proximaamidnightt

[proximaamidnightt]

Secrets I have held in my heart (are harder to hide than I thought)E.M.

⭐︎ Warnings: 18+, mdni! idiots to lovers, best friends to lovers, smut smut smut, lots of pining, mentions of unrequited feelings (they're not), slight angst, unprotected sex, breeding kink? kinda. alcohol and weed consumption. high sex?

⭐︎ Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

⭐︎ Word count: 20.4k

⭐︎ Summary: A weekend alone with Eddie at Steve's cabin reveals all yours and his deepest desires, feelings you were too afraid to act upon bubbling to the surface, leading to a steamy night that might change you and your best friend forever.

⭐︎ Author's note: I've been meaning to write a best friends to lovers with Eddie for a while now (especially after writing ikyllatk, if you know you know. this is Cheer and Eddie to me in a different universe hehe). @hellfire--cult and I went feral over this idea and we've been talking about this since foreverrrrr and here we are finally! thank you for inspiring me, love ♡

⭐︎ the library

divider made by @cafekitsune

The sun is beating down on your skin, kissing it with warmth as the cold water from the lake is still clinging to your body, making goosebumps appear as you shiver the slightest bit. Your eyes are closed, a content smile rests on your face, despite the way your blue lips tremble. Birds are chirping all around you, the trees rustle whenever the wind blows, the water splashes when your best friend makes his way out of the lake, cursing a few times when he steps over the sharp rocks on the ground. 

You don’t open your eyes just yet but you listen to him moving closer and closer to where you’re laying on the pink towel you threw on the grass earlier. You don’t have to take a look to know that he is staring at you, he always is. Like a weight on your body, his stare always feels like a warm blanket, heating up your insides and making you feel something you shouldn’t.

Eddie’s eyes are roaming your body, your glistening bare skin, the skimpy bikini bottoms that are only held together by the strings on the sides, the little bow coming undone slowly. He kneels down before you, making a gasp fall from your lips when the water from his hair drips on your belly and his cold hands touch your hip, fingers reaching for the strings so he can fix the little bow. 

You open your eyes to find him looking down with a smug smile as he plays with the strings on your bottoms, re-tying it for you. Your breath hitches in your throat from the touch of his hand and the closeness of him, if you were to sit up, your noses would bump together but you stay in place, only pushing yourself up on your elbows. 

“I’m sorry, sweets,” he chuckles softly, taking his sweet time as his fingertips graze your bare hip, “didn’t mean to get you wet,” he smirks, a look of mischief flashes in his eyes as water continues to drip from his body onto yours. 

“Are you sure?” You challenge him the way you always do, blinking at him innocently as you bring your knees up higher and bite your lip, making him gulp and blush instantly. 

You always know how to break him. 

Eddie is oh so confident and flirty, throwing looks and comments your way that are a little too suggestive for someone who is considered a best friend, but the moment you join in on his game, even if only subtly, he turns into a blushing mess, no longer the confident, cocky guy he wishes to be. 

But even when he turns into this, blushing and nervous, you can still feel that one certain energy radiating off him and it makes you squirm, it fills you with curiosity and the urge to cross that invisible line, your deepest desires, the ones that are locked away begging to be released. You never let them, you never even looked or paid attention to what you really wanted or craved. You played his game, you flirted back, you teased him but you never admitted to yourself that there was… something. 

“Hm, no,” Eddie murmurs, suggestively. He ties the knot, strongly and then, he hooks his finger around the strap, he pulls it back and lets it snap against your skin, making you jolt in your place, a tiny gasp falling from your lips once more as a bigger smirk appears on his face. His eyes roam your body, he takes you in fully before he leans back and plops down on his own towel, laying down, he places his arm behind his head, closing his eyes to the sun, he lets out a sigh of contentment, acting as though he didn’t just touch you the way best friends normally don’t do. Asshole. 

“This is nice, I’m glad we came out here.” 

You hum in agreement, taking advantage of the fact that his eyes are closed, you allow yourself to take a closer, better look at the man who had become your best and closest friend. He is attractive, very handsome, you aren’t blind, you never have been but he is your friend, you never allowed yourself to look at him a certain way but lately it’s become harder to stay so… blind, to not let his lingering touches make you weak in the knees, to not let his comments fill you with giddiness, to not feel something when he holds you in his arms, when he plays with your hair or places his hand on your thigh when you’re in his passenger seat. 

You don’t know where this sudden change has come from, it’s always been that way with him, from the very beginning, he’s been touchy and affectionate with you but it didn’t always make you so excited, it’s been a recent development, something that Nancy and Robin teased you about, they saw your reactions whenever he kissed your cheek and called you pet names, whenever he walked into a room only smiling the moment his eyes would meet yours. 

You never noticed it before, the feelings he left you with after all his sweet gestures and touches, only when your friends had brought it up to you, leaving you a blushing and a confused mess, did you start to open your eyes… a little, and suddenly things started to change, your reactions to his comments, no matter if they are flirty or sweet, your reactions to his lingering touches, the way his fingers would play with yours, the way they would drum against your skin, so very close to the hem of your skirt or your shirt, the way he would tuck your hair behind your ear or wipe the foam off your upper lip after taking the first sip of your morning latte before taking his thumb into his mouth and licking it off, moaning while doing so – what was normal before, suddenly wasn’t anymore, everything he did, everything he does now drives you crazy and leaves you yearning for more but you never dared to be the one to take another step forward, to cross that daring line, to make the first real move. 

He is still Eddie, your best friend, your soulmate, the person you don’t want to lose, especially over something like this, over reading into something that might not be there, over losing control of your own feelings. After all, this could all just be a part of… him. Maybe it’s just who he is, affectionate, teasing, flirty, daring. Maybe he is like that with everybody, not just you. 

But maybe not, maybe you are the only one and maybe, just maybe he is waiting for you to be the one to make another move, to take another step, maybe he has been waiting, maybe he has been waiting for a while now. 

You bite your lips so hard, you almost rip the skin open, your eyes are glued to his form, to the way his chest rises up and down, his wet hair a mess around him, lashes fluttering as his eyes are squeezed shut, your fingers itch to touch the ink on his pale skin, you lick your lips as your eyes follow his happy trail, mouth watering at the way his swim trunks are so low on his hips, his bulge so… god, you need to stop – but how can you? Your best friend is just so pretty. And his hands are so big, fingers so long and you have felt them on your skin before but you would be a goddamn liar if you said you didn’t think about them in other places. 

Your cheeks heat up at your own thoughts, though it doesn’t stop you from daydreaming some more and the longer you do, the more you start to lose yourself in them, wondering about all the different what if’s, wondering what would happen if you just made the move your friends have begged you to make, to be more daring, to be more teasing, to break him enough for him to do something you both clearly want. 

A bravery you don’t usually have, surges through your body, taking over completely. The urge to tease him back the way he teases you is so strong, so before you chicken out, before you think too much and too long, you reach behind you, undoing the bow he tied on your bikini top, you turn away from him and take the skimpy black thing off, throwing it down next to you, the cool breeze kisses your skin and if Eddie opened his eyes right now, he’d be met with the sight of your bare chest. 

You press your lips together and turn around, flipping your hair over your shoulder, you lay down on your stomach, stretching your arms out and letting out a sigh of contentment. You turn your head into his direction but close your eyes, even though you’re dying to see his reaction to you being topless but you are trying to play it cool, like it’s nothing. 

Eddie peeks one eye open after listening to all your movement and he almost chokes on his spit when he does, jaw falling slack, both eyes shoot open as he takes in the sight of you, of the skin that wasn’t bare only seconds ago – how, when, what?

He blinks, eyebrows furrowed, lips parted as he is gawking at you, at the way your boobs are pressed against the towel beneath you, at the softness of your skin, at the single drops of water still clinging to your body that he wants to touch oh so badly, your hair looks so shiny and soft, your face so content as you lay half naked next to him. 

Eddie’s cheeks heat up when he realizes that he would have seen you bare if only he opened his eyes a few seconds sooner. He licks his lips, nearly drooling over the sight of you. Suddenly, his trunks feel tighter than before when his mind takes him to places he only reserves for late nights when he is all alone and not afraid to risk to pop a boner. 

He tries to look away, he really does but he can’t, not when you look this hot. He allows his eyes to roam again and it only makes his case worse, his breathing quickens, his skin heats up, his hands itch to touch your soft skin, his lips long to trail kisses down your body, to have a little taste of you. 

If you were his, he would, he would start on your neck and he would kiss down to your shoulder and then your back, and he’d take it lower and lower until his lips would reach those skimpy panties, he’d take them off and taste you the way he always dreamed of, he’d lick a stripe up your pussy, suck on your clit, eat you out like the starved man that he is and he would get lost in your moans and your whines, in the pleasure that only he could make you feel. 

Eddie clears his throat, he nearly curses when he feels his dick twitching in need of you. He clenches his jaw, even more so when he sees your lips twitching into a smirk. Oh… Oh. 

He raises his eyebrows in surprise, his breath halting for a moment when he realizes what you did, you did this on purpose, you aimed to tease him. 

It’s not exactly something new, you being a tease but you have never taken things this far, you have never stepped up to his level. 

But now that you did… he can take things further as well, right?

If you decide to tease him like this, then he will tease right back. 

He pushes himself up, adjusting his trunks, he nearly lets out a groan when you wiggle your butt a little, pretending to get more comfortable. 

He bites his lip as he looks around in search for the sunscreen you have brought with you, he finds the bottle peeking out of your bag. He presses his palm on the grass beneath him, leaning over your body to reach for the yellow bottle. 

“What’re you doing, Eds?” You murmur, rather seductively

A smirk tugs at Eddie’s lips, the tone in your voice tells him that you believe you are in charge here and… maybe you are, right now, but he won’t let you win so easily. 

He chuckles lowly when a gasp tears from your pretty lips after he squirts the cold cream on your back. 

“Don’t want you to get burned, sweetheart,” he whispers, closing the cap of the bottle, he throws it on the ground before he lays his palms flat against your hot skin, spreading the white cream all over your back. 

You grow flustered and you start blushing, your breathing gets heavier and you visibly gulp when he starts massaging the sunscreen into your skin. You suck in a sharp breath when his hands move up to your shoulders, gripping you there for a moment before he moves back down, the coldness of his rings making you shudder a little. 

Eddie can’t even hide the smug look on his face after feeling your reaction, pride swelling in his chest when you sigh so beautifully because of his touch. 

You easily get lost in this, eyelashes fluttering, soft breaths and sighs falling from your lips as his strong hands move up and down your skin, touching you in ways that make you squirm beneath him. 

“Feels good,” you whisper as you arch your back a little, not knowing that just a small movement like this is enough to drive him insane, once again. 

“Fuck,” he curses softly under his breath, he swallows harshly. 

“What was that?” You ask, not hiding the smugness in your voice, very well. 

“Nothing,” he lies, “nothing, sweets.” 

“You sure?” 

He hums, shaking his head at your teasing, at the way you think that you will win the game that he started. 

Eddie moves his hands down to your sides, making sure to get the cream everywhere, so you won’t get burned, of course. His fingers dip dangerously low to the side of your boobs, and while it was only meant to tease you, to get a reaction out of you, he realizes that it was a mistake, only a little too late – it only makes his case worse when he feels just how soft and smooth your skin is that is usually hidden under all your clothes, when he feels himself craving to touch a little lower, to feel more of you, to make you feel–

“Mmmh.” 

Eddie freezes, hands halting at your sides, his big brown eyes widen and his lips part once again, he stares at the back of your head, stunned. 

You moaned at his touch, whimpered even, making those butterflies in his stomach feel stronger than ever. 

“Why’d you stop?” You mumble, wiggling your butt as though to tell him to keep going. 

Do you even know the power you hold over him? 

Do you even understand what you do to him? 

Eddie bites his lip, he bites hard, hard enough to taste iron. He sucks in a sharp breath, biting back the growl that threatens to fall from his mouth when he adjusts behind you, the rough material of his swim trunks rubbing against his dick. He is fucking rock hard and if you only turned around to take a look at him, you would see it. 

“I’m sorry, got a little distracted,” he says lowly, voice getting a little shaky. 

He feels so hot, and it’s not the sun that is making him sweat, it’s all you. 

He can see the way your lip twitches, the way your dimple shows when you smirk at his words. 

“Oh? By what, the birds?” You giggle. 

He chuckles, shaking his head at your question even though your eyes are still closed. He takes a moment to look at your surroundings, at the beautiful scenery, the trees and the big lake in front of Steve’s cabin – well, his parents cabin. 

God, he wonders where this weekend will take him, you and him. 

A weekend you were both supposed to spend with your friends, turned into this. Just you and him, and no one else. 

It’s only day one, and you are already close to making him cum in his swim trunks, like some pathetic teenage boy who couldn’t handle his crush’s teasing or touching. 

This will either be the best weekend of his life, or this might kill him – if you are only teasing, then this will surely kill him but if you are not, then he owes your friends a lot, for pretending to be sick or busy. He knows that they were lying when Robin fake coughed on the phone after telling him that she couldn’t make it, that she and Steve couldn’t make it, cause he got sick too… apparently. 

And Nancy forgot that she promised to help her mom with something, and if Nancy couldn’t come, then Jonathan couldn’t either of course – which led to Argyle staying back as well, cause where would he ever go without his best buddy? 

Eddie looks back down at you, at his best friend, who is laying half naked before him so comfortably, teasing him so freely. Another sigh escapes your lips and you squirm beneath him once again. 

Yeah, no matter how this will end, you will be the death of him. 

“Yeah, the birds,” he mumbles, snorting at his own words. 

He leans down closer to you, squeezing your sides which makes you jolt a little, a giggle falling from your lips. 

“I’m sorry,” he chuckles, eyes lighting up at the sweet sound, “I forgot how ticklish you are,” he teases, as if. 

“Mhmm sure you did, Eddie.” 

With a mischievous smile, he decides to take his teasing further, playfully digging his fingers into your waist, he begins to tickle you, making you yelp and jolt in surprise as you start squirming beneath his touch, giggles now falling freely from your mouth as his name rolls off your tongue so effortlessly, awakening those butterflies in his stomach. God, he wishes he could make you call out his name in different ways. 

You jump up, with your arms covering your front, one hand pressing against your boobs, hiding only just a little as you turn to face your best friend. You watch the way his eyes widen as they instantly fall to your chest, lust flashing in them, jaw dropping as his cheeks redden right this second, his expression makes you giggle even harder, even more so when you push him back and he falls onto the grass, flat on his butt, wet curls hanging in front of his hair. 

Eddie is so stunned by you, he can barely move as he stares at you, at your half naked form. God, you are so beautiful it hurts. 

The afternoon sun begins to turn golden, kissing your glowy skin and all your curves, your hair cascades down your shoulders, your hand that barely hides anything pressing against your boobs, he wishes it was his own. Licking his lips, he pushes himself up on his elbows, letting his eyes roam your body, shamelessly, dreaming about the way he would love to get between those delicious looking thighs of yours, the way he’d kiss every inch of your body, leaving no trace unmarked, the way he would nuzzle his nose into your neck and inhale your sweet scent, not playfully the way he usually does, but with a trail of kisses that he would leave behind. 

He would worship you in ways he can’t even begin to describe. Oh, how often Eddie finds himself up at night, working on yet another song about you, thinking of words that haven’t been created yet, strong enough to describe you. 

He feels uncomfortable in his swim trunks that are getting a little too tight, his skin feels on fire, not from the sun but from you. He lusts after you, yes, but there is also more than that, so much more. It isn’t just the lust that makes these feelings so intense, it’s all his deepest feelings for you, feelings that only his notebook filled with song texts know about… and maybe your friends, who aren’t as oblivious as you are. 

“I’m gonna take a shower, and you should too,” your voice pulls him out of his thoughts. 

Eddie clears his throat, watching you get up, not bothering to pick up your top or your dress that you wore earlier, you simply keep your chest hidden by your right arm. 

“You’re helping me cook dinner,” you give him a pointed look before you turn around and begin to walk back to the house. 

Eddie smiles cheekily as he pushes himself up further, eyes glued to your butt now. 

“Are you telling me to get into the shower with you?” He calls after you, unaware of the butterflies that he caused in your stomach now. 

You don’t turn around, you keep walking, hiding the flustered expression on your face from him. You flip him off without looking back, biting back your smile when he laughs loudly. 

Eddie watches, craning his neck to see more of you, the way your butt jiggles as you skip up the stairs. He bites his lip, groaning at the sight of it. 

“Goddamn.” 

You will be the death of him.

-

It’s dark outside by the time Eddie comes out of the steamy bathroom, the cabin is mostly dark too, candles illuminate the living room and the sound of music fills the space. A smile lingers on his face as he makes his way down the hallway, his wet curls bouncing with each step that he takes, he throws on a clean shirt, his gray sweatpants hang low on his hips. 

A groan almost falls from his lips when he walks into the kitchen to you standing there in nothing but one of his shirts, now that sight is nothing new to him but it never fails to take his breath away, though usually you have on more than just the shirt. Your bare legs are glowy beneath the dim lights, from hours in the sun and that delicious smelling cream you always put on your skin after showering, you sway your hips to the music, shirt riding up in the process. Eddie can’t help but wonder if you are wearing any panties at all beneath his shirt. Fuck. He shouldn’t let his mind go there, you have done enough teasing for the day, he almost jerked off in the shower and maybe he should have, maybe that would have released some of the tension in him but he wouldn’t have been able to stay quiet, he never is. 

God, this really will be a long weekend filled with torture and teasing. He knows he should probably stop playing this dangerous game but he just can’t help but play into it. 

He slowly makes his way to you, you’re humming to the music, knife held in your hand as you cut up vegetables, an opened bottle of beer on the counter before you, your damp hair is braided loosely, falling down your back. He can smell your body wash from here, the sweetness of it – of you is so intoxicating to him, he wants nothing more than to wrap his arms around your waist, pull you into him and bury his face in the crook of your neck, inhale your scent and kissing your soft skin, he craves it so very badly, even more so, he craves for it to be something normal. 

Eddie wants you to be more than just his best friend. 

Everybody knows it, everybody but you. 

And maybe it’s better this way, maybe he would lose you if you did find out. 

You might be a tease, you might let him touch you in ways no one else is allowed to, you might give him hope sometimes, the hope that you could feel more than just something platonic for him but at the end of the day you are still best friends and he can’t lose that, especially not because he can’t control his feelings. 

Because what happens when you do find out and you don’t feel the same? 

What happens then? 

What happens if it drives you away? 

What happens if he loses you? 

And he can’t allow that to happen, he can’t lose you, not you, anyone but you. 

Eddie knows he should do himself a favor and stop being so touchy and affectionate with you, it does him no good, if anything, it makes him want you even more but he can’t help it, he has to take what he can get… right? 

He comes up behind you, snaking his arms around your waist, he breathes in your sweetness, chuckling when you tense up for a second before a cute giggle falls from your lips. 

“You scared me,” you whisper, tilting your head back, you look up at him as you ease into his touch. 

“Sorry sweets, didn’t mean to,” he murmurs, teasing you with that pretty smile of his as he snatches a piece of the cucumber you’ve been cutting and bites into it, winking at you as he steps away again and takes a look into the large pot on the stove. 

“Pasta?”

“Pasta Arrabiata,” you say, imitating the Italian accent that Steve always makes whenever he is cooking. 

Eddie chuckles, “wow that was horrible.” 

“Shut up,” you giggle, scrunching your nose at him. 

If you knew how his heart flutters at your laughter and at your cute nose scrunches. 

“Since when do we put cucumber in pasta?”

The disgusted look on your face makes him laugh again, he leans against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest as he eyes you up and down. 

“I’m also making a salad, it’s for you, you need to eat more veggies.”

His lips curl into yet another smile, warmth blooms in his chest. 

You take care of him, you always do. From making sure that he eats enough when he gets a little too lost in writing songs or working on campaigns to making sure that he wears a hat and a scarf when it’s cold outside, whether it’s something small or big, you are always there to look after him, you’ve always been there. 

“Alright, I’m eating the greens just for you, sweets.” 

He licks his lips as he eyes every inch of your exposed skin, tracing your soft features with the longing look in his brown eyes. The way his shirt looks on your body, the way your hair falls in front of your eyes despite you tucking it behind your ear just moments ago, the way you bite your lower up as you give him a disapproving look. 

“No,” you shake your head, pointing your knife at him, “you gotta eat them for yourself.”

“Are you threatening me?” He smirks, closing the gap between you both again, you instantly lower the knife and place it on the counter. 

You shrug, teasing him with a sweet smile, “what if I am?”

Eddie licks his lips, inching closer and closer to you, a smile tugs at his mouth, he hums as he raises his hand up to your face, combing his fingers through your wet hair before he tucks the fallen pieces behind your ear again. 

He is unaware of the effect he has on you, of the fluttering in your chest, of the burning in your skin, of the shaky breaths you suck in. 

“Then I think that’s really hot,” he winks at you as he moves his hand down your neck and then your shoulder, sliding it down along your spine, lower and lower until he’s holding your hip and pressing himself against you as he moves onto your other side, slower than necessary. 

Your lips part in surprise, every trace that he has touched starts to burn, your knees grow weak and your heart starts beating faster – how much longer can you deny the emotions he causes inside you?

“So, how can I help?” 

He is teasing you, you can hear it in his voice, and you don’t have to turn around to face him to know that there is a smirk on his face. 

“Set the table, pick a movie to watch later, dinner is almost ready.” 

“Yes, ma’am,” he murmurs into your ear before he walks away without another word, giving you a moment to take a few deep breaths. 

You take a sip of your cold beer, closing your eyes for a moment, you listen to your beating heart, you feel the goosebumps on your skin, you feel the rush of blood to your cheeks, the weakness you feel for your best friend. 

How much longer can you deny what is really inside of you, that it’s not just physical attraction? 

Your heart flutters when his deep voice sounds through the dining room as he sings along to the music, your lips curl into an adoring smile. You can hear him rummaging through the drawers, trying to find the table cloth you assume. 

Picking up the knife again, you continue chopping your vegetables, finishing up on your salad, though you quickly get lost in this… domestic energy you both have created. It feels so warm, so safe, so familiar. A feeling you can’t imagine sharing with anyone other than your Eddie. 

He comes back into the kitchen, humming, he grabs two plates and cutlery and places them on the counter before he passes by you, without a teasing smile or comment, he places his hand on your lower back, he reaches over your shoulder to retrieve two wine glasses from the shelf and steps away again, leaving the kitchen once more. 

It all feels so natural, so normal and yet, it makes you struggle to breathe because the butterflies in your stomach go wild – just the way they always do, but now it becomes harder and harder to not pay attention to them. 

You take another deep breath, willing yourself to calm down, to push aside your feelings, to keep doing what you did before… be unaware of what is buried deep within your heart. So, you move along and distract yourself with finishing cooking dinner, not allowing your mind to take you further into this pit of hell as you call it, because that’s what love and feelings are, hell. 

There is no good in love, there is no peace in having feelings.

It’s a rollercoaster ride that ends no matter how long it lasts, pleasant or not, it ends. 

And you refuse to let feelings get in the way of yours and Eddie’s friendship, he means too much to you to risk taking a step further into something that your stupid heart desires, you love him too much to let your lingering feelings ruin what you both have, besides… who is to say that he could feel something for you? 

You are his best friend and he is yours, that’s all you’ve ever been and it’s all you’ll ever be, best friends, nothing more or less, best friends who are affectionate with one another, who tease each other, who sleep in each other’s arms and do things that other best friend’s might not do… Though when you step into the dining room with the heavy pot in your hands, you halt in your tracks, freezing at the sight before you. 

The table is set but not like usual, it makes you struggle to keep pushing away those feelings that have been sneaking their way to the surface because why did he place the plates so close to each other when the table is so big? And why did he place candles on the table and light them up instead of keeping the lights on? And why did he change the channel on the radio? Why is slow music playing instead of the rock channel he usually settles for when there is no better option for him? 

You can handle his teasing, you can handle his touching, his flirting, his suggestive comments and looks he gives you so often. 

But this is something else, this is something that would have normally made you run, a table set up so romantically, a dinner that seems to become something intimate. Yeah, if someone else had set this up, you would’ve definitely ran, you would’ve felt anxious, suffocated. 

Those feelings don’t exist with him though, it’s quite the opposite, even with the lingering fear inside of you for what you feel for him. You feel giddy. 

“Picked the movie, sweets,” Eddie calls from the living room, snapping you out of your troubled thoughts. He enters the room with a grin on his face. 

You clear your throat and finally take the final steps to the table, putting down the pot in the middle, you glance at your best friend. 

“Yeah? What’d you pick?” 

“Something neither of us have seen yet,” he winks at you, moving closer and closer until he is right in front of you again. He grabs the chair and pulls it back, gazing down at you with his dark eyes, “sit.”

“I gotta get the rest of the food–”

“I’ll get it, now sit down, princess,” he murmurs. 

Whenever his voice gets so low, your knees feel like they’ll buckle at any moment, shivers run down your spine and your cheeks grow hot. 

“Alright,” you chuckle, plopping down on the wooden chair, you gaze up at your best friend, batting your eyelashes at him. 

Eddie sucks in a sharp breath, there is not much you have to do to drive him crazy. 

“Smells really good in here,” he comments, the mouth watering smell of pasta sauce and garlic bread makes his stomach growl. 

“Thanks Eds, now get the rest of the food before it gets cold.” 

“Yes, ma’am,” he winks at you, squeezing your shoulder before he turns around and makes his way out of the room and into the kitchen. 

You take a deep breath when he’s gone, rolling your shoulders and trying to calm your nerves, your heart is racing and it makes you feel ridiculous. You are here with Eddie, your best friend, Eddie. You got nothing to feel nervous about, you’ve been here plenty of times before, at dinner alone with him… though, it was never like this, you never had candle light dinners with slow music playing in the back. And his touches, his smiles, his voice never drove you this crazy before, he never made your heart flutter, his hands never made your skin feel hot, he never made you feel like you’d fall to the ground because your knees felt like jelly, he never made you feel those things before until recently… or did he? 

“I’m starving,” Eddie says dramatically as he places the salad bowl and the garlic bread on the table. Before he takes a seat, he opens the wine bottle and reaches for your glass, he glances at you as he starts pouring it in your glass, he notices your flushed cheeks and how fidgety you are in your seat as you eye him up and down, it makes his heart flutter. 

“We can’t have that,” you chuckle, reaching for his plate, you start filling it with salad first to which he protests, claiming that it will only make him starve even more. “You need some healthy food!”

“Not too much of it though,” he shakes his head as he lifts the lid of the pot, inhaling with a smile on his face, “I need that.” 

Your giggle makes his smile widen. 

“Alright.”

“You know I love your pasta,” he grins as he watches you fill the plate. 

“That’s Steve’s pasta,” you chuckle. 

“Nah, that’s his recipe, you cooked it,” he retorts, tilting his head to the side, “besides, you do it better.”

Warmth fills your chest and your cheeks, your smile gets even bigger now. 

“Don’t tell him that! He’ll be distraught!” 

“Don’t worry, it’s our secret,” he mumbles with a grin on his face as he finally takes the seat across from you, taking the plate from your hands when you hand it to him with a soft ‘thank you’. 

He waits for you to fill your own plate before he picks up the fork or even takes a sip of the wine you picked when you went grocery shopping together this morning. He leans back and takes a look around, your surroundings are so different than usual, so unlike the small apartment he recently moved into where you eat your dinners at his tiny kitchen table. He appreciates the home cooked meals you always bless him with and the way you always want to take care of him, it makes him feel warm, it makes him feel safe. 

Eddie wants to do the same for you, he wants to make you feel the way you make him feel but he believes that he can’t measure up, that he can’t give you what you give him, that he can’t provide you the same feeling of safety or warmth and maybe that is the sole reason why he hasn’t made a move on you yet, not because he is scared of ruining your friendship – god, he wants to ruin it so bad. But because you deserve more than he can give you, you deserve this, a big house with a stupid fireplace, a big garden, stability, someone who can take care of you, someone who can give you more than a small, shitty apartment, someone who can give you more than just the flowers he gives you or the pastries he brings you when you’re taking your lunch breaks at work. 

Yeah, your friendship is very precious to him, he is scared of losing you, every goddamn day he wonders if this will be the day where you don’t show up for him but it isn’t the reason for his lack of effort in fighting for what he actually wants, it’s the fact that he believes that you deserve better than him, someone less like him, someone more like… Steve. 

So he settles for loving you from afar, he tries to spoil you, he tries as best as he can. He teases you whenever he gets the chance to, he becomes giddy when you react to it, when you blush and giggle or even tease him back the way you did today, it sparks something in him, maybe it’s confidence or maybe just an illusion that you could feel the same, whatever it is, he basks in the feeling in those moments. 

His eyes soften and the beating of his heart becomes stronger as he watches you, the way you dig your teeth into your bottom lip, the way your beautiful eyes shine in the dim light, the light flush in your cheeks making you look so damn cute, the way your smile only widens when you glance at him, a small huff falling from your mouth. 

“What are you looking at?” You tease, putting down your plate before you. 

You. 

He always looks at you. 

Eddie knows he won’t have this forever, someday you will meet someone who will give you everything that he wishes he could, someday he won’t be the one sitting across from you enjoying your dinner, someday he won’t be the one in your life. 

“At your shirt, is it new… or?” He teases, acting like he didn’t just get lost in his head, thinking of your future that he might not be a part of. 

You look down at his shirt, smiling proudly, you stole it from him the last time you stayed over,  “mhm got it from this store called the drawer.”

Eddie snorts, though he adores the look on your face, “you’re so lame, the drawer? Really?”

“Mhmm,” you nod, picking up the fork you start eating happily. 

“Who sold it to you?” Eddie asks, squinting his eyes at you. 

“Oh, this uh… really handsome guy, said he’s in a band, corroded coffin?” You raise your brow, pretending to think. “Yeah, that’s what it was.”

Eddie’s stomach flips in excitement at the compliment. You’ve called him handsome plenty of times before, but it never fails to make him blush. 

“Damn, he sounds really cool,” Eddie says, laughing. 

You nod, a serious and adoring look now flashing in your features, no hint of amusement behind those eyes, no teasing, just pure adoration for him, “he is, he is the coolest actually.”

He gets flustered easily when he’s with you but when you look at him like this, with that sweet smile and those soft eyes, he doesn’t know what to do with himself, he doesn’t know what to say or how to act, so he hides his face by looking down at the delicious food in front of him, a sheepish smile resting on his face, one that makes your own even bigger. He finally takes a bite of the pasta and his eyes instantly close as he moans at the taste of it, making you giggle yet again. 

“Fuck me, yeah I’m sorry sweets, but I ain’t letting you get married, you’re stuck with me,” he jokes as he takes another bite, completely forgetting about all the anxious thoughts that swirled in his mind just moments ago. 

“Oh, you mean I’m stuck being your private chef?” 

“I wouldn’t call it that.”

You raise your eyebrows at him, chewing on the garlic bread slowly, you try to ignore the heat building up in your stomach as you look into his chocolate eyes, waiting for him to say that word.

“Oh, then what would you call it?”

Eddie looks at you through hooded eyes, a teasing smirk tugging at his plump lips.

“Housewife.”

A surprised giggle falls from your lips, though your cheeks start burning, especially under his gaze. Something tugs at your chest, something strong, something warm. Housewife. You never craved to be that, you never had such desires. Sure, you always dreamed of finding the one, finding true love, finding someone who will love you the way you can love, the way you always wished to love but that’s it, you never imagined yourself past the dating stage, you never daydreamed of weddings and a husband, you never thought of becoming a wife, a housewife at that but… when you think of yourself as that with Eddie by your side, with your best friend, with the one who had always been by your side through thick and thin, something in you beats a little stronger. 

You clear your throat, lowering your gaze to his ringed fingers, you can’t help but let your mind take you to sacred places. 

Eddie watches you intensely, eyes lighting up at the flustered state you are suddenly in, a state he only ever sees you in when he teases you with touches, with pick up lines, with his flirtations but never this. There is a little spark in him now, the sparkle of hope. 

“Well that would make you my husband.” Your voice is shaky, filled with nerves and something else that he can’t decipher at this moment. 

Oh, Eddie would put a ring on your fingers right this second. 

He never really planned his future, he never really saw one, especially not one in which he would be happy with a wife and kids by his side but he would be lying if he said that he doesn’t want these things with you. You make him crave things that were never even a thought of his before he met you, you make him want to be that for you, a husband. 

He doesn’t believe that he can give you what you want, what you need, what you deserve but he knows one thing for sure, if he was given the chance, he would make you so damn happy. 

“Would that be so bad?” 

You look up again and into his eyes, something in them is different now, something in the way he looks at you is so… intense and raw, there is a softness in them, one stronger than usual. 

Would that be bad?

You shake your head before you can even come up with the right words to say, or with words you should say. Something has changed, perhaps a long time ago or just now, but you know one thing for sure, your heart never beat this strongly before and your hands never itched to touch his so badly. 

You know the truth is hidden behind the walls you have put up, but that wall started crumbling a long time ago, long before you had the chance to even notice. 

The energy in the room has shifted into something more… intimate and it’s not the candles or the music, it adds to it, but those aren’t the main reasons, it’s the energy you both have created, it’s the lingering touches, it’s his foot touching yours under the table, not playfully like usual, it’s different, it’s all so different but it’s good. A comfortable silence takes over the room as you continue eating and as the seconds and the minutes pass, and you both sip on your wines, pouring a second glass, you both get a little bolder when the alcohol hits you. 

Your hands inch closer and closer to each other, your eye contact becomes a little more intense, making your breathing stutter and your heart skip several beats. 

And when he is done with his food, he pushes his plate aside and leans his elbows on the table, he clears his throat and takes a deep breath and then, he brushes his fingertips against your own before he envelopes your hand fully, taking it into his large one. 

You can’t describe the feelings rushing through you, he held your hand plenty of times before but until now, you never let yourself feel the rush of it, you never allowed yourself to pay attention to the electric feeling cursing through your veins but you allow it now, slowly… you allow it. 

“They’re really missing out, aren’t they?” You speak the first words that come to your mind as you stare into your best friend's beautiful eyes. 

Eddie looks around the dining room, shrugging when he looks back at you, his eyes roaming your face, his lips curl into a smile. 

“I don’t know, I kinda like it just being the two of us, we never really get the chance to be alone like this.”

You nod in agreement, “that’s true, I like it too,” you murmur before you reach for your glass and take a big sip of wine. 

“More wine and weed for us,” Eddie jokes, wiggling his eyebrows at you. 

You roll your eyes playfully, setting the glass back down, you tilt your head to the side, “speaking of weed, wanna roll us a joint?” 

Eddie doesn’t want to let go of your hand just yet but he nods, he could use that relaxation anyways, maybe it will calm his nerves around you before he does something that he might end up regretting later on. 

“Yeah, I’m gonna clean this up first.”

You shake your head, “no, I can do it–”

“Sweetheart,” Eddie says sternly, glaring at you, “I know I said housewife, I hope you know that doesn’t mean slave.” 

You can’t help but giggle at the seriousness on his face or in his voice, “Eddie, I hope you know that that’s exactly what most men think of when they want a housewife.” 

He frowns in disgust, scoffing at that, he begrudgingly lets go of your hand and pushes his chair back. 

“Well, most men are pigs who don’t even deserve a wife in the first place,” he says, getting up, he glares at you and points at you to stay seated. “You don’t have to do all the work, you cook, I clean up, it’s simple.”

A smile graces your features, you tap the table before you reach for the wine bottle, pouring yourself a third glass, “well then, whatever you say, husband,” you giggle and get up as well, holding your hands up in surrender when he gives you a warning glance, “don’t worry, I won’t lift a finger, I’m gonna grab my wine and wait for you in the living room.” 

“Yeah,” Eddie murmurs as he gathers the dirty plates, “sit your pretty ass down.” 

You definitely feel the wine in your system now, that fuzzy feeling and the slight dizziness feels so welcoming though. 

“Yes, sir.”

Before Eddie can stop his mouth from running, those words tumble out of his mouth just like that. 

“Good girl.” 

You nearly choke on your spit and trip over nothing, his words rush right to your core, your cheeks start burning hotter than before. 

Good girl. 

He called you a good girl, with that raspy, deep voice of his that never fails to make your insides crawl with need, that never fails to ring through your head when you’re in your bed with your hand between your thighs, imagining him and his voice calling you just that. 

You don’t know how you manage to keep your composure but you do, only allowing a soft giggle to leave your lips as you continue your way out of the dining room and into the living room, you round the corner and rush to the big couch where he luckily can’t see you, your knees almost buckle before you can even take a seat. 

You close your eyes and sigh out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Pressing a hand to your chest, you nearly gasp at the beating of your heart. 

“Oh my god,” you whisper to yourself. 

Eddie will be the death of you, you are sure of it, if not tonight then tomorrow, and if not then, then on the last day of your trip. 

The veil that was hiding all your truths was already being lifted when you were still in Hawkins, slowly everything was coming out, all the feelings you were denying, all the things you were so afraid of admitting, you lost control and power a long time ago. The moment Robin opened her eyes to what was there this whole time, the moment she confronted you about your feelings for him was the moment you could no longer hide. The veil is no longer there, it’s long gone and lost with the wind. 

You run your fingers through your hair and lean back into the soft cushions, taking a big gulp of the red wine that will surely give you a headache tomorrow morning, you keep your eyes closed for a moment, you begin to curse her out in your head because all your reactions to his words and touches just now only confirmed all her beliefs. 

Fuck Robin for saying all that shit to you that changed your feelings and opened your eyes completely, a month ago. Fuck her for telling you that you indeed have feelings for Eddie, for your best friend. Fuck her for making you start realizing it and be self conscious for it. Fuck her for making you feel scared of losing Eddie because of it. 

“Fuck,” you whisper to yourself, you open your eyes and look around the lightly dimmed room, you take in the sound of Eddie’s voice, of his humming to the music, of the way your heart flutters more and more. 

You are so fucked. 

You will ruin the friendship, you are sure of it. 

If only you knew that this is exactly what he wants. 

You keep yourself busy with your wine glass, staring into blank space as you continue letting your thoughts eat at you, letting the insecurities and the doubts creep in, when all you want to do is get lost in the feeling of what he gave to you at the dinner table, just moments ago. 

You are so lost in your head, you don’t even notice the music being turned off, you don’t even hear his footsteps or his voice until he is standing right before you after throwing a bunch of different snacks on the coffee table. 

“I know the munchies are gonna hit you,” your best friend chuckles as he finally sits down beside you, joint already between his fingers, lighter on the coffee table. He turns to you, wiggling his eyebrows at you as he offers you the joint. 

Yeah, maybe this will help, maybe this will relax you enough to get a grip on yourself again, maybe this will stop you from doing something that will make you regret. 

Your heart, your body, everything in you seems to be sick of living in denial though because before your mind can kill this moment, you are already moving forward, looking into his eyes, you lean down, closer and closer, you wrap your lips around the joint that is still snug between his fingers. 

The widening of his eyes, the parting of his lips, snaps you out of whatever had possessed you, though not enough, not even in the slightest. 

You raise your brows at him expectedly, waiting for him to light up the joint for you. 

The flush in his cheeks, the rosy color taking over his face, his squirming makes satisfaction rush you. 

You were teasing him all morning, all afternoon and every time you added one more, you wanted to risk more, but now things just have gotten out of hand, you got lost in your own little game and you let your feelings, your desires take full control of you. 

Poor Eddie doesn’t know what to do with himself as he looks down at you, if it wasn’t for the alcohol in his system, he would lose all composure and stutter like a little kid around his crush. He manages to reach for the lighter and he never looks away from your pretty eyes or your lips, or the shirt that keeps riding up on your thighs, a little more and more. 

He lights the joint and he is surprised when you don’t look away, when your eyes stay locked with his and a satisfied moan escapes you – only worsening his case. You inhale deeply and furrow your eyebrows in concentration, a lazy smile spreads on your kissable lips and you lean back further after blowing out the smoke. You bring your knees up to your chest and hand him the joint. “That’s nice,” you sigh out in pleasure, “I needed that.” 

“You’re starting to sound like an addict,” Eddie smirks, hiding his blushing cheeks behind his curls as he takes the joint from your fingers and places it between his lips, unaware of the way you follow his every movement as he gets comfortable beside you, resting his feet on the table, he stretches his arm out and wraps it around the headrest behind you. 

“What… movie did you pick out?” You ask him and he doesn’t even notice your stuttering or the way your eyes are glued to his exposed skin as his shirt rides up, exposing his happy trail. 

Eddie shrugs, reaching for the remote, he glances at you, “I dunno, one of the movies Steve recommended we should watch.” 

“Oh?”

“Mhmm,” He nods and presses play before he throws the remote on the coffee table, “let’s see how good his taste is.”

“You already know he loves the cheesy shit,” you laugh and scoot closer to him with your wine glass still in your hand, you’re searching for his warmth. 

“Yeah, he does,” Eddie chuckles. 

He lowers his gaze to your thighs, noticing the goosebumps on your skin, he puts the joint into the ashtray and he reaches for the knitted blanket thrown over the couch, he spreads it open and covers your legs with it, “don’t want you freezing, sweets,” he murmurs. 

Your eyes soften for him, a smile spreading on your lips. You lean forward and place your wine glass on the coffee table and then you scoot closer to him and throw the blanket over his lap as well before you place your head on his chest, snuggling up against him with a content look on your face… beside the blushing on your cheeks. 

Eddie wraps his arm around you without a second thought – this is nothing unusual for you, neither is the hand holding, or the sharing of clothes or the intimate touches but everything you do today, that you usually do as well, feels so different, it makes him nervous, it makes you nervous, it feels like the first time. 

And when you place your hand above his heart, he grows anxious that you might feel just how strongly it’s beating for you, he is scared that you will figure out his feelings and that that will make you run, run from him. 

“Your heart is racing,” you whisper softly, causing him to tense up a little but when you press your chin against his chest and you gaze up into his eyes, he feels a sense of calmness bleed through him, safety. 

Eddie blinks, not knowing what to say without giving away the truth, without giving away just how much he wants to kiss you right now, how much he wants to make you his, how badly he wants to confess and get it off his chest. 

“Is everything okay?” Your angelic voice makes him feel weak, the candle light makes you look so soft, your scent makes him feel drunk, his lips yearn to touch yours, his heart screams for you. 

God, he really wants to kiss you so bad. 

And he wants to kiss you even more when he sees the way your own eyes flicker between his lips, his neck and his eyes. He tightens his hold on you, prompting you to scoot even closer as you lean your warm body into his as your hand slips down to his stomach, your nails grazing the sliver of exposed skin on his stomach, he nearly whimpers at the feeling. You truly know how to drive him crazy. 

“Yeah,” he whispers, lips curling into a smile, “everything is perfect.” 

Almost perfect. 

It would be perfect if he could just grab your face and smash his lips against yours, kissing you breathless. 

You bite your lower lip as you keep staring up at him, you look as though you want to say something, your eyebrows pull together whenever you hold something back, whenever you desire to speak up about something – he doesn’t pressure you to talk though, he never does, he gives you time, as always. 

His eyelashes flutter, his lips part in surprise when he watches you move closer to him, closer and closer until your lips are pressed against his jaw, you peck him once before you shyly pull away and bury your face in his chest, turning your attention back to the TV right as the movie begins to play and he is glad that you do, because his eyes widen the way they probably never did before and blood rushes to his cheeks, no doubt making him look like a tomato right now, his heart feels as though it will beat out of his chest at any moment. 

You were teasing him this morning, you were very clear about that, the smirk and the smugness on your face gave it away every time but you are no longer teasing now, this is different, this is something else, this is something new. 

Eddie swallows the lump in his throat and he takes a deep breath, exhaling slowly and shakily. 

He wonders if you know the effect you have on him, he wonders if you know how he feels for you, he wonders if you know just what he would do for you. 

“Pass me the joint?” He whispers, not recognizing his own voice due to how shaky it is. 

You do as he asks, pulling away for just a second, you reach for the joint and hand it to him before you settle back comfortably against his chest, pressing your cheek tightly against it. 

Despite the nervousness in him, he keeps his arm wrapped around you tightly, and he even takes it a little further, becoming a little bolder, he sneaks his hand under your shirt and lays his plat flatly against your warm back.

You sigh in contentment and curl further into him, welcoming the touch of his hand, especially when he starts rubbing up and down. 

“That feels so nice,” you murmur, moaning softly, “don’t stop, Eddie.” 

Of course it wasn’t the greatest move to make, of course it would backfire, of course he would be the one with the problem. It’s already not helping that you’re almost fully on top of him, hand underneath his shirt as your nails scratch against his skin and now you are moaning because of him. 

He places the joint between his lips and takes a long drag, needing it desperately. 

“Your hands always feel so nice, Eds.” The words tumble fall from your lips just like that, like you no longer find yourself caring about the consequences of your words or your actions, maybe it’s the alcohol and the weed in your system that makes you so careless and bold, or maybe it’s the reassuring touch of your best friend that gives you the confidence to let you say what’s on your mind. 

Eddie freezes, shocked he stares at the movie playing on the screen, his hand stops moving as well for a moment, he wonders if he really heard you right. You press against his hand again, wanting more. 

“And you don’t know what they can do, sweets,” he rasps into your ear, confidently and like he isn’t losing his mind over you. 

A whimper sounds through the room, your whimper. You try to conceal it by coughing into your hand but he heard it, and he felt how you tensed up at his words.

He swallows harshly, squirming beneath you, he tries his hardest to hold back that growl. His hand slips from under your shirt and down to your thigh when you lean forward to reach for the joint in the ashtray. 

“Rolling good joints?” You murmur, trying to hide your nervousness and how flustered you really are. 

Eddie can’t help but snort, mumbling a soft ‘sure’ to your question. 

Despite the tension in the room and your unwanted awkwardness, time keeps passing and the night goes on, the movie continues playing, moving into a direction that neither of you expected at the start of it – what begins with an innocent scene of the beautiful lead getting ready for her date with the guy she is keeping a secret, develops into something different, something more, something that should not have the effect on you that it does right now but when they start kissing in his car, slowly and sensually at first, her fingers buried in his long hair as his slip under her shirt, you can’t help but bite your lip. Your skin grows hot, your thighs clench together, your grip on his shirt tightens as your mind flips this scene into you kissing Eddie in his car. 

The wine was supposed to help, the weed too, but neither of them did, neither of them managed to give you the calming effect that you were hoping for, if anything both only heightened your senses and intensified absolutely everything in you, because suddenly, his body feels so much closer, his cologne so much more intoxicating than usual, his touch heating your skin on fire, his breath on your skin tickles you and those evil thoughts in your head make you wonder what it would feel like to feel his breath elsewhere, to feel his lips on your skin and his hands holding you tightly, keeping you in place as his lips touch parts of you only your hands did before. 

Your heart starts beating faster and you begin to lose composure, the rational voice in your head is gone for good, desire and need taking over now, a confidence you didn’t know you had rushing through you as you move your leg, pressing the heel of your foot against his shin. 

And while you are getting bolder, Eddie is trying his best to stay calm, to not act upon his feelings and ruin the one good thing in his life, despite the clear signs you are currently giving, he makes no move, even when he wants nothing more but to bury his face in your neck and suck on your skin until you are marked up by him. The smell of your perfume drives him insane, the feeling of your skin pressed against his makes his stomach flutter with no end near in sight, his heart hasn’t stopped racing yet. 

The blanket slips from your lower half, his shirt has ridden up on your body, revealing the panties you are wearing, the black lace resting so perfectly on your soft skin. He clenches his jaw at the sight of it, biting back the moan that wants to fall off his lips so badly. 

Something else flutters now, not just his heart or those butterflies in his stomach and it makes him so uncomfortable because he won’t be able to hide it, not right now. 

Soft moans fill the living room, along with the sounds of lips smacking together. You bite your lip even harder, hold onto him even tighter as your eyes stay glued to the screen, watching intently as the couple undresses each other slowly, their hands becoming more and more desperate on each other, whimpers getting louder. 

You are so lost in it, you let your body move on its own, your foot continues to slide up his shin and his knee, hip angling as you twist your body further into him. As the scene gets more and more intense, the thoughts in your head do too. 

The coil in your stomach grows, burning hotly, you are throbbing between your legs, growing wetter and wetter each passing second as you imagine yourself moaning like the girl on the TV – moaning for him, with him. 

Eddie is frozen in place, stunned at everything that is happening this very moment, not only is the scene very erotic but the moves you are pulling now are just about enough for him to get hard – and he can’t exactly conceal anything, not when he is wearing grey sweatpants and you are tightly pressed against him. 

Do you even know what you are doing to him? 

When Eddie shifts beneath you and his fingers dig deeper into your skin, you lower your head and tear your eyes from the screen to his lap and your mouth waters in an instant, eyes growing wide and the burning in your stomach only worsens. 

“Got a problem there, Eds?” You blurt out as you stare at the very prominent bulge.

He wants to crawl under the blanket and hide his flustered face but instead he rolls his eyes, trying to act cool, averting his gaze from you and back to the screen, pretending that it’s the girl in the movie that caused this. 

“I am just a man, leave me alone…”

A giggle escapes you, and you look up at your best friend to find him blushing furiously. His long lashes kissing his skin every time he blinks, his dark eyes shine so prettily, his lips are just so… so kissable. His neck is so perfect to be marked up by you. His dark hair cascading down to his shoulders so perfectly, but you want to make a mess of him. 

“Aw, poor man,” you tease him before you finally let go of any doubts, of any fears or anxious thoughts, you grab the joint from between his fingers and put it back on the ashtray and then, you lean back to him and do something that you always craved to do, you press your lips against his jaw, kissing him. 

His lips part in surprise, heart stopping for a moment, he stares into blank space now as you repeat the motion, pressing your lips against his skin again and again, humming in contentment. 

His legs feel like jelly and if he wasn’t sitting down already, he surely would’ve felt his knees buckle at this electric touch. Words can’t describe the feeling of this, of you. He imagined this so many times, your lips on his skin, just the imagination of it had him feeling giddy but this, he can’t even function. 

You move closer and closer, your hand finding the chain around his neck, your breath kissing his skin, you gaze up at him with those pretty eyes that could make him do anything you would ask for. 

“Sweetheart, what are you doing…?” He finds his voice again. 

You shrug, looking at him innocently, “I don’t know, I just want to kiss your face, is that so bad?” You ask before you lean in again, not waiting for an answer from him, you press your lips back against his jaw, finger hooked around his chain and your other hand moving from his chest and up to his hair, giving it a slight pull. 

Eddie’s eyes flutter closed, the soft smile that rested on his features before slowly falling now. He clenches his jaw when you kiss it again and again, his heart races like crazy now, the feelings in him, the love he feels for you bursting in him as he finally gets a taste of what things could be like if you were his girl. 

You light up a fire in him, but make him weak at the same time, you make him feel safe but he also burns for you, he desires you in ways he wasn’t even aware existed, only a taste of this, of you, could kill him because if he can’t have you again after having you once, he surely will die slowly and torturously as he forever will be reminded of this, of what could be. 

He breathes in shakily as his hands fall to your waist, gripping you tighter than ever before, it takes everything in him not to grab your face and kiss you senseless but it takes even more to stop you. 

He wants this, he wants you so bad, he wants to keep feeling your lips, your touch, you. 

But what is this to you? 

His hand moves up to the back of your neck, he wraps his fingers around it, pulling you away softly with a deep inhale.

“Don’t do this to me now, darling,” he whispers weakly, not caring about how vulnerable he sounds, how vulnerable he must look right now. 

You ignore his pleading, and you move closer again, straddling his thigh as you wrap your arms around his neck, you look into his eyes as you inch closer and closer to him, no longer caring about anything. You kiss his cheek softly and then the other, noting the soft sigh falling from his lips, the grip of his hand on you becoming tighter and stronger. 

Eddie is breathing heavily now, he doesn’t even know what to do with himself as your lips are so close to his own. 

“You’re killing me here, sweetheart,” he whispers. 

You pull back to look at him, taking in the intense emotions flashing in his eyes as he stares at you with nothing but hunger, his eyes flicking back and forth between your lips and your neck. 

“Why?” You whisper innocently as you lean in again and without thinking, you press your lips to the corner of his mouth. 

Eddie’s eyes flutter closed for a moment, a curse word falls from his lips as he clenches his jaw again. 

“Because I’m trying to hold back.” 

“Who says I want you to?” You ask softly and he opens his eyes again, tilting his head to the side, he furrows his brows at you. 

“Don’t do this to me, baby, you know how bad I–” 

The brush of your knee against his bulge as you throw your leg over his thigh completely leaves the words stuck in his throat, you straddle him the way you only ever did in his dreams. 

“How bad you what?” You whisper as you slowly lean your forehead against his, letting your lips brush against his own as you gaze into his eyes. 

You can see the way he is holding back from doing what he wants, what you both want, so you give him a little push. You nuzzle your nose against his, giving him that soft look that gets you anything you want, that makes him weak. 

If only you knew just the feelings you cause inside of him. 

Eddie takes a deep breath, he shuts down all the racing thoughts in his head and finally, he cups your cheeks, holding your face gently. 

“Oh, fuck me,” he whispers and smashes his lips against yours, kissing you finally. He pushes all his fears and his insecurities aside, not wanting to dwell on them any longer, not wanting to think of them now when he gets the chance to do this and your whimper, that needy little sound that comes from you when you kiss him back only fuels his need to kiss you harder and deeper. 

You press yourself against him, wrapping your arms around him tightly, you bury your fingers into his curls, taking a fistful of his hair as you move your lips against his, slowly at first. You get so lost in it, loving the way it feels to kiss his lips, to kiss your best friend. It’s everything and more than you imagined it to feel like, it feels so perfect, so right, so safe. You let yourself fall into him, melting into his embrace as his hands move down to your waist, holding you tightly the way you do to him. 

The sound of your sighs and moans, lips smacking and the movie still playing in the back, whimpers coming from the girl on the TV makes it all a little more intense, because the burning in your thighs becomes unbearable, the feeling of his tongue brushing against your lower lip as he pushes you down against his bulge has you aching and yearning. 

To Eddie this feels like a dream, like it’s something not real, not even close to being real because this is something that only ever lived in his mind, whether he was just thinking about you at work, while writing songs, while sitting next to you or while getting off in the middle of the night, this was only ever a dream but now it isn’t. The kiss is real, your moans are real, your body is truly pressed against his, you are sitting right on top of him, slowly dragging your hips along his aching dick and it feels so fucking good, better than he could ever even dream of. 

Everything in him burns for you, his heart, his soul, every cell, every organ, you are like a drug to him that he was already addicted to before he even tried it, but now? He is gone forever. A kiss that could lead to nothing, that could only stay this, a kiss, perhaps a mistake for you that you will regret come morning, enough to break him. 

What is it gonna be? The kiss that will lead to the start of something his heart screamed for since the very beginning? Or will this be his kiss of death? 

He has to be sure, he needs to be sure so he pulls away, begrudgingly so, he pulls away from the kiss that he never wants to stop, breathlessly, he opens his eyes to look at you for the first time after this change between you both but you are not having it, leaning in with a whine, you peck his lips again, making his heart flutter. 

“Baby–” You cut him off by kissing him again, desperately and he once again has to pull away reluctantly. 

“Baby, hear me out first, fuck–” he groans when you peck his lips again, whining at him in a way that has him clenching his jaw but this time, he cups your cheeks and pulls you away from him and you finally open your eyes and look at him, pouting at him with a needy look on your face. Fuck. “Fucking hell, wait– you need to tell me if you really want this or if its the alcohol and the weed talking.” 

You shake your head wildly, grabbing his wrists as you lean closer again, kissing his cheeks, his nose, his chin and finally his lips again, the way you always desired to, the way you always dreamed of, the way you always denied yourself of it when it’s all you ever wanted. 

“Is it the alcohol and the weed talking for you?” You murmur against his lips, looking at him through hooded eyes. 

With a frown he shakes his head, “fuck no, I’ve wanted this for so long, sweetheart, you have no idea for how long.” He admits openly, not caring about being vulnerable right now, about admitting his feelings for you – the friendship is ruined now. 

Your lips twitch, eyes shining with nothing but love for him, for your best friend, your heart bursts in your chest, everything in you calms down yet screams in joy. You can see the anxiety in his eyes, the fear that lingers within him, you want to take it. 

“Good, then we’re on the same page,” you whisper happily, nuzzling your nose against his. 

Eddie blinks, staring at you, stunned. A shaky breath falls from his lips, his heart has stopped beating for a moment, the world has stopped moving, time has stopped. He had dreamed of this for so long, fantasized about what it would feel like to kiss you, to touch you, to hold you, to love on you but he had never thought of this, simply because he never thought it would happen, that it would be a possibility, you feeling the same. He thought he was doomed, cursed to spend his life loving you from afar and watching you slip through his fingers as the years would pass, he would love you while you would love someone else, while you would build a life with someone else, he would stay your best friend, the obsessed, lovesick best friend who would never move on, the best friend who would choose you over and over again even if he was given the chance to be loved by someone else, he would never love anyone the way he loves you, his heart belongs to you, fully. He is yours, he had always been yours but he never thought that you could be his, no matter how many nights he spent wishing for it. Life had never been kind to him so why would it grant him the highest wish he has? And yet, here you are, looking at him as though he hung the stars and the moon, as though he is the best thing that was ever created, like he is something pure, something beautiful, something worth loving. Have you always looked at him this way? 

His eyes start burning as his heart starts beating again, the warmth he felt because of you, turning into burning desire, the desire to claim you like he had always wanted to, to rip his heart from his chest and give it to you. 

You whisper his name sweetly, grabbing his hand softly, you move it down your shoulder, your chest and finally placing it above your beating heart. 

“All for you, baby.” 

His breath hitches in his throat, his eyes flicker between your face and his hand, feeling the racing of your heart that matches the beat of his own. His eyes soften, love taking over the lust that was flashing in them just moments ago. He doesn’t know what to say, the words are stuck in his throat, he is speechless. 

You can see it, you can see the shock in his eyes, he stares at you like he wonders if this is real or not. He is breathing heavily, blinking slowly, his lips part, cheeks flushing. 

“Eddie–”

Suddenly, he moves forward and grabs your cheeks again, slamming his lips against yours roughly, desperately. He kisses you hotly, strongly, more intensely than he did before, like he is scared that you might slip away if he doesn’t do it this way. 

You throw your arms around his neck again, whining needily into the kiss, you part his lips with your tongue and slip it into his mouth, deepening the kiss further as you grind your hips against him, making him moan against your lips as he holds you stronger, gripping you tightly as though he is scared that you will slip away if he doesn’t. 

This kiss is much hungrier than the first, so much deeper and intense, it’s filled with a desperation that was pent up for a long, long time – not weeks or even months, but years. He waited for years for this, you can feel it and your heart races wildly for him. The need to show him just how much you want him too, how you reciprocate his love burns so deeply within you. 

You grind your hips against his, feeling just how hard he is for you, the ache between your legs becomes worse, unbearable, and he can tell, he can feel by the way you move your hips, by the sounds of your needy whines. 

Eddie doesn’t know what to do with himself, never had he felt such desperation before, such an overwhelming amount of love. He feels stuck between wanting to cry out of pure happiness while making love to you and devouring you vigorously as he shows you just how much he needs, wants you. 

His ringed fingers dig into your waist and he begins to push you off of him, guiding you down against the soft cushions without breaking the kiss, he groans against your lips when you spread your legs for him, tugging him on top of you before he can even do it himself. God, you truly want him just as much.

Eddie slides his hand up your body, cupping your cheek once more, he continues kissing you, clashing his tongue against yours, making you mewl as he takes control and grinds against you, a movement that tears out a different kind of sound in you, a whine so needy that it sends shockwaves through his body. 

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he breathes against your lips heavily as he pulls away from the kiss and opens his eyes to reveal just how dark they are now. 

You wrap your legs around his waist, causing your shirt to ride up in the process, your panties exposed to him now. 

He clenches his jaw, trying to control himself but it’s becoming so hard when you are under him like this, looking up at him with those needy eyes as you grab each side of his neck, leaning up to kiss him, again and again, pecking his cheeks and his lips before you trail the kisses down to his jawline. 

“I need you so bad, Eds,” you whisper into his skin, moving your hand down his shoulder and his arm, fingernails grazing his goosebump covered skin, you take his hand in yours and bring it back down to your body, placing it on your chest, “please?” You ask in desperation. 

He takes a deep breath, making his heart flutter and his body burn when he grabs at your boobs for the very first time. 

“Please what?” He murmurs as he presses you down again so he can latch his lips onto your jawline. “Tell me what you need, sweet girl. My fingers, my tongue… or my cock?” He surprises himself when those words fall off his lips when he doesn’t even know how to function at this moment. 

You shut your eyes and bite your lip when he kisses down your neck, finding your sweet spot with no struggle, he starts sucking. 

“Mmm, y-your fingers,” you whimper as you take his other free hand and guide it down your stomach slowly, “want your fingers, Eddie and then your cock.”

He could cum right here and there, he had dreamed of this too many times. 

“Yeah?” He rasps against you, still kissing your neck, “you want me to fuck you with my fingers first?”

You nod wildly, bringing his hand down to your laced panties, you spread your legs further, grinding against him needily. You are so wet, having soaked through your panties already. 

“I-I always think about you when I touch myself, I imagine it’s your fingers instead of mine,” you admit with burning cheeks. 

Eddie opens his eyes widely, leaning back from your neck after marking it up, he looks at your blushing face. 

“R-Really?” He stutters, though with a satisfied look on his face. 

Through hooded eyes, you look at your best friend as you nod shyly, humming. 

“Guess we got something in common then,” Eddie smirks as he leans down, pressing his forehead against yours, he pecks your lips as he slips his fingers down between your legs, finally, cupping your pussy, he presses against your wetness, growling at the feeling. 

“Fuck baby, you’re soaked.”

“I always am for you!” You whine, desperately grinding against the heel of his hand. 

His cock twitches at your words, stomach tensing up. 

The thought that you might’ve been sitting next to him during movie nights, squirming because of him, waiting to go home so you could touch yourself while thinking of him drives him insane. If he had known… he could’ve done this way sooner. 

Eddie pushes your panties aside, dipping his fingers through your folds, he makes both you and himself moan. 

“Don’t tease,” you whimper, bucking your hips and pressing yourself against him as he teases your entrance. 

“I can’t believe this is happening,” Eddie says as he brings his digits up to your clit, “can’t believe you’re letting me do this.”

While the shocked look on his face and the disbelief is cute, you can tell what is going on – what went on in his head all this time that he thought that his feelings would never be reciprocated. 

You grab his face and smash your lips against his again, kissing him just as roughly as he kissed you the second time, you try to show him, to make him feel what had been there all this time, and he welcomes it so happily, kissing you back right away while his fingers continue to move against your clit, teasingly at first, intensifying the aching inside of you. He licks into your mouth, sliding his tongue against yours as he moans needily, getting lost in the feeling he had craved for so long.

His stomach flutters when you wrap one leg around his waist while rolling your hips, wanting and needing more, he can feel you getting wetter and wetter, moans getting louder, lips moving sloppier. He slips his fingers lower, dipping his middle finger into you slowly, inching it inside of you, pulling the neediest sounds out of you as you clench around him already. 

“Fuck,” he mumbles against your mouth, “you’re so tight.”

“More!” You demand with a whine, making him chuckle. 

“More huh? One finger not enough for you, sweets?” He asks to which you shake your head, furrowing your brows when he adds a second finger, scissoring them inside of you as he opens you up. 

“No, I-I want more,” you whimper at the feeling of him splitting you open, preparing you for his dick, just the thought of it has you drooling already. “I need–” the words die on your tongue and you quickly forget what you even wanted to say when he starts fucking you in slow but deep movements. 

“You need what, hmm?” He taunts you, unable to hide the satisfied smirk on his face as he watches you fall apart beneath him, losing your mind over just his fingers as your jaw falls slack and those sweet sounds begin to fill the room along with the squelching of your pussy. “God… You’re so fucking wet.” Eddie doesn’t even know what to do with himself, his heart is beating like crazy, his cock is aching in his grey sweats that feel way too tight by now, pre cum already leaking through the thick material, something he should feel embarrassed about, but he can’t, not when you look him up and down like you’re some hungry and feral animal in heat. 

“All because of you, I’ve been wet all day!” You whine as you grab at his hair when he buries his face in your neck, breathing heavily against your skin as he covers you in love bites. He growls against you, loving those words a little too much. 

His wrist starts moving faster, fingers splitting you open, he fucks them in and out of you. 

“Do you fuck your tight little pussy like this too?” 

Your brows are scrunched together so tightly, eyes rolling back when he curls them inside of you, hitting just the right spot to make you cry out. 

“N-No! Not t-this good!” 

You roll your hips against his hand, craving to feel him deeper. Your hands are all over him, his hair, his shoulders, his back, gripping at his shirt as you hold on for dear life while he sucks on your neck and fingerfucks your sopping pussy. The room is filled with such dirty sounds, something that should leave you a blushing mess, something that should leave your cheeks burning in embarrassment but you cannot bother to care, it just feels so good and Eddie fucking loves it. 

He pulls back to look at you, to admire your face and those marks he left on you, proudly he looks down at you, a look of love, a look of lust flashing in his eyes. He watches the way you bite your lip, eyes open widely again, you admire him too. And then, you push yourself up on your elbow, pecking his lips before you look down at his hand, wanting to see, wanting to watch his fingers moving in and out of you. 

“You like that, huh?” He mumbles as he presses his forehead against yours, “you like being fucked by your best friend like this?” 

You whimper again, louder this time as you nod, clenching around his fingers so tightly that he can’t help but growl – how is he going to last? How will he be able to control himself not to cum the second he enters you? 

Everything becomes so much hotter, the air around you, the energy in this room, his body against yours, his fingers inside of you, the coil in your stomach, everything starts burning and somehow, it only fuels the need in you. 

You grab at the hem of your shirt and push it up to your collarbones, exposing your chest to him, your boobs bounce as you throw your head back against the pillow to see him better and his reaction does not disappoint, if you weren’t so lost in pleasure you would have giggled at the awestruck look on his face, at the wide eyes and the parted lips. 

“Baby,” he whispers as he presses his large hand to your now bare waist, slipping it upwards slowly, “you’re unreal, fuck… you’re so beautiful,” he murmurs as though in disbelief, staring down at you as though you are something that came straight out of his imagination. He grabs your boob roughly, pinching your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, he leans down and wraps his lips against the other, wasting no time to suck on it, making you arch your back against him as you throw your hand into his curls, fingers grazing his scalp as you give it a harsh tug, something that he fucking loves. 

“I-I… oh my god!” You whimper as tears begin to pull in your eyes when he presses his thumb to your clit, teasing you. “D-Don’t stop! Don’t stop, Eddie! That feels so good!” You nearly scream as he starts moving his fingers faster than before, fucking them in and out of you roughly. You are clenching around him, digging your heel into his ass as you move along to his thrusts. 

He looks up at you, loving the sight of you coming undone before him, it’s the prettiest sight to him. He can’t wait to watch you fall apart beneath him when he actually fucks you. He licks around your nipple, adding more pleasure to your body. 

“Eddie!” You writhe beneath him, blinking the tears away as you look down at him. Your stomach tenses up, burning as the pleasure builds up more and more, almost becoming unbearable, everything inside of you is lit on fire, absolutely every part of you. Your toes curl, your knuckles turn white from how rough you are grabbing at his curls, the sounds that fall from your mouth are almost not recognizable, sounding too pornographic but you have never felt anything like this before, especially not from just being finger fucked. 

Eddie pushes himself back up, straightening his back, he slides his hand further up your chest, passing your collarbones and settling around your throat, he tests the waters at first, needing you to be okay with this – he watches the way your eyes darken at this, lips parting as you push yourself up on your elbows, you bring your hand up to his wrist, wrapping your fingers tightly around it, you press it harder against your throat, asking him to choke you. 

Eddie laughs darkly, lips curling into a satisfied grin, he shakes his head at you, “of course you’re into that shit. You’re a naughty girl aren’t you?” 

It takes you a moment to answer his question because the view before you is just a little too distracting. Eddie hovers over you with one hand between your thighs, knuckle deep buried inside of you while his other hand is now wrapped around your throat, rings on, veins popping out of his tattooed forearm, dark curls falling in front of his face as he looks down at you like he wants to devour you but make love to you at the same time. 

God, he is beautiful. 

Your eyes move down his body, the wet patch on his sweatpants, the bulge making you drool, making you want to drop to your knees for him, worship him, choke on him, suck the soul out of him. You can’t help yourself, moving your hand down his stomach, you grab his dick, wiping the smirk off his face completely as he moans loudly. 

“F-Fuck, sweetheart.”

You palm him through his sweats, teasing him the way he teased you, though Eddie is less patient than you are. His hips stutter, a whimper falls off his lips so prettily and you almost tease him for it but he curls his fingers so deeply inside of you, presses his thumb against your clit so strongly that your vision blurs for a second. 

“Eddie… Eddie!” You say his name twice, pressing your hand stronger against him, you hook your fingers around the band of his pants. 

“D-Don’t tease me or else I’ll cum right this second,” he growls as his cheeks start burning at his words. 

“Don’t do that,” you warn as you push his pants down just enough, his dick slaps against his stomach, precum leaking out and rolling down his length, his tip an angry red, thick veins so prominent. Your eyes widen and your mouth waters at the sight of him, of his size, his length. 

Eddie looks down at you with burning cheeks and begging eyes, he feels the way you clench around his fingers, feels how you soak his digits. 

You look at him intensely, watching him fall apart at nothing but the touch of your hand, his eyelashes flutter, a content sigh falling from his lips when you wrap your fingers around his length, “your cock is so pretty, Eds,” you purr, jerking him off slowly, you tease him a little, “I want to choke on it.”

His hips stutter, cock twitching in your hand as he whimpers at your words, “fuck… you can’t just say that to me.”

You pull your hand away from him, holding it up to him, “spit.”

His eyebrows shoot up in surprise, eyes darkening further but he complies, right away, he spits into your hand and watches the way you bring it back down to his dick, wrapping your fingers around him again, you grip him just perfectly, jerking him off in a way that he only ever dreamed off. 

“You’re gonna kill me,” he moans, clenching his jaw in concentration, his eyes moving back and forth between your glistening pussy and your hand getting him off. “I-I won’t last long,” he warns you, wanting to get lost in the pleasure, but even more so, he wants to feel you wrapped around him. 

With your free hand, you tug at his wrist, needing to feel his lips on yours again and without wasting a second, he slams his mouth against yours, kissing you roughly as he takes full control, parting your lips with his tongue, he moans into your mouth when you clench around his fingers again. 

The room is now filled with heavy moans, no longer coming from the TV but from you and him, desperation so clear in both your voices, lips smacking against one another so needily and the alcohol, the weed in your systems only makes it all a tad bit more intense. 

As much as Eddie is enjoying the feeling of your hand wrapped around him, he has to stop you or else he will cum before getting what he actually wants. 

“Sweetheart,” he murmurs against you, lips twitching when you already whine in protest, “baby, I-I fuck… I need you stop or else I’ll cum too fucking soon.”

You pull away begrudgingly, wanting to pout at him but he quickly distracts you by speeding up his fingers inside of you. Letting go of your throat, he brings his now free hand down to your clit, wasting no second to play with your sensitive nub while he curls and slams his fingers in and out of you. 

A gasp falls from your lips as he repeatedly brushes your sweet spot, the one that allows you to see stars. A single tear slips down your cheek, one that he instantly kisses away. You want to look at him, you want to watch your best friend but the pleasure becomes too much and you can’t help but shut your eyes tightly. Your stomach burns in a way that has you whimpering and when you try to close your legs to relieve that pleasurable pain, he grabs your knee and stops you. 

“I can feel you clenching around my fingers, baby,” he murmurs hotly against your lips, “I know you want to cum, so let go for me,” he whispers, “let go.” One more swipe against your clit, one last thrust, one more kiss to your neck and you come undone for your Eddie, leaking around his fingers as your body trembles beneath his. 

“Oh my god,” you whisper. 

He slows down his movements, looking down at your legs to see them shaking, just from this. He lets you ride out your orgasm, giving you a moment to catch your breath. He kisses your face, your cheeks, your forehead, your jawline and your lips. And then, he pulls his fingers out of you, his mouth waters at the sight of your slick, wasting no time to bring his digits up to his lips, he dips them on his tongue, closing his eyes at your taste, he moans loudly. 

You open your eyes at the sound, stunned, you stare at him in hunger and lust, watching the way he laps at his fingers that were inside of you just seconds ago. His eyes are closed and he looks content. If you hadn’t been so feral already, you definitely would have been by now. 

“You’re even sweeter than I thought,” he mewls after releasing his fingers with a pop, opening his eyes to look down at you with a smirk. “I can’t wait to take my time and eat your pussy.” 

You grab him by the chain around his neck, tugging at it harshly, you’re surprised it doesn’t break by the force, you pull him back down against you and kiss him, tasting yourself on his tongue. 

Eddie smiles against your lips, loving the way you moan at your own taste. He feels your hands sliding down his back, tugging at his shirt, demanding him to take it off and he does so instantly, only breaking the kiss for a second so he can tear it off his skin before his lips are back on yours, his pants are next to go as you push them down further, with your help he kicks them off, not caring where they land. 

He hooks his finger around your ruined panties, he begins to tug at them and you push your hips up so he can take them off, dragging them down your legs, he throws them to the ground beside his clothes before you both pull away from the kiss to take off the shirt that is still bunched up over your chest. 

“You’re so perfect,” he murmurs, looking at you in awe and then, his lips return to you and he places his elbows on either side of your head, pressing his chest against yours as you wrap your legs around his waist, tugging him closer and closer until nothing separates you any longer, until he feels your heat against his aching dick and he is so close, so close to getting what he wanted, until he remembers. 

“Fuck,” he curses in annoyance, clenching his jaw already as he breaks the kiss, “wait…” But you don’t listen, cupping his cheeks, you make it even harder for him when you keep kissing him, pleading for more. 

Frustration bubbles up inside of him and he almost wants to cry. 

“Sweetheart,” he murmurs, shakily. “Wait, wait, wait…”

Finally, you pull away, eyes filled with curiosity, “what?”

“I don’t–” he cuts himself off, rolling his eyes as he clenches his fists and closes his eyes for a moment, “I don’t have a condom,” he says through gritted teeth, feeling dejected but then he feels you pull him closer again, cupping the back of his neck, you press your lips back against his.

“It’s okay, I’m on birth control and I’m clean,” you whisper, pressing your heel against his bum, “I waited too long for this, so don’t stop… please, Eddie.” 

A growl threatens to spill from his lips, the feeling of frustration is suddenly replaced by something else, not only the need he had felt for so long but something else, something much stronger, something that has him fighting his inner demons. 

He opens his eyes, staring at you as though you had gone crazy. 

“Do you have any idea what you do to me, sweets?” 

You giggle so cutely at that, in a way that makes him want to pound you into this couch until you are nothing but a screaming mess. 

“I have an idea,” you admit smugly, batting your eyelashes at him as your eyes flicker back and forth between his tattoos and his lips, hand already moving down his stomach, fingers reaching for him, you bite your lip as you look into his eyes, he is staring at you so intensely that it makes you blush. You wrap your fingers around his length again, mewling when you guide him through your wet folds, teasing both you and himself. 

Eddie grips the pillow beneath your head, cursing at the feeling. You can tell that he is trying to control himself, trying to keep his composure but he is losing it quickly when he feels your heat, your wetness. 

With your free hand, you hold onto his bicep, looking up at him with begging eyes, “please, fuck me, Eddie,” you whisper as you tilt your head up to kiss his lips, “show me how bad you want me, don’t hold back… please–” 

With a growl, he lets your words die on your tongue, replacing your hand with his own, he guides himself to your entrance, nudging it with the leaking tip of his cock, he presses his forehead and his lips to yours as he thrusts inside of you, torturously, splitting you open around his length. 

His heart could burst for feeling you so close, so intimately, his love for you burning stronger than ever, the immortal flame getting bigger and bigger, his body feels on fire, his soul feels at home and now he knows you feel the same, when you hold him close and you kiss him so passionately, tightening your legs around his waist in order to feel him closer, whimpering into him in such a needy way while you keep grabbing at him like he isn’t close enough despite being pressed against you, he knows you feel the same, in every way. 

He pushes into you deeper and deeper, scrunching his eyebrows in concentration as he feels you fully, working you open with nothing between you. He feels your warmth, feels your heat around him, your wetness dripping down onto the couch beneath you as fills you up completely. He never felt anything like this before, he never thought he would but god, he is already addicted, he had always been to you but now even worse, he will never be the same again, he will come back to Hawkins a changed man. 

“Fucking hell, darling,” he growls against your lips as he stills inside of you, giving you a moment to adjust to his size and himself a moment to concentrate so he doesn’t ruin this by coming too soon, though the thought of filling you up with his seed drives everything in him crazy, he wants it, craves it so bad. “You feel so… so perfect.”

You’re wailing, squirming beneath him, already looking down, wanting to see your bodies connected as sensitive whimpers escape your mouth. 

“Y-You’re so big, Eddie,” you say, eyes blurred with tears, words leaving your mouth breathlessly, “hurts so good.”

Your words don’t exactly do him a favor, especially when he opens his eyes and he looks down at you, watching the way your chest rises up and down heavily, the way you look down between your legs in desperation before your big eyes look up at him, glassy. Your lips are so puffy from all the kissing, your forehead glistening with sweat, your cheeks flushed. 

Your walls flutter around him, making it harder and harder for him. 

Eddie grabs your chin, “you’re so fucking gorgeous, baby, so fucking sweet and good for me but you’re driving me crazy, right now.”

“Fuck me,” you whimper, pouting at him as you hold his bicep harder, “please, fuck me, Eddie. I need it, I need you so bad– ah!” You scream out when he pulls out and slams back inside of you again. 

“Shh, I got you, I got you, baby,” he shushes your words, “can’t believe you are so desperate for my cock.” 

Your nails dig into his skin, your free hand gets lost in his hair, tugging at his curls as you roll your hips against his, going crazy at the feeling of him inside of you. 

“Please, please, please!” 

Eddie groans at your pleading, at the obvious desperation, at the need that you feel for him, and only him. His left knee digs into the soft cushions on the couch and he places his right foot against the floor, watching your face intently as he starts rolling his hips, making you gasp out loudly. 

“Oh my–” He pants, eyes rolling back as your name falls from his lips. 

“You… I…” You stutter, unable to find the right words, to even come up with anything as you lose yourself in this feeling. Your mouth waters and so do your eyes, his chain dangles before your face as he thrusts into you, faster and faster, deeper and rougher. You can’t help but clench around him, he fills you up so perfectly, his tip brushes against that one spot so rightly. 

You throw your arms around him as he cups the top of your head, holding eye contact with you as he rolls his hips harder. 

“I’m so fucking obsessed with you, do you even know that?” He kisses your lips, smacking them loudly against yours. 

“Mmm, I’m obsessed with you too, baby,” you whimper as you meet his thrusts, rolling your hips as well. 

“I never thought I’d get to have this, to have you.” 

You only hold onto him tighter in response, leaning into his neck, you brush your nose against it and latch your lips onto his neck, pecking along until you find that one spot that makes him whine, you start sucking, marking him up the way he did to you, not knowing just how feral that makes him. 

To wear your marks on his skin, to be claimed as yours makes his heart burst but it awakens something in him, because suddenly, he feels the need to pound you into this couch and he does so, he snaps his hips into yours, thrusting roughly. 

“Eddie!” You scream out in a choked sob, digging your nails into his skin as you cling to his body. 

“You feel so fucking good,” he moans loudly, not bothering to hide just how desperate you make him feel. He cups the back of your neck and pulls you back down, wanting and needing to see your face, he wastes no second before his lips are back on yours and his hips strike roughly into you, cock slamming in and out of you, the squelching sounds of your pussy filling the room, along with your moans and the slapping sounds as he fucks you. 

Neither of you want to pull away from the kiss, no matter how sloppy it gets, you don’t want to break the kiss and neither does he, not even when you grow breathless. You cling to each like you never did before, welcoming the pleasure that becomes almost too much. There is soreness in your thighs, burning in your lower back and an overwhelming sensation inside of you, an itch that only he can mend. 

And Eddie, he feels as though he is losing his mind, getting to feel this, to feel you, to kiss you and swallow your moans as your dripping walls cling to his cock, twitching around him and begging to be filled. Your arms and legs are so tight around him, you beneath him like he had only seen you in his dreams and in his imagination, you’re shaking, whining and trembling and you are close, he can feel it by the way you are getting tighter and tighter after each of his thrusts. 

Reaching down, he hooks his forearm around the back of your knee and he brings it up, pushing it higher until he can thrust into you from a different angle, one that makes you scream out with a high pitched moan and the neediest look he had ever seen on your face. 

“Fuck… just like that, baby, scream for me,” he rasps out. 

“Y-You’re so good, fuck me… Eds! Your cock feels so nice, please don’t stop, don’t ever stop!” You sputter, not knowing just how those words make him feel. 

You don’t know where to look, his pretty face, how he looks as he fucks you like you only ever dreamed of, how pretty his face is when he moans your name so sexily or how his glistening cock pounds in and out of you. 

And Eddie struggles just the same, though he settles on watching your beautiful face, wanting to see you fall apart more and more. 

And though you don’t want this moment to end, and neither does he, you both drag it out for as long as you can, not caring about anything anymore, not caring about the mess you are making on the couch. You are both sweaty, you are leaking down onto the cushions and Eddie is sure that he ripped a hole into the pillow beneath you earlier from how roughly he held it. 

A strangled whine leaves your lips and he knows you can’t hold on any longer, so he brings his hand down your stomach, pressing his fingers against your clit, causing you to jerk and whimper against him. 

“You’re close, baby, I can feel it,” he whispers against your neck, not slowing down his movements in the slightest, if anything, he starts fucking you even deeper, making you scream louder now as your fingernails rip through his skin from how hard you’re grabbing him and he welcome that pleasuring burn, “cum around my cock, do it for me, sweetheart. I know you want to be my good girl.” 

With another loud whine, you finally let go of him, arching your back and shutting your eyes tightly, you cum around your best friend's cock, for the first but definitely not the last time. You tighten around him so strongly that his hips stutter and his knees almost buckle, heat spreads through his skin and his stomach tightens as his own body screams for release. 

He can’t wait any longer either and panic ripples through him when you hold him tighter than before, locking him in as you refuse to let go. It makes his heart flutter and it does make him want to release but–

“I need to pull out, sweetheart,” he says shakily, knowing all too well that he doesn’t actually want it and apparently, you don’t either because you start shaking your head at him, opening your needy eyes. 

“No, no, don’t make a mess– cum inside of me, please!” 

His hips stutter once more, his dick twitches achingly inside of you, “you can’t just fucking say that–” he whimpers, unable to finish the sentence, one more thrust and he spills inside of you, coating your walls with his seed as your name falls from his lips before he smashes his lips to yours for the hundredth time tonight, swallowing your cry. 

Tears of pleasure run down your cheeks, your leg starts slipping from his waist and his thrusts slow down, though his grip doesn’t loosen on you, he continues to hold you close, the way you do as well as you grab his shoulder and his bicep, squeezing him tightly while your tongue clashes against his. 

Your walls spasm and contract around his length, sending shockwaves and an unbearable amount of pleasure through his sensitive body. 

Slowly, he removes his hand from between your legs, sliding it up your hot body until he is cupping your cheek again, he makes you both whimper when he pulls his softening cock out of you. 

Your name rolls off his tongue when you both pull away from the kiss, he says it like it’s a blessing, like a prayer. Your eyes make contact again and you stare at each other for a moment, lovingly, adoringly, and then, you both smile and giggle and press your lips back against each other, pecking one another again and again. 

“My Eddie,” you whisper as you admire the marks you left on him. 

“Fuck,” he whispers when he realizes that this isn’t just a moment, that this isn’t just for now, for tonight, that you waited for it just like he has. He looks down at you, brushing away and tucking your hair behind your ear as he caresses your cheek, his heart soaring in his chest. “I can’t believe this happened.”

You giggle at him, “I’m glad it happened.”

“Yeah?” He grins lazily, eyes dropping to your chest as he leans down and presses his lips to your jaw, “I’m fucking on top of the world right now.”

You brush your fingers through his curls, giggling yet again. 

“You’re a dork.”

“Yeah, but I’m your dork, right?” He asks with a hopeful glint in his eyes, one that questions more than just this. He wants to be yours, he wants it so badly. 

You nod happily, eyes flashing with happiness. 

“Mhmm, you’re mine, all mine.”

“Fuck,” he whispers as he feels his sensitive dick twitching at your words, heart bursting inside of him, “I’m yours, all yours.” 

You tug him closer and closer, breathing against his lips as you eye him hungrily again, you feel him leaking out of you and it only makes your thighs burn again, “and I’m yours.” 

“Yeah, you are,” he rasps as his fingers dip inside of you, he groans at the feeling of his cum leaking out of you, he pushes it back into you with a moan, “you’re mine, sweetheart.”

“Mmm, Eddie,” you mewl, pushing your hips up and chasing for more already. 

“You want more?” 

You nod, “yes… more, please!”

Not needing to be told twice, he slowly pushes his fingers and his cum back into you, making you both moan at that. 

“You know what, I'm glad we did this today,” Eddie mumbles against your lips. 

“Yeah?” You moan, arching your back in pleasure when he curls his fingers inside of you. 

“Mhmm, that means I get to fuck you over and over and over for the whole weekend,” he smirks before he slams his lips against yours again, kissing you passionately and sensually while his fingers move and in out of you, creating a mess with his cum leaking out of you and your own wetness sticking to your thighs and his. 

You both fill the room with filthy noises, needy and desperately you touch each other, grabbing and pulling at each others hair as the night goes on, continuing to mark each other up, to taste one another, to fuck like animals in heat, the movie long forgotten as his tongue laps at your pussy when he is kneeled on the ground with your legs dangling of his shoulders and your fingers pull at his hair roughly. 

This night never ends, the pleasure continuing until the early morning hours, until you can no longer take it, until you both get too sensitive, until you’re both nothing but a panting, sweaty mess and even then, you still kiss and cling to one another. 

The night was filled with desperation, with pent up emotions, with filthiness yet with love and adoration, and this night has changed you both forever, for good. 

-

“So… What you’re telling me is–…” Steve begins, arms crossed over his chest, jaw clenched as he stands before you and Eddie with a stern look on his face. You are both on his couch, looking up at him like scolded children. “You need to buy me a new… bed?” 

You are blushing furiously, embarrassment written all over your face. You glare at Robin who is standing in the corner, sipping on her soda with an amused look on her face. 

“Uh… yeah.”

You know how badly Eddie wants to laugh, he is smug, you can see it on his face but he stays quiet, for a second at least. 

“And a new arm chair?” Steve mumbles, looking between you both. 

“Yeah.” Eddie snorts to which you elbow him, shushing him. 

“Don’t forget the flower vase,” Robin snickers. 

Steve throws his hands up, “and a fucking flower vase, thanks Robin!”

You put your finger up and straighten your back, “actually, the flower vase fell by itself–”

“Because you were fucking on top of the table!” Steve retorts to which your boyfriend chuckles in satisfaction, not being embarrassed by anything in the slightest. 

You turn to look at him, he only smirks at you and shrugs, holding your thigh tighter than before. 

“I’d buy a new couch too–”

“Eddie!” 

Robin moves closer and eyes you both, eyeing the matching marks on your necks. 

“I hope you used protection, at least.”

Steve raises his eyebrows, looking at you both expectedly, your flustered face gives you away completely as you sink deeper into the couch, wanting nothing more than to bury your face in Eddie’s neck. 

“Great, now I might be a fucking uncle.”

“Godfather,” Eddie corrects him, making you giggle. 

“Go to hell,” Steve shakes his head, though he can’t hide the look on his face and how delighted he is to hear that he would be considered a godfather if it were to happen. And despite the clear distaste on his face after hearing what you did at his cabin, he can’t help but feel happy for you both. 

Robin looks down with a smile on her face when Eddie wraps his arm around you and kisses your cheek softly and Steve’s eyes soften as well. 

He sighs and rolls his eyes as he finally takes a seat, he reaches for his beer and takes a sip. 

“I’m happy my plan worked but you both will go back, replace the furniture and clean everything up before I lose my shit and I kill you before my parents kill me.”

You nod at him with wide eyes, while Eddie furrows his eyebrows, “clean up? Oh, we did clean up and besides, we didn’t waste a single drop.” 

“Eddie,” you whine as you bury your face in your hands while Robin groans in disgust. 

Steve only sighs but his lips twitch slightly, curling into a smirk as he nods at Eddie. 

“At least I know your children aren’t running around my cabin.” 

You give Eddie a warning glance but he is already smirking at you, gripping your thigh harder, slipping under your skirt. 

“They’re somewhere else.” 

“Oh, gross!” Robin coughs and turns away with a frown on her face. 

“Eddie!” You whine and slap his chest to which he pulls you closer and kisses your cheek, chuckling in amusement. 

Steve shakes his head, sighing. 

“I’m never inviting you both to that summer house ever again.”

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Thankful for you

It’s your first thanksgiving away from home and your thankful for your friends, but even more thankful for Eddie Munson.

Best friends Eddie and Reader- friends to lovers- Caution, Soft Eddie and Fluffy Smut ahead!

That being said,🛑 Mature Content-18+ Minors DNI🛑

This took a little longer to finish than I anticipated but I hope you all like it!

Reader:

“ I just want everything to be perfect!”

You buzz around the kitchen frantically as you try to find the cookbook containing the recipes that your Mother and Grandmother had made for you.

This was your first Thanksgiving away from home, plane tickets were expensive and your car was a piece of shit so you decided against the cross country trip home, and decided to have thanksgiving at your apartment with your friends. Actually you got nominated to host because your apartment was cozy and homey and you certainly knew your way around the kitchen.

“ Sweetheart, relax- take a deep breath, it’s going to be fine. Your an amazing cook- why do you think I always stop over here on my way home from work?” Your best friend, Eddie said from where he sat on your kitchen counter. The two of you met at a record store , bonded over Metallica and had been inseparable ever since.

You smile and roll your eyes.” Because your a shit cook and you know that I always make plenty just in case my best friend stops over to eat dinner with me.”

Eddie smiled. “ That’s why I bring pizza every Friday, to show my appreciation for feeding me throughout the week.” He hopped off the counter and stepped in front of you, putting his large hands on your shoulders. “Look at me Princess,” his voice was so soothing to you, and you took in a deep breath as you looked into his big brown eyes.” I can see that your panicking, what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

You sighed.” I’ve never done Thanksgiving dinner by myself before. I’m afraid I’m going to fuck it up.”

Eddie smiled at you.” Well first of all your not doing it by yourself because I am here to help you M’lady.” He bowed dramatically.” Second of all you are not going to fuck it up. I have total faith in you. And honestly babe, if you did screw it up none of us would care. We are all just happy that we get to spend this holiday together. We could literally be sitting here eating cereal and toast and be totally happy.”

“ I know,” you sighed again.” I just want to prove to myself I can do it.”

“ You will. Now what were you running around looking for?”

“ My cookbook.”

“ Was it the same one that you were looking at when you were making your shopping list?”

“ Yes! Eddie your a genius!” You ran into the living room and looked on the stand beside your couch and sure enough there it was. “ Here it is!”

“ Ok perfect, now what are you making and what do you need me to do? Now keep in mind, as you mentioned before I’m total shit in the kitchen-“

“ Can you open cans?”

“ I CAN totally handle that.” He smiled.

“ Perfect, than you can do green bean casserole. It is basically just opening cans mixing stuff together and throwing it in a dish.”

“ Sounds good.” He pulled his hair back into a bun than got to work.

You could feel the panic in your chest subsiding now as you stood shoulder to shoulder with Eddie in your kitchen. You turned on some music, poured some wine for the two of you and together you made your side dishes.

You were just pulling your turkey out of the oven when your friends Steve, Robin and Nancy knocked on the door.

“I got it babe, “ Eddie ran over and opened the door greeting them as they walked in.

“ Wow, it smells amazing in here!” Robin walked up to you and smiled as she watched you set the roasting pan down.

“ Wait till you see that fucking bird guys, looks like something you would see in a cooking magazine.” Eddie ran over and lifted the lid.

There was a chorus of hungry groans as the aroma filled the room.

“ I’m starving, I have been waiting all day for this!” Steve smiled as he set a bottle of wine on the counter. “Holy shit, there is enough food here to feed an army!”

“ She’s been a busy girl.” Eddie winked as he went to the cupboard to retrieve dishes to set the table. He knew this apartment like the back of his hand.

“ I couldn’t have done it without Munson here. He had to talk me down from my panic attack-“

Nancy looked at you with a concerned look on her face.“ Aww honey, why were you panicking?”

“ Because I wanted everything to be perfect-“

“ I wanted my pie to be perfect, and look how shitty it came out-“ Robin placed it on the counter in front of you. You stifled a laugh.“ It’s a total train wreck.”

The pie was an absolute mess, the crust was partially burnt, and the filling had spilled out all over, but she had tried.

“ I’m sure it will still taste good.”

Robin laughed.” We will have Steve try it first.”

Nancy set down her pumpkin pie beside Robins Blueberry disaster it and of course it looked perfect.

“ She has to one up me every time!”

We all laughed then brought the remaining dishes over to the small table and prepared to eat.

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“ I don’t think I will ever be able to move ever again.” Steve groaned as he leaned back in his chair.

“ I’m fucking stuffed.” Eddie said as he rubbed his stomach.

“ That meal was incredible. I give it 5 out of 5 stars.” Robin made the chef’s kiss gesture with her fingers.

“ I promise I will help you clean up, I just can’t even move right now.” Nancy let out a heavy sigh.

“ Yeah, I totally shouldn’t have eaten that second piece of pie after dinner.” Steve burped and Nancy backhanded him.

“ I would say it was a success!” You smiled to yourself, happy that everyone had enjoyed your food so much that they were unable to move.

“ I told you it would be amazing, you did a great job Sweetheart.” Eddie smiled at you from across the table.

Sweetheart. You knew that it was just a nickname but boy, did it make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. “Thanks Munson. And thanks again for the help, your one hell of a can opener.”

“ Well I have been told I’m good with my hands.” He smirked and gave you a wink.

You chuckled and shook your head. You loved the easy banter that you had with him, with all your friends. When you moved to Hawkins you didn’t know one single person here then when you befriended Eddie he introduced you to his group and they invited you in with open arms.

“ Nance, I think you are going to have to drive home, I’m in a turkey coma. I think it’s time for a nap.” Steve yawned, eyes looking heavy.

“ You can crash on my couch-“

“ I’m thinking I am going to need my sweatpants and a siesta, but thanks for the offer.”

” Must be the tryptophan in the turkey.” Nancy yawned.” Just give me a few minutes to help clean up-“

“ I got it.” Eddie piped up.” It’s not a problem, I was thinking of crashing on the couch anyway.”

“ Are you sure?” Nancy asked.

“ Positive.”

“ Hey guys, do you want to bring home any leftovers?” You ask, getting up from your chair.

“ Please god no. I can’t even think about food , let alone ride home in a car that smells like food.” Steve stretched and Robin poked him in the stomach. “ Ugh, Robin if you do that again I swear to god I’m going to hurl all over.”

“ Aww does Stevie have a tummy ache.” She poked him again, and he groaned. “There is such a thing called self control dingus. You are suffering the consequences of your actions as we speak.”

Nancy looked at you apologetically.” I better get these too home before things get bad. Thank you so much for the wonderful meal.” She gave you a hug.

You smiled.” Your welcome! Why don’t you guys come over tomorrow and we will heat up some leftovers.”

“ Sounds great.”

You hugged your friends and thanked them for coming as they slid on their coats and headed out the door. When they left you leaned against the door and sighed. “ I think that went really well.”

“ I told you it would be awesome. The fact that they had to roll Steve down the hallway is a testament to how good the food was.” Eddie smiled and started putting dishes in the sink.

“ Eddie you don’t have to do dishes-“

“ Sweetheart, I’m happy to help.” He flipped on the radio again and turned on the faucet as you started to put the food away. “ Your Mom and Granny would have been real fucking proud of you today.”

You turned to look at him and smiled. “ You think?”

“ I know.” He smiled back.

“ I couldn’t have done it without you.”

“ All I did was help you find your cookbook Darling, the rest was all you.”

“ If you hadn’t talked me through the panic, it wouldn't have happened. Thank you Eds.”

“ Your welcome.”

The two of you worked together in comfortable silence, Eddie washing dishes and you wrapping and putting away the food. When you had finished your task you went over to the sink and started drying the dishes. Eddie sang along with the songs on the radio and you hummed , the two of you working side by side, shoulder to shoulder. You felt a wave of calm wash over you, and you didn’t know if it was his singing or just his closeness that did it. He was your comfort person, you found refuge in his sweet smile and his big brown eyes. If it wasn’t for Eddie you would have turned around and gone home a long time ago, but with his friendship you were able to find a reason to stay here in Hawkins and be brave, prove to yourself that you could make it on your own.

You couldn’t help but sneak glances at your friend and smile to yourself when you noticed his tongue poking out as he scrubbed pots. You pulled his sleeves up his forearms when they started creeping down towards the water and he would smile and give you a ‘Thanks Doll’ or “ Thank you Princess.” It made your heart melt.

When you finished you retired to the living room, Eddie flopping on the couch and making himself comfortable and you heading to the hideous yet super comfy chair that you picked up from a lawn sale. You are just about to sit when you hear Eddie clearing his throat.

“ Um, whatcha doing Sweetheart?”

“ I’m sitting over here so you can stretch out-“

“ But Babe, I saved you the best seat in the house!” He patted the cushion beside him.

You smiled.” You only want me to sit with you because you like it when I play with your hair.” You sat down beside him and he put his head in your lap.

“ I sure do Doll.” He looked up at you with a shit eating grin on his face.

God, those fucking dimples and brown button eyes.”You can tone down the adorable Munson, you know you are going to get what you want.” You smirked and released his hair from the tie that had bound it together. His long curly locks fell into your lap and you caught a whiff of his shampoo.

You lightly ruffled it, than ran your fingers through it. It was soft, you could tell that he had been using the conditioner that you had recommended to keep his sometime unruly waves at bay. “ Your hair is so soft.”

You watched as he slowly blinked.” I’m using that stuff you told me to use.”

You lightly massaged his scalp with your fingertips and he sighed. “ Feels so fucking good, your going to put me to sleep.” His eyes were closed now, and you took a moment to take in the sight of him. His fair skin, his long lashes, plump, full lips. It blew your mind that he didn’t have a girlfriend, that some girl hadn’t snatched him up. He was beautiful. And funny, smart, his taste in music was perfect and he was such an incredible guitarist.You brushed his hair back off his forehead, then went back to running your fingers through his hair, you felt a low rumble in his chest . “ You zonking out on me Munson?”

“ It just, it just feels real fucking good, it’s so fucking relaxing.”

Ok confession time,when he said that it ‘Feels so fucking good’ your heart skipped a beat, hell , you couldn’t stop staring at his mouth. What would it be like to kiss those lips? Feel those lips on the most sensitive parts of your body. You felt your face get hot and you scolded yourself, you needed to reel yourself back in . It was wrong of you to be thinking about him like this, thinking about what his lips would feel like against yours...

Maybe it was because you hadn’t been on a date since you had moved to Hawkins, hadn’t been touched in the longest time. You had left your hometown to move across the country after you had gotten out a bad relationship. You needed a change of scenery . You needed to prove to yourself that you didn’t need anyone else, especially not someone that was trying to run your life.

You had been in Hawkins two months when you had met Eddie Munson, you were shuffling through a stack of records at the local music store when you grabbed a copy of Metallica’s ‘ And justice for all.”

“ That’s a good one, have you listened to it yet?”

You jumped and whipped around to face the cutest guy you had ever seen. He looked like a total Metalhead, long brown hair, leather jacket and a faded Iron Maiden shirt but he had the kindest eyes, and the sweetest smile. “ I haven’t heard the whole album, but I have heard the song ‘One’ and it completely blew my mind.”

“ You would probably like ‘Harvester of Sorrow” too. So your a Metallica fan?”

You smiled. “Since the very beginning. Kill ‘em all is still my favorite album of all time. LOVE The Four horseman, and Seek and Destroy, Hit the lights etc. Not that I don’t appreciate the albums that followed, Ride the lightning- I mean For whom the bell tolls, it’s a total masterpiece- Creeping Death, Fade to Black, Call of Ktulu, I loved the album Master of Puppets too-“ You couldn’t stop yourself from rambling on.

You watched his eyes widen, then a smile spread across his face ” I see you are very passionate about their music, I too share your passion.” And that was it, friends in an instant. Who knew at that point then that you would be sitting on the couch in your apartment with this gorgeous boys head cradled in your lap.

“ Sweetheart?”

You suppose that since meeting Eddie you were never alone, he was a loyal companion, filling the void in your life, you never felt lonely, accept at night , when there was no one there to warm your bed-

“ Sweetheart?”

You blinked back to reality.” Sorry.” You blushed again, realizing that he had caught you completely zoned out and staring down at him.

“ Where did you go?” He looked up at you and smirked.

“ I was just thinking of when we first met and how lucky I am to have you. I am very thankful for you Eddie Munson.” You mussed up his hair and smiled down at him.

“ I’m thankful for you too Princess.” He smiled up at you again, this time narrowing his eyes. “ Are you sure that is what you were thinking about? You were in a fucking trance.”

“ You can’t tell me that you have never just tuned out for a moment.”

“ Oh I do it all the time, but it is usually because I am high as a kite and contemplating life’s greatest mysteries.” He chuckled.

“ I just- I don’t know where I would be if I hadn’t met you. “ You twirled a strand of his hair around your finger. “ I probably would have gotten lonely and gone back home.”

“ Now your stuck in this shitty little town because I won’t ever let you leave.”

You smile.” You would miss me if I left?”

“ Uh, you leaving is no longer an option.”

“ But you have other friends to keep you occupied.”

“ Do you think that Nancy or Steve would play with my hair the way you do? Or that Robin would cook me dinner? Did you not see that disaster she called a pie? And besides, they all have shit taste in music.”

You laughed, and watched a smile spread across his face. That fucking smile gave you butterflies.

He reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.” You know Dollface, you have the cutest laugh I have ever heard.”

“ Your just buttering me up because I have you in a very vulnerable position.” You smirked then ran your fingers down the sides of his face,his jaw, down his neck , knowing how ticklish he was. You watched him shiver.

“ That fucking tickles. You tickle my neck and I’m a fucking goner. If a chick kisses my neck-“

“ What? What happens when a chick kisses your neck Eddie Munson?” You tease.

“ You don’t want to fucking know.”

“ Do you get all gooey and helpless? Is that your kryptonite?”

“ That and hair pulling.”

Your eyes widened.” What about when I play with your hair or braid your hair? Has that ever…?”

He stared up at you.” No! Not from braiding my hair. And when you play with my hair, like run your hands through it , it feels really nice, it’s soothing. But there are certain times when tugging on my hair gets me real wound up.”

“ So if I just gave your hair a little tug?” You bit your lower lip than wound your hand through his hair, you watched his face as you gave it a tug.

“ Mmm, “ he squeezed his eyes shut.

Your heart leapt into your throat and you felt your face get hot. The rumble that came from his chest, it did things to you.You wanted to hear it again. You tugged a little harder.

“ Fuuck, Princess, your killing me.” His eyes popped open and he studied your face, his eyes settling on your mouth.

“ Does that feel good?” You asked, the words rolling out in a whisper.

“ It does.” He licked his lips.” So tell me Sweetheart, what drives you crazy, huh? What really gets you gears going?”

You could feel your cheeks getting redder. “ You know that sweet spot just below your ear? That, that is MY kryptonite. And nibbling, lightly tugging on my lower lip during a kiss, or nibbling on my ear….”

His brows furrowed.” Really? Biting?”

“ Not biting, nibbling.” You sighed.

He smirked.” So if I kissed you ,” you felt your breath catch as he reached up and took your face in his hands,” If I kissed your sweet fucking lips,” he pulled your face down to his and then closed the space between you.

His lips were warm and full and hungry, he kissed you with such fervor, like he had been waiting for this moment for a long time. His tongue gently slid into your mouth and you gladly accepted it. This kiss was incredible, he was incredible, just as you had imagined he would be.

There had been nights when you had been laying lonely in your bed and you had thought of him, dreamed of him. Thought about what it might be like to kiss him, those dreams however couldn’t even compare to what you were experiencing right now. It had been so long since you had been kissed, and now you were being kissed so thoroughly you felt yourself get lost in it. And when he started to pull away you heard a whine slip out of your mouth, you felt him smile against you and then you felt him nibbling ,his teeth gently pulling at your lower lip. You couldn’t help the groan that escaped.

“ Fuck, Darlin.” He breathed, his hand cupping your cheek.” I have been wanting to do that for a long time.”

You searched his beautiful eyes.” I have been wanting you to do that for a long time.”

“ Why didn’t you tell me?”

“ Why didn’t you tell me, Eds?”

He sighed.” Because I didn’t know if you felt the same, because I didn’t want to fuck up what we had. “

“ I felt the same way. Now I regret-“

Eddie sat up on the couch quickly, turning his whole body to face you, concern written all over his face.” You regret it? The kiss?”

You smiled and reached out to run a thumb across his kiss swollen lips.” No Eddie, not at all. I regret not telling you sooner. You are a phenomenal kisser. If I had known-“

He smiled and silenced you with another kiss. It was soft and gentle and sweet . Just like your boy.

You smiled, than straddled his lap. You watched his eyes get wide. “No it’s my turn to kiss you.”

You saw his breathing quicken as you leaned forward and kissed his lips, you lingered there for a moment then kissed his jaw , winding you fingers back through his hair. You lightly pulled his head back, exposing his neck than worked your way down his throat. You heard him moan out a “ Fuuuck.” And it made you smile.

“ Sweetheart, “ He breathed as you trailed kisses along his neck, nibbling and nipping your way down to his collarbone.” Feels g-good. So good.”

“ Neck kisses really do turn you to goo don’t they?” You placed a light kiss on his adams apple, and felt him swallow hard. You smirked as you could also now feel a prominent bulge in his pants. You went back to kissing his neck, slowly taking your time , stopping to nibble on his ear before making your way back to his mouth. His moans were awakening something deep inside you. You shifted on his lap your clothed core rubbing against him and he grabbed your ass. You squeaked and he pulled away.

He tilted up your chin with his finger and looked you in the eyes.” Princess,” He said softly, his breathing a little ragged. “ Are we really doing this? Because if we are I want you to know that I cant go back to being just friends after this. Now that I’ve gotten a taste,” He leaned in and kissed your lips, than moved to that sweet spot behind your ear, he kissed it, lightly sucked on it, enough to set your body on fire but not enough to leave a mark.

“ Eddie,” you breathed. “ I’ve dreamed of this, for so long now-“ he lightly bit your earlobe and you moaned. “ I want this , I want you, all of you.”

It was like that was all he needed to hear. He stood up, picking you up with him, you wrapped your legs around him as he walked you to your bedroom. He carefully laid you on your bed than laid down beside you.

“ This only goes as far as you want it to , kay? Promise me you’ll stop me if I get carried away.” He looked down at you with those big brown eyes and you just wanted to melt.

“ Eddie, I’m ok with this, I want this, with you. I want it all. I don’t want you to stop.” You blinked up at him.” Do you want this too?”

“ Your all I fucking think about.I have been dreaming of this since the first day I met you at the record store. When we went out to Benny’s after to continue our conversations on music, remember? We were there all afternoon? From lunch to the dinner rush? I have dreamt of you every night since, I-“

“ Eddie, “ You chuckled.” Your rambling Munson, you ramble when you are nervous, are you nervous?”You reached up to touch his face.

He smirked.” I am, a little.” He brushed a strand of hair back from your face. “I just want it to be perfect. I have been wanting this for so long. What if it’s nothing like what you were hoping for? What if I fucking nut the first time I see your perfect titties. “

You laughed and it made him smile. “It’s going to be perfect because it is with you. And if you blow your load the first time you see my boobs I will be flattered, because that means that you thought they were really nice.” This time he laughed. You sat up and smirked. “Let’s get this part out of the way shall we?” Any other time, with any other man you would be shy,self conscious, but not with Eddie. You grabbed the hem of your sweater and pulled it up over your head, bearing your breast to him.” If I had known this was going to happen I would have worn something sexier than this.“ You snapped the strap of your boring white cotton bra.

You had to give him credit, he looked up at your face before staring at your boobs. “ Their even more fucking perfect than I imagined.”

“ See , you passed the test, you didn't nut.Now it’s your turn, “ You winked and watched him waste no time taking his shirt off. His body was so sexy, he was lean and trim and his tattoos….“Maybe your pants while your at at it .” He stripped down to his boxers quickly but paused a moment to grab his wallet out of his jeans. He flipped it open and pulled out a gold foil packet, tossing it on the bed. You bit your lip. This was really going to happen. Your dream was coming true.

"May I?" He motioned to your pants and when you nodded he reached down and unbuttoned them. He slowly unzipped them and carefully pulled them off then stood there a moment looking at you with big wide eyes.

“ Your fucking gorgeous. Absolutely fucking perfect. I want to touch you so fucking bad.”

“ Do it please,I’m ready for this. Don’t hold back. Show me what you’ve been dreaming of.”

You watched as he licked his lips then slowly lowered himself down onto you. He was so warm , his hard body pressed against your soft curves, the skin to skin contact, the closeness of another body felt amazing.. “Please Eddie.”

He dipped down and kissed your lips.” I’m going to go nice and slow, ok Sweet Girl? “

You bit your lip and nodded locking eyes with him for a moment. " It, has been a while, since I have, ya know, had sex. And if I'm being completely honest, I haven't had many partners, I might not be as good-"

He brought a finger to your lips." Baby, none of that matters. All that matters is us, here and now, Kay?"

You slowly nodded." Okay."

" And you trust me right?"

" Completely."

"And after this, it's you and me? Officially? I want you to be my girl."

You smiled." I will gladly be your girl."

"Good." He kissed the tip of your nose, then leaned back, running a finger down your jaw, your neck, down your chest, lightly grazing his fingertips over the cloth covering your breasts. You shivered and felt your buds beneath peak." Jesus," he whispered then slid your bra strap down , then leaned in to press a kiss your shoulder, than worked his way down, kissing the soft mounds of your breasts. " Can I take this off? Is that ok?"

"Please," You whimpered.

He reached behind you and unclasped the bra with ease, then tossed it aside. When his eyes came back to you they were wide." Beautiful -" he leaned down and lightly ran his tongue over your nipple, causing you to gasp, he looked up for confirmation that you wanted him to continue, and God, how you wanted him to. Every time his lips touched your skin you could feel the fire inside you build.

He drew your breast into his mouth and you groaned, and he took that as a good sign, his hand trailing down your body to the waistband of your panties. He dipped his fingers beneath, and ran them through your slick folds .You were already wet, and he had barely touched you .This time he moaned, and it was one of the sexiest sounds you had ever heard.

" Fuck Baby girl." He teased the bundle of nerves between your legs, then carefully slid a finger inside you.

" Oh God Eddie, more, please."

His fingers went to work while his lips were busy elsewhere, nipping and sucking at your skin, pulling dirty little noises from your lips, the sounds only adding fuel to the fire, as you felt the hardness of him against your leg.

His skilled fingers were pure magic, pumping in and out of you with perfect timing, curling to find the spot inside you, that would quickly make you fall apart.You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

His lips tore away from the assault on your mouth but remained just a whisper away."Let go Angel, please, I want to see you come undone. "

And that was it. A wave of pleasure washed over you, and you did as he asked, you let go, you rode out the wave until your body was limp and melting into the bed.

Eddie looked down at you, pupils blown ,mouth parted. " Your fucking magnificent when you cum."

You felt heat rush up your neck and you attempted to cover your face with your hands, but Eddie wouldn't let you .

"Don't, please don't hide from me Sweet girl. " He kissed your lips." I mean it. Your beautiful, so fucking beautiful."

Your heart swelled. No one had ever made you feel so special, so loved, so adored.

" Eddie," You whispered his name, and reached up and touched his face. " I need more. I need to see you unraveled, I want to see you fall apart."

He licked his lips and nodded, moving away for a moment to hook your panties with his fingers and finally pull them off. You fought the urge to cover yourself, it was Eddie, your Eddie, and the way that he looked at you put you right at ease.

" Its your turn next." You reached down and tugged on his boxers, eyes wide at the sight of his erection. You swallowed hard. He was huge.

"What? Is something wrong?"

" No! There is nothing wrong, nothing at all."

"Are you sure?"

" I'm very sure. " You reached out and stroked him and he drew in a sharp breath." Ok?"

" I am more than fucking ok, Dollface. I just, I just hope I can last. I'm just so fucking worked up, seeing you like this, hearing you earlier-"

" Eddie, it's fine, whatever happens is fine." You wrapped your hand around him and caressed him, " I'm ready for you, and you, you are obviously ready for me." You picked up the condom packet, looking up at him as you tore at it with your teeth."May I ?"

" Yes, fucking yes " He ran a hand over his face and groaned as your shaky hand rolled the rubber down over his length ." Holy Fuck."

You took his hand in yours and pulled him down, his body laying on top of yours, pressed so close you could feel how hard his heart was beating in his chest. You slid a hand up to cup his cheek running your thumb over his lips then closed the distance, bringing your mouth to his .

You felt him settle between your legs, the tip of his cock nudging against your entrance, almost hesitant, like he was afraid he was going to hurt you. You raised your hips, encouraging him, showing him you were ready.

He slowly entered you, allowing your body to stretch and accept him, until he was completely buried inside. He moaned and you gasped. You were so full, but in the most delicious way.

He slowly rocked back and forth , being so gentle, easing you into it, his lips pressing light kisses into your skin."You feel, so good, so fucking good. Like you were made f'er me."

You groaned. The sensation was incredible, almost overwhelming, and it was so fucking good." S' good Eddie, more , give me more-"

He snapped his hips, plunging in deeper, quickening his pace. You wrapped around him, pulling him even closer, kissing his neck,winding your hands into his hair.

"Fucking god-" He grunted as you tugged on his hair, driving him crazy. He thrusted harder now, making your head spin. You were insatiable , bringing your hips up to meet his. You had never experienced pleasure like this before, maybe it was because you had never had a lover like Eddie before, never had a lover you truly cared for in every way possible, or maybe it was because you were desperate, desperately wanting for him to find his release, knowing you were on the verge again.

" More amazing than I could have ever dreamed." He whispered into your ear, his hair tickling your shoulders." Your so fucking amazing, and you're mine."

" All yours, only yours." You whimpered,you were so close. It was almost like he sensed it , he nibbled on your ear,then sucked on the spot below it. The coil within you released and again you spiraled out of control." Eddie I'm -" Your body writhed beneath him, your fingers unintentionally digging into his back as you held on to him like your life depended on it .

" Oh fuck-" He groaned, and you could tell by his erratic movements that he had also reached the peak of his pleasure. You watched his beautiful face, his eyebrows pinching together, his lips parted, the hair around his face curling from the sweet sweat of exertion. He was glorious.

You both lay silently, trying to catch your breath, just holding onto each other , and reveling in the moments you had just shared. Finally,after all this time you had confessed your true feelings and come together, and it had been just as magical as you had imagined.

Eddie picked up his head from your chest, his big brown eyes staring lovingly down at you, as he caressed your cheek." This is really real right? Not some figment of my imagination, or some food coma induced illusion?"

You smiled and reached up and tucked a wild strand of hair behind his ear, then cupped his face in your hand. "If this is some kind of dream Eddie, I don't ever want to wake up."

He brushed his lips upon yours and then pressed featherlight kisses down your jaw. "Feels pretty fucking real to me ."

"Mmmhhmm." Your heavy lids fluttered closed." Well since this is real life, there is no reason why every night can't be like this. And I don't know about you Munson, but this right here is everything I have ever wanted."

" I couldn't have said it any better myself Sweetheart." He kissed your forehead, the tip of your nose." I am so fucking thankful for you."

Your eyes popped open, your heart felt like it was going to explode."Eddie -"

" I mean that from the bottom of my heart Princess. I am thankful for you every damn day that we are together. I just wish that I had had the courage to tell you how I really felt sooner, because this, holding you in my arms, kissing you, touching you, is incredible."

" I agree. And now that we know, we can spend all the time we want kissing and holding and touching each other. Infact I'm pretty sure now I'm not going to want to stop."

He chuckled." I mean that doesn't exactly sound like the worst thing in the world to me.Dollface" He gave you a big toothy grin.

" Me neither." You slid your arms around his neck. "Please stay with me tonight."

"It would be my honor."

And he did. In fact he stayed most nights, nearly every night you fell asleep in his arms, awoke to the sounds of his light snores in your ear as he held you close. After a couple of months he moved in with you, it only made sense. And the two of you were really,truly happy.

Before you knew it , it was Thanksgiving again and like the previous year you and your friends had all decided to do another Friendsgiving. This year was a little different though, this year it was you AND Eddie hosting, again both working side by side in the kitchen, drinking wine and singing along to the radio, but he was able to do more than just open cans, since he had moved in ,he had spent more time in the kitchen with you, honing his cooking skills and now he was able to prepare actual meals, and not just boxed macaroni and cheese. There was no stress or anxiety this year, not with Eddie sneaking up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, nuzzling his face into your neck and telling you that you were doing an amazing job. The two of you often hosted events with friends, movie nights, game nights, they loved coming over to your cozy little apartment.

Your friends had arrived as you were setting the table, putting their desserts down on the counter then giving you each a hug. Robins pie was less of a disaster this year, Nancy's still absolutely perfect as always.

You didn't hesitate, you answered him before he had the chance to pull the ring out of his pocket." Yes!"

When it came time to eat Nancy suggested that the group say something that they were thankful for, She was thankful for good health and friends, Robin was thankful that Nancy had helped her make her dessert this year, Steve was thankful for his friends and for his girlfriend reminding him to wear his sweatpants so that he wouldn't be uncomfortable after he would inevitably eat way more than he should .

When it was Eddie's turn he took your hand, brought it to his lips then dropped to one knee." This past year has been one of the best years of my life, and that is because of you. Every day I am thankful that I met you, and every day I fall more and more in love with you. I would be super grateful, super thankful, if you would do me the honor of being my wife. "

He smiled," Are you sure? You haven't even seen the ring yet-"

You cut off his words with a kiss and your friends cheered. " I am and will always be thankful for you, Eddie Munson, forever and always."

As always thank you for reading ❤️ I am thankful for each and every one of you taking the time to read my stories ❤️

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nsfw massage therapist!steve hcs

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So, your mom was meant to go to the new spa that just opened up in Hawkins, but at the last minute, something came up, and her being the darling mom that she is (aka it was too late to get the money back) she let you go and enjoy it. 

“Okay let’s get started on your massage. Would it be alright if I lower your towel a bit?”

“Steve? You work here?”

“Y/n? I-, um, y-yeah.”

“Since when?”

“Since the beginning of the summer. Pays a lot better than the place I worked last year.”

“I’m sorry, but how did you get this job? Is the real masseuse out sick or something?”

“No, they make you take a few courses when you first start here. So, if it’s my capability you’re worried about, don’t be.”

The dude you had had a crush on for years worked at the spa.

Not only working there, he was the one actively gliding his palms all over your back.

At some point, he started talking to you, as if he just couldn’t hold it in any longer. Just the kind of talking you have with a friend you haven’t seen in a long time. 

It was nice. Honestly helped you relax more than the touching.

You didn’t really notice the fact that this all (of course) was turning you on till he started massaging your legs. 

It felt like falling asleep. Slowly and then all at once. 

the way that his fingers dug into your thighs, you couldn’t stop your mind from wandering…

what if his fingers moved up, just a little higher and dug into something else?

oh fuck

he could probably smell it on you

could he? 

This was Steve Harrington. He knew the smell of a pussy happy to see him.

if he made you roll around, never mind your flushed face, he would 100% be able to see your nipples even through the thick towel.

But, sadly, he didn’t do anything. Only his job.

“Um, thank you, Steve,” you said once the massage was over, now fully covered in a way too big bathrobe, “gotta say, I didn’t think you’d be that good.”

He didn’t answer right away, just stood there staring at you.

“What are you doing tonight?” he breathed out, not taking his eyes off of you for a second.

“I don’t know… what am I doing?”

“Hanging out with me?”

“Hanging out? Like a…”

“a date? Yeah.”

On the date, you were all amped up, your brain still foggy from the memory of his hands on your body, so you were constantly on that edge like is he gonna just dick me down now? Like, I know that we’re talking about puppies right now, but is he though?

But alas, he didn’t. 

But he did kiss you…

The kind of kiss that had you floating for days

Floating right into the spa again to get another massage from him.

Did you just come for that dick? 

Yes.

Yes, you did.

You were a woman on a mission!

And that mission was to get dicked down in the spa.

Now, he wasn’t blind

He could tell from the moment you stepped in the door what you were on about.

But he played along, acted all surprised to see you and asked you to lay down. 

Before he could walk out of the room to give you the privacy to get situated on the table, you dropped the robe and with a playful grin, you skipped past him and onto the table.

It knocked the air clean out of him

but still, he just let out a stunned, breathy laugh and got to work. 

“Hey, could you move a little lower?” you asked as he was already halfway down your back, working the roots of his hands into your oiled up body. 

“Here?” he moved down to the small of your back, digging in his thumbs.

“Little lower…” you drew out, practically purring. 

“Here?” he went as low on your back as the small towel across your bottom would let him. 

Turning your head, you blinked up at him, slowly making him rip his eyes off of your skin. 

“Steve...” your eyes flickered down to see the painfully obvious tent in the grey sweatpants of his uniform. 

“Mhm?”

“You’re not gonna reach it with the towel still there…”

“you’re gonna be the death of me, I swear,” is all he muttered through his bright grin before tossing the towel off in who knows what direction and going to town on your ass.

Massaging it, that is…

Arching your back, pushing into his hold, you groaned, “please…”

He was teasing you like this on purpose. 

Going just close enough to make you stop breathing and then easing back. 

“Steve… please stop teasin-“ your warning was cut short when the pad of his thumb brushed through your leaking slit, playing with the wetness.

“Is this where you’re sore, huh?” your thighs were already parted enough for his fingers to disappear between them, finding your angry clit. 

“Yes…”

Tickling your dripping opening, he asked, “right here?” before, without issue, stuffing his thick fingers knuckle deep inside of you. 

“Oh my god, yes!”

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you can be the boss

word count: 3.8k

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader, eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: eddie and steve teach you a lesson for having an attitude

cw: 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI - SMUT. spanking, choking, reader is a brat, brat tamers!eddie & steve, threesome, unprotected piv, creampie, anal, oral (m receiving), use of pet names (baby, honey, doll, etc.), usage of ‘daddy’, reader cries/dacryphylia, if i missed anything please let me know!

A loud slap erupts through the room.

“One.”

Another.

“Two.”

A pause, and a heavy sigh from behind you.

“C’mon, baby, this is gonna be a lot easier if you count with me,” Eddie’s voice is deep and taunting as the paddle cracks down on the meat of your ass yet again.

“Three..” you join in, sounding small and meek.

“Sorry, hun, I can barely hear you. And if I can’t hear you, I know Stevie over there can’t hear you,” he mocks, rubbing your stinging flesh with his big calloused hands.

Another crack.

“F-four,” you whimper, growing slightly louder than before.

“Louder, baby, come on.” Slap

“Five,” finally your voice is at an acceptable pitch for them, and you look up to see Steve staring at you from his standing position in the corner of the room. A frown crosses his lips, eyes dark as he watches you.

“Care to tell Stevie why he just came home to you getting punished, sweet girl?” Eddie continues to speak down to you, patronizing you.

Your lip quivers, eyes welling up with tears of both shame and pleasure as Eddie gives you a sixth blow to the ass.

“Go on, don’t leave him waiting. I can make this worse for you.”

Your eyes dart back to Steve, hazel eyes looking expectantly back at you. He raises an eyebrow, muscular arms crossed in front of his chest.

“I- I was a bad girl to…today….” you choke out between two more swift smacks of the paddle. “Seven, eight,” you count out loud for Eddie, simply grateful he didn’t scold you for missing number six. “Had an attitude all day… a-and I said some mean things,” you whimper, big eyes looking up at Steve so pitifully as you explain yourself.

Steve tuts, walking over to where Eddie has you on all fours on the mattress, tilting your chin up with his index finger.

“Guess we’ll just have to take care of that then, hm?” Steve asks, tilting his head and looking down at you.

Eddie whips the paddle harder this time, then again, making your whole body flinch.

“Nine, ten,” you wince, head spinning with the burning sensation coursing through your soft skin.

You love when they punish you together, as much as you don’t want to admit it. You just couldn’t stop being difficult all day, knowing exactly what would be waiting for you when Eddie got you home. Knowing they’d both be disappointed in you yet not being able to bring yourself to care enough. Eddie sets the paddle down, rubbing your ass and teasing your cunt with his thick ringed fingers. You let out a high pitched whine, but just as soon as his fingers ghosted your dripping heat, they pulled away.

Steve chuckles, squishing your cheeks with one hand and forcing you to look at him.

“Look at her, Ed. So desperate for your fingers. I bet she acted up all day just hoping to get punished,” his grip stays on your face, his other hand reaching down to squeeze his cock beneath the dark denim of his jeans. “Nothing but a little brat, isn’t she?”

“Damn right she’s a fuckin’ brat. Y’wanna give her ten more with the paddle Stevie?” Eddie asks, raising his eyebrows at him, tongue gliding along his top teeth from behind his lips.

Steve chuckles again, taking the pink paddle from Eddie and sitting down at the edge of the bed. He motions for you to lay over his lap and you oblige, legs wobbling as you crawl over to him and get in position. The skin of your ass is hot to the touch as Steve takes a handful of it, gripping rough on the already burning skin. He swats at it before readying the paddle.

“Gotta keep counting with me, baby. Think you can count that high?” his voice is patronizing and it only makes you wetter.

You nod in response, and he yanks on your hair to get your full attention.

“You use your words when I ask you a question,” Steve warns, holding your head up so he can hear you loud and clear.

“Y-yes, I can keep counting,” you reply, sighing when Steve releases his grip on your hair.

Everything is a blur once Steve starts his 10 spanks. Your brain is overwhelmed by the juxtaposition between pain and pleasure that your body is experiencing. It’s a miracle you can keep count at all.

“Fifteen,” you mewl as the firm material smacks your soft skin once again.

You look so pitiful, spread over Steve’s lap, ass facing up. Tears fall out of your eyes, mascara running and nose sniffling with every cry you let out. 

“She’s so fucking pathetic, isn’t she, Steve?” Eddie laughs, coming to stand in front of you.

His pants are off now, exposing the tent forming beneath the thin fabric of his boxers. He reaches down and slips his hand beneath the waistband, tugging his cock out roughly. He stands at the edge of the bed, right where your head hangs off. You gulp as his cock stares you in the face, thick and long with that silver metal piercing at the tip.

“You’re gonna suck it baby, while Stevie gives you the last five,” he growls, tapping the head of his cock against your pouted lips.

“And you still have to fucking count, little girl. Don’t think you’re getting off free,” Steve adds, pinching the meat of your ass roughly.

Eddie shoves his cock in your mouth without much of a warning, tears stinging in your eyes from how deep he is. He hits the back of your throat, making you gag before you get your bearings around him. He ruts into your throat a couple times as Steve cracks the paddle down again. You pull off of Eddie entirely, spit coating his thick shaft.

“Sixteen,” you count, lips brushing up against the swollen head of Eddie’s cock.

You take him back into your mouth, sucking on the tip, toying with the metal ball that protrudes from the skin, but Eddie tsks at you.

“You can take me deeper than that, sweetheart. C’mon, be a good girl,” his voice is gruff as he sinks deeper into your mouth.

You bob your head on his cock as well as you can, obscene squelching sounds filling the room between impacts from the paddle. You go on like that for the remaining four hits, pulling off Eddie’s cock enough to count out loud, almost forgetting what number you were at at eighteen, but catching yourself in time. When Steve finally reaches twenty, Eddie backs up and allows you to climb off of Steve’s lap.

“Kneel,” Steve growls, removing his pants and boxers as he stands in front of you.

Eddie comes to stand at your side, both of their delicious cocks staring you right in the face. Steve holds the base of his cock in one hand, grabbing your face with the other and tilting it to look up at him.

“You’re gonna suck my cock like a good girl, understand?” his voice is calm, steady as he tells you what to do, and it only makes you want him more.

You nod vigorously, and you feel Eddie’s hands grabbing a fistful of your hair, yanking it.

“Words. You know better,” he growls.

“Yes, daddy, gonna suck your cock,” you promise, relaxing when Eddie’s grip on your hair and Steve’s grip on your chin are released.

You open your mouth wide for Steve, drooling at the sight of his thick length. He’s thicker than Eddie, not quite as long but a challenge to take nonetheless. Your lips stretch around him as he pushes himself as far into your mouth as he’ll go, groaning when you gag on him. You hollow your cheeks and let your tongue slither along his shaft, twisting and swirling around it. He hisses, grabbing your hair in a makeshift ponytail and tugging. You can hear Eddie beside you stroking his slick cock, the wet noises filling the room.

“Fuck, sweetheart, gag on it again,” Eddie grunts, so worked up you’d think it was his cock in your mouth still.

You do as he says, taking Steve into your throat and gagging immediately when his leaking tip goes too far back. Steve’s moaning strings of curse words above you as Eddie starts jerking his cock faster. You bob your head eagerly on Steve’s heavy cock, looking up at him with big guilty eyes, giving him your best apology for being a bad girl today. One of your delicate hands grips the back of his thigh while the other toys with his balls, rolling the heavy skin between your fingers. Steve sucks in a sharp breath, pushing your head to encourage you further onto his dick. Spit is pooling at the corners of your mouth, Steve’s entire length coated in saliva as you desperately work him with your tongue.

“She’s so pretty when she sucks you off, isn’t she, Steve?” Eddie’s voice grabs your attention, deep and seductive as the words leave his lips.

“Fuck yeah, she is. Need to be inside her,” Steve pants, throwing his head back.

His adam’s apple bobs in his throat, one hand coming up to run through his hair, his eyes pinched shut for a moment.

“Need to ruin those tight little holes,” Eddie grunts. “Gonna let us fuck you, baby?”

You pull off of Steve, a string of saliva connecting your lips to the tip of his cock.

“Yes, daddy, please,” your eyes are pleading up at Eddie, shifting your weight in a desperate attempt to get some friction between your thighs.

“Oh, she knows how to use her manners now,” Steve says, smirking at Eddie.

You stay knelt on the carpeted floor, awaiting further instruction. You know it’s in your best interest not to rush them. Your pussy is dripping through your thin little lace thong panties, stickiness pooling at your core. Eddie and Steve both sit up on the bed before inviting you up with them, helping you up off the floor. Eddie lays with his head on the pillows, long legs stretched towards the end of the bed. His weeping cock rests on his stomach, twitching at the sight of you.

“Come here, baby. Take a seat,” he curls a finger towards himself, beckoning you over.

You oblige immediately, straddling him and pressing your pussy to his stiff cock. The thin fabric of your panties is the only barrier in the way, and Eddie can feel you soaking through them.

“Shit, baby, so wet already. Did you get wet just from sucking us off, sweet thing?” he taunts, squishing your cheeks lightly in one hand.

“Mhm,” you whine, giving him huge doe eyes as you gently rock your hips on his cock.

“Ah-ah baby, not so fast. I didn’t say we were starting yet,” Eddie tuts, eyes flickering over to Steve who’s getting up on the bed behind you.

“So eager now aren’t we?” Steve’s voice is suddenly closer as he kneels right behind where you’re seated on top of Eddie.

His big hands squeeze at the meat of your ass, kneading the still-sore skin like dough. You whine, hands desperately grabbing at Eddie’s chest while Steve teases you.

“She just can’t wait, look at her, Eds,” Steve says, getting a breathy chuckle from Eddie.

“I know. Such a pathetic whore for us,” Eddie’s eyes are dark as they shift to you. “She’s fucking dripping through her panties, Steve, it’s insane.”

The two men talk about you as if you aren’t even there, and a part of you wants to interject. Hello, I’m right here! I can hear you! But the other part of you lives for it, loves how condescending and patronizing they are in the way they speak about you. You can’t even argue - you’re desperate for them in this moment. Dying to feel them filling you so impossibly full. Steve’s chest presses against your back and you feel one of his large hands wrap around your front, fingers reaching up and unhooking your bra in one swift movement. The soft tips of his fingers squeeze your nipples, pulling the taut bundles of skin and making you gasp. You bite your lip in an attempt to stifle a moan, leaning your head back onto Steve’s shoulder.

“Let’s take those panties of yours off, sweetheart. You’ve ruined them enough already,” Eddie coos, helping you slip the thin fabric off your legs.

You maneuver awkwardly on top of him, finally settling yourself comfortably back down when the pink lace has been removed. Your mouth falls open in a silent moan at the skin on skin contact with Eddie, his cock sitting deliciously between your folds. You can’t help yourself, grinding your hips down on his cock once more. Eddie cocks an eyebrow at you, as if to say ‘go on, see what happens when you push it further’.

“I thought I told you we weren’t starting yet? You greedy little thing, just can’t listen can you?” he sounds completely over your antics, and you feel your cheeks heat up under his gaze.

Your lips form a pitiful little pout, huffing in frustration. Your brows worry together as you consider your next move.

“So so impatient she is. What do you want, doll?” Eddie purrs, stroking one of your arms lightly with his fingers.

“W-want you to fuck me. Need you to fuck me,” you plead.

“Hmmm, whaddaya think Steve? Should we give her what she wants?” Eddie prolongs the teasing, face furrowed in contemplation.

“Don’t know how long she can be patient for, that little brain of hers just wants to get fucked,” Steve tsks, gripping your hips from behind and pressing against you.

You can feel his cock pressed against your ass, rock hard and waiting to be deep inside you. Your eyes well with tears of pure desperation, letting out a soft moan when Eddie’s calloused fingers brush light circles on your clit. His middle finger swipes up through your folds, collecting your slick. He holds his finger up to the light, admiring the glistening wetness coating it.

“Would you look at that, poor thing is absolutely soaked waiting for us,” his voice is full of mock sympathy.

He brings the digit up to his mouth and sucks on it, pulling it back out with a pop.

“You taste so good, baby. Dripping that sweet honey just for us, hm?” he continues on, bringing his hand back down to your throbbing cunt.

“All for you- only ever for you,” your voice wavers. “Please fuck me, I’ll be so good for you,” you beg, beginning to grow even more frustrated at the prolonged teasing.

Steve’s hands are running up and down your sides, cock still pressing against your plush ass, waiting to push its way inside. His lips start kissing down your neck and onto your shoulders, teeth nipping at your skin only for his tongue to soothe it afterwards. You let out a breathy moan, waiting for either of them to make the call to finally fuck you.

“Need to be inside her, Ed,” Steve murmurs. “Need to fuck this tight little hole till she’s crying.”

Eddie groans at this, his cock twitching beneath you. He looks you over for a moment for finally giving in.

“Alright, baby, c’mere. Come sit on daddy’s cock,” he urges.

You move slowly, easing down onto him at first, but he’s not having any of that. He bucks his hips up into you, causing you gasp at the stretch. You’re filled even further when you feel Steve breaching your tight ass, going slow enough so as not to hurt you.

“Oh fuck, honey,” Steve moans, gripping your hips tightly to get some leverage.

His fat cock stretches the tight little hole, making you whisper curses as you hang your head low, forehead resting on Eddie’s shoulder. Eddie’s bottomed out in your pussy by this point, the stretch from both of them combined making your brain turn to mush. You feel completely at their mercy, unable to gain control with how overwhelmed your body is. You know they’re gonna push you past your limits, and you also know that you asked for this. Couldn’t help being a brat all day and now you’re in for it. Steve is panting from where he’s knelt behind you, right between Eddie’s legs which are propped up and bent at the knee. The stretch to fit Steve is harder than the stretch to fit Eddie, the burn you feel mixing with a weird sort of pleasure as he thrusts behind you. Your hands grip at Eddie’s sides, seeking purchase on anything to try and ground yourself.

“Don’t act like you can’t handle this, baby. I know this is what you wanted when you had your little attitude earlier,” Eddie grunts as he ruts into you again and again.

His hips are setting a rather unforgiving pace, his cock gliding in and out of you easily with how soaked you are. He brings a hand down to play with your clit, the pads of his fingers pinching the sensitive bundle of nerves. You let out a cry at the sensation, your body entirely overtaken with pleasure as the boys fuck both of your holes.

“Look at you taking both of us at once, honey. So fucking full of cock, just how you like it, yeah?” Steve purrs from behind you, lips trailing kisses along your shoulder blades.

They fall into a rhythm together, thrusting into you at the same time, hitting their deepest points inside of you in unison. Tears spring at the corners of your eyes, your lip wobbling as you moan their names.

“Feels so good, mmmmph, so full,” you whimper, a few tears spilling out of your bambi eyes.

“Yeah, baby? Stuffed so full of cock you’re gonna cry about it?” Eddie taunts, squeezing your thighs with rough palms.

Steve lets out a groan from behind you, thrusting agonizingly slowly out and back in. He pushes himself impossibly deeper, taking your breath away for a moment. You choke back a cry as Eddie’s fingers pinch your nipples, twisting the skin as he rolls his hips back up into you. Your body is overwhelmed with pleasure, using all of your willpower to keep yourself upright as they fuck you. Steve’s hands on your hips keep you somewhat steady, your own hands braced on Eddie’s chest, nails digging into the soft skin, sure to leave red marks. Whines and sobs are tumbling out of you over and over, mixed with the wet sloshing sounds of both cocks pounding into you.

“What is it, honey? What’s got you so worked up?” Steve’s voice is sweet and smooth from behind you, but you know he’s taunting you.

“Wanna cum, wanna cum so bad for you,” you mewl, voice coming out thick from your crying.

“Aw, poor baby. Should we let her cum, Ed?” Steve asks, his cock gliding in and out of you tantalizingly slowly.

Eddie looks up at you with those big brown eyes, bangs stuck to his forehead with sweat. A smirk spreads across his lips, seeing how desperately you need release.

“I dunno, do you think you deserve to cum, darling?” he directs his question at you, slowing his thrusts to match Steve’s.

“Y-yeah, been good for you. Been so good, please,” you whine, bouncing slightly to meet their thrusts.

Heat pools in the pit of your stomach, your body begs for the satisfaction of release. Your hand reaches down to play with your clit instinctively, but Eddie swats it away in an instant.

“Absolutely not. I didn’t say it was okay yet, did I?”

“N-no…” your bottom lip sticks out in a pout, entire fave scrunched up in frustration.

Luckily, Eddie takes mercy on you, his larger fingers moving down to touch you where you need him. He rubs circles on your puffy bundle of nerves, earning a sharp moan from you.

“Eddie!” you gasp, mouth falling open as his cock hits that sweet spot inside of you, unforgiving as he plunges in and back out again.

One of Steve’s hands comes up to wrap around your throat, restricting the airflow in just the right way, a strangled moan falling from your lips. You feel like a fuck toy for them to use, your entire body at their mercy. They’re so deep inside it borders on painful, and you feel as though you’d rip in half if they got any deeper. Eddie’s fingers continue their work, your legs beginning to tremble as he brings you closer and closer to the edge. He applies just the right amount of pressure to your sensitive bud, getting you so worked up you’re practically screaming for him. Steve’s grip on your throat loosens every so often, allowing you to catch your breath before choking you again. Your eyes pinch shut as you lean your head back, crying out for both of them as the coil in your stomach tightens more more more.

“You close, honey? Gonna cum with both of us inside you?” Steve growls in your ear, hot breath tickling the skin.

“So close, so fucking close, please don’t stop,” you plead, rocking your hips in desperation.

You hear Eddie let out a smug laugh, giving you a particularly hard thrust in response. You gasp, mouth hanging open as you reach your breaking point. In an instant you’re tensing around both of them, gushing over Eddie’s cock, making a mess of him. Neither of them hold out much longer, spilling their seed into you, stuffing your holes full of white milky cum. Feeling both of them twitch inside you simultaneously sends you reeling, chest heaving as you begin to come back to your senses. Eddie gives you a few more weak thrusts, letting your pussy milk him dry as Steve gingerly pulls out of your ass. You whine at the sudden emptiness, and then again when Eddie pulls out as well.

You all but collapse on the bed beside Eddie, Steve coming to lay on your other side, sandwiching you between them. Steve’s rubs your back as Eddie strokes your arm with the backs of his fingers, both of them letting you calm down. Streaks of mascara trail down your cheeks, eyes puffy from your tears. Steve grabs your face, gently turning you towards him so he can kiss you tenderly. You melt into it, sighing blissfully as his lips move with yours. You’re interrupted when Eddie turns you instead towards him, kissing you just as sweetly.

“Did our good girl learn her lesson today?” Steve asks, trailing tiny kisses over your shoulder.

“Mhm, ‘m sorry for being mean,” you pout, giving Eddie your best puppy eyes, trailing your fingers along his chest.

“It’s okay, baby, you just needed us to take care of you hm? You know you can always just ask,” Eddie smirks, tongue rolling on the inside of his cheek.

It doesn’t take long for your breathing to slow and your sniffles to subside, heartbeat slowing as you slink into a peaceful sleep. The boys watch you as your chest rises and falls, holding you tightly between them, letting you get your much needed rest. They might have more in store for you later, after all.

[proximaamidnightt]

winter dreams

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

eddie really wants to give you a baby for christmas

cw: 18+ ONLY - SMUT. reader and eddie are actively trying to get pregnant, unprotected piv, creampie

The fire crackles in the fireplace beside you, orange embers licking at the logs below them. The carpet is plush beneath your bare back, skin pleasantly warm from the flames.

There’s a Christmas tree in the corner of the living room, its pretty colored lights partnering with the fire to cast the prettiest glow across the space. A Bing Crosby holiday album plays from the record player, volume turned low, making him sound far away; dreamlike.

Your eyes wander momentarily to the window, and you can see the snow falling down in slow, fluffy flakes. It’s like you’re inside of a snow globe, and someone just shook it upside down. You smile warmly, letting this moment wrap you up in its joy.

Eddie rocks slowly into you, hands braced on the floor beside your head. Every move he makes is entirely intentional, filling you completely full of him with each thrust. Despite his loving pace, it still knocks the breath out of you, feeling him all over you; everywhere.

You let out a satisfied hum, to which he grunts softly in response. His wide, beautiful brown eyes look down at you, twinkling with the reflection of the lights. Long lashes flutter before his eyelids close, face leaning into yours to press a kiss to your mouth, open in a sigh of his name.

"Fuck, baby," he groans. "Feel like fucking heaven." His voice is deep and husky, and it seems to wrap around you, enveloping you in the affection that pours from him.

You don't really respond, aside from another moan. He's turning you to mush, slowing down your brain, rendering you incapable of forming a sentence. Your fingers dig into his shoulder blades, nails digging in to his soft skin.

"Are you feeling good, sweetheart?" he asks, watching the way your eyes roll back as he delivers another deep thrust.

Typically, that question would come out a little cocky; smug. He'd be pounding you senseless, knowing damn well he's making you feel so good and also that you're in no state to respond to him. But right now, there's nothing but pure adoration behind his ask. This is love-making in its purest form, slow and steady and passionate, hands caressing tenderly and lips moving languid across searing skin.

"Yes," you gasp. "So good, baby," your brain manages to string the words together, leaving you breathily.

A pleased noise erupts from deep in his throat, and his mouth dips down to kiss the side of your face, trailing purposefully down to your neck.

"God, I love you," he murmurs into the crook of your neck, strands of his unruly curls tickling your neck.

It drags another high-pitched sound from you, and that's all the response he needs.

"Gonna get you pregnant, holy shit," he pants, statement enunciated by the slick, wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of you.

And that was always the plan, but hearing him say it now, in the heat of the moment, has your walls clenching around him, your brain fuzzy with desire.

"That what you want, baby? Hm? Want me to give you a baby for Christmas?"

You whimper, back arching til your tits are pressed against his chest, eyes screwing shut.

“Need you to use your words, honey,” he coaxes, letting his mouth dip to your cleavage, pressing a kiss featherlight to the skin.

“Yes, Eddie,” you burn. “That’s what I want.”

It’s something you’d both been talking about for a while. A baby. You’d been less and less cautious during sex lately, rolling with the mindset of, ‘if it happens, it happens’. But this, tonight— this feels more intentional, more promising.

His tongue swirls around one of your nipples, hips unwavering in their steady rocking.

“Good, baby. ‘M gonna give it to you,” he rasps, bringing his mouth back up, bottom lip dragging hot up the column of your throat until he catches your own mouth.

His tongue slots between your lips, moving slow with yours, sending a shiver straight through you. The rough pad of his thumb carefully finds your clit, snagging on it, rubbing in soft circles. A moan catches in your throat, coming out strangled, head tipping back against the soft carpeting.

“Oh, fuck,” you whine, feeling that familiar swell of tension in the pit of your stomach.

“C’mon, baby. You gonna cum for me?”

“Yes. Yes, yes, yes,” you chant, letting him play your body like an instrument, getting such pretty sounds out of you; working you up to your crescendo.

The weight of him on top of you is grounding, comforting as he sends you tipping over your edge. A few more swirls of his finger around your bud timed perfectly with his deep thrusts has you unraveling entirely. You moan unashamedly, hands desperately pulling him secure against your chest as your body shakes.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he pants, his voice wrecked. “I’m gonna cum, gonna cum inside you—”

And just like that, you can feel his cock twitching and his hips stilling, your insides coated with his release. He curses and groans, the noises dizzying, music to your ears. Two chests heave in unison, rising and falling, rising and falling as you both catch your breath. He doesn't pull out, in fact you think he might even push himself deeper, like he's really trying to make his seed stick.

He kisses you like it's his last moment on earth, like he's trying to breathe life into you and steal the life from you all at once. Bodies still entwined, still connected.

When he pulls away, everything feels still. The record player croons, dreams of white Christmases floating through the air. The look in Eddie's eyes says everything, no need for words.

If this were a dream, you'd never want to wake up. You're pretty certain it's real, though.

[proximaamidnightt]

The Pact: Eddie Munson One Shot

Summary: As children, you and Eddie made a pact to never cross that line. But as the two of you have grown it has become almost impossible to keep. You decide to make a new pact instead. ;)

Explicit sexual content, Minors DNI, word count 3k, moved over from my old account 🖤

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"Eddie!" you knock loudly on the door of his trailer. His van is here so he's gotta be home.

"Eds?!" you try again, banging on the door even louder.

He's probably still sleeping. The boy doesn't wake up earlier than noon, especially on a Saturday.

You close the screen door and make your way around the trailer to his window. It's cracked slightly and the smell of weed immediately hits your nose, making you smile. He's up.

You push up on the old window, listening to the squeak as it struggles to move. "Eddie!" you shout through the crack. Again, no response.

You roll your eyes as you use all your strength to lift the window enough to crawl through. You climb in head first and tumble onto his floor. As you sit up, your eyes adjust to the dim room. You see him lying on his back on the floor, headphones on his ears, his fingers tapping away as he listens to the music.

No shirt, his tattoos on full display. Hair pulled back into a messy bun, loose curls sticking out everywhere. A pair of dark green flannel pajama pants hanging low on his waist.

Fuck, he looks good.

You watch as he brings his fingers to his lips, inhaling on the joint, releasing a cloud of smoke into the air. You tiptoe across the floor, hearing the tune of 'Dirty Women' by Black Sabbath coming from the headset as you lean over him.

His already round eyes widen even more as he sits up quickly, his head slamming into yours.

"Shit! Are you okay?" he shouts over the music still blasting in his ears. You reach out with one hand removing his headphones, leaving them dangling around his neck as you rub your forehead with your other.

"Easy Tiger." you giggle and he gives you a crooked grin. His eyes are glossed over and slightly red from his activities.

"Sorry, didn't hear you comin.” he explains, pointing towards the earphones.

"Yeah, I got that.” you smile, shoving his shoulder lightly as he scoots a little closer to you.

"Thought you were coming by tonight?" he raises an eyebrow as he stands up, holding his hand out to you. You grab his hand and he pulls you from the ground.

"My shift got canceled and I was bored." you shrug, reaching out for the joint in his hand.

"I have an idea.” Eddie says suddenly, his brown glinting. You inhale deeply on the joint and wait for him to continue. He stands there silently, eyes zoning in on your chest.

"Eddie!" you smack him upside the head bringing him out of his daze and he shakes his wild hair.

“Sorry.. I'm high." he shrugs with a little wiggle of his brows.

"Your idea?" you push.

"Right.. the clubhouse. Let's hotbox." A slick smile spreads on his pretty lips. Every time you're together, you have to fight the urge to kiss him. To touch him. To beg him to touch you.

You had both made a pact. An oath. You were best friends. You couldn't cross that line. But now.. every year it gets harder and harder to keep it.

I wonder if he feels the same.

"Hello?” Eddie snaps his fingers in front of your face teasingly.

"Mhmm.. yeah. Let's go." you grin at him and his smile widens. He walks over to his nightstand, swiping up his little lunchbox.

You make your way outside, following the familiar trail into the woods behind the trailer park. You used to come here all the time together. Staying up, eating bags of candy and telling scary stories until Wayne would come and drag you both out.

You reach the rickety ladder leading high into the trees and glance over at Eddie, a nervous look on your face.

"When's the last time you've been up here? It looks... well, it looks like we're gonna die if we attempt this."

"Oh, we're fine. Come on. You first." he encourages, his hand landing on your waist. The small touch sends tingles down your spine.

"Why do I have to go first?" you groan, grabbing hold of the wooden plank.

"That way I can catch you if you fall." he explains, keeping his hand resting gently on your side. You take a deep breath and begin your climb.

"Shit!" you squeal as your foot slips on the third step and you fall into Eddie, his free hand lands on your ass, holding you up.

"Oops." you laugh, turning to peek at Eddie. His hand remains in place making you blush.

“Eds?" you nod towards his hand and he just smiles.

"Total accident, sweetheart. Swear." he cheeses. Your heart starts to pound in your chest. He's flirting. Shit, no... He always flirts. It's just friendly banter. Normal for the two of you. But is that all it is? Fuck.

You continue up the ladder, Eddie following close behind until you reach the top. You push the Spider-Man sheet to the side and crawl into the small treehouse. Everything looks about the same. A few new additions since the last time you've been here.

An ashtray sits in the corner, a stack of playboy and hustler magazines sprawled out, some empty beer bottles.

"Eddie Munson.." you giggle, shaking your head in mock disappointment.

Eddie plops on the dusty floor reaching out and snagging one of the magazines. "What? A man has needs."

"Ew." you joke, grabbing his lunchbox, plopping a pre rolled joint between your lips.

"What? You don't uh, take care of yourself?"

The question catches you off guard. But even more than that, his tone. It was much deeper than before. You hope your cheeks aren't as red as they feel as you meet his gaze. You light the joint, inhaling deeply, holding the smoke in your lungs a moment before exhaling.

"No, I do." you whisper, taking another toke.

Eddie watches you curiously, scooting a little closer to you in the already cramped space.

"You gonna share?" he winks at you, making your heart flutter. He's so close. All I want is to taste him. To finally give in.

"Hey, you okay?" Eddie nudges you playfully with his foot, shaking you from your thoughts. You nod sitting up on your knees in between his sprawled legs. You bring the joint to his lips and his eyes lock on yours as he inhales slowly.

You inch closer, the slight buzz from the weed making you more confident.

"Are you about to kiss me?" Eddie blurts making you pause.

"What? No!” you snort shoving his chest hard, making him fall back to the dirty floor. He coughs, the smoke filling his lungs coming out in small spurts as you move back to your spot against the wall, feeling a wild mix of emotions.

He scrambles to get back up, immediately coming to sit in front of you again. “I- uh- I wasn't gonna stop you.. if you were going to... ya know?" he mumbles under his breath.

You meet his big brown eyes, the same eyes you've looked into for years and years. There was no mistaking it. They were darker. Full of hunger. A hunger for you.

Shit.. say something. Anything. Your mind goes blank. Every part of you wanting to just kiss him.

The other part of you worried about your friendship. The whole reason the two of you made the pact.

"The pact.” you breathe.

Eddie speaks next, leaning back slightly, twisting one of his rings on his finger.

"Who do you think about when you touch yourself?" he burns lowly, his eyes searching your face.

"What?”

"Who do you think about?" he asks again, his eyes remain locked on yours.

You. Always you.

You shrug instead, keeping your thoughts to yourself.

Eddie nods slowly, taking another long puff off the joint before handing it your way. The small area was already cloudy with smoke as you both continue to add to the haze.

"It's not like we made a blood oath or something."

Eddie says after a few minutes. Both of you now feeling the effects of the high.

"We literally made a blood oath." you argue, a smile on your lips as you think back to the two of you pricking your fingers with a thumb tack.

"We were thirteen." Eddie pushes back, moving over so he's sitting right next to you. You can feel his body warmth radiating against your side. When you turn his face is only inches from yours.

"Where is this coming from?" you whisper.

"I just.. fuck, I don't know. Just, look at you." Eddie breathes out, his words making your entire body warm.

"Who do you think about?" you ask suddenly.

"I don't know what you mean." he grins widely, forcing you to ask him directly.

"When you touch yourself.. do you just think about those girls in the magazine?"

"Sometimes.. sometimes I think of someone else." he hints as his hand gradually makes its way to your thigh.

"Me?" you swallow hard, barely pushing the word out.

"Do you think about me?" he challenges, his hand resting heavily on your upper thigh.

"Yes." you admit. You knew it wasn't the drugs.

You've always wanted Eddie. But the buzz was allowing you to finally speak your truth.

You can tell he's happy with your answer, his face lighting up. His brown eyes gleaming.

"Show me."

"I don't under-'

"Show me what you do when you think about me." he cuts you off swiftly.

Holy shit. Your mind fills with wild thoughts as you take what he said into consideration. You can feel yourself throbbing at the thought. Touching yourself in front of him. Eddie's eyes watching you as you bring yourself to your peak. Would he touch himself too?

Before you can change your mind you guide your hands into your shorts, listening as Eddie inhales sharply.

"Fuck." he exhales, watching carefully as your hand meets your warmth under the material of your shorts. You close your eyes, worried that if you see him you might overthink everything.

Right now it just felt good. So good.. and you know he's watching.

"I close my eyes." you start, slowly rubbing circles around your clit. Eddie hums in response, waiting for you to keep going.

"And I see your face. I-I think about how your lips would feel.. your tongue. the sounds you would make..." you moan as you slip two fingers inside, feeling your arousal.

"What else?" Eddie rasps, his lips suddenly against your ear, his voice makes you speed up your fingers.

"I think about how you would feel inside me.. if you would be rough.. if you would.. ohh.. if you would make me scream."

"I promise I could make you scream." Eddie burns. You feel his fingers on your chin, turning you to face him. Your eyes drift open and Eddie presses his forehead against yours as you work your fingers in and out of your soaked pussy.

"I think about your fingers a lot... your rings.. I pretend my hands are yours.." you whimper, feeling yourself on the edge but not quite there.

You don't want your fingers. You want his.

"Eddie."

"You gonna cum, sweetheart?"

"I want you.. I want you to make me cum.." you whine desperately, only seconds away from your orgasm.

"Yeah?" he pants breathlessly.

"Please." you beg. He wastes no time reaching into your shorts, you remove your fingers just in time for his to replace them. His slender fingers immediately reach exactly where you need them to, curling with precision, stroking across your g spot making you cum instantly.

"Yes! Oh fuck!" you cry, your muscles pulsing around his fingers, Eddie watches in awe as you fall apart beneath his hand.

"Holy fuck.” Eddie groans deeply, slowly working you through your orgasm.

You grab him, slamming your lips into his pulling a moan from him instantly. He leans in, his body pressing you down to the floor as you tangle your hands in his hair.

Fuck.

He tastes like weed and Camel Blues as his tongue greets yours hungrily. You both kiss sloppily, soaking up this moment. After all these years, both of you finally getting what you want.

Clothes are torn off. No more hesitation as you both paw at each other, kissing and biting, the eagerness apparent from both of you. Moans and the sound of messy kisses fill the room.

"Fuck me." you plead with him as your bodies grind together, skin on skin, so close together.

"We need a new pact." he pants breathlessly, lining himself up.

"Mhmm." you moan, feeling his tip start to stretch you out.

"The new pact is that You're mine." he moans as he thrusts himself in, entering you fully, a filthy cry raining from your lips.

"I'm yours." you whimper, your fingernails digging into his back as he begins to pump in and out of you.

"We have to seal it, sweetheart." he mumbles drunkenly, picking up his pace. His size is unlike anything you've had before, your legs already shaking slightly, a tinge of pain mixed with the beautiful pleasure.

"What do you- oh!" you gasp as his teeth sink into your bottom lip just hard enough to break the skin. You feel the trickle of warm liquid dribble down your chin.

"Shit." you breathe out before returning the favor, taking Eddie's plump lip between your teeth and tugging roughly making him growl as he slams his cock into you.

"Goddamn, baby.” he groans, kissing your lips, gliding his tongue inside. A metallic taste fills your mouth as your tongues swirl together wildly, your blood mixing together in your kiss.

"Call me baby again." you whimper, rolling your hips, grinding on his big cock. He feels so fucking good.

Eddie chuckles bringing his lips to your ear as he fucks you powerfully. His cock glides in and out of your slickness, the sounds loud in the quiet of the woods.

"You like being my baby?" he murmurs in your ear.

"Yes!”

"You feel so fucking good.. so fucking good." he praises, entering you deeply with every snap of his hips. Your head falls to the wooden floor as your back begins to arch.

"There we go, sweetheart." Eddie hums approvingly as your thighs begin to tremble.

He keeps himself buried deep, rolling into you, his thick cock filling you to the brim. He thrusts into you precisely, finding your sweet spot making your toes curl.

"Eddie! R-right there!" you whine, the pleasure of someone fucking you right for the first time was unlike anything you'd felt before. You didn't know sex could feel this good.

"Gonna take care of you, sweetheart.. I got you." Eddie reassures, keeping his pace, in and out, in and out.

His lips lock onto your neck sucking harshly. You grip the back of his head, holding him to you, the feeling of his lips sucking your skin felt delicious. His fingers meet your clit, quickly rubbing circles on the sensitive nub, making your eyes roll.

"Please don't stop... I think.. I think I'm gonna..”

"Cum for me, beautiful.” Eddie demands in your ear, sending you over the edge. You pull his hair roughly as your body jolts upward, your pussy clenching around him, spasm after spasm as you flood his cock.

"E-Eddie! Ohh my god.. f-fuck!" you practically scream, Eddie loving every second of you writhing beneath him. Watching as you make a mess of his cock. You can feel your cum coating your thighs as he continues to pound into you.

His hands tangle in your hair as his lips meet yours feverishly. Your entire body is overwhelmed as you cling to him, it's almost too much but you don't want it to end. He lifts your leg onto his shoulder, the new angle making you gasp.

"You're so fucking hot." Eddie moans, the sounds coming from him are everything you imagined they'd be. Even better.

"We're gonna cum together." Eddie orders as he leans down, taking your leg with him, his hard cock somehow reaching deeper.

"Together.” you whimper, feeling him stretch you out again and again. He speeds up, slamming into you wildly, your legs shake as you grasp for him, wanting him to be as close as possible. He leans down even more, you feel the strain of your leg muscles as he bends you in ways unknown to you before.

He sinks his teeth into your neck making your eyes roll to the back of your head as your nails claw at his back, sending red streaks across his tattoos.

"Gonna cum…. wanna cum inside you.." he mumbles, his hips moving at an insane pace.

"Cum inside me, baby." you moan, completely losing all sense of anything but him as he fucks you senseless. A few more hard thrusts and you feel his cock twitch, his warm cum spilling into you as he moans your name.

"Fucking Christ." he laughs breathlessly as he collapses on top of you. Both of you lay there silently, your chests rising and falling rapidly as you come down from your high. You run your fingers through his curls as he rests his head on your chest.

After a few minutes you hear the crunching of leaves below you causing you both to sit up suddenly.

"Edward!" Wayne's voice calls from below.

"Shit."

"Come down here and eat your damn dinner.. 20 years old and still playing in a damn treehouse." Wayne mumbles as you hear his footsteps heading back through the woods.

You both look at each other and burst out laughing.

"Dinner, m'lady?" Eddie smirks, rounding up your clothes.

"Dinner sounds perfect.” you smile at him, feeling happier than you’ve ever felt.

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Need to Feed

BestFriend! Vampire! Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Eddie begs the reader to let him feed from them.

Warnings: contains mentions of blood, biting, but is mostly just fluff.

Word Count: 2,344

You sat next to each other on your worn out sofa as Eddie pleaded with you. “Please? I never ask you for anything. Can’t you do this one thing for me?” One of his arms rested along the back of the couch behind you, allowing him to invade your space easily.

You roll your eyes in annoyance. “What are you talking about? You are always asking me for something. Case and point,” You held up one of the beers from the six-pack you bought. He glances from your raised brow to the beer sitting in his own hand. He takes a noisy sip before continuing.

“Yeah, but this is something serious. I need to feed.” His chin dipped downward as he stared into your soul with big, shiny button eyes.

You shrug off his dramatics as best you can under the scrutiny of his intense gaze. “Can’t you eat animal blood? Go to the grocery store and buy some ground beef or something.” 

Eddie slumps forward with an exhausted sigh, a hand propping his head up on his knees. “It’s not the same. It’s like eating popsicles for every meal. It’s not satisfying. I want something warm. Something fresh.” As he speaks he begins to walk his other hand towards you. When his fingers reach your thigh, he gently swirls it in tiny circles there. The way he looks up at you through his lashes, looking as pitiful as he possibly can be, finally does you in.

You groan, leaning your head back against the cushions. “You know I hate when you give me that look.”

Eddie gives you a cocky smirk, knowing he’s won. “Yeah right. I know you love it.”

Huffing a long sigh, silently hoping you won’t regret this, you relent. “Fine. You can drink my blood.”

Eddie hops upright with an excited clap. “Yes! You’re the best! I promise I won’t take too much.” He grins as he begins to move closer towards you.

Eyes widening in surprise, you hold your hand against his chest. “Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Your eyes scan his puzzled expression. “Right now?”

His head swivels as he looks at the room around him. The living room coffee table is holding a few beer cans from your casual Friday night hang out, along with an ashtray filled with snuffed out cigarette butts. Red digits on the VCR clock reads 10:48. The movie you both agreed upon earlier that evening is quietly running through the credits, completely forgotten among your discussion. When he finally looks back to you, he raises a brow. “Is now not a good time?”

You scoff a short laugh. “Well, I was hoping I might be able to mentally prepare myself before you start lunging for my jugular.”  

Eddie immediately backs off, hands up in understanding. “Sorry. You’re right. We should probably set up some ground rules anyways. For example; what’s our safe word gonna be?”

“Safe word?”

“Yeah you know. What are you gonna say when you need me to stop?”

Tapping your finger on your chin, you hum in sarcastic thought. “Hmm, how about ‘stop’.”

He nods emphatically. “Perfect. Short, sweet, and to the point.” Eddie then steeples his hands under his chin as he considers his next line of questioning. “And when it comes to where I will be biting you?”

You roll your eyes, already tired of his drawn out antics. “I don’t know. How about my wrist? That seems like easy access.” You offer your arm out to him with your palm up.

Eddie eyes your delicate and soft skin of the flesh you offer him before looking into your eyes. He becomes serious then, asking you in all sincerity, “Are you sure you want to do this? You really don’t have to. You know that, right? We can drop the whole thing and never discuss it again if that’s what you want.”

Your head tilts at the sweetness of his concern. “Of course I know that, but you’re my best friend. I trust you and I want to do this for you.”

After his gaze flits between your eyes, gauging your truthfulness, he smiles. “Thanks. This is really cool of you.”

Wanting to keep this casual and less scary than you felt it was, you raise your eyebrows in false annoyance. “I know!” You shake the arm you stretched out to him. “Now eat up before supper gets cold.”

Eddie chuckles nervously before wiping his sweaty hands on his jeans. With one last glance your way, he grabs your arm gently. With the skill of a licensed nurse, Eddie uses his fingers to prod at your forearm in search of a vein. The calluses on his hands scratch your skin lightly. After scooching closer to you on the couch, he hunches over your offering bringing your skin to his lips and places a gentle kiss there. Looking up at you with deep brown eyes, he searches your eyes in the hopes you might see what this means to him. Eddie could sense this was a bigger deal for you than you were letting on. Seeing as you were doing a huge favor for him, the least he could do is try and make you comfortable. “I’ll try to be gentle.”

While his dark eyes sent a chill down your spine, his whispered words made your face bloom with heat. You released your held breath out through your nose and nodded encouragement for him to continue. Eddie holds your stare for a moment longer before he turns his attention back to the flesh in his grasp. The humid warmth of his breath fanned across your skin as he opened his mouth. The soft light of the living room lamp caught on his pair of fangs making you nervous once again. Before you knew it, Eddie was already taking a bite.

The puncture hurts for only a moment and you even manage to ignore your urge to wince in pain. The hurt then dulls to a throbbing ache a second later as he begins to slurp the blood directly from your veins. Your fingers twitch as your tendons are pushed and prodded by his mouth. The sound of his heavy breathing and sloppy slurping is drowning out the pounding of your heart. In Eddie’s excitement, his mouth seemed to have slipped from the puncture wound at some point because you begin to feel the mixture of your blood and his spit cooling against the air. 

As time goes on you begin to feel a subtle warmth settle over your body as your extremities fall numb. The warmth is comforting enough that your eyelids begin to droop like you might fall asleep at any moment. “Okay, Eddie. You can stop now.” Your gentle and tired call goes unnoticed by the vampire before you. “Eddie,” you try again as you kick at his foot next to yours.

That seems to shake him enough out of his trance to take notice of your weakening condition. He flips his head up, dark, wild curls falling behind him, and blood running down his chin. Eddie was out of breath, breathing deeply as he tried to settle down. You could swear you saw the pupils of his eyes were glowing red before quickly returning to their original color. “Sorry,” he breathed. “Didn’t mean to go so far. You just- ” he wipes the blood from his chin before licking it from his finger with a satisfied hum, “you taste so good.”

He glances down at your arm that was smeared with blood and spit and currently still bleeding from the two puncture wounds. “Shit,” he cursed. “Let me clean you up.” Eddie ran to the next room and returned with a damp washcloth. He wiped up the mess before holding it tight against your arm. You were so dazed from losing so much blood that you struggled to keep up with what was happening. Eddie dipped down to catch your tired gaze, “Alright I’m gonna need you to hold this in place while I grab a bandage.” You manage a nod before doing as he says with a loose hand atop the cloth.

It’s only a moment before he’s back with the first aid kit from your bathroom. He opens it on the couch next to him and begins to unwrap the bandage while sneaking a glance at your slow blinking eyes. You see him frown with concern as he gently removes your hand and begins to wrap your arm. Eddie is focused intensely on the task at hand, and you can’t help but stare. The whole thing feels intimate. His careful touches and gentle caresses are a far cry from his usual loud and animated demeanor.

Once he’s finished, he runs a thumb over his work, making sure it’s secure against you. “There. All done.” Eddie glances at you again, concern evident from his furrowed brows. “You gonna be okay?”

You nod, eyes lazily closed. “Mhm. I’ll be fine. Just need to sleep it off.”

Eddie is unconvinced. He purses his lips to the side as he evaluates your faint features and how you are barely able to stay awake. “I’m gonna get you something to drink,” he says as he stands from the couch. “Something sugary.” You can only manage to hum back in acknowledgement.

From the kitchen comes the quiet clattering sounds of Eddie grabbing a glass from the cabinet and opening and closing the fridge. Soon he is next to you once again and tapping your shoulder. When you manage to open your eyes, you see a glass outstretched in front of you accompanied with one of your novelty silly straws. Its brightly colored plastic curls out from the glass with several unnecessary loops. “Apple juice,” he explains simply.

You smile at the gesture. “Thanks.” When you dip your head in to drink, your incoordination causes you to miss the straw several times before managing to get a hold of it. It takes Eddie everything in him not to laugh. He bites his lip as he holds back his smile. This is his best friend. A person so trusting of him that they were willing to wholly give themself to him. A person Eddie trusts just as deeply. And they are the only one of his friends that can make clumsily drinking apple juice from a silly straw look endearing. He can feel his face burn red as he admires you like the lovesick dork he is. Luckily, you are too out of it to notice.

After finishing your juice, you are beginning to feel a little better. More alert, atleast. The empty glass meets the coffee table with a little clink as you set it down. When you look back at Eddie, he’s still staring. The attention makes you shy and you can feel your face go warm with it. “What? Is there something on my face?” You instinctively go to wipe at the corner of your mouth.

The question shakes Eddie out of his stupor. “Huh? Oh, uh. Nothing. It’s nothing.” He waves his hand dismissively. “How you feelin’? Any better?” 

“Yeah. I feel okay.” You fail to suppress the yawn that spills from your mouth, but manage to hide the sight of it with your hand. “So?”

“‘So’ what?”

You prop your head up on your fist as you lounge back against the couch. “So, how was it? Better than ground beef?”

Realizing you aren’t going to pass out from blood loss, Eddie feels himself relax. He smirks at the question, amused you would want to know something like that. “Oh absolutely. Hands down, way better.” He flings a hand aside, like it’s not even a contest of which blood he would prefer.

For some reason, you find yourself smiling at what feels like a compliment. “Really? Do I…?” The question dies on your tongue as you bite your lip.

Eddie tilts his head quizzically. “Do you…what?” Seeing the way you clam up with embarrassment only makes him want to hear it more.

You slump back, feeling flustered. “You’re gonna take it the wrong way. And make fun of me for asking.”

He throws his head back to bark out a laugh. “Ha! Well now I have to hear this. Come on, spill it.”

Eddie’s small pokes to your side is enough to convince you to ask your stupid question. You blow air out of your mouth in a huff, mentally preparing yourself for the worst. “What I was gonna ask is… ‘do I taste good?’” You’re looking up at him through your lashes, face still warm with chagrin.

There is only a split second of silence before Eddie is laughing loudly. “Oh my god! I can see why you held out on me. Holy shit that is funny.” He wipes a tear of joy from his eye. His laughing is interrupted when you punch him in the shoulder. “Ow! I’m kidding! Relax!”

“See? This is why I didn’t want to ask!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Once he’s settled again, he smiles. “Okay to answer your question, you tasted incredible.” You feel relief when you realize Eddie is actually taking your question seriously. He stares off into space as he recalls the taste of you and you watch him comfortably as his expressions change with each detail he remembers. “Very sweet. And warm. It was like drinking hot chocolate. But not that powder and hot water crap. I’m talking about the stuff you get at a cafe, you know? The good stuff. It’s rich and has a little thickness to it that makes you feel full even though it’s mostly sugar.” He looks back at you to see if you’re satisfied with his answer.

“Wow. You make it sound so good. I kind of wish I was a vampire so I could find out what you taste like.” Eddie smirks mischievously.

“You don’t need to be a vampire to do that, sweetheart. Just tell me a time and place.” He chuckles when you hide behind your hands in embarrassment.

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Eddie as a friend would be so sweet to you- cause everyone knows of his little crush.

But you, cause you're dumb.

Pure, sweet, sweet fluff.

"Eddiiiiie?" You'd call from the kitchen, the rest of the group in the living room.

"Sweeeeetheart?" He'd respond with his head perking up. Everyone would look over at him due to his high-pitched tone, giving each other giddy smiles.

"Can you help me grab something?" You'd ask while trying to reach a box of cereal that's on the top of a cabinet.

He'd trot into the kitchen and easily grab the box, handing it to you and pulling it away before you grab it.

"What's in it for me?" He'd quirk up an eyebrow and bend down so his face was level with yours.

As always, you'd blush as his chocolate eyes looked into yours.

"For such a hard task..? Hmm." You'd pretend to think, even though you're well aware of what he wants. It was just platonic, right?

You'd give him a quick peck on the cheek, and he'd give you the biggest cheeky grin before winking and returning back to the living room.

And it was reoccurring. Any time you'd call for him, no matter what it was.

"Daaaaarlin'?"

"Preeeeetty girrrl?"

"Hooooneeeey?"

Your heart would skip a beat every time. But you tried not to think too hard. It was just platonic, right?

Sometimes he'd want a hug, or he'd kiss your knuckles and say "It was an honor, my Princess." While giving you a fond smile with hearts in his eyes.

You were just too sweet, he'd think. You were a dear friend- and maybe you just liked the attention. But he never, not once, missed when you would blush, or tuck your hair behind your ear, and put your hand on his arm and rub your thumb there without even realizing. It was just platonic, right?

But that one night where the gang ditched on you for the planned little campfire in the back of your yard. Of course, it was planned.

You'd tell Eddie to come over anyway and laugh at his hushed yes! ( that wasn't meant to be heard by you) while he fist bombed the air. And you'd sit together, thighs touching but hands remaining on your lap. You'd watch the orangey glow of the fire glow on his face, his nose scrunching up when the smoke blew in his direction. You'd giggle, and he'd look at you with that lovesick expression.

His breath got taken away as he, too, looked at the glow on your face, your eyes glistening.

And then he'd turn his body to yours, his knee against your thigh and eyes unmoving at they stayed connected to yours.

"Sweetheart.." He'd whisper.

You'd chew on the inside of your lip, a nervous habit. He noticed, and almost chickened out.

He'd tuck that piece of hair that was in your face behind your ear that's been bothering him for the past hour, and then rub a thumb across your cheek, smiling at the way you looked down and blushed. He felt the warmth. It was just platonic, right?

"Eddiiiie?" You whispered back, mimicking the tone he always gave you.

He'd give you that wide signature smile, teeth and all. And then he couldn't hold back anymore when he saw you peek quickly at his lips.

He would snake his hand to the back of your neck and pull you in, lips firmly pressing against yours for several seconds before he pulled away.

Both of you would let out a breath, and then you'd laugh while he covered his face and chuckled.

"That totally wasn't platonic.. right?" He'd ask, lips puckering out like a 'duck face' and eyes narrowing.

You'd shake your head and lean back in, and he would grab your hands, placing them around his shoulders and really taking your breath away.

It was never platonic.

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Falling asleep in bestfriend!Eddie’s bed

You’d spent another Friday night with Eddie, munching on snacks, yapping for hours while he tidied up his room and fiddled with his guitar, before reaching for a movie and setting it up in his bedroom to watch. You’d planned on having your best friend drive you back home shortly after it was over, but when the ending credits started rolling and your eyelids got heavier, you’d barely heard him mumble something until you’d completely succumbed to sleep.

He walks back in with a glass of water, asking you another question and getting no response, when he sees your hands clutched onto one of his pillows, a leg propped up, and breaths so soft- he immediately goes quiet at the sight.

~

You lay against a soft mattress, lingering spice on sheets you’d been snugly tucked into, and an arm draped around your back, when you wake up and realize you’re not in your own room.

A light snore beside you shakes you out of your confusion, as you become aware that you’d fallen asleep at Eddie’s. In his bed.

You turn your head to see the man himself with his mouth parted slightly and a cheek pressed to a pillow.

You can’t help yourself, and it seems like a safe bet, so you reach out a gentle hand to push a curl from his eyes, when he stirs at your touch.

Oops.

“Mmnh?” He groans, letting out a yawn as you fight off a smile, when he remembers who’s next to him.

“Hi,” you whisper.

“Hi, sleeping beauty. What’re you doin’?” He grumbles.

“I fell asleep here.”

“Mhm.”

“And you tucked me in.”

“I did.”

A moment passes before you decide to ignore his initial question, when the arm that was resting along your sleeping form moves to pull you in closer, “c’mere.”

You gladly oblige, but can’t hide the nerves that heat your cheeks.

“What’s- what are we doing, Eds?”

“It’s Saturday. We’re sleeping in a little longer.”

“Okay..” you rest your head against his chest, wondering why he’s acting like this is something you do all the time.

“Later on we can go down to the lake or somethin’. Grab a bite? If you want.”

“That sounds nice,” you trail off, honing in on his heartbeat that’s racing underneath his cool demeanor.

“Kay. Get some more sleep, sweetheart.”

And with a sly kiss to your forehead, his breaths slow back down, when you decide to return the favor and peck him underneath his chin, and his heart’s hammering all over again.

“Night, Eds.”

Divider by @strangergraphics

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Tokyo Ghoul + favorite minor character(s) asked by sasuku Kurona and Nashiro Yasuhisa

[proximaamidnightt]

Aggressive Compliments

(Eddie Munson x Insecure!Reader)

Summary: After you confess to Eddie that you don't like the way you look, he is quick to assure you of how beautiful you are.

wc: ~2k

This was it. You were down to your last quarter and you’ve spent too much to give up now. The silver coin rolls into the slot and the light flashes on the ‘go’ button. With one last focusing exhale, you hit the green button and narrow your eyes at the purple bat plushie. The beeps and music fade out as you gain your center. You move the joystick with precision, finally getting the hang of its movements, until it hangs directly above your target. Eyes flicking downward, you see the red timer counting down from the 15 seconds you have left. You move around the transparent box the best you can to see the other angles, ensuring you were in the right position.

Seeing no mistakes, you glance over your shoulder to Eddie who is covering his mouth with his hands, per your request. He breaks focus from the claw machine to nod his approval silently. With a smirk, you hit the drop button with only 3 seconds to spare. You and Eddie press your faces against the glass, praying that this is the one. The claw falls, at an agonizingly slow rate, until it is resting perfectly on the center of the bat’s head. Then it clamps down, caging the plush toy carefully. You both held your breath with anticipation. This was the pivotal moment. Would it make it off the ground?

The claw lifts the bat upwards oh so very slowly and much too shakily. As the claw carries the toy closer and closer to the exit your excitement builds exponentially. Until, finally above the box, the claw releases and the bat falls into the exit unceremoniously. You both shout with joy, laughing hysterically at the fact that your obsessive repetition finally paid off. “You did it! You finally did it!” Eddie shouted excitedly. You grab the toy and hold it above your head victoriously. The other arcade patrons look your way disapprovingly, disturbed by your volume. Neither of you cared, too invested in finally winning at the claw game. 

Eddie is so excited he scoops you up in a hug and lifts you off your feet momentarily. You’re almost too happy to realize or care, until you feel his arms on your back and your stomach against his chest. Immediately you clam up, your smile faltering as you are once again reminded of your imperfect body. You do your best not to make a big deal out of it, but Eddie already notices your drop in energy and stops to put you down. 

His face is still plastered with a wide smile, but his brow pinches together, worried he did something wrong. “You okay? Did I squeeze you too hard?”

You fake a smile and shake your head. “No, I'm fine. Just a little dizzy is all,” you lied. Before Eddie could press further, you change the subject. “Anyways,” you hold the toy out to him. “Here is your prize, Eddie.”

Confused brown eyes hold your stare as he takes the toy from your hands with a lopsided grin. His attention is then on the soft toy as he holds it close to his chest in a protective hug, humming in content. When Eddie holds it out again for a moment to admire it, he shakes his head before handing it back to you. “You should have it. I mean, you did all the work to get it, not to mention the quarters you put into it.”

You tilt your head, confused, as you take the plush from his hands. “But you spent all your quarters trying to win it.”

He chuckles, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Honestly, I only wanted to win it for you.” Eddie shrugs. “Wanted to give you a souvenir. Something to remember this awesome date we had.” His head snaps up in realization. “This was a good date, right? Or was I the only one feeling that?”

Smiling, you cup his face and press a quick kiss to his cheek. When you pull away, you see him flush red. “It was a great date. I loved it. But you didn’t have to win me a souvenir.”

Eddie gestures to the purple bat in your hands. “Yeah, clearly you win them yourself.”

You roll your eyes with a grin. “I meant, to remember this date. I’m not forgetting this anytime soon.”

“Alright well,” Eddie takes a step closer, playfully flapping the wings of the bat in your arms, “either way, I’m sure Ozzy will much rather live at your house than mine, and if seeing him happens to remind you of me, that’s just a bonus.” His grin looks mischievous with the way his head tilts to his shoulder.

You look at the plush toy in your hands. “‘Ozzy,’ huh? That’s a cute name.”

“As in the guy who bit off the head of a bat on stage.”

“Right,” you smile. Eddie had told you that story many times. “Well, seeing as we are both out of quarters, I suppose that means this arcade date is officially over. Care to walk me and Ozzy here home?” 

Eddie flourishes his arm out with a little bow, encouraging you to lead the way. “Why, it would be my pleasure.” He follows closely beside you, arm at the small of your back as you make your way through the crowd of people. Despite the enticing warmth of his hand, your insecurities can't stand the idea of being forgotten. You curl away from his touch just to silence the destructive thoughts.

Once you make it outside, you both squint at the sudden brightness. Even though the sun was setting, it was still much brighter than the darkness of the arcade you had grown accustomed to over the course of the afternoon. After blinking away the discomfort, you two begin to make your way down the sidewalk towards your house. The walk is mostly quiet, but it’s a comfortable silence. Eddie is the first to break it. His hands are in his jacket pocket and he seems more willing to look towards the sidewalk than at you. “I'm sorry about before. I didn't mean to make you upset or anything.” His soft tone of voice perks your ears.

The apology completely catches you off guard. “Huh? What do you mean? I'm not upset.”

His dark eyes find yours and he shrugs. “You just seemed…weird after I hugged you. Which, I get it. I should have asked before lifting you up like that. I was just so happy for you, you know? Guess I got caught up in all the excitement.”

You frown, feeling guilty that you got Eddie all in his head about it. “No, no. It had nothing to do with you. I just-” You huff, struggling to find the words. Worried that being honest with him would ruin the nice vibe you had going. Seeing as Eddie noticed your odd behavior already, it’s safe to say that ship has sailed. You think that if it were the other way around, you would want Eddie to be completely honest with you. Gathering your courage with a deep breath, you do your best to put your feelings into words. “Sometimes when I’m reminded of the way my body looks or feels, I get all…stupid. I'm scared you’ll notice all the bad parts of me. The ugly parts. Then you’ll realize you want nothing to do with me.”

There is a silent pause as Eddie mulls over your words. His shoes scuff on the sidewalk as he suddenly stops walking. The noise of it puts you on edge. As you stop a second after him, your mind starts racing through what you said looking for the thing that might have upset him. “Okay, first of all, you’re not stupid.” His tone is firm, but it isn’t angry. It brings you a sliver of relief as you turn to face him. 

How he spoke made it sound less like a compliment and more like an obvious unrefuted fact. Like you were an idiot for calling yourself stupid, which is very confusing. “Thank you?” is your meek reply. 

Eddie’s eyes are wide and unblinking. “Second, in what world, in what reality, are you within even an atom’s width of ‘bad’ or ‘ugly’?” He pinches his fingers in front of his eyes trying to emphasize how small an interval he’s talking about.

Your face was warm with the weird worded compliment. The logical part of your brain wanted to point out examples to him. Maybe you wanted to prove the cynical part of yourself right; that you are bad and ugly. Maybe you just wanted to hear him refute them, boost your ego all the more. “Well, what about when you lifted me up? Didn’t you feel how heavy I am? How my stomach pressed against you?” Talking about it only makes you want to make yourself smaller, so you hug the stuffie against yourself as a kind of shield.

Running his hands through his hair, Eddie looked like he was close to ripping it out. “Are you fucking kidding me?! When I held you against me and I could feel all your sexy little dips and curves? Looking at the most beautiful fucking smile in the goddamn world? I loved every second of it!” His arms drop heavily from his head, hands slapping against his jeans. Suddenly his gaze is softer as he realizes his yelling is putting you off. Eddie gently takes one of your hands in his, ducking his head hoping to catch your eyes. “I would hold you every day if you’d let me.” When you finally look him in the eyes, they crinkle at the corners as he smiles lovingly at you. “Just because you aren’t the magazine cover conventionally attractive type, doesn’t make you any less attractive. I mean, look at me,” he steps back and waves a hand presenting himself to you. “Does any of this scream conventional to you?”

Your eyes scan Eddie up and down, catching on his long frizzy hair, jean vest atop his leather jacket covered in patches and buttons, his wallet chain connected to his black ripped jeans. In relation to your small town of Hawkins, Indiana, Eddie was far from average. “I guess not.” Your voice was small as you were beginning to realize his point.

“Aaand…? Do you think I’m pretty?” He uses his extra whiney voice as he holds both his hands beneath his chin in a silly pose, fluttering his eyelashes exaggeratedly.

It’s enough to make you laugh and you can see Eddie’s smile brighten at the sound of it. “Of course I do!”

He holds you by the elbows excitedly. “Exactly! I feel the same way about you!” The passion in his voice makes you blush. “You are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever had the pleasure to lay eyes on.” Eddie’s voice is softer now, given the close proximity that you don’t seem to mind as much as you did 5 minutes ago. “You are not bad or ugly or stupid. And I’ll tell you everyday if I have to. Hell, I’ll have it tattooed onto my forehead if that’s what it takes.” The corners of his lips quirk up when he sees you smile.

Suddenly you feel a little embarrassed that you ever doubted Eddie’s affections for you. You can’t help but stare into his deep chocolate eyes, feeling so genuinely loved. When you reach up to caress his face, your thumb grows warm from the blush blooming across the apples of his cheeks. Your eyes slip closed as you kiss him. His hand lands on your waist to hold you closer, and this time you don’t shy away. As you break apart and stare up at him through your lashes, your voice rings out softly. “Thank you, Eddie.” 

“Anytime, Sweetheart.”

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Brandon Lee as Eric Draven

THE CROW (1994)

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when the sun and the moon

goes down 🌅 comes up 🌖

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eddie munson = eric draven = patrick verona

same character, different font

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Confirmed: PEDRO PASCAL is a nails guy!