in the smoke before turning to Eddie, motioning for him to move closer. 

He opens his mouth and you blow the smoke into it as Gareth watches, wondering why he feels so turned on by watching his crush and best friend shotgun. There’s something so hot, so sexual about it and it’s making his pants feel tight. 

Once you pull away, Eddie looks dizzy and you smile, turning to Gareth who’s holding his hands over his crotch and if you notice, you don’t say anything. You just motion for him to lean in. 

“Want some?” You ask and he nods furiously. 

“Please,” he demands but it comes out so pathetic like a whimper. 

“Alright, come here, pretty boy,” you grab hold of his chin and your hand feels so hot on his skin, almost like fire. He opens his mouth and as soon as you press your lips to his, he’s sure that he’s died and gone to heaven. He already feels high but he’s pretty sure that’s just you and your effect on him.

He inhales and you pull away far too soon, moving back to Eddie to give him some more smoke and he doesn’t something he probably shouldn’t. After he inhales, he grabs hold of your face, slotting his lips between yours. You’re shocked at first, but you respond pretty quickly, kissing him back as you try your best to hold the joint away from him so as to not catch him on fire. 

Gareth doesn’t even care that he’s not being kissed because for some reason, just watching is doing it for him. He’s leaning over, trying to see exactly what’s happening between the two of you and seeing your hands slide into Eddie’s hair is making him hard beyond belief. 

Your tongue is sliding into Eddie's mouth and as Eddie lets out a moan, Gareth lets out a whimper at the noise, but neither of you seem to be paying him any attention. He’s scooting closer to get a better look and swears watching the two of you make out is making him feel like he’s never felt before. 

Eddie is sure that this is the best make out session he’s ever had-not that he’s had much to compare it to-it just seems like you really know what you’re doing. And when your fingers wound into his hair, fuck, he just needs more of you. 

Eddie’s hand touches Gareth’s thigh as you pull away and Gareth’s brain short circuits, feeling the bi panic set it as you lean back against the couch, putting the joint between Eddie’s lips. He takes a drag and motions for Gareth to lean forward. Their lips touch as Eddie pushes the smoke into Gareth’s mouth and both of them are unsure why they like it so much. 

It’s so foreign but it feels so right, both of them staying like that until Gareth inhales the smoke. And once they’re done, you decide that Eddie’s friend needs to have a little fun too. You push him back against the couch then straddle his waist, tilting his head back as your lips find his. 

“Your turn, pretty boy.” 

“O-okay,” he stutters and you think it’s adorable that you make him so nervous. “Already hard for me, hm?” 

He’s not sure what he’s doing like Eddie was, but he’s trying, following along as his hands rest gently on your waist. He has only kissed one other person, a boy in seventh grade during spin the bottle. This, though, this is a real kiss, filled with so much passion and now he understands why Eddie was unable to stop. You lips are just so soft and he’s addicted to the feeling of your weight on top of him. 

You’re grinding on him now and he’s having a hard time now coming right then and there. You’re making a mess of him and he’s not sure what he’s supposed to do now. He lets his hands experimentally slide up your dress, resting on your thighs as you kiss your way down his neck. 

Eddie doesn’t know why, but he suddenly feels the urge to mimic you so he gets closer, taking another drag of the joint and blowing it out before bringing his mouth to the other side of Gareth’s neck, giving it a hard suck that causes Gareth’s breath to hitch. This is officially the best night of Gareth’s life and he’s not sure that anything is ever going to top it. 

“Fuck,” he sighs, his head spinning because of the attention he’s getting and when you get off of him, he lets out a whine but he’s instantly shushed when you bring your lips back to his neck, sucking on it like your life depends on it as Eddie palms his crotch through his jeans. 

“Do you want me to take care of you?” You ask, bringing your lips right by his ear and he feels his brain short circuit as it processes your question. 

“Please,” he whines and full on moans as you bite down on his earlobe. 

“Do you have a condom?” You ask, sitting back on your knees, bringing your bottom lip between your teeth. 

“No,” he shakes his head and just as he’s thinking that nothing is actually going to happen, Eddie pulls a condom from his pocket and holds it out as he gives Gareth’s neck a hard bite before pulling away.  

As you get undressed, Eddie takes the chance and places his lips on Gareth’s. He’s always wondering what they’ve felt like and now he finally has an excuse to see. Gareth is quick to respond, kissing Eddie back hungrily, the whole thing being mostly tongue as theirs tangle, fingers tugging on hair, hands sliding up shirts. 

Everything pauses when both of them pull away to see that you’re now just in your bra and panties, looking at you with open mouths and wide eyes as they’ve never seen a half naked woman in person before-well Gareth hasn’t-both of them almost drooling at the sight of you. 

You can see that Eddie is hard now too, but you feel like Gareth needs it more, groaning because of how desperate he is. And Eddie seems to be okay with that as you unbutton Gareth’s pants and pull them down and as you’re pulling down his underwear, his eyes widen as you spread his legs then get down on the floor in between them, patting the spot next to you and Eddie’s quick to join you. 

He takes another drag of the joint before putting it between your lips, letting you finish it off. Once it’s done, you put it out on the coffee table behind you before spitting into your hand, Gareth’s rock hard cock in it and giving it a few slow pumps to start him off then they get progressively quicker and Gareth is losing his shit, grabbing onto the couch cushion underneath him as if his life depends on it. 

Once you feel like he’s ready, you wrap your hand around the base and bring the tip into your mouth and swirl your tongue around it, teasing the slit. Eddie is watching over your shoulder, wishing he could take your place, but he’s perfectly content watching. He could get off just from this and he’s not sure what that says about him, not that he cares. 

“Oh my god,” Gareth whines. He’s never experienced anything like this, but now he’s starting to get the hype of all of it, why the men around him are obsessed with being sucked off. 

You pull away all too soon and can hear him whine as he no longer feels your lips wrapped around him. You turn to Eddie and gesture at Gareth’s cock, wanting to let him in on the action. 

“Is that okay?” Eddie looks up at his best friend and Gareth nods enthusiastically. He really doesn’t care who’s sucking him off as long he gets the relief he needs. And besides, they’ve already kissed so what’s a blowjob? 

You move out of the way, wiping the spit from your mouth as Eddie takes your spot. He’s only sucked one other cock before so he at least kind of knows what he’s doing. 

You’re quick to hold his hair back for him as he grabs hold of Gareth and takes him into his mouth as if he’s done this exact thing a million times. He’s mimicking what he just saw you do and you look up to see Gareth grabbing onto the couch cushion again, his eyes shutting tight as Eddie starts to suck, taking more of him little by little, his tongue teasing the slit as he does so. 

You tie off Eddie’s hair with the hair tie on your wrist then move to sit on the couch next to Gareth, feeling like he needs some support. 

“That’s it, baby. Look at you, doing so well,” you encourage him, running your hand through his hair gently. His head is leaning against the back of the couch as he lets out a loud moan in response to Eddie’s work. As if you weren’t wet already, hearing the noise makes you even more so and you reach into your underwear to take care of yourself, your fingers moving rapidly  as you’re still trying your best to encourage Gareth. 

“Holy shit,” he moans again and god, what you’d do to hear him moan your name. 

Eddie’s got all of Gareth in his mouth, his nose pushed into his bush as he’s fully deepthroating it. He’s gagging, but he’s still going, desperately trying to get Gareth and just by the way he’s behaving, you can tell he’s close. But you’re the one who comes first, moaning Gareth’s name so loud that Gareth’s eyes widen as he turns to you. 

Eddie’s still working, his eyes shifting to you and he’s rock hard now as he sees your hand in your panties. Gareth comes not long after you do, screaming loudly as his knuckles are a bright white as he’s holding onto the cushion. 

Eddie’s quick to swallow before pulling Gareth’s cock out of his mouth with a loud pop, watching him with a smug smirk on his face as he sits there, breathing heavily, sweat dripping from his forehead. 

You push Gareth’s hair back as you pull your hand from your panties, dangling your slick soaked fingers over his mouth. A small amount drops onto his lips and he makes eye contact as he licks his lips slowly in a seductive manner before taking your hand and putting your fingers into his mouth, licking and sucking on them until they’re clean. 

“Do you wanna fuck me?” You whisper and he wants to, god does he want to, but he’s scared. He’s never actually done it before and he’s afraid that he’s going to do it wrong. But you look so hot and hearing you climax really makes him want to be the reason for you doing so.

“Please,” he whines and your face lights up. Eddie helps Gareth remove his pants from his ankles and you push him so his back is flat against the couch. You remove your panties and let them fall to the floor before lying on top of him, Eddie moving to be right beside the couch so he can watch the whole thing. 

Gareth thinks you’re going to get to it, but to his surprise, you lean down and press your lips to his, this kiss soft and sweet unlike your other ones. It’s slow and you take your time just getting to know his lips thinking to yourself that you could kiss him all night and never get bored. 

“This-this is my first time,” he tells you. “So don’t be surprised if I’m not good.”

“Shit.” You pull away quickly, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth again. “I’m sorry, I-”

“No,” he shakes his head as he grabs hold of your hands. “I want to, Please fuck me.” He doesn’t care how pathetic he sounds. He just needs this so bad and he wants you and only you to be his first. 

“If you’re sure. But we can always stop if you’re uncomfortable.” 

“Okay,” he nods. 

“Eddie?” You ask, turning to the metalhead. 

“Hm?” He replies, and for a second, he’s convinced that you’re going to ask him to leave the room. 

“Can I have the condom?” You ask and he’s wracking his brain, trying to remember where he set it. He sees it peeking out from under Gareth’s leg and reaches for it before handing it to you. Once you have it in your hands, you grab hold of his chin and pucker your lips as you lean towards him. 

“Thank you, baby,” you say as you give him a quick peck and for some reason, that’s what makes him blush, not all of the stuff he’s done with his best friend tonight. That was nothing, apparently. 

“You’re welcome,” he replies, now smiling like an idiot as he watches you put the condom onto Gareth. You finally top him and the feeling is so foreign, unlike anything he’s experienced, but it already feels so good. 

You start out slowly, trying to get him used to the feeling as your hands rest on his shoulders and he’s already moaning even though you’ve barely done anything. He has no idea what he’s doing but he knows that he’ll be talked through it. You know it’s his first time so you’re not expecting him to know everything.

Eddie unzips his pants and whips his cock out, spitting into his hand and grabbing hold of his cock, just waiting until it gets hot and heavy so he can get himself off. He goes for it when he watches you help Gareth take off your bra, your hard nipples driving the man crazy. 

You’re picking up your pace and so does Eddie so he can match you, so many noises filling the room between the three of you. 

“Buck your hips,” he tells Gareth who turns to him in confusion. You grab hold of his hips and pull them towards yours to show him what you mean. Once he gets it, he does exactly what you did, causing his cock to go deeper inside. 

“Fuck yeah,” Eddie moans as his hand is pumping even harder. This is better than any porn he’s ever seen and maybe it’s weird that he’s so turned on but neither you nor Gareth seem to care so neither does he. 

Gareth keeps doing what you showed him and other than his nervousness, you wouldn’t even be able to tell that he was a virgin. You think it’s cute that he’s awkward about it. It’s refreshing because too many men are so confident when they’re doing the wrong thing. 

“That’s it,” you encourage. “Just like that. You’re such a good boy.” Gareth is sure that he’s going to come just by hearing that.

“Harder,” Eddie demands and you both do as he asks, taking it to the next level and Eddie’s even more hard as he watches your tits bounce up and down because of how hard and fast you’re moving. Fuck, maybe he’s going to be the one to come first. 

And when he turns to Gareth, seeing how heavily he’s breathing, the sweat dripping down his body, it’s definitely doing something for him and he doesn’t know how the two of them can continue being friends like nothing happened, but that’s a bridge he can cross later. Right now, Gareth is the hottest man he’s ever seen and he’s totally okay with that. 

Gareth’s back arches as another scream falls from his lips, this time, your name slipping out and you’re nothing but flattered, knowing that that is going to be replaying in your head on repeat, what you think of when you have no one around you to get you off. 

“That’s it,” Eddie says. “You’re both doing so good. Just like that.” 

“More,” Gareth slurs and you can’t help but laugh. You’re not even sure that he has any more to give.

“I think we’re done.”

“Done?” He slurs, as if he doesn’t believe you, but you’re already getting off of him and reaching for your dress and slipping it on. 

“We can do this another time, I promise,” you lean down and press a kiss to his lips before handing him his underwear and jeans. Again? As in he can fuck you again and Eddie can watch? God, Eddie really hopes he can watch. 

“Okay,” he smiles and gets his bottom half dressed as you reach for your bra before heading towards the door, the boys following closely behind like lost puppies. 

“Oh, you forgot this,” Gareth holds up your panties and you take them from him before slipping them into his back pocket before pressing a lingering kiss to his lips. 

“Keep them,” you wink then turn and give Eddie a kiss as well.  “Don’t worry,” you tell him as you pull away. “You’ll get your turn next time and it’ll be so rough that you can’t walk.” For once, he’s rendered speechless and you just giggle and turn on your heel with your bra and heels in hand, completely oblivious that you’ve turned their world completely upside down.