#He looked like a fuckboi in the trailer

[ladykakata]

I'm just saying if Hades doesn't want him I'll fucking adopt him he's my son now bitch

I'd have to join the queue behind Spear Dad Achillies, Nightcore Mom Nyx and No Idea Where He Got That Rebellious Attitude From Mom Persephone though

[ctl-yuejie]

these moments™️ in the Only Friends Trailer

[lunarzstarz]

Bad Idea E.M

Pairing: Fuckboy!EddieMunson x Virgin!Fem!Reader

Content Warning: NSFW 18+ minors dni, drugs, first Times, oral (F receiving), fingering, protected sex, nicknames (Princess/Sweetheart), Eddie being a goof but also an asshole (Slightly proofread)

Summary: Not wanting to leave for college with your virginity still intact, you turn to your last resort that you know can only end terribly…

A/N: Been in a slump for a while and haven’t had time for writing, finally came up with this and got a bit carried away, definitely gonna be a part two!

As always, likes, reblogs and comments are very much appreciated <3

Word Count: 6.4K

This was a bad idea. 

The gravel crunched beneath your shoes as you walked through the trailer park, looking out for that familiar mop of frizzy curls or that beaten up van. Your breath curling in clouds in front of you with the cold, clinging to the thin fabric of your jacket and now regretting your choice of outfit. What sane person wears a skirt in the middle of winter? He’s definitely gonna know you’re desperate. However, as desperate you knew you looked, with your short skirt, hair done nicely and perfect makeup, you hoped your plan would work. 

You planned everything down to this moment around a week ago when you had decided you couldn’t leave high school without at least some sort of experience. The thought of going off to college without even having properly kissed a boy was embarrassing to you, it felt like everyone your age had lost their virginity but you. You felt left out when all your friends would laugh and joke about their first time or talk about their experiences, even if they didn’t sound that much fun, you just wanted to know what all the fuss was about. So you turned to your last option, one you’d known you’d probably regret in a few hours but it was better than nothing. 

Eddie Munson wasn’t just know for being the town freak, everyone knew he was a certified fuck boy. You were pretty sure he had slept with over half the girls in your year, it was like a game to him to see how many notches he could get on his belt. He’d fuck them, then never speak to them again, acting like it never happened or that they just didn’t exist altogether. It was almost sad to watch all those girls chase after him, some of them would stop him in the hallways, asking to see him again or “hangout”, to go on dates. He’d just laugh at them or call them by the wrong name, whether it was on purpose or he really did sleep around that much that he actually does forget you don’t know. 

You were starting to lose all hope, you’d been searching for ten minutes around the small area and there was no sign of him anywhere. Then you heard the sound of music blasting, echoing off the trailers to you from the other side of the park, it sounded like the kind of stuff he played in the school parking lot, it had to be him, so you followed it. It leads you to a trailer with Eddie’s van parked right outside. You drew a deep breath, trying your best to settle any nerves that you had and hurried yourself up the path so that you didn’t have enough time to second guess yourself and turn around. 

You knocked on the door without hesitation, using the time you had left to check over yourself to make sure everything was in the right place, hair and clothes pristine. Shifting your weight back and forth to soothe yourself, nobody answered. Maybe he just can't hear it over the music? You knock again louder this time. 

You knocked on the door without hesitation, using the time you had left to check over yourself to make sure everything was in the right place, hair and clothes pristine. Shifting your weight back and forth to soothe yourself, nobody answered. Maybe he just can't hear it over the music? You knock again louder this time. 

“Alright! I’m coming Jesus chri-” an agitated shout came from inside over the music, it was lowered then the door swung open. Eddie leaned against the doorway, hair disheveled like he had just woken up, even though it was turning six o’clock. He was wearing a tattered Pantera shirt that had some holes in it, revealing some of his fair skin and some grey sweatpants that hung low on his waist, a lit joint dangling from his plush lips. He may have been an asshole, but god he was a hot one. 

“Yes?” he shakes his head at you when you don’t say anything, curls drooping around his face. 

“Weed” you blurt out, muddling up your words “shit- I- sorry, I’m Y/n, I’m here to buy weed, um Chrissy told me you sell and-” you cut yourself off, too much information. You swore you saw the corner of his mouth twitch. Great not even five minutes in and he’s already laughing at me, so much for trying to act cool. 

“Right” he huffs in acknowledgement, taking a drag from the joint, studying you for a moment before disappearing back into the trailer. You stay put, your body succumbing to numbness with the cold biting at your skin as you wait for him to return, but he doesn’t. “Well, come in, it’s fucking freezing” Eddie calls from inside, so you step past the threshold into the living room shutting the door behind you. 

You stood awkwardly by the door, waiting for his return as you took in your surroundings, it was a lot more homely than you thought it would be. Hats and mugs lining the walls, you smile to yourself when you spot the Garfield one, similar to yours at home. The place smelt of a mixture of weed and cigarette smoke, coffee and man all masked with the scent of cheap lemon air freshener. 

There was some shuffling coming from down the hall, then Eddie emerged with a bag in hand, catching you staring at his home. “Maid took the night off” he says, snapping you from your thoughts, making you flinch. 

“Oh- I wasn’t judging or anything I jus-” 

“Well it's certainly not the Ritz” he gives you a sarcastic, tight lipped smile. 

“No, no I like it, it's cozy” you offer him a shy smile, you’re sure he’s received a lot of criticism for where he lives, trailer park trash some of the kids had called him. 

He’d heard it before from the girls he took back here, “it’s nice” is what they would always say with a small grimace on their face, they were only saying it so they could get in his pants, but for some reason he could tell you were being earnest. “Yeah well…here, half an ounce for twenty five.” 

You reached for your pocket to fish out the cash, then pause “Wait, Chrissy said you only charge fifte-” 

“I charged Chrissy fifteen, last time I checked, you’re not Chrissy” he looks you up and down, something about his stare making you shiver. “Twenty five or nothing” he says, holding out his palm and the bag from your reach, looking done with the whole ordeal already. 

You think for a moment, trying to come out with something to say, something that wouldn’t cut this visit short and stick with your plan. “How about if I suck your dick? Will you give me the discount then?” you offer, shocking yourself with your sudden boldness. 

Eddie’s eyebrows raise in slight surprise, then he huffs a laugh. It wouldn’t be the first time someone offered him a blowjob or sex or the occasional “I’ll show you my tits” in return for some free weed, wouldn't be the first time he’d taken someone up on it. He was just more surprised it came from you, hadn't expected you to say something like that. 

“I’d much rather prefer the extra ten bucks, thanks for the offer though, but you and I both know you’re better than that princess” he spoke to you in a tone that made you feel dumb, but you’d be lying if you said the nickname didn’t excite you a little. “Now, thirty or nothing” his lips curled into a smug grin. 

You roll your eyes “Fine, twenty five” you pull out your cash and shoved it into his palm, he tosses you the bag. You examine the fuzzy green plant while he counts the money, you’d never smoked before “Could you um- show me how to roll? It’s just I’m not very good at it, I’ll pay extra if-”  

He sets the money aside “Save it, look I’ll show you but after you’re gone, got it?” You nod “Sit down” he motions over to the couch. You took a seat and it was surprisingly more comfortable than it looked, Eddie taking a seat next to you, shuffling close so that your knees knocked together. You could smell his cheap cologne and musk that had been overpowered by the joint he was still smoking through the whole interaction. 

“Here, take this” he passes it to you “Now I’m only gonna do this once, so watch closely.” He lifted the grinder and started the process, you’re doing as he said and watching closely. “Don’t let it go out” he snaps at you, so you place the joint between your lips and puff on it like you’d done with cigarettes. Bad Idea. You start choking on the thick, strong smoke, not being used to it. 

“Jesus Christ-” he gets up and heads to the kitchen grabbing a glass and pouring water into it, racing back over to as you finish your spluttering. “You’ve never smoked before” he says more like a statement than a question. 

“What gave it away?” you croak out, thanking him for the water before taking a sip, he laughs a little. 

“I don’t know, maybe you almost choking to death? Better?” he asks once your breathing is normal again, you nod. “Here, try again, only a little” he instructs, you hesitantly hold the joint up to your lips again and take a small drag of the smoke, holding it in your mouth. “Right, now inhale” you do as he says, the smoke filling your lungs, catching your throat slightly but not as bad as the last time. 

You exhale “Better?” he asks again, returning to his spot next to you. 

“Yeah, I just wasn’t expecting it to be so strong.” 

“Nobody does, now watch” he says, picking up one of the rolling papers and starting the process over. You do try to pay attention like he said, but with each extra drag you took it became harder to focus, your attention wandering to him. Eyes straying to stare at his ringed fingers, his face, lips, his tongue poking out between them in concentration or when he licked along the paper to seal the joint. 

By the time he’s finished you feel light, not too high, but it has definitely made you relax, taking up more space, your bare thigh flush with his clothed one. “Thanks” you say a little breathless as he passes it to you, taking his back. You toss it over in your palm, examining it, he’d perfectly wrapped the plant, it made you wonder what other things those hands could do besides roll joints and play guitar.

“You should go now” he sighs, stretching out and laying back on the couch, spreading his legs to take up more room. 

“I should…” you drawl, about to get up and cut your plan short, no you’ve come this far already “But before I do, I need to ask a favor.”

He scoffs “I don’t do favors” he says, taking the final drag, giving you an unamused look. 

“Look, can you atleast hear me out?” you beg, he doesn’t say anything so you take that as a sign to continue. “It’s just- I know you have this reputation-” 

“I don’t fuck virgins” he interupted you, placing the roach into the ashtray “Not anymore.” 

“I didn’t even finish- I- how do you even know I was gonna ask that and how do you know I’m a virgin?” you say, trying to hide how guilty you looked. You hated how he read you like a book, how he knew that’s what you were here for even if your plan was just that, you hated that you really had been that obvious. 

“Well you all have this…look” he shrugs. 

What the fuck was that supposed to mean?

“And you showed up here, unannounced may I add, in that short skirt in the middle of winter, looking all pretty and shit, wanting to suck my dick for free weed, you’re all the same, it’s funny really” he finishes, a smirk pulling on his lips. 

You tried to ignore the fact that he had called you pretty “For the record, I didn’t want to suck your dick” you muttered low, but he caught it, his smile growing. 

“See, you didn’t deny that I was right, you may as well stuck a sign on your back saying fuck me” he retorts, you could tell he was having fun getting under your skin. 

“Fine! You want to know the real reason I came here?” you snap. 

“Oh please sweetheart do tell” he says, voice dripping with sarcasm as he leans his head in his palm, acting like he was really interested with what you had to say. You glared at him, despite the fact you knew he couldn’t care less about why you were here, you continued anyway. 

“I leave for college soon, I just didn’t wanna go being a frigid fuck okay! I just wanted to do it before I left so I didn’t have to worry about it. I wanted to just lose my virginity then move on, no strings attached and seeing as you’re known for fucking basically anything that moves I came to you as a last resort. Is that what you wanted to hear?” You finish with a long sigh, folding your arms and falling back into the cushions. 

He’s almost stunned for a moment, then finally responds “Listen, I’m flattered, really, but like I said, I don’t fuck virgins, so I’m afraid your gonna have to finish your quest elsewhere.” 

“Why not?” you practically whine, maybe you were desperate, he was thoroughly enjoying it though. 

“They get all clingy after, hard to get rid of, expect me to be all nice and sweet and romantic” he says the word with a grimace, like it hurt him to even say it. 

“Well lucky for you I’m not looking for you to be sweet or romance me, trust me I knew that before I got here” you scoff “Look all you have to do is fuck me and I’ll be on my way.” 

“You wound me, I can be sweet” he screws his face up in faux hurt you just roll your eyes “If I wanted to that is, besides that’s what they all say, then they come crawling back for more, I’m just that good” he says with a cocky grin. 

“Oh please, you’re probably not even that good at it” 

He narrows his eyes at you “Oh you are good at this.” 

“What? I don’t know what you’re talking about” of course you knew what you were doing. 

“Oh you most certainly do, I know what game you’re playing sweetheart and it’s not gonna work” 

You stand up to leave, brushing yourself off and reaching for your bag of weed “No, no, if you don’t want to fuck me that's just fine.”

It was the perfect angle for Eddie to catch a glance up your skirt, stealing a peek at your cotton underwear and the wet patch that accompanied them. He smiles to himself. It had been a few days since his last hook up, he was running out of options, he’d already fucked a few people that he enjoyed a handful of times, he’d didn’t wanna go back to them again, god forbid they start thinking they’re special. Maybe he should give you a chance. 

“Now, I didn’t say I didn’t want to” he grabs your wrist, not too tightly, easing you to sit back down, this time in his lap “You swear you’ll leave me alone after, no bullshit?” 

Your confidence from earlier now dwindling from sitting on the edge of his knee, you swallow “I swear, you won’t even have to look at me again.” 

That was apparently all the confirmation he needed because in an instant he was on you. He started off slow, pressing his lips softly against yours with small pecks, not what you were expecting. His hands came to rest on your waist, even though your shirt you could feel the burn it left behind on your skin, you kept your hands to yourself, not knowing where to touch. 

Eddie must’ve sensed this “Here” he mumbles against your lips “Like this.” He pulled back, guiding you to face him, placing your thighs on either side of his hips so that you were straddling him, cores flush together. He slid your jacket off your shoulders and tossed it aside, stroking down your bare arms until he reached your wrists, lifting them to rest your palms against his chest. You run your hands over the expanse of his clothed chest to his shoulders then back again feeling his warmth, looking back at him, he’s watching you intently “Better?” 

“Mhm” you nod, not trusting yourself to speak right now.

“Oh come on, don’t go so quiet on me now, I was quite enjoying your little games” he teases, leaning in to kiss along your jaw, starting to venture down your neck, teeth grazing your skin. 

“I-it’s better” you breathe out, you’d never been this close to anyone before. 

He starts placing wet kisses over the sensitive skin of your neck, you feel him suck onto you, not too harsh at first, testing to see how you respond. You let one of your hands slip up behind his head to tangle your fingers in his messy curls, pushing him further into you. Taking this as a hint he sucks harder earning a gasp from you, feeling his smug grin spread across your skin. 

You pulled him back, noticing the way he groaned, he liked when you tugged on his hair, you’d remember that. It was clumsy, but you crashed your mouth onto his and instead of him making a comment on how bad you were at making out, he quickly corrected you, tongue sliding over your bottom lip before you let him in. It was easier than you thought, the way you got the hang of it quickly following his movements as you explored each others mouths, both of you tasting the shared joint. 

Eddie’s hands that rested on your hips trailed down your legs, leaving goosebumps in their wake as he slipped them up the back of your thighs, groping at them, pulling you impossibly closer. You could already feel the hard on growing beneath you, his hands slipping further up your skirt to cup your ass and use it as leverage to grind you against him. 

“Oh-” you broke the kiss, resting your forehead against his at the feeling, your clothed clit brushing against him. 

“That feel good?” he asks, doing it again, harder this time. 

“Y-yeah” you let out a shaky breath and then he’s leaning up to kiss you again. Each drag against your core felt better than the one before, he had you gasping as he ground his hips up into you, groaning against your lips when he felt you start moving on your own. He returned his hands to your waist, letting you move at your own pace, mouthing at any skin he could get at. 

“Can I take this off?” he asks, tugging on the hem of your shirt. He felt you stop, eyes shooting open to look at him, he could see the hesitation. 

Nobody had ever seen you like that before “Okay, but- just” you couldn’t find the right words. He’d slept with lots of girls, all kinds, you knew that he wouldn’t judge you or at least you hoped he wouldn’t. 

“What?” he stops, sensing your sudden unease. 

“I- look just don’t judge me okay?” you reach for the bottom of your shirt and he stops you. 

“Why would I do that?” he looked sincere, but the Eddie you heard of, you didn’t think he was capable of such things. 

“I don’t know, it’s just nobody has seen me naked before, and I know you’ve seen a lot of girls, just don’t want you thinking I look weird or something…” you avoid looking at him, oh god what if he thinks I’m weird…

“Listen, I’ve seen you with clothes on and you look pretty fucking hot to me and you’ll probaly look even better naked and as far as weird goes unless you have some third tit I don’t know about, which I’m sure I’d still be pretty into, then you have nothing to worry about.”

You both burst into a fit of laughter at the third tit comment, but it makes you feel alot better and at ease. “Well, no, sorry to disappoint you, but I don’t” you say through your laughter. 

“Okay then, let’s see them” he says, the laughter dying down. You reach for your shirt and pull it up over your head, throwing it aside to join your jacket.

When you look back down Eddie’s smiling at you, well at your boobs, it makes you laugh again “I thought you’d get tired of seeing them by now” you quip, he looks back at you. 

“Trust me, I don’t,” he reached up to cup them, giving them a firm squeeze in their cups before reaching one hand around to unclasp your bra, removing it in record time. He looks up at you, like he’s waiting on something. 

“What? You want me to applaud you?” you tease. 

“Maybe, was thinking I deserve more than that though, maybe a prize?” 

“Maybe if it was your first time, but I know you’ve had plenty of practice, how many girls have you shown that trick to?” you cock your head at him, you enjoyed teasing him “I’ll get back to you though if they make a prize for the worlds cockiest bastard though.”

He rolls his eyes at you “Alright are you here to chit-chat or fuck me?” 

You felt his cock through the thin fabric of your underwear and his pants, he was hard as rock now, your confidence growing, you grind down against it. His eyelids flutter, head resting on the back of the couch “Do that again.” 

So you do, going back to what you were doing moments ago, quickly falling back into rhythm. Eddie grabbed and groped at your chest, kissing all over the new exposed skin, sucking one of your nipples into his mouth making you mewl. He sucked and nipped and caressed every inch he could get at until you were a whining mess.

“Please Eddie” you moan, hands raking through his hair.

“Here or the bedroom?” He asks, pulling off of your chest that was now covered in faded red marks and spit.

You chose the latter. He mumbled for you to hold on, picking you up and carrying you from the couch to the room down the hall.

He placed you down on the bed, you lay in the middle, head propped up on the pillows, looking around the room. It was messy, clothes scattered around the floor, books and sheets of paper with scribbled down lyrics, one had words on it that looked like a love song, you smile to yourself. How ironic.

Your attention is brought back to him when he starts to remove his shirt, revealing all the ink that was hidden behind it, you were taking it all in. You also notice the wet patch on his sweatpants where you had been sitting, your cheeks flushing pink with embarrassment “I’m sorry…” 

He looks at you confused, then notices what you’re looking at and that smug grin returns “It’s all good” he comes back over to the bed, climbing on to lean over you “Another thing about virgins” he starts, undoing the zipper on your skirt and looking up at you for confirmation and continuing when you nod. He pulls it off leaving you in just your underware, his grin spreading when he sees that your fucking soaked “They get wet so easily.” 

“Is that bad?” you ask, looking to find your underwear absolutely ruined. 

“Fuck no, it’s good, really good” he hooks his fingers into the waistband “Can I?” 

“Yes, please” you reply, desperate for him to finally touch you. 

He pulls them off of you, shutting your legs at the sudden cool air hitting your dripping folds. “Just gotta get her warmed up first though, don’t wanna hurt her” he says, guiding your legs apart. You were confused on what he meant by her, but soon caught on that he was talking to your cunt, flushing at the realization. 

He got level with it, you felt so vulnerable like this, his face inches away from your center. “W-what are you doing?” you ask, as he placed soft kisses to the inside of your thighs. 

“Do you trust me?” he pauses, resting his head on your leg. 

“Not in the slightest” you tried to bring that teasing side out again. 

“Good” he smirks up at you “I promise it will feel good, haven’t had a complaint yet.” 

He sees that uncertainty again and takes your hand “Hey, I promise” he tries again and for some reason you believe him. The way he looked at you, it made you feel different. Eddie wasn’t what you had expected, a lot softer, more caring, sweet and nothing like the rumours you’d heard. Perhaps it was because of the comment you made earlier “I can be sweet…if I want to.” He wanted to be sweet with you, but how many other girls had he been sweet with? Maybe he was just being like this to prove a point, you had to remind yourself you wouldn’t be the first and certainly not the last. You weren’t special, he was only doing this because you begged him to, because you were desperate like all the other girls before you. You had to remember that. 

“Always wondered if you’d taste as good as you looked” he says, looking up at you from between your thighs. Always? You were so sure Eddie didn’t even know who you were until about thirty minutes ago, even if you did go to the same school, it was almost like he’d been thinking about you for a while. No. You told yourself that wasn’t what he meant. 

You weren’t given enough time to over think his choice of wording anymore, not when you felt his tongue press against your entrance before licking a long strip all the way up your center to your sensitive clit. 

“Holy shit!” you practically scream, your hand flying up to cover your mouth, you hadn’t been expecting it to feel like that. It was different, but a good different, fucking brilliant different. Your reaction only fueled his ego, so he continued lapping up everything you gave him. The sounds were lewd. You’d feel embarrassed if it hadn’t felt so good. 

You looked down to find him already staring up at you with those big brown eyes, grinding his hips into the mattress below you. He sucked onto your clit, tugging on it and pulling off with a pop “Come on, let me hear all those pretty sounds you make.” He reached up to pull your hand away, placing it by your side “I like it when they’re loud, it’s good for the reputation” he gives you that cocky grin and you glare at him, but before you can think of something to say back, he’s diving back in again to devour you like a man starved. 

You can feel the coil in your stomach tighten, but everything hits you tenfold when he slips one of his fingers into you making your back arch. His touch felt so good, he definitely knew what he was doing, you were beginning to understand why all those girls came crawling back even after he treated them like shit. 

You felt his second finger push into you and with his hands being bigger than your own, the stretch was there, the slight pressure building, but he’s quick to ease you through it. “Oh fuck- Eddie please I’m gonna-” you’re cut off when he latches onto your clit again, curling the two fingers up into your sweet spot, leaving you moaning his name like a prayer. 

Your hands reach for his hair, your grip tight, tugging on his scalp making him groan into you adding to the mix, making you tip over that edge. Your thighs closed around him, he didn’t mind though, he relished in the feeling of you grinding against his face as you rid out your high. “Fuck-” you whimper, he wasn’t stopping, dragging your orgasm out for as long as he could. It was entirely different to any you’d given yourself, stronger, you felt it through your whole body, like electricity running through your core. 

You had to pry him away when it got too much, your thighs trembling with the oversensitivity. Your head falls back onto the pillows, breathing unsteady. “That was-” you couldn’t even find the words. You open your eyes to find Eddie hovering over you with that smug grin, lips puffy and chin glistening with your arousal. 

“Still don’t think I’m any good?” he leans down to kiss you again, you could taste yourself on him, it made you ache. 

When you finally came back down from your high, you were grabbing at him, his hair, chest, arms, waist, anything to bring him closer. You wanted more, needed him inside of you. You let your hands wander, sliding down the expanse of his stomach to the trail of hair at his waistband, he pulled back. 

“You sure you’re ready?” he asks, brushing away the stray hairs that had stuck to your forehead. 

“Yeah, I’m ready” he gives you one last peck before getting up to remove his sweatpants, opening up the bedside drawer and pulling out a foil packet and tearing it open with his teeth and rolling the condom down his legnth. You were staring at it. You’d never seen a dick in person, so maybe it was just because it was your first time, but he was big. It was definitely gonna be a stretch, you’d heard from others that the first time is almost always painful. 

“You okay?” Eddie asks, sitting on his knees between your legs, hiking them up around his waist, his cock resting against your folds. 

“Y-yeah, I’m okay” you swallow, diverting your eyes back to his. 

“It might feel a little uncomfortable at first, but if you need me to stop at any time just let me know, ‘kay?” he was rubbing soothing circles into your hip with the pad of his thumb, trying to get you to relax again. 

“Okay” you nod, voice weak as he starts sliding his tip through your folds, nudging your clit, earning small gasps from you. It catches on your entrance and you screw your eyes shut, bracing yourself for what was coming. He pushes into you, one inch at a time, going slow and watching you for any signs of discomfort or pain. 

The stretch was there, feeling like a dull ache, but nothing like you were expecting. “Just relax” Eddie’s voice made you release the breath you were holding. 

He pushes over half his length into you and you whine, the ache growing a little, but you loved it, you wanted all of him. “Please Eddie” you reach for him, bringing him closer to you, pushing the rest of him inside as he comes face to face with you. You’d never felt so full. 

“Fuck- you can’t just do that” Eddie groans as he bottoms out, feeling your tight walls stretch around him. He was leaning over you, using his forearms on either side of your head, caging you in, watching your face contort beneath him as you adjusted to his size. “Look at me” he whispers, so close you could feel his warm smokey breath on your neck. You open your eyes and he smiles down at you “How’s that feel?” 

“Big” you sigh, the air having been knocked out of you, he laughs. 

“I’m gonna start moving now” he warns you before pulling his hips back slowly, his cock dragging over spots deep inside of you that you hadn’t even known existed. Eddie starts his slow, languid pace, pulling out and thrusting back into at a painfully slow speed. He kisses all over, cheeks, lips, neck, chest, easing in and out, checking in on you, it feels great, but you need more. 

“Can you go a little f-faster?” you gasp, his tip nudges over your sweet spot. 

“Don’t wanna- shit- hurt you” he curses when he feels you squeeze around him, struggling to hold himself back from doing what he really wanted to. 

“Please, I can handle it” you plead “I want it harder, please” voice going up an octave as his hips snapping into you. 

“Don’t think I’d be able to stop if I do Sweetheart, are you sure?” 

“Yes! Please, just- just fuck me already” you huff, frustration building. 

He pulls all the way out until it is just his tip inside, then slamming back into you with brutal force. Your back arches off the mattress, hands twisting in the comforter beneath you as he starts fucking into you at an animalistic pace that had you seeing stars. 

“B-better?” he pants, head falling into the crook of your neck. Maybe it was a praise thing with him, maybe that's why he slept around so much, the validation. 

“Fuck- s-so much better” you cry, hands reaching up to run along his back, nails digging into his pale flesh when you feel him start to bite on your neck, sucking a bruise into your pulse point. With each thrust, he rocked his hips against you, the coarse hair at his base grinding against your clit. 

You slid a hand up along his shoulder blades to the nape of his neck, finding purchase in his hair, tugging on it harshly earning satisfied moans from him. “Christ- You feel so tight, fucking pussy is taking me so well” he pulls away from your neck, meeting your fucked out gaze. 

“Oh my- feels so good Eds, so close” you slur, drunk on his cock, the feeling of him pounding into you, abusing your sweet spot and the wet sounds echoing off the walls, had you hurtling to your impending orgasm. He reached behind and grabbed the back of one of your knees, pushing it further up, hitting you at a new angle that had you chanting his name like it was the only word you knew. 

“That’s it, shit- squeezing me so fucking tight baby, you gonna cum?” he rests his damp forehead “Gonna cum all over my cock?” 

You don’t even have time to find the words, your release hitting you like fucking truck. Your eyes rolling back, mouth falling open in a silent scream as you let the pleasure rattle through your entire body, your ears ringing. Eddie wasn’t long to follow, feeling your slick walls clamp down on him making him spill his load into the condom. 

He collapses on top of you, both of you gasping to catch your breath. You’d never felt anything so amazing, your head was light, your whole body felt like it was on fire. You blink up at the ceiling, Eddie’s face planted in your chest, heartbeat racing. 

A moment passes and you’ve never felt more content in your life, running your fingers through his hair as you both lay there, too spent to move, coming down from your highs. You felt him shift beneath you, pulling out of you making you hiss at the sensitivity. “Fuck” he lets out a long sigh, rolling over to lay next to you. 

“That was incredible” you laugh, suddenly all giddy inside, turning on your side to watch him. He stood up, peeling off the condom and throwing it into the trash before picking up his discarded pants, slipping them back on and grabbing a cigarette from the table next to you. He offers you one which you take, it seemed like the right thing to do. 

He disappeared down the hall, so you stayed where you were, puffing anxiously, he still hadn’t said anything. He returns a moment later, your clothes in hand, picking up the other scattered items from the floor and handing them to you. “Well this was nice and all, but I have company coming over, so you know...” Oh. 

“Oh, yeah, right, sorry” you took the hint and got up, a small ache settling in your core. You silently changed back into your close, trying to ignore all those negative feelings that threatened to arise. Not now You told yourself. You knew this was going to happen, this is how it was always going to be. You had been preparing for this before you had even got here, it’s just how Eddie was, it wasn’t gonna change just for you. Though you had hoped that he’d even lay with you for just a little while or call you pretty one more time. 

Once you were fully dressed, you checked yourself in the mirror, hair disheveled, smudged mascara and lip gloss, the purple bruises forming on your skin. You try your best to look at least half decent before you leave. Eddie clears his throat behind you and you fight the urge to hit him, he was giving you whiplash with how quick he went from being sweet and concerned Eddie to a complete and total douchebag. 

You leave the room, him following closely after you. You grab your bag of weed from the coffee table and turn to him one last time, trying not to show anything other than that you were completely normal about this whole encounter. You’d tried to think of something smart to say, but nothing came. “Thanks for the drugs and well you know…” you divert your eyes to the door, noticing the rain “shit.” 

“Well, better get home quick, looks like a storm is coming” Eddie sighs, opening the door for you. 

You clung to your very thin and very absorbent jacket, giving him one last hateful stare before stepping out onto the porch. “See ya, asshole” you mutter the last word, hoping he didn’t catch it as you walked out into the rain. You knew this was how it was gonna end, you just thought you would have enjoyed it for even a moment longer, but here you were in your soggy shoes and drenched jacket, shivering with the cold, your thoughts eating you up inside as you start you long walk home. 

[eiightysixbaby]

cruel summer

no rules in breakable heaven

word count: 6.7k

pairing: modern!fuckboy!eddie x fem!reader

summary: eddie is your summer fling, your friend with benefits - or at least, that’s all he’s supposed to be. what happens when your feelings get in the way?

cw: 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI - SMUT. eddie is a fuckboy!! he acts like an ass in this, fingering, unprotected piv, creampie, angst, hurt with no comfort (yet), alcohol consumption, use of pet names, reader cries, like a lot honestly, miscommunication/misunderstanding, use of Y/N, as always if I missed something feel free to lmk!

author’s note: this fic is, of course, based on the song cruel summer by miss taylor swift, so I highly recommend listening to that if you haven’t! part two will be in the works soon! no idea when it’ll be posted, but it is coming >:)

Your fingers dug into the soft material of the mattress, face smooshed against the cotton sheets. Your brain felt foggy, the alcohol in your system making your whole body buzz slightly. Your back arched almost involuntarily as Eddie’s hips snapped roughly into your aching heat, bringing you fully back into the moment. He was railing you relentlessly from behind, rough hands taking a firm hold on your hips, keeping them in place for him. If it didn’t feel so good you’d almost feel bad for fucking in a bed that didn’t belong to either of you, Eddie having pulled you into a spare room at Steve’s house, escaping the noise of the party for some alone time. This is how things went with the two of you as of late, the wild and free atmosphere of summer leaving you craving each other and crossing boundaries. He’d call you late at night or maybe you’d call him, asking the other to come over. Letting Eddie fuck you raw till your insides burned and your body was spent. Leaving his trailer at 2 in the morning with your mascara running and his cum dripping down your thighs, just to do the same thing all over again in a few days.

You knew Eddie got around, knew you weren’t the only girl he was hooking up with. But the way he’d look at you when you were riding him and the way he’d caress your face as he’d lean in to kiss you made you feel like you were the only one. Like you were his. His energy was intoxicating, the sex even better, and you couldn’t get enough of him. No matter how hard you tried, he kept pulling you back in for more. Another hard thrust into you brought you back out of your drunk haze, his cock pulling all the way out just to slam fully back in. Your pussy welcomed him, enveloped him in the warmth of your walls, never wanting to let him go.

“Shit, baby, this pussy loves me,” Eddie grunts. “Suckin, me right in, fuck.”

You bite down on your lip hard, stifling what would’ve been a rather loud moan. Eddie pulls out and flips you onto your back, pushing your thighs to your chest, folding you right in half for him. Your pussy is on perfect display for him, wide open and pleading for him to come back in. He moves his hips expertly, cock gliding into you with complete ease despite his size. Your moans are staggered as he fucks you at a brutal pace, your whole body bouncing on the mattress with every thrust.

“My favorite fuckin’ girl, such a slut for me. No one lets me fuck them like you do, baby, mmmmmfuck,”

Your head spins at the praise, his choice of words. His favorite girl. You can’t help but wonder how many other girls he calls his favorite, too. You shake the thoughts away promptly, trying to allow yourself to just enjoy this moment with him. Enjoy having him for as long as you can. His calloused fingers are pressed into the doughy skin of your thighs, gripping with such intensity it almost hurts. Before you can fully process it you’re cumming around him, walls tightening over and over in a staggered pattern.

“G’na cum inside this pussy, baby, shit,” Eddie grunts before finally letting go.

His release paints your insides, your tight cunt milking every bit out of him. He pulls out once he’s fully spent, smacking your ass for good measure. You hear him zipping up his jeans, his belt buckle clanking as he secures it. He grabs a few tissues from the bedside table, gingerly wiping you clean before tossing them in the wastebasket.

“You’re such a doll, you know that right?” he asks, bending down to give you a quick peck on the lips.

You give him a half hearted smile, but he doesn’t seem to notice there’s any sadness behind it. He cautiously opens the bedroom door, slinking out under the guise of “letting you get situated”. Just like that, the euphoria is over. Your moment with him is gone, and he’ll slink back to the hustle and bustle of the party, leaving you in the shadows. You didn’t want to fall so hard for Eddie when your whole charade started, you really just wanted a fuck buddy. It’s just that he’s so goddamn alluring, and he’s sweet when he wants to be. He makes you feel good in ways no other guy has been able to, and it’s like you get drunk on him. You’re tumbling head over heels for Eddie, and to him you’re just one of many notches on his belt.

You fix yourself up, tidying up your appearance before heading back down to the party. A song you don’t recognize blares over the speakers, colorful lights flashing in the otherwise dark house. You check your phone for any texts, reading one from Nancy asking where you went. You decide you really don’t feel like answering that right now, slinking into the kitchen for another drink and slipping your phone back into the pocket of your jeans. You pour yourself some of whatever inebriating mixture sits in the pitcher on the countertop, the bright blue liquid filling your red plastic cup. You sip the drink, probably quicker than you should, walking past groups of people - couples getting a little too friendly with each other, a shirtless guy you don’t know standing on a table, a few girls huddled together on a sofa taking selfies.

You walk out to the backyard, the noise of the party becoming too much. The night air is warm and it smells sweet, a bonfire lit in the fire pit on the opposite side of the backyard. The unmistakable scent of the burning wood clings to your nose as you glance up into the trees where fireflies blink slowly. Your thighs ache, and you swear you can feel Eddie’s cum still leaking out of you. Your stomach twists in knots at the thought of it, wishing he’d stayed to help you clean up, wishing he’d kiss you in front of everyone to lay claim on you, wishing he’d let you snuggle into him as you sat around the bonfire. Wishing so desperately that he’d make you his, the way your friends always joke that he should because they can always sense the tension between the two of you.

You’re pulled from your thoughts when you hear a high pitched squeal and then a splash, looking up to see a girl’s head protruding from the water in the pool.

“Eddie!” she squeals, over exaggeratedly loud. “You got me all wet,” she pouts, “you’re gonna have to come in here with me.”

“No can do, sweets, can’t ruin the hair,” Eddie jokes, sitting down at the pool’s edge.

The unfamiliar girl pulls herself out of the water to sit beside him, reaching out and pretending to scrunch his hair with her wet fingers. Eddie laughs and leans away, grabbing her wrists with his much larger hands to stop her. She giggles as Eddie pulls her closer to him, slinking an arm around her waist. You feel like you could throw up, the skin of your cheeks heating up significantly. Eddie notices you standing up against the side of the house, meeting your eyes for only a moment before you turn and enter the large house once more. Your cup trembles in your hand, your stomach turning as you process the scene you just witnessed. He just fucked you raw upstairs, and already he’s got a new girl with him. He doesn’t even have the decency to wait until you’ve left, prick. You scowl, but the worst part is you know you can’t stay mad at him. You don’t actually think he’s a bad person, and you don’t know if you ever could. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes when you feel a delicate hand on your shoulder.

“Y/N? Hey, are you okay? Where have you been?”

“Nance - hey. Uh y-yeah I’m just… not feeling so well all of a sudden? I think I’d better get going-” you stammer, furiously wiping the wetness from your eyes.

Nancy’s eyes are no longer trained on you but instead are gazing out the floor-to-ceiling windows of the sun room. You turn to follow her gaze, and see that she’s looking right at Eddie, who’s now in the pool with the giggly girl, kissing her with her arms around his neck.

She looks back at you, catching the way you nervously chew your bottom lip and also catching the hickey that was left on your neck.

“You say the word and I swear to god I’ll kill him,” Nancy says, getting the sentence out just as Jonathan comes up behind her.

He doesn’t even need to ask who she’s referring to, and you see his eyes flicker up to look out the windows, becoming another witness to Eddie’s bullshit. He frowns slightly before turning his attention to you.

“Hey, kid, you okay?” he asks, patting you on the back with one firm hand.

You try to open your mouth to speak, but you can’t bring words to come out. Your throat feels thick and your lips start to wobble. You shake your head ‘no’ in favor of trying to talk and starting to sob, and your friends can tell you’re close to tears. You can hear Eddie and the girl shouting outside, and before you can turn around to look Nancy’s hurrying you out of the sun room. Her and Jonathan guide you into an empty bedroom, Nancy sitting beside you on the soft mattress of the bed, rubbing your back tentatively.

Your friends don’t know all of the details to what’s going on with you and Eddie, but they know enough. Considering most of them are your and his mutual friends, it’s not hard for speculation to go around based on the way the two of you act towards one another. And, quite frankly, they’re not stupid. You and Eddie disappearing for the same amount of time at group hangouts, the occasional flirtatious glances you share, you being visibly upset when he hasn’t spoken to you in a while, the pieces add up. They know you’re more sweet on Eddie than you let on and they know he’s a complete fuckboy asshole half the time, never quite knowing what’s going on with him and why he has to act the way he does with women. They never let Eddie in on your presumed feelings, they keep that secret guarded with their lives and for that you’re grateful. You know they know and you also know they’ll never make you say it out loud unless you’re ready to. But you have a feeling they must grow weary of picking up your pieces when he lets you down yet again, in ways they don’t have the full details on.

Nancy and Jonathan offer to get you a glass of water, both of them embarking on the rather simple task solely so they can discuss the situation at hand.

“What the fuck is his problem!?” Nancy seethes loud enough for her boyfriend to hear over the music.

“I don’t know, Nance, I don’t know. But I do know that if I have to see Y/N break one more time because of him I’m gonna lose it,” Jonathan responds, weaving past people in attempt to keep up with her.

Nancy just looks at him, her eyes sad and a little defeated. Jonathan understands the look. The look that says she knows Eddie upsets you far more than you ever tell them, a look that says she wishes she knew what to do in this situation.

She turns on the tap in the kitchen sink, filling a cup with ice and then with cold water. She jumps, spilling a little bit of the cup’s contents as Eddie walks in from outside, whooping and hollering and very intoxicated. The girl from the pool is clinging to his side, her hands roaming all over him. Jonathan rolls his eyes, leaning against the kitchen counter and facing away from the commotion.

“He’s such a fucking asshole sometimes,” Nancy says finally, having refilled the cup, now wiping her wet hand on her skirt. “Someone needs to knock some sense into him, or I’m gonna knock his teeth in.”

“Oooo, kitty’s got her claws out,” a voice purrs from beside her.

Nancy gasps, earning a roar of a laugh from Eddie. She smacks him on the arm, typically open to Eddie’s jokes and antics but extremely done with him in the present moment.

“Who’s got you so worked up, Nance?” Eddie slurs, stumbling a little before Jonathan shoves him back upright.

“He’s talking to me right now, actually,” she gives him a fake tight lipped smile, trying to push past him and get back to you.

“Me? What’d I do? You’ve barely even seen me all night!” Eddie shouts, almost knocking into a couple party goers as he tries to catch up.

“I really shouldn’t have to tell you what you did wrong, Eddie. Get your head out of your ass for once and figure it out yourself!” Nancy yells.

There’s a lull in the music as she says it, and several people turn to look in their direction, Steve and Robin sharing confused glances at the sight. Nancy storms off, leaving Jonathan face to face with Eddie.

“Think about it, man,” is all Jonathan says before he walks away, following after his girlfriend.

Eddie stands there, in the middle of a room packed with people, suddenly feeling very, very alone.

•

It’s been a week since you sat in a bedroom in Steve’s house, crying into Nancy’s shoulder as she did her best to console you. It’s been a week since you’ve had any interaction with Eddie, and your heart ached. Not because of how he behaved at the party, no, you couldn’t bring yourself to stay mad at him. Your heart ached with a longing to see him, a deep desire to have him. You’d kept the ringer turned up on your phone, hoping he’d call or text and ask you to come over, but to no avail so far. You huffed, dropping your phone down onto your bed beside you after checking it for the hundredth time in the last ten minutes. Your bedroom window is open slightly, letting the soft breeze and the sounds of summer nights penetrate your otherwise quiet abode. You lay with your legs dangling off the edge of your mattress, staring up at your ceiling and trying to will yourself to get up. You finally bring yourself to stand, pulling your coziest sweatshirt over your head and slipping on some shoes. You trod down the stairs to the lobby of your apartment building, stopping in front of the vending machines they so nicely placed there for residents. You were running out of snacks because you couldn’t bear to go out and go grocery shopping, so this was your best bet. You deserved some Cheetos and maybe a chocolate bar, god dammit. You stand there for a moment, skin glowing a blue-white hue from the fluorescent lights inside the machine. Your phone chimes in your pocket, breaking you from your haze. You grab it embarrassingly quickly, almost dropping it as you hold it up to look at the screen. It’s only Robin, sending an embarrassing photo of Steve at work.

You sigh, stuffing your phone back in your pocket and letting your head hang. You take a breath, trying of make yourself feel some sort of normal right now. You’re fine. You don’t need Eddie. You’re not gonna die. You press a few buttons on the vending machine, inserting your card before it dispenses your selections. You’re trudging back up to your apartment, ripping into your bag of Cheetos when your phone rings. You manage an impressive amount of self control as you wait till you’ve fully opened your door and taken your shoes off to see who’s calling. Eddie’s name lights up on your screen, and you feel your stomach do a somersault. You answer the call with shaky hands.

“Hello?” you force out around your mouthful of cheesy snacks, trying to sound as graceful as possible.

“Hey, sweetheart. I’m sorry I’ve been a little MIA lately. I missed you,” his voice purrs into the phone.

“I missed you too…” you admit, going against your brain telling you not to give into him.

“What’re you doing right now? Can I come pick you up?” he asks.

“Yeah, yeah of course. I’m not doing much of anything,” you can’t help but smile as you say it, your cheeks heating up.

“Cool, I’ll be there in fifteen,” Eddie promises before ending the call, leaving you standing in your living room with your cheese powder covered fingers, smiling at your phone like an idiot.

You hurry into your room to change, slipping on a loose little tennis skirt and a snug fitting crop top, the fabric hugging your body and accentuating your breasts perfectly. You pull a thin cardigan sweater over top of it to ward off the chill of the nighttime air. Eddie’s true to his word and in about fifteen minutes your phone chimes with a text from him.

‘Here. Don’t keep me waiting ;)’

You scurry out the door, grabbing your bag and your keys. You hurriedly apply a bit of lipgloss as you run down the stairs, knowing Eddie likes the flavor of this one. Eddie watches you from out his windshield as you come bounding towards his car, giving him a sly little wave in the process. He licks his lips as his eyes rake up and down your frame. You swing open the passenger side door, sitting down on the seat and letting your bag drop to the floor.

“Hey, sweets. You look pretty tonight,” he says, grabbing one of your hands and kissing it as he winks at you.

You blush, wondering if he’s sweetening you up to make up for the events of the party. You once again find yourself clinging to the notion that this time it’ll be different, this time he won’t leave you, this time he’ll stay the night after and you’ll make breakfast together in the morning and dance together in the kitchen. His hand squeezes yours as he drives, and he turns up a song on the radio. His stereo is tuned to the oldies station, as per usual. Hysteria by Def Leppard blasts through the speakers, Eddie tapping the fingers of his left hand on the steering wheel as he sings along exaggeratedly.

“I gotta know tonight, if you’re aloneeee toniiiiiight!” Eddie sings, off key and purposely pitchy to make you laugh.

You giggle in the passenger seat as he steals glances at you while he sings along, his right hand entwined with your left.

“Can’t stop this feelin’, can’t stop this fiiiiire,” he continues on, bringing your hand to his chest and pounding on it in a passionate performance.

The drive continues that way, Eddie singing any song he recognizes and turning every single one into a ballad somehow, serenading you. You’re a fit of giggles and stolen glances in his direction, smirking whenever you meet his eyes. You feel more alive in this moment than you have all week.

Tires crunch over gravel as Eddie’s car finally pulls into a parking spot behind The Hideaway, a local bar-slash-restaurant that leans further into the bar aspect with cheap drinks and greasy food, perfect for a summer night. Eddie jogs around to your side of the car to open the door, grabbing your hand and helping you out. He’s being much more chivalrous than usual and it makes your heart swell. This feels like a real date, and your hands tremble with giddiness. The two of you grab a table once you’re inside, the skin of your thighs sliding over the cool material of the booth. You order a couple drinks and whatever food strikes your fancy, one of Eddie’s hands reaching across the table to stroke your arm now and then as you sit and talk. You don’t miss his wandering glances down to your breasts and your lips, and he doesn’t miss the way you eye his ringed fingers and the chain around his neck.

Once you have a few drinks in you, you’ve loosened up quite a bit. Music plays loudly throughout the building and several people have gathered on the makeshift dance floor, moving to the rhythm. You’re pulling Eddie out of his seat, walking backwards onto the floor to dance with him. You pull him close till he’s pressed against your backside, letting your hips sway against him. You don’t miss the way he stiffens when your ass presses into his crotch, his body going tense and his grip on your waist getting tighter. You lean your head back a little bit, inviting him in to kiss your neck. His soft lips press into your sensitive skin, nipping at the soft spot where your neck meets your shoulder. His dark curls hang in his face and tickle your skin, the cold metal of his rings digging into the soft skin of your waist left exposed by your crop top.

You dance like this for a while, touches growing more intimate and lips becoming more reluctant to leave each other’s skin. Finally, Eddie decides he can’t take it anymore. He’s rock hard pressed up against you and the way your body moves is sinful. He pulls you off the floor and into a private bathroom, locking the door quickly behind him. As soon as he does he pulls you to him, kissing you with fervor as his hands roam your body. You melt right into him, your body pliant to whatever he wants to do to you. Your tongue prods into his mouth and you roll your hips into his, taking what you want. Your hand tugs on the collar of his shirt, his breath coming out of his nostrils in heavy huffs as he kisses you like his life depends on it.

He walks you backwards to press you against the small counter for the sink, smiling into the heated kiss when you jump to sit on the counter immediately. His fingers find their way up your thighs, roaming further until they reach the sticky heat between them. Eddie wastes no time, hooking a finger under the fabric of your panties and sliding them to the side. You groan into his open mouth, and his cock twitches in his jeans at the sound. He dips two fingers inside of your warm, wet cunt, the digits being sucked in instantly.

“Pussy’s so fucking greedy for me, did my favorite girl miss me?” Eddie’s voice is a husky growl as he speaks, lips mere centimeters from yours.

All you can do is nod, a high pitched moan escaping your lips. His favorite girl his favorite girl his favorite girl. It never gets old hearing him call you that, he knows exactly what to say to get you to bend to his every whim. His fingers scissor inside of you, your wet walls squelching as he pries them apart.

“Fucking filthy, baby. Such a little whore for me, hm?” he grins, his pink tongue rolling over his front teeth.

Your moans leave your mouth in breathy spurts as he continues to pump his fingers in and out, curling them right into your sweet spot. You lean your head forward, resting on his chest as his free hand comes to rest on your lower back, keeping you close. His thumb presses to your clit, rubbing the sensitive bead with just the right amount of pressure. He knows exactly what you like, exactly how to bring you to the edge. You’re whimpering for him, his lips coming to crash against yours, teeth nipping at the plump skin. The alcohol in your system amplifies your senses, making every touch he gives you feel magnified.

“You gonna cum for me, sweetheart? Gonna cum for me so soon?” Eddie groans, sensing how close you’re getting by the way your walls tense around his fingers.

You can’t even reply before waves of pleasure wrack your body, your orgasm hitting you incredibly quickly. You cry out his name as his fingers continue to curl inside of you, a smirk gracing his face, cockiness taking over completely.

“Suuuuuch a fuckin’ slut for me, hm? Gonna let me fuck you baby?” his husky voice fills your ears, along with the sound of his belt being undone.

He knows you won’t deny him, knows how badly you need this. You hear the zzzzzzzip of the zipper on his jeans being tugged down, watch as he pulls the black denim down just enough. Keep your eyes trained on him as he grabs his cock from beneath the green cotton of his boxers, yanking it into view. His boxers get shoved down with his jeans, resting just below his ass. The pink head of his cock is shiny with pre cum as you wrap a hand around it, lining him up with your aching hole. He sucks in a breath as he pushes the tip in, reveling in the way you tilt your head back in ecstasy as he parts your folds. Your tits are propped up perfectly thanks to your snug top and your push-up bra, swells of skin on display for his eyes to rake over. He dips down, attaching to your collarbone and sucking the thin skin, licking over the stinging bruises he leaves behind.

“F-feels so good, Eddie,” you choke out, gasping as he thrusts as deep as he possibly can, knocking the breath out of your lungs.

“I know it does baby, know how much you love this cock,” Eddie growls.

His hands dig into your hips, holding you in place while he fucks you ruthlessly. The lewd sounds of his shaft gliding in and out of your soaked cunt echo off the bathroom walls, his balls slapping with every jolt of his hips. You tangle your fingers in his curls, knowing it drives him crazy. Eddie doesn’t let you in on a whole lot of the things that make him weak, but the hair pulling one was discovered involuntarily. You’d done it the first time you ever hooked up and he’d moaned embarrassingly loud before he could stop himself, and you’d been using the knowledge to your advantage ever since. He curses as you tug on his dark brown locks, his cock pounding into you even harder. Your body feels like it’s on fire in the best way, so close to release again already. Another bar patron knocks on the bathroom door, only grabbing your attention for a fraction of a second before Eddie grabs your face with one hand, turning you to look directly at him.

“Don’t worry about that, focus on me,” he instructs, his jaw hanging open in a moan as he drives particularly deep into you.

His forehead rests on yours, brown eyes staring straight into yours as he ruins you. The movement of his hips grow messy, and you know he’s close. You’re free falling over the edge in no time, your heavy-lidded eyes trying their best to focus on Eddie as your second orgasm crashes through you.

“That’s it, baby, so good for me,” he grunts, not slowing his movements even a bit.

“Cum inside me, Eddie, please,” you whine, clawing desperately at the collar of his shirt.

“Gonna give it to you, baby, gonna fucking cum,” he’s panting, rolling his hips a couple more times into your soaking cunt until he’s a goner.

You feel him twitch slightly inside you as spurts of his cum fill you to the brim. His eyes squeeze shut as he rides it out, slowly rocking in and out of you, milking himself for every drop. He pulls out of you carefully, causing you to wince at the emptiness. You hop down from the counter on shaky legs, his cum mixing with your release as it slowly rolls down your thighs.

“You’re so fucking hot, babe,” Eddie almost whines, grabbing your face to kiss you.

He situates himself back in his jeans and leaves you to clean up, telling you he’ll be at your table from before. You wipe the mess off your thighs with the horribly thin toilet paper the bar offers, sitting on the grimy toilet seat to pee. You deem yourself good to go after washing your hands and open the door, catching Eddie giving you a little wave from the booth you’d been sitting at. You bound over to him, an unmistakable wave of relief at the fact that he was waiting right where he said he’d be. The two of you are about to leave, throwing cash on the table for the staff to pick up, when you hear a chipper voice call your name.

“Y/N!?”

You spin around, searching in the direction of the voice when your eyes land on a head of strawberry blonde hair and bright blue eyes.

“Chrissy? Oh my god, it’s so good to see you!” you shout, turning to Eddie briefly. “I’ll be right back, kay? I have to catch up with her real quick!”

You jog towards your old friend, wrapping her in a tight hug. She doesn’t seem to take note of who you were with, or if she does she doesn’t pry for details, and you’re grateful for that. You hadn’t seen Chrissy much at all since high school, and the two of you get right to chit-chatting. You tell her about your job, she tells you about her breakup with Jason, so on and so forth. A little more time passes than you’d intended, so you leave her with a mutual promise to get together soon and yet another hug. You turn to find Eddie so you can leave, your brows furrowing when you don’t see him.

Finally your eyes land on him, sitting on a stool at the bar, a blonde bartender leaning over the counter with a hand on his bicep, and another woman standing on his one side, eyeing him up. The bartender leans further over the counter, her tits pressed together and on display from her low cut top, basically staring Eddie in the face. He seems to be laughing, striking up conversation in his disgustingly easy manner. Your stomach turns and your face grows hot, and you bring a hand to your mouth to muffle a cry as you rush out the door of the bar. The tears flow instantly, there’s no use in even trying to stop them. You grasp your phone in a trembling hand, dialing Nancy’s cell. The lights from the street go blurry as your eyes burn with tears, your chest heaving as the dial tone rings in your ear.

“Hello?” her voice picks up, concern evident in her tone given that it’s 11pm and you’re calling her.

“Nancy,” you sob, trying to steady your voice but it’s fruitless, “can- can you please pick me up? I’m at The Hideaway,” you stutter, wiping your nose with your sleeve.

“Jonathan and I are on the way. Sit tight, ok?” you agree and the call ends, leaving you alone until they arrive.

You tilt your head back, leaning against the brick wall of the old building, sobs wracking your entire body. Stupid, stupid, stupid. You curse yourself for believing that this night with Eddie would go any differently than the others. Your mind replays the way he sang to you in the car, the way he held your hand, the way he opened doors for you and stroked your skin at the table earlier. The lump in your throat is impossible to swallow, and you gasp for air between your cries. Nancy’s car pulls up at the curb in front of you, Jonathan in the drivers seat. She immediately jumps out and runs to you, leaning down to your shriveled frame as you curl into yourself. She all but scoops you up, an arm around your shoulder as she guides you to the backseat of the car. She gets in beside you rather than returning to the passenger seat, a gentle and soothing hand resting on your knee as Jonathan starts to drive. You catch the way he glances warily at you in the rearview mirror, face riddled with concern. Your head is pounding, the drinks you had earlier still making your thoughts slightly hazy and everything around you feel slow. When Eddie picked you up, you’d imagined yourself going home with him, making out in his van, tangling up together in his bedsheets. You hadn’t predicted yourself to be drunk in the back of your best friend’s car, crying like a baby on your way home. You mentally scold yourself, embarrassed with the way your friends have to see you, the way they have to try and pick up your pieces when they don’t even know what’s wrong. This is the second time in a week that these two have consoled you, and you feel horrible for making them put up with it.

“Were you with Eddie tonight?” Nancy asks cautiously, but there’s no judgment in her voice.

All you can do is nod, your eyes glassy as you gaze out the window. She squeezes your knee, and the rest of the ride back to your apartment is silent.

Nancy makes sure that you get safely inside, leading you into your room to help you change into some comfortable clothes. She fills your favorite water bottle and grabs your favorite blanket off of the couch, handing them both to you.

“Nance-” you go to thank her, but she cuts you off.

“You don’t have to thank me. You don’t have to say anything. Just take care of yourself, alright? Call me if you need anything,” she squeezes your hand and gives you a tight smile before leaving, closing the door quietly behind her.

The sobs that had started to subside come back in full swing once you’re left alone, hot tears rolling down your cheeks. You take shaky breaths, your heart feeling like it’s been shattered to pieces in your chest. You wanted to believe that Eddie was going to redeem himself this time, and to see that he had no shame about flirting with other women while in the bar that he drove you to stung deep to your core. What hurts even worse is that all you crave, still, is his arms around you, his lips on yours, a moment of peace in a fragile heaven. You curl into a ball on your mattress, letting all of the feelings out in the quiet of your lonely apartment.

Eddie was in a slight panic when he couldn’t find you anywhere in the bar. He had gotten bored while you were catching up with Chrissy, so he went to get himself one last drink before the two of you went on your way. He sunk himself onto a seat at the bar, where a brunette about his age was chatting with the bartender. The second he sat down, he could feel their eyes roaming all over him. The flirting was incessant from the get-go, and truly, all Eddie wanted was to take you home with him, his body craving a second round of you. He had no interest in the two women before him, but for the sake of keeping the peace he just allowed them to fawn over him, roaming hands and seductive eyes drinking him in. He made small talk, forcing smiles and even a couple laughs just to appease the crowd before he could dip. He downed his drink fairly quickly, intentionally so, so that he could make his exit and find you. All he wanted was to grab your hand and kiss you and hold you all night long and- fuck.

He shakes his head as if to rid himself of the thoughts. His brain had been overwhelmingly full of you since the party at Steve’s, and he was uneasy about it. The situation with you was strictly friends-with-benefits, nothing more. It can’t be more. Dark eyes scan the premises, searching for you but coming up unlucky. He checks with Chrissy, who didn’t see where you went after you said your goodbyes, he knocks politely on the bathroom doors to no avail. He goes out to his vehicle only to find it empty. He calls you once, twice, three times, only for the line to ring and ring. With ever perfect timing, a text pops up on his phone screen.

Jonathan: Nancy and I drove Y/N home. What happened, man?

Eddie’s brow furrows as he reads the message, why did you call them to take you home? What did happen? He curses to himself, climbing into his car and peeling out of the parking lot, heading in the direction of your apartment. His fingers drum nervously on the steering wheel, every red light feeling like it takes years to change to bright green. He finally pulls up to your building, his body feels unsteady as he walks up the stairs to your door. He knocks with a shaky hand.

You’re startled by the knock at your door, your crying having stopped for the time being and your body starting to relax. The knock comes again, urgent sounding, and you trod down your hallway and towards the door. Your head pounds and your sinuses are stuffy from your breakdown, and you wince as the loud banging sounds on your door yet again. You pull it open, met with the shaggy hair and big eyes of the man you’ve been wallowing over.

“Y/N, what the fuck!? You scared me half to death, why did you leave without me?” Eddie nearly shouts, running a hand through his hair.

His question dumbfounds you, and you almost want to laugh at the absurdity.

“Why did I leave? Why did I leave!? I don’t know, Eddie, why don’t you ask the bimbo bartender and her friend, and god knows what other women you flirted with when I walked away for maybe twenty fucking minutes!?” the words spill out of you, and you’re shocked at your ability to call him out.

“The bartender-? What? Sweets, I wasn’t flirting with anyone I was just-”

“I don’t want to fucking hear it, Eddie, okay? You pulled the same shit at Steve’s party last weekend! Hook up with me and make me feel sooooo special and then turn around and woo someone else right after. I’m sick of it!” your voice is raised, leaving Eddie wide-eyed in front of you.

“Oh, you’re sick of it? You’re sick of me?” Eddie no longer feels like he owes you an explanation, his need to defend himself taking over.

“I’m sick of keeping secrets, Eddie! I’m sick of not telling our friends what the fuck is going on between us because I don’t want to make you out to be the bad guy! I’m so god damn tired of watching you flirt with every woman under the fucking sun,” your voice wavers, anger trickling in.

“Why the fuck do you care if I flirt with other women? Why does it matter?” Eddie counters, holding his hands out in exasperation.

“Because I love you, Eddie! I’m in love with you!” you shout, tears streaming from your eyes now in a mixture of sadness and anger and passion.

The silence is palpable as Eddie just stands there, shaking his head a little bit. Your heart feels as though it might beat out of your chest.

“What, is that the worst fucking thing you’ve ever heard?” you challenge.

He turns on his heel and exits without a word, leaving you to slam your door shut. You sink down on the inside of it, tears flowing harder than ever before. His silent exit was worse than any words he could have said, cutting you right to the bone, leaving you to bleed all alone.

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Request open, I'm coming in. Fuckboy Eddie who meets a girl who makes him fall in love, but he's scared and doesn't change his ways of being a fuck boy. He's soft with reader and makes her feel special, even ignoring his main hook up Chirssy or any hook up when it comes to her. But she gets sick of the same shit, like losing him at a party only to find him having sex with another girl and things like that so she becomes just as cold and distant as he is. Yes, she still sleeps with him because the sex is amazing but she no longer chases him. She doesn't smile when she sees him anymore or approaches him at parties for hook up. It's always him coming to her, and then afterwards she no longer even stays with him and it breaks him and he's so upset he can't stop thinking about it. End it however you like dear!!!!

I really loved how this came out! And I hope you guys love it as well. Fuck boy Eddie always gets me in my feels

Thank you so much for requesting <3

⚠️smut, angst, smut, and more angst

Everything or nothing

Eddie never thought he'd fall for a girl he randomly hooked up with. He's done it countless times and walked away with no feelings attached. Not a second thought as he moved to the next girl and the next.

So what was so different about her? What was it about Y/N that never left his head?

"Hey Munson, ready to get out of here?" Y/N giggled, grabbing his hand as she dragged him through the party. A smile on his face as he followed her without a second thought. Leaving behind a girl he was talking to without a second glance.

Eddie dug in his pocket for his keys and unlocked the van. His hand on her thigh as he drove to his trailer, smiling as she sang along to the radio.

The second they made it through the front door, his lips were on hers. He loved the familiar taste of her lipgloss as his hands slid under her thighs and placed her on the counter. Her hands went for his hair, yanking out the bun and letting his curls fall. Her hands yanked the curls as his head went between her thighs. She moaned and laid back on the counter, ankles locked behind his eyes as he devoured her. His hands touched everywhere he could. Yanking down the top of her dress to flick her nipples, then squeezing her breasts in his hands. Scraping down her stomach and gripping on her thighs.

Her back arched off the counter as she moaned. She shoved Eddie even further between her thighs as she shook his tongue. Her body felt warm all over as his soft kisses led up her body. He softly pushed her back down with his hand, standing up as he continued to kiss up her throat to her lips. She moaned as she tasted herself on his lips. His lips were on hers as he unbuckled his jeans, and took out his cock. He pumped himself a few times as his tongue moved with hers. He held her neck as he pushed himself inside of her.

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as he filled her, his hot breath against her neck as he fucked into her. His sharp and hard thrusts made her whimper under him. His mouth was on her neck as she arched her back and tried to move her hips to his pace.

"So fucking beautiful in this dress, baby girl." He moaned. She felt her stomach flutter at the compliment and her cheeks burned at the nickname. One thing she always loved about having sex with Eddie was how he'd fuck her hard, but whisper sweet words. He'd bruise her cunt and neck, but his hands caressed her skin so softly. No matter what she wore or what he yanked off of her, he always said how beautiful she was in it.

~~~

"Wake up, beautiful." Y/N felt a hand shaking her shoulder as she woke up. Her eyes cracked open to see Eddie holding a cup with steam rising out of it. She slowly sat up and took him in. His wild hair, bruised neck, scratched tattooed chest, and the sweatpants that were low on his hips.

"You look ready to pounce on me before coffee is even served." Eddie teased, handing her the cup as he kissed her forehead. She sipped on the coffee slowly, a smile on her face as he made it the exact way she liked. Eddie slid back into the bed next to her as he drank his coffee.

This was one of Y/N's favorite parts of sex with Eddie. The comfortable silence as they cuddled and sipped on their coffee. The soft kisses he placed on her head, and his rant about whatever dream he had. She wondered what it would be like to be like this all the time with him. It was sex, but so much more happened before and after. It had to mean something to him, didn't it?

~~~

Eddie and Y/N walked into the party holding hands, his flannel on her shoulders. She dragged him over to the kitchen, filling up cups as she talked over the music. It was a night of flirting and dancing. Their bodies smashed against each other as they made out in the middle of the party. It was things like this that made her think they'd be so good together. He was thinking the same thing, and it scared him. When she pulled away to head to the bathroom, he left to get another drink.

He tried to drink away his fears, pushing the thought of how perfect she was out of his head.

"Where's your girlfriend?" Chrissy asked over the music, her hand sliding up and down his chest. Eddie didn't notice she was even there until she started touching him. His eyes blurry from the alcohol as he looked down at her.

"Girlfriend?"

Chrissy rolled her eyes at his question. "Y/N"

Eddie was quick to correct her that they were just friends. He couldn't handle being more, it terrified him. And it terrified him that others were seeing it too.

"You showed up together and she's wearing your clothes," Chrissy argued, her arms crossed. Eddie's eyes locked on her chest, licking his lips.

"She stayed over and was cold." Eddie shrugged. That's all it was. They fucked, slept, and just hung out the whole day. She didn't have anything but the small dress so she styled it with his flannel. It was all explainable. Nothing special going in. Not like her wearing his clothes sent butterflies flying around in his stomach. Or that waking up next to her made him the happiest he's ever been. It was nothing like that.

"Oh...so that means I can do this?"

Y/N finally made it out of the bathroom, too many couples didn't understand people need to use the bathroom for bathroom purposes. Y/N tugged the flannel around herself as all the guys stared at her with a hungry gaze. She kept her eyes out for Eddie. She passed by the kitchen but stopped when she saw his familiar hair. She did it before the party, half of it in a bun and the rest flying down his shoulders. She remembered how she sat on his lap as she fixed it, his lips kissing her face and messing her up. He tickled her sides and tackled her on the bed. She felt a lump in her throat as she took in the scene. Chrissy had her arms wrapped around his neck as his tongue was down her throat. Y/N felt the need to puke when Eddie cupped her ass. She watched as they pulled apart, Chrissy grabbing his hand. Y/N panicked as they walked closer to her, tears in her eyes Eddie didn't even notice her as they walked past and went up the stairs. She watched over her shoulder as they disappeared into the upstairs hallway.

She wiped her face and dug out her phone, sending him a text that she felt sick and was finding a ride home. She quickly raced out of the house, yanking off his flannel and tying it to his door handle. She felt like an idiot. She hated that he made her feel so special like she meant something, and yet could make her feel like she was nothing.

Eddie moaned as Chrissy attacked his already bruised neck. His hands were on her hips as she rubbed herself against him. Eddie heard his phone buzzed and pulled away, Chrissy groaned as he moved her off his lap.

"Seriously?" She snapped.

"Just one second!" Eddie barked, digging his phone out of his jeans. He quickly read the text and jumped up. He grabbed his shirt off the floor and buckled his pants.

"Where the fuck are you going?" Chrissy asked, her bare chest covered by her arms.

"Y/N feels sick, I don't want her to ask a stranger for a ride home." He explained. He threw back on his shoes and jacket and headed for the door.

"Sure she's not a girlfriend?" Chrissy asked behind him.

"I'm sure" he snapped and slammed the door. He raced down the steps as fast as he could and went out on the lawn. He didn't see her but saw something in his van. He kept a look out for her as he got closer, he realized it was his flannel. He pulled out his phone to call her, but she didn't pick up. He sighed and pulled up to her location, getting in his van and following her small mark.

He pulled up to a diner, that was just down the street, her frame in the window. Eddie got out of his van and walked in. He sat across from her as she looked up.

"What are you doing here?" She was surprised he found her, and that he even came to look for her.

"You could have waited, I would have brought you home." He explained, taking off his jacket as he handed it to her. He could see the goosebumps on her skin and the way she shivered.

"Didn't want to interrupt you." She mumbled, sipping on her shake as she cuddled into his jacket. She didn't need a visual of what she knew was going on. She didn't need to see Eddie touch Chrissy the way he touched her. But they weren't together, so she couldn't even rip him apart if she wanted to.

"I'd drop anything or anyone for you, baby girl. You know that." He said, grabbing her hand as he softly rubbed it.

She didn't understand him. The way he made it sound like he would always pick her, but yet had no problem sleeping with someone else.

They sat in silence as she was lost in her thoughts. He paid for her shake and drove her to his trailer. He kissed her softly as he stripped her clothes and gave her his shirt to sleep in. He pressed against her back as he wrapped his arms around her once they lay down. His soft breathing against her ear as he fell asleep.

The moments when he made her feel special were the reasons why she stayed.

~~~

Y/N drove herself to the next party, more prepared this time if she needed a quick escape. She wore comfy jeans and an old T-shirt, not in the mood to have her body shown off. She talked with a few friends as she looked around. She knew Eddie was coming, but she wasn't sure when.

Around an hour later, Eddie wandered in. His eyes searched for her immediately. He felt a growl in his throat when he saw a boy leaning over her against the wall. She was talking about something, her eyes huge and excited. Eddie couldn't help but watch how beautiful she looked just talking. Her simple outfit looked gorgeous on her. She easily took his breath away and turned his legs into jelly. He still couldn't figure out what was so different about her. But as he watched the guy lean closer and closer, Eddie couldn't help but march over there. Even if she wasn't his, she was still fucking his.

He pretended to trip into them, spilling the guy's drink all over Y/N. She gasped as the liquid drenched her shirt. Eddie apologized to the guy and grabbed her hand. Everything was so fast she could barely keep up. Before she knew it she was in the bathroom, placed on the counter as Eddie yanked off her shirt and bra. His mouth latching on her nipples as he sucked and yanked. She was breathless as she dropped her head against the mirror. His hands worked inside her jeans, immediately slipping two fingers inside of her.

"Jesus Eddie" she moaned, her body was on fire. She couldn't think, just melting as he fingered her and worked on her chest.

"Look at me" he demanded, his fingers fucking her harder as she tried to look down at him. She looked into his eyes as he rubbed her clit. Her mouth dropped open in a silent scream.

"You're fucking mine, got that?" He growled, his forehead pressed against hers as he said it right against her lips. She nodded as her orgasm was building. Her heart fluttered at his words. She wanted to be his so bad, just his.

"Say it, baby girl. Please, baby." He said again, rubbing her clit faster, she whimpered against his lips.

"All yours."

~

Eddie kissed her face softly as he fixed her jeans and covered her in his jacket. Her mind kept thinking of him calling her his, did he mean it? Or was he caught up in the mood?

They left the bathroom and headed back out to the party. Y/N felt her body buzzing with excitement. But she couldn't help but be dying to ask.

She spent the rest of the party under his arm, they talked to their friends and sipped on their drinks. She couldn't help but smile as he kept her close and kept looking down at her. The way he'd move her hair and kiss her softly before continuing his conversation. Why couldn't he see how good they'd be together?

She watched as Eddie dug out his phone and read a text. She couldn't read it but he announced he had to go to the bathroom, he kissed her head and wandered off.

She had a bad feeling about it. The way he left immediately after getting a text message? But who would have his number?

She went outside to sit by the pool, once again feeling like an idiot as she sat in his clothes. A body sat next to hers after a few minutes passed, she noticed it was Eddie as he threw his arm around her. He reeked of cheap perfume. She looked up and noticed the red lipstick all around his neck.

She swallowed the familiar lump in her throat and looked back at the pool water.

She was his

But he was nowhere near hers.

~~~

Y/N was slowly coming around to understand that Eddie wasn't going to change and that he wasn't going to settle on one girl. He'd never give up the fuck boy's life, and he wasn't going to for her. She had to move on from the idea of them being anything more.

It hurt to admit to herself but it had to be done.

Another party where Eddie disappeared and would come back to her to take her back to his trailer. She felt disgusted with herself for lying next to him knowing he had no problem sleeping with someone else.

It was getting late and she wanted to go home but Eddie was nowhere to be found. She knew it would be a bad idea to look for him, but a part of her wanted to see it. Maybe if she saw it with her own eyes, it would smack sense into her. She slowly opened each door, seeing if Eddie was on the other side. She breathed a sigh of relief as each door wasn't him, but that meant she was getting closer.

She reached the last door and thought about it in her head. She knew the second she saw it, her heart would be shattered. She already knew but seeing it would be something she couldn't escape from.

She slowly opened the door, her breath caught in her lungs as Eddie had a random girl bent over the bed. He was behind her, pushing her head down as he fucked her from behind. He was mean and harsh, two things he never was with her. His hands smacked the girl's skin and he yanked her hair. He didn't even look at her, just watching his cock buried in her.

Y/N quickly shut the door and raced down the steps. She saw what she needed to see.

~~~

Y/N decided to put space between them. She wasn't going to chase after him and wasn't going to be caught up in his sweet words. She couldn't keep playing into the what-ifs because it was never going to happen. It didn't matter how many times they had sex and cuddled until the next morning, he was never going to change.

It was the first party with her new plan in mind. She wore a sexy dress and took time on her makeup. She was going to have fun and not worry about him. She wasn't going to search for him and ask to go home with him. The sex was still amazing, so she wasn't going to give that up. But she wasn't going to act like there was anything more.

She spent most of her time talking with Robin, someone new she met. She liked Robin a lot and enjoyed her sarcastic chatter. She was so caught up in talking with Robin that she never noticed Eddie staring her down.

Eddie wasn't sure why it bothered him so much to see her talking with someone else. The way she was so invested and how her eyes never looked away to look for him.

He almost felt embarrassed when he walked up to her and she didn't even flash a smile. A blank look on her face as she turned to face him. Eddie felt anger in his bones when she turned back to Robin and gave him her phone number. Robin blushed and walked away, waving as she disappeared into the crowd. Eddie hated that her attention was on someone that wasn't him. But he snapped back into what he knew best.

He ignored the sting when she didn't smile or greet him. But he continued anyway.

"Ready to get out of here?" He asked, she nodded and walked right past him, his open hand ignored.

~

"So fucking beautiful, baby girl." He moaned, her back against his sheet as he fucked into her. She clawed at his back, moaning as he went deeper and deeper.

She tried not to smile at his words, reminding herself it was just sex.

"Always so good and taking me. My pretty girl." She hated that he looked into her eyes as she came. She closed them as fast as she could to ignore the love he held in them. Because he'd never admit it.

His lips pressed against hers as he came inside of her, soft praises against her skin. More compliments, more words he'd never mean. Words he only said when he was inside of her.

Once he finished cleaning her up, she got up. Eddie watched her confused as she threw back on her dress.

"Wait, you aren't staying?" She almost swore he sounded sad about it, but she brushed it off.

"Work in the morning." She shrugged, but Eddie was even more confused.

"When did you get a job? You tell me everything." He sounded betrayed as he stood up, still naked as he grabbed her hand.

"Tomorrow is my first day, I'll call you about it?"

Then she walked out

And she never called.

~~~

A week passed before he saw her again. She stood talking to that girl again, laughing. Eddie hated the way the girl's eyes glanced Y/N up and down over and over.

"Seems like she's into your girlfriend." A voice whispered into Eddie's ear. He felt himself rolling his eyes.

"She's not my girlfriend." Eddie argued.

"Right...how long have we been hooking up?" Chrissy asked, standing in front of Eddie so he'd look at her.

"I don't know." Eddie shrugged, looking over her as he watched the girl laugh and smack Y/N's arm.

"Two years, on and off. Less since high school ended and less since you met her. And you know the funny part?" Chrissy asked, snapping her fingers. Eddie looked down at her with an annoyed sigh.

"She's the only one you ever take home and stay the night with. The only girl you follow around like a lost puppy. You like her , you might even love her. And she likes you."

"She does?" Eddie hated how fast he reacted. But he never noticed how Chrissy was right. Y/N was the only girl he brought home, the only girl that lay in his bed and woke up with him. Hell, she was the only girl he allowed to face him during sex. The only girl he watched cum, the only girl he came inside of. The only girl he found himself missing.

"She does, and you're ruining it." Chrissy snapped and walked off.

Eddie wasn't sure why she wanted to help him. But she was right.

He interrupted the girl and Y/N again, taking her home and fucking her into his mattress. Chrissy words ringing in his head.

He watched as she got up again, throwing on her clothes.

"Can I ask you something?" She asked Eddie was surprised she talked to him. She barely spoke to him unless she was moaning underneath him.

"Yeah." He said, sitting up as he looked at her.

"Do you ever take any girls here?" She felt stupid for asking but she always wondered about it. She was in his bed every weekend, but what happened during the week?

"Just you." He answered honestly.

"Why?"

"You're special."

She nodded and walked out.

Eddie sighed as he groaned into his hands. He needed to figure out his feelings. He turned off his light and lay down. He grabbed her pillow and brought it to his chest. Inhaling her scent as he thought about her. He missed her. He hated that everything changed. When did she stop caring about him? When did he push her too far?

~~~

Eddie was drunk, sloppy kind of drunk. He's been at this party for three hours waiting for her to show up and she wasn't. He called her over and over, and nothing. He was shit faced by the time she finally texted back.

"On a date, talk later."

Eddie felt like his heart was yanked out of his chest and he was bleeding through his clothes. She was on a date. She was with someone else and Eddie hated it. She stopped smiling at him, she looked at him differently, and she didn't talk to him. She's doing that with someone else.

Then he felt rage. He knew the only person he had to blame was himself, but it was easier to be mad at her. Easier to lie and treat her like she was in the wrong. She ditched him. She changed on him.

He wanted to hurt her just as bad.

~

"Fuck that's it. Yes yes." The girl moaned underneath him, he couldn't even remember her name. His drunk mind pretended it was her.

Eddie tried to ignore the guilt he felt the second he brought the girl home, ignoring the sickness in his gut when she lay in the same spot Y/N did.

He shook the thoughts out of his head as he fucked himself into the girl, looking down at her. He didn't want Y/N to be special. He needed to prove she wasn't special. He closed his eyes and thought about her. Her moans and her hands. He tried to imagine the feeling of her cunt around him.

His orgasm approached faster than he expected. Her name on his tongue as he pulled out and came all the girl's stomach.

The girl scoffed under him, cleaning off her stomach as she shoved him off.

"Who the fuck is Y/N?" She spat, marching out the door and slamming it behind her.

He felt sick to his stomach. This was the one place where he could feel her and he ruined it. He snatched her pillow and screamed when her smell was gone. The cheap perfume of the other girl stained it. He threw it against the wall and screamed louder. He tried to find a spot in his sheets where he could smell just Y/N, but he couldn't. There was nothing left of her here.

He raced to find his phone, punching in her number as he threw on boxers.

"Hello?" Her tired voice cut through the speaker. Eddie was surprised she answered.

"Eddie?" She asked again, but he couldn't speak. Choked sobs coming out as he thought about her.

"I'm coming over."

~~

Eddie raced to the door as she knocked, wrapping his arms around her the second she was inside. He was on his knees and sobbing against her stomach.

"Hey hey, you're scaring me. What's going on?" She panicked. She softly ran her hands through his hair to try to calm him down.

"I'm so sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I just missed you and I love you." He sobbed. Y/N tried to hold back her own tears as she comforted him. She went down to her knees and held his face.

"Are you drunk?" She answered her question when she smelled the alcohol on his breath. She should have known none of those words would have come out if he was sober.

"Let's get you to bed." She sighed, removing his arms from her waist.

"I can't go in there." He sobbed and wrapped himself around her tighter.

"In your room? Why?" She asked softly, wiping his tears. He choked on his own words and cried into her. She accepted he wasn't going to talk anymore.

"Room, now." She demanded, she pulled him up to his feet and led him to his room. She pushed him towards his bed as he fell on it.

"See, it wasn't so hard." She smiled, moving his hair out of his eyes as she pulled his blankets up. She sat next to him and wiped his face. Helping him calm down so his breathing would go back to normal.

"Please don't leave me." He pleaded, grabbing her hand.

"Eddie, we can talk when you are sober. I love you and you are killing me. But if you can say all those things when you are sober maybe we can wo-" she cut herself off when she noticed something on the side of his bed.

She leaned down to get a closer look. A bra that definitely wasn't hers.

Just like that, she was reminded why she gave up in the first place.

"You had a girl in here, didn't you? That's why you're sorry?" She snapped, yanking her hand out of his as she stood up.

"It was a mistake!"

"No! The mistake was thinking you meant any of the words you said. I'm special? There's nothing special about me. If there was, I would have been fucking good enough for you." She growled, she couldn't believe she was dumb enough to crawl back to him.

"YOU'RE TOO GOOD FOR ME!" He screamed, he crawled across the bed to grab her hand as she went to leave. "I fucking love you and it scared me. I lived this whole life where I slept with girls and didn't feel a thing. Then suddenly you changed everything. You never left my head. I thought if I ignored it and acted like nothing changed, I'd move on."

"Why did you bring her here? Was she special too?" She cried, hating that the tears went down her face as she looked at him. She almost felt like she won when he admitted no girl was in his bed, that maybe there was a chance he felt something for her. But now she didn't believe anything. The one tiny thing she had over all those girls was gone.

"No she wasn't," Eddie admitted, "it was a mistake."

"WHY EDDIE?" she screamed, sobs in her throat as she demanded he told her the truth.

"I wanted to hurt you. You said you were on a date and I couldn't stand the feeling of being replaced. I felt worthless and I wanted to make you feel the same." It killed him to admit it. He hated that he wanted to hurt her so badly. He hated himself even more knowing he was successful.

"You wanted me to make sure I knew I wasn't anything special?" She asked, hot tears falling off her chin and onto the carpet below.

"Yes." He choked, crying as he watched her yank herself free from him.

"Message completely fucking clear." She snapped, Eddie jumped off the bed as she raced out the door.

"PLEASE IT WAS A MISTAKE. YOU'RE EVERYTHING TO ME!" he screamed after her, she stopped at her car door, turning around as she looked at him. He stood in his front door, sobbing.

"Everything to you? Where was that when you fucked every girl at a party? When you'd ditch me and get a blowjob in the bathroom? When you'd come kiss me and reeked of another girl's perfume? You never loved me. And I sure as hell won't stand here and give you the chance to." She spat.

Eddie watched as she drove off.

He prayed everything was a bad dream. That he would wake up back in his bed next to her. That he could make her coffee and talk about his dreams.

But he woke up,

And she wasn't there.

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[hoe-for-hopper]

Forget About Eddie

Bestfriend!SteveHarrington x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: mentions of Eddie being a fuckboy, a lil fluff and a lil smut.

Word Count: 2247

Summary: You and Eddie have just broken up, but you're still hung up on him. Steve hates seeing you so down and just wants to make you feel better (better than Eddie could).

A/N: idk i'm on a smut writing spree, expect some more fics tomorrow (maybe some eddie, maybe some slashers, who really knows). i hardly edited this and i feel like the ending might be a lil rushed, but hey, smut is smut.

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“I just don’t really know what to do, you know?” You and your best friend, Steve Harrington are walking to his car after your shift at Scoops. You’ve been upset all night over a fight you had with your ex-boyfriend, Eddie. 

You and Eddie had been broken up for a couple of months now, but you were still sneaking over to his trailer in the middle of the night. You couldn’t help it, you were young, horny, and Eddie was pretty good in bed. It was easy enough, until you had to get dressed and do the walk of shame across the trailer park. You know keeping this up wasn’t a smart idea, but a part of you also still loved Eddie. Even if you knew that he was just using you to get what he wanted.

“I don’t know why you’re still so hung up on that loser. You’ve always been too good for him and he didn’t deserve you.” Steve says as he unlocks the car doors and slides into the driver’s seat. He looks over at you and seeing your sad face says, “Alright, we’re going back to my place and having a movie night. I’ll call Robin and see if she’ll come over. You need to have some fun.”

You almost protest, but that does sound like it’ll get your mind off things. And if you’re at Steve’s  you won’t be as tempted to go to Eddie’s.

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“Well Robin can’t come over. She’s got a date or something. So I guess it’s just you and me.” He says as he places a bowl of popcorn on the coffee table in front of you. “What do you wanna watch first? I just got a tape of The Outsiders. Remember that movie?” 

“Yeah that sounds good. Thanks for the popcorn.” You reach for the bowl as Steve sits down next to you.

Throughout the movie you can feel Steve looking over at you until he finally reaches over to slide his arm around your shoulders. “Hey, I know you’re upset, but just try to forget about Eddie and whatever stupid fight you guys have had.”

“I know, Steve, It’s just really hard. I miss him and I can’t seem to stay away. I keep going over whenever he calls like I’m just some booty call and not his ex-girlfriend of TWO YEARS! It’s like that’s all he wanted me for in the first place!” You put your hands over your face and shake your head.

“Wait. You’re still going over there and sleeping with him? Why would you do that? You’re way too good to be waiting around for his phone calls just so he can get off and leave you upset.” Steve pauses the movie and turns toward you. You didn’t mean to tell him all of that, you’d been telling Steve and Robin that you hadn’t seen Eddie since the breakup. You never told them that you two had been secretly fucking every other night.

“Uh… I mean it’s hard, Steve! We were together for a long time, I can’t just stop seeing him!” You reach for the remote to play the movie again, but Steve grabs your wrist to stop you.

As you look up at him he says, “I know. I’m sure it is hard. But he can’t be that great that you’re still doing…that with him.” Steve’s arm tightens around your shoulders. He’s staring down at you with a look you’ve never seen from him before. His right hand moves from your wrist to your cheek as he brushes his thumb down to your chin.

“I mean…I don’t know.” It’s hard for you to get words out. Steve has been your best friend since you guys were kids. But all of a sudden something feels a little bit more with him. The way he’s looking at you and lightly gripping your chin is making you dizzy. You’ve never thought about him in any other way, but now your heart is beginning to flutter.

Steve notices it too, his eyes go to where his hand rests on your chin before looking back into your eyes. He slowly tilts your chin up and leans down to plant a gentle kiss on your lips. 

You kiss him back before he pulls away and says “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I did that. I think I just got carried away.” He drops his hands, grabs the remote and flips the movie back on.

“It’s… it’s okay.” You can’t think of anything else to say so you sink back into the couch and continue to watch the movie like nothing happened.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When you get home later that night, you can’t stop replaying that kiss in your head. You’ve never even thought about doing anything like that with Steve. He’s your best friend. You two have practically known each other since you two were in diapers. And besides, he isn’t your type at all. Apparently your type is self obsessed bad boys who break your heart yet still call you up at 1 in the morning. Look where that’s gotten me, you think. Steve is sweet, nice, caring. Everything that Eddie turned out not to be. 

You fall asleep thinking about what would have happened had Steve not come to his senses.

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Steve has been thinking about the kiss since he dropped you off at your apartment. He’s not sure what came over him at that moment. But he does know that he enjoyed it. He knows that he definitely wanted more. But he also knows that you’re his best friend and you’re still getting over that asshole, Eddie Munson. He doesn’t want to force you into anything else.

But he still can’t see what you see in that guy. He didn’t know Eddie that well. They ran in different circles when they were in high school, but he still didn’t notice anything particularly great about the guy. 

And he was so tired of seeing you heartbroken over it. Steve thought you deserved so much more than Eddie.

Steve knew he could make you feel better than Eddie ever could.

Steve continued to think about that kiss as his hand slipped beneath the fabric of his boxers.

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Two days go by before you see Steve again. He’s giving you a ride home from Robin’s house after a girls night.

“You know, you really didn’t have to come pick me up. I would’ve been fine walking home.” You say as you meet him outside.

“I know, but Robin’s is on my way home from work.”

Not much is said on the drive to your house. You’re still thinking about the kiss from the other night and you’re not sure if Steve is thinking about it as well. And if he is, you’re not sure what he’s thinking about it. Does he think it was a mistake? Does he want to do it again? You’re so lost in your thoughts that you don’t realize you’ve pulled up in front of your house until you hear Steve saying “Hellooooo. Did you hear me? I asked if you were okay with me coming in and hanging out for a while?”

“Oh. Um. Absolutely, that’s totally fine.” Both of you got out of the car and walked into your small apartment. “So uh, what did you want to do?” You weren’t sure why you were this nervous. You felt like the dynamic between you and your best friend had completely changed since the other night, yet Steve seemed perfectly normal.

“I was actually just wanting to talk to you. You know, make sure you’re doing okay? After that fight with Eddie?” Steve sat down on your small sofa and kicked his shoes off.

You sat down next to Steve, taking your shoes off as well. “Yeah, actually I’m doing a lot better. He hasn’t called since the fight which helps too. I’ve still thought about calling him though.”

Steve just stares at you. You recognize the look on his face as the same one from the other night. The look right before you kissed you. You’re trying not to get your hopes up that it’ll happen again, but your heart is beating a thousand beats per minute. Finally, he says “Look, I hate seeing you like this. I know you two were together for a long time, but he doesn’t deserve you. He never has. He took you completely for granted.”

You weren’t sure what to say. Steve continued, inching closer to you, “I guess I just don’t see what’s so great about Eddie.” He placed his hand on top of your thigh and slowly inched his other hand along the tops of your shoulder. He said what he’d been thinking about the other night. “I bet I could make you feel better than he ever did.” Steve tilted your head up once again and kissed your lips. Rougher than the first time, but still tender. He didn’t pull away this time. 

You reached up to grab his face in your hands, kissing him with more force. Steve took hold of your hips, pulling you onto his lap before running his hands through your hair. The two of you were holding so tightly onto each other it was almost painful.

You were the first to pull away, gasping for breath. “Are we… is this…” the words died on your lips as you noticed the way Steve was looking at you with lust filled eyes.

“It’s okay. Let me make you feel good. Let me make you forget about him.” Steve lifted you up and sat you down on the couch, pushing your legs open so he could kneel between them. He peppered kisses from your neck to the top of your jeans. He began unbuttoning your pants and slipping them off of you as he looked up at you through his long lashes. He pulled down your panties and tossed them to the side before trailing his fingers around your swollen clit.

You almost couldn’t believe what was happening. Steve Harrington, your best friend, was on his knees with his face dangerously close to your core. Steve Harrington was rubbing circles on your sensitive bud. You threw your head back and let your moans escape.

“That’s it, baby.” Steve continued rubbing circles as he leaned forward and inserted his tongue inside your soaking hole. Your hands flew down to grab and pull at his hair and he hummed in response sending vibrations throughout your body.

You almost couldn’t take it anymore, you had to have him now. You were too impatient, too needy, for something you didn’t even know you wanted until right now. “Steve.” you breathed as you pulled him back up to you, foreheads touching.

“Shh.” Steve unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down just enough to release his hard cock. He kissed you one last time, letting his lips linger on yours as he lined himself up with your entrance.

He pushed himself into you slowly, gently, taking his time and relishing the feeling of your walls clenching around him. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, moaning into his ear. “God, you feel amazing. I bet I feel better than him.” He said it with a sneer as he pumped in and out of you. You couldn’t respond, you just continued to moan. “Mhm, that’s what I thought.” 

Steve leaned back and started rubbing circles around your clit. You almost couldn’t hold yourself together any longer. The tension that had been building in your stomach was about to explode. “Steve, I- I’m gonna come.” You managed to breathe out in between your moans.

“Come for me, baby, come on.” Steve’s thrusts grow faster as you reach your climax. He puts his hands on your face, the pads of his thumbs gently caressing your cheeks as you come down from your high. “That’s it, sweetheart.” 

He bends forward to kiss your forehead before moving his hands to your hips, gripping them a little too hard. His thrusts grow more erratic as his own climax nears. Steve’s mouth grazes your ear as he continues to pump in and out of you. “Fuck, baby. You feel so good.” He almost can’t hold himself together any longer. He pumps one last time before pulling out and shooting thick white ropes onto your stomach. He slumps forward laying next to your side and runs his hands through his hair. 

Steve stands up and pulls his jeans back up. He takes his shirt off and wipes your stomach clean before sitting on the couch next to you and pulling you towards him. With your head resting on his chest, you say, “Wow. I…wow.”

You can feel his eyes looking down on you as he brushes his hand through your hair. “I know. I’ve been thinking about you since the other night.”

You nuzzled tighter into his chest, “Do you want to stay the night?”

He chuckles as he picks you up and begins carrying you to your room. “Of course, babe.” He lays you down on your bed and slips under the blankets with you, pulling you to his chest once more. You feel so at home cuddled into Steve’s chest.

“So tired, Steve.” You mumble as your eyes begin to close.

“That’s alright baby, get some rest. We can talk in the morning.”

As you start to drift to sleep you can hear Steve say, “So, did you forget about Eddie?”

[hellgirlthings]

this is not proof read yall, and this came from my obscure collection of 3am drafts lol- but anyways fuckboy!eddie plagues my mind on the daily tbh

One thing about Eddie Munson, is that he will probably be the best fuck you ever had. Seriously though, he’s ruined every single man for you and you’re not even dating him. Being friends with benefits with Eddie is great don’t get me wrong…. up until it isn’t.

As per usual, your routine involves going over to the trailer every friday- lest either of you has something planned for the night. This friday is no different, he had yet to say if anything came up so you’d just assumed that everything was on track.

Now look, being friends with benefits doesn’t necessarily mean that either of you are strictly seeing the other person, but you would at least expect him to tell you if he was seeing other girls. Since he never did you naturally assumed that he was the seeing anyone other than you. Thats where you fucked up for the second time. When it comes to Eddie, assuming isn’t a guarantee, and quite frequently assuming leads to him managing to do the complete opposite of what you’d think he would.

Knocking on the trailer door, you heard a few muffled swears as well as shuffling feet- which only came to a halt as Eddie opened the door. Cheeks flushed, bangs stuck against his forehead by a sheer layer of sweat and wide eyes as he looks at you. A good five seconds pass when you noticed *her*. Jess was her name? You don’t remember clearly, being that when you had first met her Eddie was more occupied in getting you into The Hideout’s bathroom for a quick fuck than to introduce the two of you. Instead of saying anything, he simply gapes at you while you awkwardly shift your weight, lips in a flat line.

“Oh, uh, sorry. I didn’t realize you had company… next time just maybe let me know?” You try your best to keep your voice steady, even though your heart felt like it had dropped to your stomach. What would be the point in getting mad? You two aren’t together. Quickly gathering your composure, you start heading back to your car, leaving a very dumbfounded eddie at the door. It takes him a few seconds to compute whatever fuck up he had just done before he’s running after you (more like jogging, but still he was trying to get to you before you hopped into the car), grabbing your arm right as you’re about to open the car door.

“Shit, baby please let me explain” Eddie’s voice sounds strained, much too guilty for your liking. Shaking your head, you refuse to look at him.

“Eddie ‘s fine, you don’t have to explain anything” You murmur, really not wanting to have this uncomfortable conversation whilst Jess was sitting in the trailer half naked, waiting for him to go back.

If you didn’t know better, you’d think he’d seen a ghost as to how pale he had become. His thumb brushes against your arm in attempt to comfort you, or actually comfort him because right now he’s freaking the fuck out. You successfully shake your arm away, opening the car door and swiftly hopping in the driver’s seat without him getting ahold of you.

“Sweetheart please, we can talk about this I promise. I forgot to call you” Yeah that was definitely not what you wanted to hear. He simply forgot to tell you that instead of fucking you like he has for the last 7 months, he was going to fuck some random chick he barely knows from a nasty ass bar. Great. You scoff incredulously, not believing the words that are coming out of his mouth. Without saying another word, you turn the car engine on and drive away.

[stelly38]

Talking with @osmarinamo and we’re trying to figure out exactly what about this look is so much hotter than previous looks.

They’ve given us a Daddy-fied Fuckboy, or at least, that’s my impression from the trailers. Like, you know this character knows exactly what to do in bed; he’d be in control, and he knows his way around your lady parts better than a gynecologist. Am I projecting? Yeah, but I don’t care.

Then again, he was a Sex Panther in the Agatha Christie movie, but I think Glenn here surpasses even that level of hotness. Or is it just the heightened element of Daddyness that he projects?

[herbie851]

Trailer was released for My Stubborn (I think that is the full name?). The pairings look solid, we get lady love/drama, knockoff fuckboy Payu, and Yoon actually looks like he might have chemistry with someone. Looks fun overall!

[tetitous]

I'm subscribed to the Trigun archive and it's crazy to me just how fast people went and complained about Stampede. Like, wow, you guys just didn't actually want new content you just wanted the same but doubled and it shows.

Some of the complaints were "it's CGI so it's bad", I understand the fear, but if anyone could pull it off it was studio Orange. And pull it off they did. It's beautiful.

Others were "they didn't bring back Tsuneo Imahori for the OST", sorry my dude but the idea of a remake is to separate itself from the previous versions of the work, Re-Make, right? So from scratch. If you were a Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood fan and complained about "Braja" not being there it wouldn't make any more sense.

Also a crazy amount of complaining was just OG anime fans who had no idea they complained about 98 exclusive content not being there. Re-Make, again.

I've never been a fan of 1-on-1 anime adaptations, they always tend to be lackluster, so I really don't get it when people complain about something they haven't seen yet because it doesn't look enough like what they wanted. At that point they were just looking at teasers and trailers too! Ep 1 was not even out and already someone was saying Vash's scars were fucked because they thought they saw some of it on a poster and it wasn't enough.

Also the character designs. Omg the character designs. I've seen complaints about Wolfwood when he had yet to make any sort of appearance. And of course Vash looks like a fuckboy, and so he isn't Vash at all. And of course his coat not being the same shape is a heresy. And of course, and of course,...

Ah and of course Milly isn't there. Well you didn't see the complain yet but now that the show's out it's still one of the biggest one. Well she will be. Patience is a virtue and all that.

Ah, sorry, I ended up rambling and being mean, but it does annoy me how little people are really willing to explore when it comes to stuff they enjoy. Has to be one way, another would be betrayal.

Well as someone who liked Stampede better than 98, hope you guys ended up coming back with a more open mind, because I had a great time, and it made me want to read the manga and now I very much am a fan.

[sidewayspeace444]

Letter to a fandom…not just kidding 😜

I agree that too many coincidences and posts (from fake friends/the help: make up, hair, photographs,etc) for this to be a PR joke.

This is real and they are just waiting for an announcement after 9/11 (couldn’t they have chosen a worse day for this charade? How disrespectful coming from former Captain America)

I’m not even surprised, I never bought the golden/good boy image he was trying to sell. I always thought that behind the good looks and muscle, there was a fuckboy/frat guy/stupid real person. I was just having fun with his internet boyfriend fake image and with the fun coming from this fandom (some more intense than others). Well this is over now. Moving on to more productive things. Oh yeah I’m happily married and I NEVER thought he was meant for us 😂. Come on girls!

I’m just surprised with such a bad choice: she looks everything that can be wrong : racist, soft porn actress, wannabe sugar baby, uneducated lowish class, rude, gold digger, dirty (just by looking at her pics you can tell she smells and that mouth close up, screams bad hygiene and herpes), bad z-list actress, couch casting specialist. That’s her dream girl/love at first sight!?

What’s left for the “betrayed “ fandom? Well don’t just talk and talk about this (or even cry), do something!! Go to his movies sites and write your Honest review! After Marvel and with a few exceptions, they were bad! Especially his acting (poor co- stars, they did their very best!), he can not cry or have any chemistry with his female co-stars. Be honest!! Go to his upcoming movies and say how bad the trailers/teasers look like. You got tickets for a con, return them and demand a refund!

He really laughed in your faces with the good dog dad/liberal fighter image. Now it’s your turn!

Stay strong fandom and let’s see who has the last laugh 😉

Should we check to see if she has the last three strings on her head after that dragging? 🤣 I agree and he’s a huge 🤥 maybe they can compare each others nose jobs

[silver-wield]

I really think that trailer was just throwing us off and throwing a bone to those who don’t buy it. The Aerith GS date is always talked about by devs, they know it’s the fan service moment before her death. They used that and it backfired more than they anticipated. But I’m not worried about Cloti. The remake trailers didn’t show even an ounce of the amount of Cloti we got, all the cheeky comments walking around and all the grabbing during combat cinematics. 😌💕

Not to mention so much has been done to build up Cloti this time. So much groundwork. Like moments into the game Jessie asks about Cloud and Tifa, it’s set up right from the get go. Cloud getting jealous. Cloud openly flirting with her (the flower, the beautiful comment). Even Marle ffs stops Cloud and implies what she does and then comments on them both. I’m sure CAs take that like “she said she needs a FRIEND” and not understanding the context of “she needs a friend not a fuckboi” because she can see how enamoured he is. The only time we really see Cloud open up with dialogue when you’re walking around is in Chapter 3 with Tifa. He is the one asking questions and keeping the conversation going. The whole rooftops with Aerith is her being annoying, him grunting/shrugging her off and then her usual OOPS I TRIPPED I NEED ATTENTION!

There’s just no way they are setting up what they have been with the intention of giving us the middle finger. Just some choices are so dense I can’t believe they didn’t make them on purpose to stoke the flames. Making a song called “No promises to keep” when your two canon couples are both based on promises seems shady as fuck. And none of this makes Aerith look good after she was so supportive of Cloti in remake. Literally called Tifa someone special to Cloud then she’s grabbing his arm and doing her tripped tactic. 🙄 Also in TOTP it’s supposed to be Aerith and Tifa sharing stories with one another - so I need reminding but doesn’t that mean she told Aerith about the water tower?

I am so certain Cloud is going to push her off him or dismiss her like he did in the OG. It’s fan service BS. CAs still won’t buy the game for it because they don’t know how to play, they don’t know other characters and they’ll just watch the “All Cloud and Aerith Scenes” video for a grand total of 22 minutes or something. Then babble on about that being canon along with a couple posts about Barret/Dyne being “OMG so sad 😭” to make it seem like they play.

I just hope they stick to their guns and make sure Aerith isn’t as prominent in Part 3. That is NOT her part. She does her bit. We’ve already had to endure her for longer than we should have. Her death won’t be meaningful if we have her whiny voice making comments from the lifestream every 5 minutes.

Sorry for venting but you’re the only person who seems to get it in this damn fandom.

Tifa never told anyone about the water tower. There's parts of her recount where she's speaking to someone, but some parts are introspective, and that's one of them.

Aerith also doesn't listen to Tifa unless it interests her. She was around for the picnic bit then fucked off for the rest. Tifa tells most of her story to Red.

The ost does come off shady AF. Cloud never made a promise to Aerith for one to be mentioned either way, and given it's the ost for the whole game, you'd think it would focus on things that happened over things that didn't, but for some random reason not-aerith's-singing-voice-in-a-million-years is going on about promises, and the only one who made her a promise is Zack.

Some people are gonna be super angy with this game they aren't gonna play 🤣🤷

[angeldcgs]

yesterday i posted some opens and today i come to you, good mutuals, with an offer to plot with any and all of my newer muses listed under the cut. most of them are a little whacky but there's something for everyone <3 give this a like if you're interested in any of them and i'll come to you to plot!!

the mcdermott family: based on the firefly family from h.ouse of 1.000 c.orpses (2003), the mcdermotts were a family of circus performers/carnies who owned and operated a local carnival in town. when travelers and townsfolk started going missing in alarming numbers, the cops started poking around the carnival and uncovered numerous bodies and other nightmarish finds, resulting in the majority of the mcdermotts either being locked up in prison for life, or slain in a deadly stand-off with the cops. these five are the only who remain in town, still carrying out their gruesome acts but on a much smaller scale, confined to a trailer park rather than their beloved carnival, as it was torched by the townsfolk following the arrests.

oberlin "obie" mcdermott (e.bon m.oss b.achrach fc)- he/him, 47, heterosexual, dominant, retired circus clown/junkyard owner (billy's brother, duncan, dolly, and mac's uncle)

billy mcdermott (k.yle g.allner fc)- he/him, 35, bisexual, dominant, mechanic/serial killer (obie's brother, duncan, dolly, and mac's uncle)

duncan mcdermott (h.arris d.ickinson fc)- he/him, 27, bisexual, dominant, drug dealer/serial killer (dolly's twin, mac's half brother)

dolly mcdermott (h.unter s.chafer fc)- she/her, 27, queer, switch, contortionist/serial killer (duncan's twin, mac's half sister)

mackenzie "mac" mcdermott (c.amila m.orrone fc)- she/her, 24, bisexual, dominant, robber/serial killer (duncan and dolly's half sister)

the dobbs brothers: raised in an abusive religious cult and kept separate from the rest of the world, the boys never learned how to live in modern society or be "normal" people until the feds broke up the organization and they were placed in foster care, but even then, it was a rough adjustment. zeke took to the change well, reveling in all the attention they were receiving from journalists and news outlets all looking to tell their story, while sammie still struggles adapting to this new world that's so diametrically opposed to the one he was raised in.

samson "sammie" dobbs (j.ohnny b.erchtold fc)- he/him, 26, bisexual (closeted), submissive, grocery store clerk

ezekiel "zeke" dobbs (f.red h.echinger fc)- he/him, 21, pansexual, submissive, pizza delivery guy

others:

kirby o'connell (m.argaret q.ualley fc)- she/her, 27, lesbian, switch, karaoke bar owner

your average everyday lovable lesbian fuckboy, think shane mccutcheon in the l word but a touch less brooding. bought an old run down bar for cheap at an auction with the intent of turning it into a queer friendly karaoke bar, but it turns out the former owner was using the bar as a front for a money laundering scheme, and now the criminal organization in charge of that is expecting her to continue to be involved.

louise "lou" walsh (t.alia r.yder fc)- she/her, 21, pansexual, switch, writer

a compulsive liar who's constructed an entire backstory for herself to better support her image as a "starving artist". really, she comes from an incredibly wealthy midwest family, the kind who own every building and every business in their small town, but that's not the kind of backstory that sells books.

[invisiblegarters]

Be Mine Superstar Ep 8

(Fair Warning the first four paragraphs of this are actually about Only Friends. It's what I do now, apparently. Feel free to skip to past the gif if you don't care)

Much later than usual, but the truth is aside from having responsibilities that unfortunately kept me away from dramas a lot so far this week, the Only Friends brainrot is real. Pretty much the entire time I'm *not* doing things that I need to do I'm thinking about Boston and his motivations and how he could easily be just a two dimensional fuckboy villain but there's too much going on with his face for me to buy it (Neo Trai is a gem guys, it's true. I've known it but now I really know it, you know?) and pondering how heavily Ray's issues with alcohol are going to factor in (my guess is very), how bad it's gonna get (also very), how many relationships he's going to destroy (all, probably), and who he's gonna hurt (physically as well as emotionally - look, drunk driving is a whole theme, we've had two (2) episodes and Sand and Ray and dangerous driving have been mentioned no less than three (3) times - call it Chekov's Gun, call it the Sword of Damocles (I've done both because I'm dramatic af) or be normal and simply call it foreshadowing, I just can't believe they've mentioned it this many times not to have it rear it's head in a really nasty way).

And that's not even counting the stuff that just amuses me, like counting how many times Mew looks sus in one episode (a lot), or building my SandTop exes agenda (also a MewSand agenda and a NickSand agenda...look I just think Sand should get around, okay?) and cackling over the idea that we're going to get everything in the trailer so far by episode 5.

Do you see? the brainrot is so real that I just spent paragraphs talking about OF and not the show I'm ostensibly here for. It's been a long time since a drama took over my brain to this extent. I'd say send help but I'm actually having way too much fun.

So I do apologize for the person I've become. For anyone that's not here for me to go on about OF at literally any opportunity, I really am sorry. I don't think any post will be free of it until October.

That said, let's actually talk about this show now, eh?

Sigh. So we're gonna do another outing plot here hey. That's wonderful I so love these (I really, really don't). But I guess there has to be some sort of drama happening since everything's been fairly adorable so far. Yippee?

Can I just say that the Muang/Doctor plot feels weirdly rushed and disjointed? I was so looking forward to them after the first ep and now I barely care, and that is sad.

Punn and Ashi are really cute though.

Are we also still doing the Title crushing on Ashi thing? I felt like that was there and then it got dropped, but now they're picking it up again. He's not gonna be happy with those pics. Oh but hey if it leads to him begging his asshole manager not to be an asshole then sure.

"It's not that hard to win Ashi's heart." Especially when you'll be in Japan with him and Punn won't. Just saying. Although I just incredibly doubt it'll work - this really does not strike me as that type of BL. But hey, a little angst never hurt anyone, right?

Just once I would like one of these places to look lived in. They did a little better with Punn's house but man, it depresses me how spotless everything is all the time. It's like when they order food and don't eat it. Or sleep with the lights on.

/tangent

I love that the Daddy Muang thing hasn't been dropped even though now Punn has Ashi as he wants and there's really no need for it.

The brothers remain very good. I like this sibling relationship. Feels real in a lot of ways.

Oooh I like that shot with all of them in the car park.

I find I have to keep reminding myself that Punn is only 20. But frankly, I am cringing hard at this jealousy plot. I just wanna grab him and tell him he's being too transparent, aaaah. Me, I have a pride issue. I would never. I could never.

Punn is the cutest though - I do like how he just lets every feeling show on his face, even if I could never.

"No one is taking Ashi away from you." Maybe not, but they're certainly trying lol.

Although...maybe trust in your boyfriend just a little more. It's not like you're in a show where he has one foot out the door anyway.

I wonder now if Muang has figured out Title is definitely making moves, lol. He's not stupid, even if Ashi is, a little (genuinely, I think he's just focused on his job. This is his big international break, right? Of course he just wants to do the thing right. And he has no reason to suspect that Title's trying to split him up from the boyfriend no one is even supposed to know about).

Anyway this kind of angst is my jam so I'm not even a little mad. Poor sad Punn with his poor sad Punn face, though. It just doesn't feel right to watch him be unhappy.

I love those dogs.

Hahahaha okay Punn manipulating Muang and co into helping him separate Title and Ashi is funny. I have to admit that. Yes, childish, but again, twenty. And not exactly a hugely mature twenty, either. :D

Damn, Muang. That was kinda harsh. I love it. Be meaner!! Make someone cry!

Sorry. Feeling a little vicious today, apparently.

Well at least Punn acknowledges he was being kind of immature. Yes, yes, Title is being a deliberate butt, but Punn doesn't really know that he just sort of suspects, and he was already being a little ridiculous before that.

Twenty. He's twenty. Remember he's twenty.

Ooh I did like that hop and carry though. Very nice.

And now off to Japan we go! Well. Half of us. The other half is still hanging out in Thailand.

Pfft and now there's yet another man after Ashi's pretty self. He's a hot commodity.

Beep boop time for the blackmail. Although to be fair this is going in a direction that I didn't quite expect. So props for that, I guess.

Oh hey, everyone's in Japan next week. Nice.

[electrificata]

having music critic thots abt the weeknd im so so sorry

i saw the weeknd in concert last summer, it was amazing. i really dont like stadium shows usually, but his was killer, he had a cool stage concept (gently mad max-ish cult leader and his dancer-disciples, giant inflatable moon) and he's got the presence to fill up all that space. and ive been listening to him for almost a decade, obviously the music's there. actually the show i was at was where he debuted the trailer for the idol. its out now and i havent watched yet. i thought it looked cool then, but after everything ive heard.....im just really ambivalent.

in the early days, when he was keeping mysterious, no press, no photos, you didnt even know if the weeknd was a band or a guy. just this chilly, atmospheric, sleazy/sexy horror-movie r&b. nothing supernatural. but cruel. the lyrics were all about the worst kind of fuckboy shit, and obviously drugs, and the music really seemed to give proper weight to it. the speaker in the songs was awful, the music was telling you that his actions were violent and terrifying for the women he's hurting and for toxic for himself. if youre a person attracted to men, you know what its like to see how awful a guy can be and still be into him, maybe even BECAUSE of how awful he is. thats a fucking horror movie. those first xo eps are crazy, i still listen to them.

then he goes pop star. i remember the collab w/ ariana grande in 2014 was surprising but it found a perfect, plausible midpoint between their two universes. then he goes full max martin in 2015 with "can't feel my face" and again, bizarre to see this plausible way for the prince of darkness to get to the top 40 via a neo-michael jackson jam with a veiled drug reference as opposed to multiple explicit ones. but it made sense! he danced onstage now! i remember hearing it on the radio when i was picking my cousins up from middle school, that felt surreal.

and he just kept on doing the popstar thing. i dont think the sleaze ever really left, it just receded into the background. killer atmosphere, more pop hooks, a general darkness that felt credible coming from him because of the early stuff, its just lit with neon now. he gets increasingly more conceptual, which i love. i love a concept album. its still about fucked up relationships and now death more generally instead of drugs specifically. cool, great. i've been with him the entire time. that brings us up more-or-less to the present.

im not gonna recap all the shit around the idol, if you want it im sure theres an article or youtube video thatll do a better job than i can. ill just summarize my own thoughts: it feels like the sleaze is back, maybe some of the horror, but also Glamour. johnny depp's supermodel daughter has cum on her face. we're seeing headlines about how gross the sex scenes are. look how Glamorous this is. classic showbiz trick of using a cautionary tale about gross men preying on women to just....create images and narratives about gross men preying on women. this might be the place i cant follow him. i cant rule out watching it, i am a habitual hater and i might be in the mood to hate soon. but its making me think about the way we use glamour and beauty in entertainment. it cant be a default, it has an effect on the story.

[gazellefamily]

REALITY BITES (1994) "This seemingly simple rom-com warrants a complex dissection upon middle-age rewatch; mostly the love dilemma... Garbage fuckboy couch-surfing gaslighting ghosting EthHawke or ambitious mensch Stiller? How is this even a contest? Sure, Hawkes got better hair and plays electric guitar but he SUCKS and his polyester Goodwill clothes look like they reek of BO. Stiller is somehow supposed to be the villainous yuppie but he's actually fine? Literally ALL he did wrong was let some video editor go a bit overboard with Noni's documentary footage (quite honestly it looks like MY video editing style so I can confirm Noni would dump me too. And is the movie (reality) itself THAT much more verité? Were the trailers for this movie not exactly like the 'mainstream' bullshit editing it shits on? A russian doll of meta-irony) Stiller was just an MTV producer, not Patrick Bateman. Are we supposed to understand that his PLANET OF THE APES action figure is not cool but Hawkes knowledge of THE JEFFERSONS sitcom trivia IS cool???? And the worst part is that only as someone alive in the 90s I DO GET WHY HAWKE WINS but only because I remember this era. Its taken me decades to dismantle its influence. NOW? No one can slack, not for an instant. There is no shame in selling out for todays youth. Its dog eat dog out there. So we watch this today, so far removed from the era's socio-economics and cant fathom her decision. Today Noni would have no ideals, she would connect herself to mainstream success, whatever hairstyle the man has. She has a TikTok and an OnlyFans. Today Hawke has a GoFundMe or is on fentanyl. I miss the 90s. I miss boredom. If we thought reality bites back then, just wait. Twas the gilded age." -Sonny Gazelle

"Reality was totally fucking awesome and we didn't even know it. Noni at perhaps her foxiest - many women were dashed on the cliffs of that haircut but only SHE made it work. Actually you know what? I actually DID know that reality was awesome in 1994. I had literally zero problems and was psyched every day. Now I got worry. But maybe I need to just like...be the person I was in 1994?" -Tommy Gazelle