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Skate date
Summary: a cute little date night at the roller rink with Eddie đŠˇđŠľđź
Authors note: this is like the second or third fic I post so please be kind it is a fluffy readerxeddie. I recently went to skate at the roller rink and got inspired it was such a fun place and we seriously need to bring them back.
It was a cool Friday night, and you and Eddie were planning your next date. After some discussion, the two of you decided to go to the local roller rink, which was having a special couples' night. You had skated before so you were confident to a certain extent and super excited to show Eddie, who had only been skating once or twice before.
As you arrived at the rink, the sound of upbeat music filled the air, and the neon lights illuminated the space. The scent of popcorn and hot dogs wafted from the snack bar, and the chatter of excited couples filled the air. You led Eddie to the rental booth, where you both rented a pair of skates. Eddie laced up his skates fast while you were looking all around the room full of couples and red florescent lights shining off the disco ball. As soon as you were done the two of you made your way to the rink.
You stepped onto the smooth, polished floor, you felt the familiar thrill of gliding on wheels. Eddie, on the other hand, looked nervous, his legs wobbling beneath him. You smiled reassuringly and took his hand, guiding him slowly around the rink.
At first, Eddie was hesitant, his movements jerky and uncertain. But as the two of you circled the rink, his confidence grew, and he began to skate with more ease. He even tried to copy some of your moves, earning a giggle from you when he stumbled and nearly fell. He maintained a death grip on your hand and lightly apologized when he stumbled trying not to bring you down with him.
As the night wore on, you and Eddie skated hand in hand, weaving in and out of the other couples on the rink. Every time Eddie stumbled, you were there to catch him, and he rewarded you with sweet, lingering kisses.
At one point, you suggested to skate a bit faster. Somehow eddie trips and takes his first tumble of the night falling on his butt. Itâs so cute to see a tough man with a hard leather exterior look like Bambi on ice. He was trying which was the best part. Eventually eddie left to sit in a booth just watching you skate around the a bit. As you got closer to him he got up and asked if you wanted to play some games in the arcade that the rink had.
Many games like table hockey, skee ball and Pac-Man. He let you win most of the time when you were playing against each other but when it came to Dance Dance Revolution he got really cocky. Heâs Stretching near the machine and cracking his knuckles while you laugh and try looking for a song. During the battle you kept looking at Eddie and he looked so serious not missing a beat. The song finished and Eddie was crowned the winner on the screen, Puffy and out of breath you look at each other and smile.
the DJ announced the last song of the night, and you and Eddie took to the rink once more, skating slowly and tenderly to the romantic ballad. As the song came to an end, Eddie pulled you close, and the two of you shared a deep, passionate kiss.
Leaving the roller rink, you noticed a photo booth in the corner of the room. "Hey, Eddie, do you want to take a few pictures together?" you asked, pointing to the booth.
Eddie looked a little hesitant at first, but you reassured him that it would be fun, and he eventually agreed. The two of you climbed into the photo booth, and the curtain closed behind you.
Inside the booth, you could hear the camera click as you posed for the first few photos, making silly faces and sticking out your tongues. But as the final photo approached, you looked at Eddie and smiled, feeling your heart skip a beat.
"Let's do something a little different for the last photo," you said, leaning in to kiss him softly on the lips.
Eddie was surprised at first but quickly leaned into the kiss, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer. The camera flashed, capturing the moment forever.
As you stepped out of the photo booth, you could see the photo strip printing out two strips of black and white pictures that said âthe perfect pairâ with a red heart. the last photo showing the two of you locked in a loving embrace. you couldn't resist teasing him a little. "Well, I think we just nailed our audition for the next romantic comedy," you joked, holding up the photo strip.
Eddie rolled his eyes but couldn't hide the smile on his face. "Oh, come on, I'm not that bad," he said, nudging you playfully with his elbow.
You laughed and gave him a playful shove back. "I never said you were bad, just a little wobbly on the skates," you teased, earning a playful groan from Eddie.
"But hey, you improved a lot throughout the night," you added, smiling at him warmly. "And we had so much fun together."
Eddie grinned back at you, his eyes sparkling. "Yeah, I did have a good time. Thanks for being patient with me," he said, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.
You felt your heart swell with affection for him. "Of course, Eddie. I always enjoy spending time with you," you replied, feeling a surge of warmth spread through you.
When you and Eddie got to the his van and he clipped the photo strip on his sun visor without thinking twice about it. As he drove you home he held on to your thigh singing along to the soft music.
finally standing outside your house next to the drivers window looking at Eddie and saying the last goodbyes with a few added extra kisses. âIâll always have my girl with meâ is the last thing he said before he looked up at the picture and drove off.
You stand there while your heart is bursting holding out the picture and giving it a tiny kiss before doing a little giddy happy dance that followed some cute muffled shrieksďżź. As soon as you entered the house you ran the bedroom and went straight to the vanity desk. kissing the picture one last time and placing it on the edge of mirror holding it in place with some glitter heart stickers.
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Summary: Your rockstar boyfriend comes home early and finds you very needy. But he already knows that, doesn't he?
WC: 1.9k
Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), pure breeding kink, unprotected p in v, masturbation (m & f), mention of ovulation and periods, voyeurism if you squint, rockstar!Eddie Munson, established relationship
A/N: a collaboration with the love of my life @corroded-hellfire, based on the song Juno by Sabrina Carpenter.
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Eddie Munson may have failed a few classesâthere was a reason he had three senior yearsâbut sex ed wasnât one of them. He learned how to use a condom, that girls could get pregnant their first time, and the difference between a pad and a tampon (living with his Uncle Wayne kept that conversation at bay.)
But the lesson Eddie recalls now is that ovulation occurs about seven days after your last period. Which, according to the pocket calendar he keeps stashed away during touring, is today.Â
It isnât like he asks about your cycle, but when he calls from the road, youâll mention when you have cramps or youâve just taken a Midol. At first, he tracked your periods so he could make sure the house had a plethora of chocolate during that awful week, but then he began noticingâŚother patterns.Â
Two months ago, youâd initiated phone sex, whining about how badly you needed him inside you, needed his cum, needed his cum inside you. Last month, youâd cheekily informed him that youâd snapped some Polaroids earlier that day and had express-mailed them to his hotel roomâphotos that were for his eyes only. Both of those instances occurred two weeks after your period ended.Â
This month, Eddie refused to be apart from you when your desire took over.Â
Thatâs how he finds himself ditching the End of Tour party, coming home a day early to surprise you. Itâs been months without you, months stuck in close proximity with Gareth, Jeff, and Grant. If Eddie doesnât get his hands on you soon, he might implode.Â
âBabe?â
No answer.Â
Eddie frowns, taking the winding stairs two at a time. The light in your bedroom is on, the door slightly ajar. A soft humming comes from inside, the noise interrupted every so often with your unrestrained moans.Â
He canât help but listen for a moment.Â
âEddieâŚf-fuckâŚright thereâŚâ
If he hadnât been away for so long, he might have let you enjoy your solo time. Maybe heâd secretly rub one out to your sweet sounds. A high keening sound robs Eddie of his thoughts as he slips his own hand into his pants.Â
His mind is blank, no memory of the thoughts that were just floating through his consciousness. Now, thereâs only the sound of your breathy moans and the way his fingers wrap around the base of his cock.Â
âEddie,â you whine pathetically, âneed you to fill me up, baby. Please, please, please.â
As if his body is running on autopilot in response to what you just said, Eddie removes his hand from his pants and pushes the bedroom door fully open. Your head is thrown back and your eyes are closed in pleasure so you donât see your boyfriend as he stalks closer to the bed.
âNeed your cum, Eddie,â you whimper, body trembling with want.Â
âDonât worry, sweetheart,â Eddie coos softly, loud enough so you know heâs there, but not enough to scare you or ruin the mood. âIâll give you everything you want.â
Your eyes fly open at the sound of that sultry voice. The mood in the room begs for you to keep going, to keep working your fingers in and out of your needy hole as Eddie rips his shirt off over his head. But your curiosity is too strong to keep at bay, even with the neediness surging through you.
âE-Eddie?â you ask through labored breath. âWhatâre you doing home?â
âSkipped out early so I could be with my girl.â
Eddie undoes the buckle on his belt, his eyes locked on yours the entire time. âAnd itâs a good thing I did. I canât have my pretty princess all needy for me like this. Let me help you, baby.â Eddie gets the handcuffs off his belt and hangs them on his index finger as he approaches the door of the bed. A dark eyebrow quirks up as he gives you a smirk. âNow that Iâm home with these, sweetheart, you donât need to use those pink fuzzy ones you keep in the drawer.â
âPlease,â you whimper.
That one little word is all Eddie needs to hear before he kicks his jeans off and quickly shuffles out of his boxers. He kicks them somewhere to be found at a later time and kneels on the foot of the bed.Â
Your dark, lust filled eyes follow his every movement.Â
âEds, can youââ
Eddie grins, already pressing kisses along your inner thighs to your core. âBaby, you donât gotta tell me what to do. I know this body better than I know my own.â
With that, his tongue finds your clit, licking and sucking with excruciating precision. His ringed fingers wrap around your thighs, pulling them over his shoulders and tugging you close.Â
He breathes in, inhaling your scent like itâs a god-sent nectar.Â
âMissed my pretty girl and her pretty pussy,â he mumbles into you. âSo fuckinâ perfect.â
Your leg twitches as he laps at you, a mixture of his saliva and your arousal pooling beneath you. The noises youâre making are involuntary and straight up obscene.Â
âEddieâŚEddieâŚoh my god, Eddie!â Throwing your head back, you feel your body tense in anticipation of that delicious release. Your orgasm is a tidal wave, crashing over you in a way you hadnât experienced since Eddie had left for the tour.Â
Eddie sits back now, rocking on his heels. âStill got it, huh?â His grin is proud and slick with your sheen.Â
âDefinitely.â
âGood.â He presses his palms to his thighs and stands up, giving you a better view of his own desire.Â
Pre-cum leaks from his tip, his cock rock-hard just from eating you out. You have a strong suspicion that if youâd taken any longer to finish, he wouldâve busted before you.Â
You want to take him in your mouth, to glide your tongue over the prominent vein and knead his balls until youâre swallowing his load.Â
Eddie, however, can only focus on one thing.Â
âHeard my pretty girl wants me to fill her up,â he coos. âIs that true? Do you want me to fill you up until my cum drips out of you?â
To his surprise, you shake your head no.Â
âDonât want it to drip out of me. I want to keep all of it inside.â
The groan that emanates from Eddieâs throat fuels a fire in your belly. His cock twitches, the head tapping against his navel.Â
âSounds like you want me to claim you. Permanently.â Not just the hickeys that fade within a few days. No, you want him toâ
Without hesitating, Eddie climbs onto the bed and positions himself on top of you.Â
âAllow me the honors, sweetheart.â Eddie drags the tip of his cock through your wet center and pushes in with a groan. âFuck, thassit. Feels even better than I remember.â
You gripped his biceps, relishing in the gentle stretch of him within you. Every tour felt like an eternity, but that first time together each time he came home was worth the wait.Â
âNow,â Eddie growled into your ear as he found his pace, âtell me what you want. Tell me what you need from me.â
You scrounge up a reply with the sliver of your mental capacity that isnât focused on him. âYour baby.â
Eddie smiles, kissing down your jawline. âYou need my baby, huh? Need me to put a baby in this cute belly of yours?â
âMhm. Need that s-so bad, Eddie. Please.â The words tumble from your lips in utter desperation. All you can think about is having his baby, his hands caressing your bump, knowing that heâs the reason youâre pregnant.Â
âGoddamn,â Eddie hisses. He buries his head in your neck. âBeg for my baby some more.â
You arch your back, letting him wrap his arm around your waist. âPlease give me your baby. Pleasepleasepleaseââ
His fingers grip you harder, his movements becoming more erratic with each thrust. You can feel his fingernails digging crescents into your skin.Â
âThere we go, sweet girl. Fuck, âm closeâŚâ
You nod, too enraptured in him to even utter the words âme, too.â All you can manage are a few strangled moans as your orgasm washes over you. Your body is light with pleasure, drifting away on a cloud of contentment.Â
âEddie.â The sound of his name on your lips tips him over the edge. Itâs just the way you say it, all breathy and soft, that drives him wild.Â
With a final groan, Eddie spills into you. âOh, sh-shitâŚthatâs it. Take it. Take my cum, baby.â There was a primal edge to every word.Â
Both spent from all your exertion, Eddie flops down next to you and the only sounds are two ragged breaths as you both attempt to control your breathing.Â
Once your bodies have calmed down a bit, Eddie turns on his side and splays one large hand across your lower abdomen. His warm palm is a comforting weight, one that has your eyes slipping closed and a smile coming to your face.Â
âYouâre home early,â you finally say.
Eddie chuckles and leans in to press a lingering kiss to your shoulder.
âMissed you. Didnât wanna go to some dumb party if you werenât going to be there.â He presses another kiss a little higher on your shoulder. âEspecially not when youâre ovulating.â
Your heavy eyes open and you let your head fall to the side, coming face to face with your boyfriend.
âHowâd you know I was ovulating?â
âI remember when you got your period,â he says. âJust some simple math. I may not have been able to pass geometry, but this kind of math I can do.â
A soft chuckle emanates from your chest and you fully turn on your side to face him. Eddie wastes no time pulling you flush up against his chest, his strong arms winding around you.
âCame here with a mission to knock me up, huh?â you tease, nuzzling your face against the side of his neck.Â
âSeemed like an easy decision.â Eddie presses a kiss to the top of your head. âYou want to be carrying my baby. I want to get you pregnant. Little Munson Junior wants to be born. Everyone wins.â
You laugh as you bury your face against his shoulder.Â
âWould love to have a little you,â you say.Â
âNah, I hope they look like you,â Eddie says. âOne of you is already unbearably cute, I canât wait to have two.â
âCanât wait to snuggle them,â you say, a lazy smile spreading on your face at the thought. âYou, me, and a little baby.â
âOur little baby,â Eddie adds.
âHopefully this one took,â you say.
âEither way Iâm prepared. If youâre not, Iâm more than willing to fuck you every waking moment until it sticks. If you areâŚwell, I may have picked up a few pregnancy tests on the way home,â Eddie admits.
âYou didnât.â You look up at your boyfriend, a gleeful chuckle following your words.
âHell yeah, I did. Corroded Coffinâs latest album and tour are over and done with. Itâs time you and I had our own little collaboration.â
âI like the sound of that,â you hum. âWe make pretty sweet music together.â
âOh, we absolutely do.âÂ
Eddie waggles his eyebrows roguishly before resting his forehead against yours. âBut tonight,â he murmurs mischievously, âIâm hoping to hear some screamo.âÂ
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eddie munson x fem!reader
A quiet night at home turns into something else entirely when Eddie Munson shows up to deliver your pizza.
Isnât this how all mediocre pornos great love stories start?
18+ MDNIâ8.1k
cw: light alcohol/weed use, discussions of poor sex-periences, bed sharing, down bad eddie, fingering/oral (fem receiving)
I edged myself a little with this, itâs like a 7:1 ratio of fluff to smut with nothing but tensionnn in between. Just how I like it.
You didnât mind being alone. Not really.
Truth be told, you kind of preferred a nice quiet night to yourself every now and again. It gave you a chance to read without interruption; to watch a long stretch of episodes of your favorite show you had seen a hundred times before; to indulge in a lengthened version of your skincare routine.
But lately youâd been having a lot of quiet nights.
Winter had settled fully in Hawkins, the frigid weather and barrage of storms lately making it difficult to go out at night or do much of anything other than sit inside and count the walls. And with Robin gone for the whole weekend, the relentless silence of your apartment only made it worse.
You made an honest effort to remedy the situationâsending a handful of texts to anyone you thought might be available, only to come up empty. Nancy and Jonathan were out celebrating some anniversary. Steve had a date with whatever girl he had conned into thinking he was charming enough to go out with this week. And Chrissy was fully buried underneath her coursework, but she âcould definitely do something next week!â
So that was that. You knew Argyle was working his usual shift, so you hadnât bothered to text him. Instead, dialing the number for Surfer Boy as you resolved to drown your sorrows in a pizza loaded with all the toppings Robin always gagged at whenever you suggested them.
It was impossible for you not to beam when the man himself answered, the roughness in his voice indicating he was currently surrounded by a fresh cloud of his beloved Purple Palm Tree Delight.
He was now managing the franchiseâs first and only midwest location they decided to open after the California chain started recording a deluge of calls from Indiana and assumed it must be some sort of untapped market. Come to find out, the people in Hawkins were just calling the number on the side of Argyleâs bright yellow van theyâd seen riding around town.
âThatâs all?â he chortled at your order. âOne small pizza? Are you and Buckley planning some kinda Battle Royale fight to the death or something?â
âSheâs gone for the weekend,â you explained.
âOh, really? All by your lonesome then, are you?â
His typically gravelly tone was tinged with a hint of mischief, but you didnât pay it much mind. This was Argyle, after all. You knew him well enough by now not to try and decode anything that went on inside that wonderfully weird head of his.
âWell, with you at work thereâs no one to keep me company, is there?â you teased, putting on a flirty affectation you just knew would make him blush.
âBaby doll, Iâll close up shop right now!â
His deep and throaty laugh made you giggle along with him as he relayed your order to the kitchen staff and then came back on the line to assure you that it would be there âlemony split.â
With dinner ordered, you started to assemble some essentials for your wild night on the sofaâ oversized blanket, extra snacks, a small arsenal of face masks and serums. You even splurged a bit and lit one of your nicer candles, the fresh scent of bergamot filling up your living room as you headed into the kitchen to clean up.
About half-way through you doing your dishes came the soft tread of footsteps on the stairwell outside, followed by a bouncy and rhythmic knock being rapped on your front door.
âOne sec,â you called out, shaking the remnants of soapy water from your hands and drying them on the thighs of your sweatpants.
Your hand closed around the door knob and you yanked it open only to be bombarded by a head of dark, wild curls and a pair of deep brown eyes that instantly made your mind go blank.
âWhat are you doing here?â
The words just burst out of you, sounding far harsher than you intended, and Eddie Munsonâs lips twitched with the beginnings of a smirk as he looked you up and down.
âNice to see you, too,â he chortled. âThat how you greet everyone who brings you your dinner?â
Your gaze fell to the pizza box he held in his hands that you had missed entirely, too distracted by his eyes and his nose and his lips and those cute little dimples in his cheeks. Not to mention his stupid big hands with his stupid long fingers that were wrapped around your dinnerâŚ
âSorry,â you said, squishing your eyes shut and shaking your head as though it would wipe away your lustful thoughts like an etch-a-sketch. âI just wasnât expecting you. Or, umâŚI meant, I didnât know you worked at Surfer Boy.â
âItâs a new gig,â Eddie said, his smile filled with as much wily charm as ever as he handed over the box. âArgyle convinced me to come on board. Decent hours and the moneyâs good.â
âOhâŚsweet.âÂ
You nodded back at him and prayed you didnât sound half as awkward as you felt. With one hand, you balanced the pizza box on your hip while the other reached for the cash youâd set out earlier on the little table by your door. But a frown covered your face as you glanced between the bills and the box you were holding that looked quite a bit bigger than it should have been.
âSomething wrong?â Eddie asked. âAw, shitâwe didnât fuck up the toppings, did we?â
âNo, no, nothing like that,â you assured. âItâs just, I only ordered a small and this oneâs a large.â
âOh, yeah. Arg had them change it after he rang it in. He just wanted you to have some extra.â
You chuckled, âReally? I donât know why, itâs just me tonight.â
âNo Buckley?â
Eddieâs brows raised slightly, disappearing behind his twisty bangs as he looked past you inside your apartment. You swayed slightly, in an attempt to block his view of the little couch nest youâd built for yourself. His gaze returned to yours, eyes flickering with something like intrigue.
âYouâre flying solo, then?â he asked.
âPretty much. I mean, I called around a bit and everyone was busy. SoâŚyeah.â
He tilted his head at you. âYou didnât call me.â
âOhâŚâ
Eddieâs lips quirked in a smile that actually made your breath catch. He didnât sound offended, not like he was accusing you of anything. But his soft voice and the feigned (it was feigned, wasnât it?) look of disappointment on his face made your chest radiate with warmth.
The truth was, you would have loved to call Eddie. You had actually hovered over his contact info in your phone more times than you cared to admit, only to keep chickening out at the last second.
âW-well, youâre working tonight,â you reasoned. âSo, we couldnât have hung out anyway.â
âActually⌠Argyle cut me early,â Eddie said. âTurned out to be a slower night than he thought, so he said I could call it quits after this delivery.â
Oh. Oh.Â
âWell, do youâŚâ You swallowed hard, trying to bring some relief to your throat that had run dry. âI mean, did you wanna have dinner? Apparently, Iâve got plenty of food.â
Another weak chuckle trickled out of you as you held up the pizza box, telling yourself it must be the heat of the pie within making your palms sweat the way they were. Eddieâs dark eyes actually danced under the harsh fluorescent lights of your buildingâs breeze-through.
âThatâd be great,â he said, flashing you a smile that made your knees wobble. âWayneâs gone this weekend too. Trailerâs kind of lonely without him.â
âOkay! Uh, come on in.â
The sudden shrillness of your voice made you cringe inwardly as you stepped sideways for him to pass, but he didnât seem to notice. Or at least he acted like he didnât. He simply smiled as he came inside, pausing to toe off his boots and shuck off his leather jacket at the door.
Heâd clearly dressed for the heat of Surfer Boyâs kitchen and not the bitter wind howling outside, clad only in a red and black flannel over a gray tank that seemed to cling to his lean frame as if by static electricity alone. His ratty black jeans taunted you with flashes of pale skin peeking through the holes in the knees and the smell of oregano filled your nose as he fluffed up his hair.
He looked a lot better than you didâparticularly when you were in your lounge clothes, which werenât exactly fetching.
Baggy and oversized, worn threadbare in more than a few places from multiple wears. Splattered with a myriad of tiny mystery stains no amount of washing could get out.
Nothing to be done about it now, you supposed.
Eddie had been to your place plenty of times for parties and movie nights, but that had always been with other people around.
Never just you. Never the two of you alone.
That realization and the nerves it induced made the back of your neck unbearably hot as you set the pizza on the coffee table and headed for the kitchen to retrieve plates and napkinsâall of the dignified and civilized things youâd have to use now that you had an audience.
And alcohol. Definitely, definitely needed alcohol if you were gonna even attempt to be normal.
âYou want a beer?â you asked from the fridge.
Eddie nodded as he followed into the kitchen and leaned against the cabinetry. His totally calm and casual demeanor only made you more anxious, your chest getting tight and your hands shaking as you pried the caps off two beers. You clinked your bottle against his and took a long draught, heart racing as you stared at the ceiling.
Chill the fuck out, you scolded yourself. Heâs just a guy. Itâs just pizza. Itâs no big deal, itâs noâ
âYou okay?â Eddie asked, making your runaway train of thought come to a screeching halt.
âYeah, totally,â you lied through your teeth. âUm⌠I guess I was fully in hermit mode already. I really didnât expect to see anyone tonight.â
Let alone you, you finished internally.
âSorry about that,â Eddie said. âI didnât mean to, like, crash your whole evening.â
âNo, noâitâs not like that at all,â you stammered, the words tumbling out of you in a rush. âIâm glad youâre here, really. Itâs nice to have company.â
âYeah? Okay, good.â He smiled into another sip of his beer. âIâm glad Iâm here too.â
Your lips spread into a smile that mirrored his and a sort of quiet warmth passed between you. You found yourself staring into his eyes, holding his gaze until it flickered down your body.
He studied you in that soul-plundering way of his that made you feel all light and tingly all over.
âHere, you should have this back,â he said all of a sudden, âI feel kind of weird keeping it.â
You looked down just as he tugged the money youâd paid him with out of his pocket. He held it out to you, only to find your hand already pushing it back, fingers briefly closing over his fist.
âEddie, no. No way,â you scoffed. âDonât be silly.â
He opened his mouth to protest, but you fixed him with a warning glareâa pretty withering one if you did say so yourself. One that made him nod reluctantly and sigh softly in defeat.
âAlright, at least let me contribute something,â he said, returning the cash to his pocket and instead producing a fat, pristinely rolled joint. Argyleâs handiwork, you were all but certain.
You grinned and clinked your bottle with his.Â
âDone.â
Beers and plates and joint in hand, you and Eddie headed over to the sofa only for you to stop short when you remembered your former plans for the evening. He watched curiously as you cleared the table, your stomach even more unruly now with half a beer sloshing around inside of it.
âWhatâs all this?â he asked, indicating the various packets and bottles. You laughed nervously.
âItâs just skin stuff. I was gonna do a face mask while I watched a movieâŚbecause thatâs just the rock and roll kinda lifestyle I lead.â
Your jittery attempt at a joke only made Eddieâs own smile widen as he plucked one of the packets from your grasp and held it up to read the label.
âCan I do one?â he asked.
You choked back another laugh, brow arching at him in disbelief. âDo you want to?â
âKind of, yeah,â he chortled. âThey look kinda like potions or something. Seems like fun.â
You rolled your shoulder in a shrug. âThen knock yourself out,â you said.Â
And he did.
Eddie plopped himself down at one end of the sofa and ripped into the package heâd selected. It was branded as a âunicornâ mask, which really just meant it was made out of shiny, holographic paper that shone with rainbows when the light hit it. He admired the swirling colors briefly and then set about laying the mask over his face, his head suddenly turning to catch you staring.
âAm I beautiful yet?â he asked, playfully fluttering his long lashes at you.
You already were.
The thought popped into your head so quickly you almost said it out loud and you had to bite back the comment, your pulse starting to race all over again. You pressed your lips together as you nodded and focused all your attention on placing a pair of gel patches under your own eyes.
Eddie watched you tap them into place, smiling. âYou do this a lot?â he asked.
âEvery couple weeks or so. More often in the winter because the cold really fucks with my skin. Obviously.â You gestured at your face and sighed.
âI never noticed,â he said with a gentle shake of his head. âAlways looks nice to me.â
The compliment made your face burn in spite of the cooling aloe patches and you shook your head, the tingling in your cheeks only increasing the longer his eyes lingered on you. With shaky hands, you reached for the remote and started flipping through the channels while Eddie dug into the pizza. The both of you hummed excitedly in unison as you landed on an old horror flick just as the opening credits had started to roll, the decision of what to watch made easy.
As you set the remote down and reached for your own slices, realizing Eddie had plated up two and placed them down in front of you, you couldnât stop your eyes from dating sideways to look at him once more. But the moment you did, a loud laugh burst out and you had to slap a hand over your mouth to try and stifle itâfailing miserably.
He had his tongue stretched out as far as it would go, the pink muscle wiggling wildly as he tried to guide the end of his pizza into his mouth through the too-small opening of his mask.
âHang on, hang on,â you said, taking some mercy on him. âLet me help you.â
âI donât know what youâre talking about,â he scoffed, âIâm doing great over here.â
It only made you laugh harder watching Eddie as he kept trying to eat, now clumsily flicking out his tongue like a drunken chameleon and grimacing when he tasted some of the product on his mask.
He stilled, though, as you scooted onto the center cushion and began to further tear the slits around his mouth, your fingers trembling as they brushed the corners of his plush lips.
Too late, you realized how close your face had gotten to his. Your eyes nearly crossed you were staring at him so hard, trapped in his hypnotic gaze as his enormous eyes locked on yours. The deep brown, almost black, of them only looked more otherworldly like this, surrounded by swirls of silver and rainbows like he was some kind of alien or android. Blinking dumbly, as if coming out of a trance, you pulled your hands away.
âUmâŚbetter?â you asked, eyes darting away from his face and almost instantly returning.
Eddie tested how far he could unhinge his jaw, stretching his mouth open as far as he could, unencumbered by the chin portion of his mask. He brought his slice up to take a massive bite.
âPerfect,â he said, grinning widely through a mouthful of cheese and sauce.
You actually did manage to relax at least slightly the longer the night wore on, helped immensely by the joint Eddie lit and offered to you to take the first hit. It passed leisurely between you, each of your inhales making it easier to deal with the idea that your lips were basically touching his.
Another movie started up after the one you first put on finished, but you made no move towards the remote. Your body felt warm and relaxed from the high, limbs melding into the sofa cushions like you were becoming part of them.
And Eddie too seemed perfectly happy to spend his night exactly where he was. His unicorn mask sat discarded on top of his pizza crusts and heâd shifted down in his seat, knees spreading wide and filling your mind withâŚthoughts.
You kept expecting him to make some excuse to leave, freaked out that heâd caught you looking at him just a few too many times for comfort.
But he never did.
âI think this is the last of it,â Eddie said, staring at the tiny smoldering nub pinched between his thumb and forefinger.
âTake it, itâs yours,â you smiled, letting your head squish against the back of the couch.Â
Eddie shook his head. âCâmon, now,â he grinned back at you. âSharing is caring.â
He crooked his fingers, motioning for you to move in closer as he brought the joint up to his lips and steadily inhaled the last hit. He shifted onto the center cushion and you mirrored his movement, his knee bumping your calf lightly as you tucked your feet beneath you, toes wiggling nervously.
With his free hand, he gently cupped the side of your face and tilted your head to the side as his own lips parted and you leaned together.Â
A stream of smoke poured out of him and you breathed it in, holding it in your chest for a few moments before you exhaled it back at him. He smiled as your breath fanned over his face, his dimples showing as his cheeks pushed up fully. The sight made your own smile spread, pulling your bottom lip back with your teeth as his thumb softly caressed your jaw.
His lips parted again, a whisper of your name falling off them, sounding like a foreign language.Â
You inhaled deeply again, trying to steady your racing heart, your whole body suddenly tingling in a way that was distinctly different from the way it did from the high. It didnât do any good, though, not when Eddieâs head lifted slightly and you swore his eyes started to closeâ
A loud BEEP made you jump away, the moment shattered by your phone getting a text.
You instantly felt the loss of Eddieâs hand where it had been holding you, cold now in spite of all the blood currently coursing beneath your skin. You turned and fumbled about for your phone as it beeped again, almost more insistently.
Eddie retreated to his end of the sofa and you gave your head another forcible shake, trying to rid yourself of the shivers running rampant over your body. Whatever you imagined was just about to happen was surely not going toâthe weed had to have your mind playing tricks on you.
âUgh.â
The sound popped out unconsciously, irritation flaring just at the sight of the name attached to the message and making you recoil before you even opened it to see what it said.
âJeez,â Eddie smirked at your distasteful noise, giving you a sly look. âWhoâs that?â
âNobody,â you sighed, rolling your eyes. âJust some guy I went out with a few times.â
Eddie sputtered slightly on the sip of beer heâd just taken, a dusting of pink spreading across his cheeks and his eyes rounding slightly as he wiped his palm on the thigh of his jeans.
âOh. Do I, umâŚdo I need to, like, make myself scarce or something?â
A bitter laugh burst out at the implication and you started to shake your head a little too hard. âAhh, no,â you told him flatly, âNot at all.â
Eddieâs shoulders relaxed, his smile returning, seeming almost a little pleased to hear that.
âHow come?â he asked with a teasing smile, nodding at the rest of your skincare on the table. âYou donât wanna get him over here? Get him all nice and moisturized?â
âIâm good,â you assured, clicking off your phone and silencing it before laying it face down on the table. âNot exactly in the mood to beg someone to go down on me tonight, soââ
âBeg?â Eddie scoffed, taking another swig of his beer. âWho has to be begged to do that?â
Your gaze darted sideways, eyeing him curiously.Â
âUhhâŚall of them? In my experience, most guys arenât all that into it. You know?â
âNo, not really,â he said, shrugging his shoulders. âI fuckinâ love it.â
Your own drink stopped half-way to your lips and you chanced another glance at him. Your voice went quiet. Meeker than you would have liked. Lacking all the frankness with which he spoke.
âYouâŚyou do?â
âWell, yeah,â he said. âI mean, making a girl come on your tongue is likeâŚâ
He trailed off into silence, looking up at the ceiling as he searched for the right word, but youâd jumped back in before he could find it.
âYou make them come? JustâŚjust from that?â
âAhhâŚâ Eddie faltered now, staring at his lap and picking at the label on his beer with his thumb nail. âNot always. It depends on the girl. But, I dunnoâŚmaybe, like, ninety percent of the time?â
âJesus Christ,â you gasped, eyes rounding with embarrassment when you realized you said it out loud. Beside you, Eddie shifted in his seat on the couch, turning himself towards you.
âDo you not come when they go down on you?â
You blinked back at him, almost too stunned to speak. âWellâŚno. They arenât usually down there that long. I mostly just need it because the spit helps when Iâm not wet.â
Holy shit. That weed must have been way stronger than you realized for these words to be spilling out of you like they were. Cheeks officially a raging inferno, you focused every speck of your attention on the movie flickering on the TV.
Eddieâs eyes never left your face, though. His expression only softened as he stared at you, his words coming out in a hushed whisper.
âOh, sweetheartâŚâ
Your face only burned hotter from the way he said it. Itâs not exactly pity in his tone, or filling his eyes, itâs more likeâŚdisappointment.
Disappointment in who, you werenât entirely sure. And you sure as shit werenât going to let this go on long enough to find out.
âIâm sorry, I donât know how we got on this,â you said. âThis is way too much information for you.â
âNo, no, thatâs not what Iââ
Eddieâs hand started to reach out for you, but you were already on your feet.Â
Scrambling to gather up your soiled plates and desperate to look anywhere besides at him, you hurried into the kitchen to start cleaning up. The weed in your system was starting to turn on you, making your mind run rampant with competing thoughts, the most persistent of them being an echo of Eddieâs voice, hearing the same four words over and over and over again.
I fuckinâ love it.
Just the memory of him saying them made your stomach swoop and your core flutter, your hands shaking as you reached to turn on the tap.
âCan I just ask you one more thing?â
Eddieâs voice behind you made your shoulders tense, but you forced them to remain stillâtrying to look relaxed. The plates in your hands clinked against the sink basin as you set them down and turned slowly, resting your butt on the edge of the counter as you nodded at him.
He moved forward tentatively, setting down the beer bottles heâd brought from the living room.
âDo you like going down on guys?â
Your mouth fell open at the question and you had to quickly snap it shut. âUmâŚyeah,â you said after clearing your throat. âI like it fine.â
Truth be toldâŚyou really did like it. And with the right partner, you kind of loved it.
There was a kind of satisfaction you got watching even the most confident and charismatic guys be reduced to a simpering pile of putty as soon as your mouth came anywhere near their cock.
It was an intoxicating sort of power you felt when you drew the most desperate and eager sounds out of themâlike when a guy slid into your mouth for the first time and just groaned in relief, like he had never felt anything as good as you in his life.
âOkay, then,â Eddie grinned, his eyes flickering as he watched your face. âSo the person youâre with should like it too, right? He shouldnât do it just because he has to. He should do it because he wants to make you feel good. The same way you want him to feel good.â
He took slow, careful steps forward as he spoke, the distance between you getting smaller with each. You felt your chest start to heave, trying to keep the furious pounding of your heart under control as Eddieâs body drew nearer.
He came to a stop in front of you, brown eyes trained on the space between your nose and chin. He licked his lips, running the flat of his tongue over the bottom one like he was imagining it was your own. Saliva flooded your mouth and you swallowed it down, lips trembling as they parted.
You thought you might be sick with anticipation, waiting for the touch of his mouth on yours. Because he was gonna kiss you, right?Â
God, did you want him to kiss youâŚ
Your grasp curled under the lip of the counter, nails digging into the wood beneath the laminate. Eddieâs eyes broke from yours, flitting down to see your hands clenched, like you were trying to rip off a chunk of it. His brow furrowed slightly and he took a step back, the absolute deflation you felt as he stepped away making your whole body slump as the tension flooded out of it.
It was so overwhelming, you had to look away, eyes landing on the clock over the stove.
âOh, shit!â you gasped, making Eddieâs head jump back up. âIs it really that late?â
Midnight had come and gone according to the glowing green numbers without you so much as noticing. Eddie swallowed hard, his mouth falling open like he wanted to say something else, but no words came out. Instead, he busied himself with getting the emptied bottles heâd set down and tossing them in the recycling bin.
âI, umâŚI should get out of your hair,â he sighed, ringed hand rubbing the back of his neck.
You werenât totally sure what possessed you to say what you did next. Something about the sight of his frowning face, the corners of his lips turned down in confusion or even disappointment, it was hard to say which. All you could think was that you didnât want him to leave.
âYou donât have to,â you said suddenly.
Eddieâs stopped short and his spine straightened, his head turning slowly towards you like he wasnât convinced he really just heard those words come out of your mouth. You shot him a small smile.Â
âYou can stay overâŚif you want.â
He stared back at you, doe eyes blinking at you in surprise. âReally?â he asked.
âYeah, of course,â you said, trying not to sound like your vocal chords were in a vice. âThe roads are shit and itâs late. I meanâŚitâs only if you want. You certainly donât have toââ
âNo, no, no, that-that would be great, actually,â he said, the words tumbling out in a rush. He took a steadying breath and smiled as his eyes met yours again. âIâd really like that.â
With the sort of energy that would make a hummingbird jealous, you bustled around the apartment gathering a spare pillow and an extra blanket for Eddie while he brushed his teeth in the bathroom. You carried them over to the couch, hugging the linens tight to your chest.Â
You thought about how they might smell like him in the morning. How he might wake up with his hair all big and messy from sleep, his eyes half-lidded with crust in the corners, his boxers slung low on his narrow hips, the small trail of hair that swirled just below his navel on displayâ
âThanks,â Eddie said, making you jump when you realized he was behind you.Â
Your heartbeat thundered in your eardrums as you turned around and held the linens out to him. His fingers met yours among the folds and you nearly jumped out of your skin at the contact.
âN-no problem,â you said, averting your gaze again as you headed down the short hallway.
You hovered at your bedroom door, glancing back over your shoulder at Eddie as he flicked off all of the lights except the one on the end table, peeling away his flannel to reveal his sinewy arms littered with tattoos. The sight made your cheeks pulse in time with your heartbeat. Among other things.
âGood night,â you said.Â
Eddieâs head snapped up and he stared at you for a brief moment, his eyes running up and down your body, his bottom lip between his teeth like he was deep in thought about something.
âGood night,â he said finally. âSleep tight.â
In bed, sleep evaded you.Â
You lay there, splayed wide in the center of your mattress, arms and legs stretched out across the rumpled sheets youâd gotten yourself twisted up in too many times to count as youâd turned over and over and over and over, searching for a comfortable position. Finding none.
Any attempt at settling down for the night was impossible when you couldnât shake thisâŚthis⌠incessant, obstinate, unrelenting need calling out for satisfaction. It was like your body could sense that Eddie was in the next room and was refusing sleep in favor of filling your mind with thoughts of what could happen, of what he might be doing, if you just went out there and went for it.
What if you did? Just strode down the hall and climbed on top of him in the dark? Whipped off your sleep shirt to bare yourself and let his hands and lips roam freely all over you? You could just about feel the cold bite of his rings on your skin, you were thinking about it so much.
The conversation youâd had earlier kept running through your head, his words still echoing in your mind and making you throb everywhere.Â
I fuckinâ love it, heâd said. Blatantly. Plainly. Like it should be obvious. But youâd never heard anyone express that kind of affinity for eating a girl out.
The majority of the guys youâd been with, those who had been willing to do it at all, only seemed to be doing so under duress or out of obligation. Or worse, they spent the exact bare minimum amount of time down there in order to get you going, only to stop short, and wasted no time redirecting the focus to their pleasure.
Then, of course, they had all the time in the world.
It was hard to say why, but there was something about Eddie wanting to do itâeven being eager to do so, that only made him hotter.
You huffed loudly and pushed the heels of your hands against your eyes, forfeiting the staring contest you were locked in with your ceiling.
This was so stupid. You were getting yourself all worked up, and over what? Eddie was most likely balls deep in a REM cycle by now, and if you went out there and made some kind of ill-conceived âmoveâ on him there was absolutely, positively, no chance in hell he would everâ
Knock knock knock
The gentle raps on your door made you bolt upright in bed. They were so quiet, you thought maybe you might have dreamed them, painfully awake as you were. But then they sounded again, this time accompanied by Eddieâs hushed voice tentatively calling out your name.
âYeah?âÂ
Your eyes zeroed in on your door knob, waiting with bated breath for it to turn, but Eddie spoke again before he dared to even touch it.
âHey, umâŚcan I come in?â he asked.
You tugged your sheets upwards, covering your exposed thighs as you inhaled a deep bracing breath. âS-sure,â you said, still despising the nervous way your voice wavered.
The door finally cracked open and Eddie poked his head in. A little sliver of light from the hallway illuminated your room and you could see his curls were now tied up in a bun, sitting low on his neck with a few short tendrils framing his face. It made it so that you could actually see his ears and you realized for the first time they were kind of cute.Â
How the fuck could ears be so cute?
âSorry to bug you,â he whispered. âBut do you have an extra blanket or something? Itâs, umâŚit's kind of cold out there.â
âOh, shit,â you sighed in realization. âItâs probably the windows. One of them doesnât close right. Uh, yeah, just let meââ
You started to climb out of the bed, only to freeze as your foot hovered over the rug. The big shirt you had worn to sleep in was long, but not that long. The hem of it barely skimmed the bottom of your ass and if you stood up, you would basically be flashing Eddie your underwear.
Maybe it was okay? It would only be for a second. And it was mostly dark, maybe he wouldnât even notice? Or maybe you didnât need to get out of bed at allâŚ
âYou know, umâŚâ You licked your lips, daring yourself to look back up at Eddie. âYou could just sleep in here. If you want.â
Eddieâs eyes flickered at that, dark brown irises black in the low light, filling with something you couldnât quite place. Was it apprehension? Surprise? Excitement?
âYou sure?â he asked, his voice still hushed.
You swallowed hard as you drew your leg back underneath the warmth of the blanket, nodding at him to confirm, your teeth gnawing at the fleshy insides of your cheek as you did.
He entered the room fully, revealing how heâd stripped down to nothing but his tank top and a pair of blue checkered boxers. As he pushed the door closed behind him and crossed over to the opposite side of your bed, your heart threatened to beat straight out of your chest.Â
Your eyes briefly darted downwards only for you to avert them just as quicklyâtelling yourself it must be the dark playing tricks on you, making you think you saw his boxers were half-tented.
The mattress dipped as he settled into the bed with you and you felt a rush of heat that came off his body like a furnace as you both scooted down to lay flat. Your body was rigid as you resumed your staring contest with the ceiling, thundering heartbeat only picking up more speed when Eddie rolled over onto his side to look at you.
âCan you not sleep?â he asked, his voice coming out in a gentle rasp.
Your hair rustled against your pillow as you shook your head. âNo. You?â
âNope. Iâve, umâŚIâve been thinking about what we talked about,â he said slowly. âEarlier.â
You inhaled sharply, certain he had to be able to see the effect he had on you even in near pitch darkness. But was it really your imagination that you seemed to have a similar effect on him?
âYeah?â you whispered.
Eddie nodded, his eyes dropping to your mouth, the tip of his tongue swiping across his bottom lip to wet it as he spoke.
âI was wondering if I couldâŚif youâd like me toââ
âYes.â
The word all but flew out of you, filled with heat and need. And no sooner had you uttered it was he rolling on top of you, his body pressing against yours, his rapidly firming length prodding your heat through your panties. His lips descended on to yours, making every part of you heave in response to his touch. He actually moaned into your kiss, both your lips and his vibrating with the sound. Every part of him moved with yours in perfect harmony, every curve and bulge of his body finding a home against your own.
Itâs like youâre warm bread and heâs the butter, spreading smoothly across you and melting into your every crease and crevice.
âFuck, Iâve wanted this so long,â he panted out in between feverish kisses dotted along your neck, his teeth nipping at your racing pulse.
âReally?â
âGod, yes,â he groaned, his hands gliding over the length of your body. âI dreamed about touching youâŚhow youâd soundâŚwhat youâd taste likeâŚâ
âJesus Christ.â
You had never felt like this before, your very being thrumming with energy and ready to go off like a firecracker as soon as someone lit your match. You could have chalked it up to the weed, or to the beer, or to the fact that you hadnât been touched like this in so longâand even when you had been touched, it was nothing like this.
But ultimately you knewâŚthe real reason was him.
âFeel good?â Eddie asked, his pink lips curled up in a catlike smile as he rolled his hips forward, pressing them against you in a filthy grind that had your back arching off the bed.
âShit,â you gasped, breathless, âS-so good, Eddieâfuck.â
The way he was moving against you had your mind emptying rapidly. It was all you could do not to wrap your legs around his waist and squeeze him close to increase that sinful sweet pressure he was putting on your core. But Eddie was quick to give you more, pushing up on his hands so his hips married with yours and he could look down at the mess he was making of you.
âEddie, I want you to fuck me,â you whined, voice all high and desperate. âI need it, please.â
His original offer had officially flown out of your head. All you could think about right now was him being fully seated inside of you, his cock stroking your walls, his thrusts reaching deep. Heâd gotten you so wet just from kissing, him going down on you now was practically redundant.
âYou want my cock already, huh?â he teased you lowly, leaning in close again, the tip of his nose touching yours. âToo bad.â
His gentle mocking tone and the way he purred so softly made every atom in your body tremble. You stared up at him with your hips squirming trying to chase the friction you so desperately needed as he started to shuffle further down the bed, making you whimper at the loss.
âWhatâs wrong?â he chuckled at your pitiful little sound. âYou think Iâm being mean?â
You nodded back at him and his giant eyes glinted in the dark, his handsome face full of mirth and mischief as his chest rumbled with a laugh. The sound of it rippled down your spine, making it go instantly rigid and then slackening like the crack of a whip. Oh, you were in troubleâŚ
âWell, I am mean. And selfish too,â he gritted out, his fingers kneading at your waist, bunching the material of your t-shirt in his fists to pull it taught across your chest. âBecause Iâm gonna kiss this pussy all I wantâŚall night long, if I feel like it.â
With his words dripping thick and sweet from his lips, he shifted even further down on the bed with a practiced swivel of his hips. He kissed his way down your body, pushing up the hem of your shirt to reveal the bare expanse of your stomach and hips, groaning again as he caught a glimpse of the underside of your breasts.
âIâveâŚbeen waitingâŚway too longâŚto taste youâŚâ
His voice slipped back into that lower register as he placed a line of delicate kisses to your navel in between his words. His head dropped lower, lower, lower until he met the apex of your spread thighs. A soft moan escaped your lips as he laved his tongue over your clothed slit, licking through the thin barrier until his spit had soaked through the cotton to mix with your arousal.
âTake them off,â you gasped, raising your hips to help him.
If he had decided to tear them, to rip them right from your body, you wouldnât have minded in the slightest. But he curled his fingers around the elastic and dragged them down your legs, settling back on his calves to tug them off, the blunt edges of his fingernails raking lightly over your skin all the way to your ankles. It made gooseflesh bloom across every inch of you, all the way to your scalp as you pushed your head back into the pillow, so overwhelmed by the feeling.
He works infuriatingly slow. Teasing you, toying with you like itâs a big game. He kissed softly along your seam, nuzzling his face against your inner thighs, skimming his lips over your folds that are doused with your slick, not even bringing his tongue into play yet. It makes your clit just ache for him, the little bundle of nerves yearning for the attention he just won't give it.
Not yet.
Finally, finally, he placed one long kiss on your sensitive bead, popping off far too soon for your liking to murmur softly to you in the dark.
âCanât believe you had to beg that loser to do thisâŚIâd beg you just to let me do itâŚâ
âThen do it, Eddie,â you groaned, bunching the sheets in your fists. âPlease, please, just do itââ
Youâre almost crying now you want him so badly, the anticipation making your chest tighten and your lungs constrict. All the amusement drains from Eddieâs face as he looks at you, doe eyes shining like they held every star in the galaxy as he studied your pained expression.
âRelax for me, baby,â Eddie soothed in a steady whisper, his palm rubbing across your stomach. âIâm gonna take care of you, okay? I promise.â
Keeping your gaze locked on his, you nodded back at him and then closed your eyes to take the deepest breath you could manage. He watched you silently, studying the way your chest rose as you inhaled, and the way you held the breath in for a five count before you released.
And just as your breath crested, just as you felt the relief of the oxygen flowing throug your body, he fixed his lips around your clit and sucked.
The noise that he dragged out of you didnât even sound human. It was shock, it was calm, it was joy, it was confusion, it was elation, it was rage.
It was as though every emotion youâd ever felt in your whole life was thrown into a blender and that sound was the end result.
Your hips jumped, bucking into his face, but Eddie never faltered. He kept his hold on you, arms wrapped tight around your thighs to keep them spread open so he could continue to devour you. He didnât just go down on you, his mouth and tongue and chin and nose moved together in any and every possible direction until you yourself had forgotten which way was up.
It made you doubt your very existence. No way was this real. No way could anything feel this fucking good. And yet at the same time, it was too real. The tickle of his hair on your inner thigh, his hot breath fanning over your most private skin, the noises he made muffled by your pussy lips. Every visceral detail swirled together, rushing you headlong towards oblivion.
âThatâs it, thatâs it,â Eddie said hoarsely. âCome on my tongue for me, beautiful. I gotta have it.â
He pulled his lips from you, his fingers plunging easily inside your gushing center, crooking up to rub that spot you only ever dreamed of someone reaching. As you clenched around his digits and he could feel how close you were, his tongue returned to your folds in long and languid swipes that ended in fluttering flicks and swirls.
He does everything so carefully, so thoroughly, that the brink he brings you to feels more earned than anything youâve ever felt. Stars burst behind your rolled back eyes, tears squeezing out at the corners and spilling down your cheeks.
Your mouth fell open as you moaned in earnest abandon, chanting out his name in praise in between heaving breaths to gulp down air.
The aftershock seems to last longer than the orgasm itself, your legs twitching under Eddieâs firm grasp long after the explosive feeling had receded. He slid up to lay next to you, cradling you gently in his arms, out of breath himself as he watched you return to earth, his nose and mouth and chin all glistening with your spend.
âYou okay?â he asked, hopeful and earnest, his cocky bravado long since dissolved.
âSo good,â you gasped. âIt was incredible, Eddie. Holy shitâŚâ
His chest shook with a low laugh at your dazed expression. Your eyelids drooped, exhaustion trying to overtake you, but you forced it back. Suddenly filled with the urge to make him feel as good as you did, you let your hand drift toward his boxers, making his whole body shudder as your hand grazed across a damp spot there.
WaitâŚwas that? No, not a chance. No way did he come just from eating you out.
âEasy, killer,â Eddie chuckled, reaching down for your wandering hand and lacing his fingers with yours to gently tug it back up and kiss it. âWhat do you want in there, huh?â
âEddie, please,â you pouted up at him as your eyes fought to stay open. âI want more, I want to make you come too.â
âWe will,â he assured you, his fingertips gently trailing across your forehead, down your temple, along your jaw. âJust close your eyes for a minute. Then weâll do anything you want.â
The sigh you let out was a little huffy, but you couldnât deny how appealing it sounded to rest your eyesâjust for a minute. They start to flutter shut and the last thing you felt was Eddieâs warm breath on your ear as he leaned close to whisper,
âGood night, sweetheart.â
Sunlight came streaming through your blinds far too soon for your liking. Its warm rays splashed across your face as it rose in the sky and you withdrew reluctantly from your sleep.
A deep, blissful, fucked-out sleep like you hadnât had in years.
Everything came into focus slowly as you woke. The hum of the fan overhead pushing cool air down, the distant chirp of birds from the tree outside your windowâŚthe subtle weight of Eddieâs arm slung across your torso.
He was still asleep next to you, snoring softly with his face smashed into the lilacs printed on your pillowcase. You couldnât be sure if he had fallen asleep holding you or if he reached for you at some point during the night and never let go.
Either option was equally enthralling.
His hair had come loose from his bun, curls now big and frizzy around his face like a lionâs mane. And even in sleep, there was a look of quiet satisfaction on his face. Contentedness, like he was in the middle of a really good dream. You even let yourself believe you saw the slight curve of a smile on his plush lips, one you were sure matched your own.
You reached out a hand and gently touched the fringe obscuring his large forehead, brushing them back to reveal the thickness of his eyebrows and the dusting of freckles along his nose and cheeks. Fuck him, if he wasnât even prettier.
Moving carefully so as not to disturb his slumber, you rolled over onto your side and reached for your phone on the nightstand, looking for the time and instead finding a text from Argyle.
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This has been gathering dust in my drafts for a minute now.
Been feeling the lack of inspiration/motivation to write lately real hard, so it was nice to go back to something that I really enjoyed writing and had a lot of fun with.
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This piece contains 18+ content.
Pairing Eddie Munson x Female Reader [friends â lovers]
Summary Eddie holds good on his promise to take you out on a date, and as the night comes to a close, you realize youâre not ready to say goodbye [fluff, smut, 4.3k].
A/N This is the long-awaited continuation of come whatever may. You can read that first if you'd like, but enough context will be provided here. Spoiler alert: the sex is very soft, teasy, and desperate because theyâre in l-o-v-e. Haven't written smut in nearly two years, but I evoked the muses of times pastâand thus!...
PART 2
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Summer is long gone, but when you open the door to Eddie holding flowers, the warmth that rises to your cheeks makes it feel nearer than ever. Itâs a vibrant bouquet composed of white roses, red lilies, babyâs breath, and leafy foliage. The wrapper crinkles as he extends them to you with an easy smile and soft hello. Your eyes flick back up to his after admiring the delicate blooms.Â
Thereâs a healthy flush to his cheeks, his curls neat and defined. The black leather jacket heâs wearing clings to his slender frame with a polished edge. Under the weight of your gaze, he huffs out a chuckle that reminds you youâre still on earth.Â
âGonna let me in, sweetheart?â Charm drips from his voice and shimmers within his chocolate eyes.Â
Nodding, you shuffle backwards, allowing him to enter and push the door shut behind himself. As he steps further inside, you can feel his gaze sweeping over your outfit. An olive-green corduroy dress layered over a beige turtleneck thatâs soft against your skin. His smile grows, glinting bright enough for anyone to believe he just won the Lotto when, really, itâs just the pretty sight of you holding the flowers he bought.Â
âThese are beautiful.â You raise the bouquet, but Eddieâs eyes remain on you. Seeking refuge from his gaze, you tuck your nose down to inhale the sweet fragrance of the petals. âThey smell amazing too.âÂ
âThatâs all you, sweetheart.âÂ
You get shy when his eyes meet yours. âYou like my outfit and everything?âÂ
Eddie swallows back a degree of his earnestness so he doesnât sound too far gone. âOf course I do, are you kidding me?âÂ
Seemingly out of nowhere, Robin descends the staircase with a bag slung over her shoulder like sheâs prepared to leave, hair tied up in a messy bun. Given your parents were away in Indianapolis for the weekend, youâd asked her to come over and help you get ready so you wouldnât be alone.Â
Eddieâs eyes flick to her, clearing his throat. âDid you help her pick this out, Buckley?âÂ
âObviously,â she smirks. âNice hair.âÂ
âIt is really nice,â you agree with a soft smile. Eddie lifts a passive shoulder, chest fluttering.Â
âRob, do you think you couldâŚâ she takes the bouquet without you having to ask. The two of you had shuffled through the attic and dug out a vase earlier that afternoon.Â
Eddie had promised this date, along with flowers, a week ago when you slipped away from Steveâs party to be alone. That night, heâd kissed you in the heat of the moment but wanted to backtrack and do things right. You deserved that much.Â
The time youâve been looking forward to has finally come.Â
With your hands now free, the only thing you can think to do is wrap your arms around Eddie. The world goes still as he hugs you back, nerves quelling beneath your skin. For a moment, you merely enjoy the warmth of the same arms youâve been wrapped in countless times before. With your head tucked into his chest, enveloped by the faint scent of his cologne, you release all the worries that ride on the sweeping coattails of change. For a moment, heâs just Eddie, your best friend.Â
When you pull away, he leans in, tilting his head with that familiar, boyish curiosity. âYou alright?â he asks quietly, searching your gaze.
You nod, a smile breaking through. He takes your hand in his and gives it a squeeze, âJust checkinâ.âÂ
Robin soon walks back into the foyer. âI put the flowers in a vase for you,â she announces, taking her hair down and shaking it out. âHate to admit it, but you two are actually cute. Itâs disgusting.âÂ
âHey,â Eddie lifts his hands, laughing. âLittle victories.âÂ
She adjusts her bag on her shoulder with a content sigh. âWelp, Iâm about to go pester Harrington at Family Video.â She turns to Eddie, playfully narrowing her eyes. âYou better treat her right, âcause best believe Iâll be hearing all about this date.âÂ
When she slips out the door, Eddie smiles at you in silent assurance.Â
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The sun hasnât quite begun to set, but orange and pink faintly blend on the horizon. A cool fall breeze flows in through the cracked windows as the radio plays softly. Eddie had asked his Uncle Wayne to borrow his pickup truck because itâd be more romantic than his bulky van. You canât say whether he was right, only that youâre grateful to be riding shotgun with himâheaded to an unknown destination, no less.Â
Youâd already guessed through a list of places that Eddie denied with amusement. Sighing, you look out the window to people bustling about, walking dogs and strolling out of shops. Youâre coming out of the more commercial side of town, nearing Loverâs Lake and the state park. Â
âI give up,â you sigh.Â
Eddie chuckles, giving your thigh a gentle squeeze, ignorant to his warming effect on you. âOkay, fine, Iâll give you a hint.â That makes you peer over at him in interest. âIf I had to guess, Iâd say not a lot of people have had the chance to try it out yet.âÂ
Thatâs a dead giveaway. Your mouth falls open in surprise. âThat new place along the lakeâStillwater Grill?â The twitch of Eddieâs lips is telling. âNo way!â The excitement in your voice makes his chest tighten.
Stillwater was supposed to be good, from what youâd heard. A slightly elevated dining experience minus the formalities and steep pricing of a restaurant like Enzoâs. Where classic American favorites embrace small-town charm, according to the paper.Â
Upon your arrival, the parking lot houses a pretty decent number of cars. Loverâs Lake provides a serene backdrop that catches the evening light. Couples stand outside admiring the view. Eddie opens your door and helps you out of the truck like a proper gentleman. You happily tuck yourself into him as you walk inside.Â
When you were younger, you often wondered what love would be like. Books and the movies always presented countless possibilities, but you always believed itâd be special for you. So different that nothing else would be able to compareâperhaps, selfishly. One thing for sure, you never couldâve dreamed up someone like Eddie.Â
As he sits across from you under the dim glow of the lights, laughter and chatter filling the air, you wonder if youâll ever be able to put all this into words. Belly full, you realize what youâve enjoyed even more than the food and cozy, rustic atmosphere was is company.Â
Eddie has an inexplicably magnetic way. There was a magic in getting him all to yourself. In relishing the lovely sparkle in his eyes that suggested he was always on the verge of laughter. The passion he exuded made it seem like the way he loved a given thing was biblical. He could talk the ear off a cornfield if he wanted but knew instinctively when to listen. Even your passing remarks seemed to bear some semblance of importance to him. Â
Conversing with him had always been easy, but without other people vying for his attention, you were truly able to admire the boy before you. To embrace the deepening attraction.Â
As you wait for the waiter to bring the tab, you donât realize youâve grown silent and begun blinking at him with the fondest eyes.Â
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The wooden stairs of your front porch creak under both your footsteps as you climb them, stopping in front of your front door as the night settles around you. Moths flutter around the lanterns framing the door, crickets chirp in the lawn. Eddie kicks at a dead leaf, combing through a sea of thoughts in search of the right words.Â
âThereâs something Iâve been meaning to ask,â he says. You wait for him to continue. His doe eyes search yours for the briefest moment, seeing right through you it seems. âWould you like to be my girlfriend? âCause I think itâs gonna be hard for me to quit you.âÂ
Your mouth opens a couple times in a mix of giddiness and surprise. âYeah,â you finally breathe. âYeah, Iâd love to be your girlfriend.âÂ
Smiling, he steps forward to capture your lips in a slow, sweet kiss that you feel everywhere. It manages to outshine the first, more desperate, kiss youâd shared a week prior. This one is steady and sure, like a promise sealed with a prim bow. When he pulls away to look into your eyes, you shyly duck your head.Â
âIâll call you tomorrow?â he asks, lifting your chin.Â
He doesnât want to go, instead wishing he could stall and stay right here with you. Heâs parted ways with you hundreds of times before, but now he canât seem to figure out how he ever did. Thatâs how he knows heâs in trouble. The best kind.Â
âIâll pick up,â you promise.Â
He stands at your door until you see yourself inside. Itâs quiet without him. Your eyes land on the flowers he got you, now in a vase in the living room thanks to Robin. Too quiet. The sound of your front door reopening stops Eddie in his tracks. He turns around with a slight furrow between his brows.Â
âEverything okay?â he calls, mindful of his volume.Â
You make a small motion for him to come back to you. He listens in a heartbeat.Â
Thereâs a weighted look in his eyes beneath the playfulness, âMiss me already?âÂ
âNo,â you lie.Â
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Itâs a wonder how you manage to make it feel like thereâs a pleasant fire kindling within him. What started out as yet another easy conversation, has turned into you straddling his lap on the couch, the fabric of your dress riding up your thighs as the TV drones in the background.
Everything feels heightened now. The brush of your lips against his, your fingers gently scratching at the nape of his neck.Â
Eddieâs lips part in a soft, shuddering breath when you roll your hips over him.Â
âHold on a second, sweetheart.â His eyebrows are pinched as he pulls back from the kiss, hands stilling you.Â
You blink down at him all owl-like. âDid I do something?â you murmur, purposely shifting over him again.
He restrains from canting his hips upwards. Thereâs a softness to his gaze even though his cheeks are flushed hot.Â
âIf getting me worked up counts. Youâre real good at that.â His shamelessness is dizzying. âJust donât wanna get ahead of myself.â Itâs a subtle invitation, a chance for you to call things off in case you arenât on the same page.Â
But you can feel warmth pooling low in your belly. âWhat else am I good at?âÂ
He knows youâre game then. For whatever this is, whatever itâs bound to become.Â
âTrying to pretend Iâm not driving you crazy too.â He chuckles when you duck to hide your face in the crook of his neck, kissing the sensitive skin there.Â
Thereâs a gentleness to the way Eddieâs hand slips beneath the hem of your dress, meeting the delicate skin of your inner thigh.Â
âEddie,â you murmur, lifting from his neck as his fingers continue their trail upwards.
âHmm?â He pauses, thumb stroking your skin in soft circles.Â
âCan we go to my room?â A slight shiver runs through you as his fingers move to trace along the crease of your thigh.
âYour call, sweetheart.âÂ
Before he withdraws his hand, he snaps the waistband of your panties and grins when you straighten. Â
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The lamp on your nightstand casts everything in a dim, warm glow. Eddie shrugs off his jacket and drapes it over your desk chair, eyes roving over the notebooks and pens strewn about. The sight of his tattooed arms makes you move to kiss him again, letting your lips wander to the corner of his mouth and his chin in a trail of warmth. He throbs in his jeans when you slip your fingers beneath the hem of his shirt and curl them into his stomach.Â
Reluctantly, he pulls away from your lips and steps back enough to pull the fabric over his head in one swift movement, muscles rippling as the dark ink on his torso is revealed. With newly disheveled hair, he kisses you backward onto the bed, crawling over top of you as you settle into the mattress with a pleased hum.Â
Having the upper hand allows him to press hot kisses along your jaw and down the side of your neck as you huff out sighs and caress his milky skin with buzzing fingertips. Nothing about his movements is rushed, each press of his lips intentional enough to believe he'd had them planned for years.
Eddie didnât know your body yet, not in the way heâd like to. But he was reading it in real-time. Cataloging every writhe and hitch of your breath so he knew where to return. The obsessive part of his brain often gets on his nerves, but heâs grateful for it now. Grateful he wants to see every move and sound you can make. Thereâs an artistry to it, a musicality.Â
An inkling of panic arises when he begins to suckle on the side of your neck as you offer it. Not because heâs being rough, but because itâs overwhelming enough to want to crawl out of your skin. A soft whimper rises up your throat as your hands find his flexed biceps, digging in. Youâre unsure of whether to pull him closer or push him away.Â
Eddie rises from your neck on his own accord, running a finger over the spot. âYou like it when I kiss you here, huh?â Thereâs a slow, honeyed quality to his voice.Â
When you offer a helpless nod, he leans back down again, and you shudder as his mouth laves over the same sensitive area a little ways beneath your ear. Exasperated, you blindly paw for the waistband of his jeans, fingers shaky as you fiddle with his belt buckle.
Feeling your struggle, Eddie moves to press a final kiss to your throat before pulling away from your neck.Â
âStupid thing,â you pant, pouting up at him for help.Â
Chuckling, Eddie reaches down with one hand to undo it with ease. Then, watches with blown pupils as you hurry to undo the button and zipper. He slips off the bed as smoothly as he can to remove his pants, black boxers tented and straining. A spark of heat surges through you as you press your thighs together at the sight.Â
No sooner is he crawling back to help you out of your clothes. The lacy underwear set youâre wearing beneath is a pretty shade of baby blue, and Eddie canât help but palm himself.Â
âJesus,â he sounds awed and devastated at the same time. âYouâre so gorgeous...âÂ
Before heâs even had time to process, you take off your bra, baring your chest for him to see. Your nipples pebble with the new exposure and all of two seconds pass before heâs surging forward, sending you tumbling back to the mattress in a breath of startled laughter he swallows down like a lifeline.Â
You gasp into his mouth, back arching, as he cups one of your breasts, circling and rolling your nipple between his fingers. Youâre barely kissing him back anymore, but he continues licking into your mouth as your lips part around shallow exhales.Â
Thatâs when the phone begins to ring. Eddie sits back on his haunches despite your attempt to stop him.Â
âMight be important.â His voice is rough.Â
âThey can leave a message.âÂ
He smirks, dragging a hand through his hair. âYou sure?â
Lifting your leg, you run a careful foot over the swell of his boxers. He twitches at the contact.Â
âYouâre all I care about,â you murmur. âNeed you, E.â Thereâs a desperate edge to your voice that draws him right back in.
âYouâve got me.â He runs a lone finger down the front of your panties. âCan I take these off?â Youâre only half listening to his words, nodding to whatever. âLift up for me.â The muscles of your thighs tremble as you do.Â
Tossing your panties aside, he leans down and presses a gentle kiss to your belly button. Then another one just beneath it. A surprised sound rises up your throat when he gently spreads you open to kiss that swollen, sensitive part of you thatâs pulsing with need. Â
âOh, goshââ you stutter out, hands threading into his hair.
âNeed me right here?â His voice is laced with a smile, and you canât help a breathy laugh. Prideful warmth ignites in his chest. âOr do you need me somewhere else?â He trails playful, ticklish nips along your inner thighs, making you squirm.Â
âEddie, pleaseâŚâÂ
Heâs gracious enough to begin rubbing your clit in precise, measured circles, intently studying the pretty scrunch of your face.
âFirmer,â you instruct breathily, ââjust like that, just like that.â Your legs spread wider instinctively, arching when he collects your slick with a slow, heavy finger.Â
Youâre already so on edge from his previous attention that it only takes a few moments before you ascend into bliss, muscles growing taut as your mouth falls agape. The strong, rhythmic pulses serve as your only touchpoint to reality along with Eddieâs tender caress at your slick, fluttering entrance. One he didnât even have the chance to breach.Â
âLook at youâŚâ he says, voice thick. âMade it easy for me.â He laughs a little, more turned on than anything.Â
âItâs not funny,â you halfheartedly assert, cheeks prickling.Â
âNo,â Eddie agrees. âJust super-duper hot.âÂ
As he raises up, you realize his other hand is tucked into his boxers, lazily stroking himself. A second wave of desire builds within you, overlapping the remnants of the first and any sense of embarrassment that had begun to kindle. Itâs spurred by the deep flush of his cheeks, the way his eyes are soaking you in like heâs just witnessed the most beautiful unraveling.Â
Under your hazy, watchful gaze, he scrambles off the bed. Without warning, he shoves his boxers down, kicking them from around his ankles. His arousal impressively springs up towards his stomach. You bite your lip at the rosy, leaking tip, the gorgeous vein snaking prominently along the underside.Â
Eddie peeks over at you with a dazed quirk of his lips before retrieving his wallet from his jacket. He pulls out a square foil packet and promptly rips it open with his teeth.Â
Upon crawling back into the bed, he isnât expecting you to take his cock in a loose hold, stroking upwards from the curly hair at the base to circle your thumb around the tip. Thereâs a pleasant tug low in his gut as he kicks up in your palm.Â
âSweetheartâŚâ His voice is soft, nearly a plea. You let your hand glide back down, this time venturing lower to cradle the soft weight hanging beneath. He nearly buckles forward. âWhat're you doing to me?â he rasps.Â
âNothing,â you murmur innocently, wetting your hand and giving him a few more easy strokes, enjoying the warm, veiny feel of him before withdrawing your touch.Â
He curses under his breath as he rolls the condom down, his gaze never leaving you as you reposition yourself to take him.Â
âEager beaver,â you lilt as he crowds over you.Â
âYeah,â he exhales. âI am.âÂ
He lines up at your entrance, tip catching as he collects your slick with a wavering breath. Â
You open your legs even wider. âWant you,â you murmur, breathy and sweet.Â
The expression on his face is like something from a painting, raw and rapturous as he eases into your encompassing warmth. He takes it slow, giving you time to relax around him as you breathe through the dull ache of welcoming him in. A low, guttural sound escapes him once heâs buried all the way.Â
Your chests brush. Tears prick in your eyes at the closeness, the feeling of being filled so completely.Â
âYouâre unreal,â he murmurs, lips clumsy against your chin. âLike I made you up in my head.âÂ
He begins moving, slowly drawing back only to push back in. A steady rhythm finds him as your mouth falls open, legs hooking around his thighs. The muscles of his back ripple with his effort, and you chart every tense line with your fingertips.Â
With a low groan, he makes a minor adjustment to better reach that spongy spot within you. You arch into him with a whimper, breath catching in your throat.Â
âThere she is,â he whispers, reaching between your bodies to rub firm, steady circles against your clit.Â
âOh, godâŚâ It sounds like youâre in pain even though youâre the furthest thing from it. When you close your eyes, tears stream down your face in twin streaks, surprising both of you. Eddie tenderly wipes them away, gaze soft.Â
âYouâre okay,â he promises. âItâs just me, angel.â
Except, Eddie isn't just anything. Youâve never felt so close to someone, so in tune, and somehow, itâs Eddieâsweet, goofy, wild-haired Eddieâwho knew exactly what you needed. He picks up the pace as you arch and writhe beneath him, body yielding without question.
âYou feel so good,â you whimper, clenching around him.Â
His groan reverberates against your neck as his hips jerk sloppily, âCanât say stuff like thatâŚâ Those words only make you tighten around him again.
The dazed way he mouths at your shoulder lets you know heâs clinging onto composure. Youâre too warm, too everythingâsnug, and soft, and beautiful. Heâs not ready for this feeling to end. This heady, binding haze of pleasure. Â
âEddie,â you breathe softly. âWanna ride youâŚâÂ
Your plea nearly finishes him off. âYeah?â he croaks.
You nod, whimpering. He barely withstands the feeling of slipping from within you. Shifting onto his back allows him a moment of reprieve, but he nearly loses himself when you straddle him, sinking back down with a circle of your hips.Â
You brace your hands on his ribcage, steadily rocking on top of him as your head tips back. Sweat glistens in the divot of his sternum as he attempts to move in time with you. When you speed up, he closes his eyes to calm himself down.Â
âHeyâŚwhereâd you go?â You croon, grazing your nails from his chest to his quivering stomach, relishing the feeling of his warm, dewy skin beneath your fingertips.
The wrecked way he forces his eyes back open almost makes you fall apart. His fingers dig into the meat of your hips as a greater sense of urgency awakens between you. Itâs in the way you speed up, both eager, desperate, chasing. He memorizes the way your body moves over top of his, the bouncy sway of your chest.Â
âYou look so pretty taking me like this,â he shudders. âMy pretty girl.âÂ
âEddieâŚâ you coo, high and breathy.Â
âI know, sweetheart,â he chokes out. âWanna feel you come around me so bad.â Heâs babbling now, âShit, Iâm not gonna last. I canât take it anymore, angel...I canâtââÂ
The earnest crack of his voice sends you tumbling over the edge, vision spotting. Pleasure radiates throughout every fiber of your being as your walls contract around him. He stills your hips with a firm hold, bucking upwards and coming undone in surging waves. You slide your hands down his abdomen to feel him flex with each strong jolt that wracks him.Â
As your body begins to relax, you blink down at him, lips parted as you catch your breath. Eddie throws an arm over his face as he sucks in air, neck and chest flushed pink. His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows.Â
Both of you shudder as you ease off him. The pleasant ache of loss pulses between your legs as you partially lay down on top of him, hooking a leg over his waist. He traces along your thigh in light, soothing passes. You can feel his chest rising and falling.Â
âYou okay?â he eventually murmurs.
You nod, kissing his shoulder. âYou?â
âI think so,â he chuckles weakly.Â
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The afterglow brings a quiet stillness to the air. Clean and beneath the sheets, you study Eddieâs long lashes, his nose, his plush lips. He eventually cracks a self-conscious smile. Â
âWhat?â he questions. You shake your head because you donât know what to say. He doesnât look like he believes you. âCâmon...âÂ
So, you think of something, a small truth youâre willing to give him, âI just really enjoyed spending time with you tonight.â
He hums, a mischievous glint flickering in his eyes. âWhat was your favorite part?âÂ
âProbably the food at Stillwater,â you say, though your fingertips are tracing along his jaw, then down his neck, trailing to his waistline to lightly brush between his hip bones as he squirms. âBest Iâve ever had,â you lilt.Â
Eddie breaks into a flustered laugh, leaning over to sleepily kiss the coy smile from your lips.Â
âBut really, though,â you say afterward. âThanks for tonight. Never met a guy quite like you.âÂ
Eddie realizes then that heâd better get a head start on counting his lucky stars.Â
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Thank you so much for reading! Feel free to let me know what you think.
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Whiplash
Eddie Munson x Fem!reader
Summary: you've been avoiding Eddie like the plague and he's desperate to figure out what he's done to deserve it.
Warnings: hurt/comfort?? idk, kissing, fluffy ending, pining, idiots in love, use of y/n, she/her pronouns used for reader, reader is a crybaby ig idk she reacted how I would soooo, lmk if i missed anything!
Wordcount: 2010
A/N: Not really proofread and kind of written in a rush cause I wasn't feeling it about halfway through so sorry if you can tell đ
You weren't there... again.
Your absence from your usual seat to the left of Eddie leaves him in a deep state of confusion his eyebrows furrowing in thought. This was the fifth day without your presence at his side, almost an entire week without your voice giddily telling him about the book you were reading or a new recipe you've tried, almost an entire week of being deprived of that perfect little gleam in your eyes when you looked at him rambling about something you enjoyed, and his heart ached in deprivation.
And because of this, he could with full confidence say you were avoiding him- but as to why he had no idea.
Eddie's silent at the lunch table staring at nothing in particular, and though the guys -especially the freshman- had finally learned to normalize Eddie's peculiar-ness and oddities this new silence and bleak aura had them surprised. He was stuck in his head racking through everything that's happened in the last week that could have possibly scared you away from him.
He thinks about the time he asked you for help with his math homework, but that couldn't be it considering that definitely was not the first time he'd asked and definitely was not the first time you'd happily agreed to do so. He reminisces about when he'd come to visit you during your shift at the local library in boredom playfully bothering you as you re-placed books onto the shelf.
He thinks and thinks and thinks but nothing comes to mind for your sudden evasion.
"Dude, you think any harder and steam will come out of your ears," Gareth rolls his eyes at Eddie, "What the hell's wrong with you anyway?"
Eddie leans back in his chair and dramatically throws his head back to look at the ceiling, his hair flows behind him and moves as people walk by, "She's avoiding me."
Dustin's head snaps up, still chewing his food he inserts himself into the conversation, "Who? Y/N? I just talked to her last period, she seemed fine," He shrugged.
At that Eddies head pops back up, eyes locking with Dustin's in a way that leaves the younger boy cringing, and the crease between his brows intensifies, "So she's still talking to you guys but not me?" He starts to pout a little by the end of his question.
Everyone sends looks to each other before slowly nodding and Eddie's forehead loudly makes contact with the cafeteria table, the guys wince in response.
"Well... have you tried- I don't know, asking her about it?"
The glare sent in Mikes direction after his question almost makes him apologize. Eddie heatedly scratches his head and groans in irritation; he'd tried more than a handful of times to get ahold of you, tried more than enough times to just hear your voice again but nothing worked. When he waited by your locker you would walk the other way, when he called you, you hung up as soon as you heard his voice, and worst of all you would throw out the little notes he sent you in class as you walked out and away from him once again.
"Duh! Of course I have," Eddies reply is laced with annoyance and frustration, "But I can't ask her anything if she keeps running away- I mean come on! She won't even look at me, man." His voice is soft and emotional when speaking his last sentence, He runs his hand over his face weakly and suddenly he feels like he's being pitied. He doesn't want that.
He hastily moves to pick up his things, thrusting the items into his little lunch box with more force than necessary with a pout on his tired face before standing from his seat and angrily walking away across the cafeteria, from the table and the others. They all sigh when he makes it past the cafeteria doors and after a silent moment Jeff is the first who speaks up, "So- When do you guys think they'll get over themselves and finally get together?"
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When the last bell rings after what feels like years to Eddie he's swiftly making his way out of class and out of the building, but now what time would usually be spent merrily walking to his car and making plans to see you during the weekend was spent instead making his way into the woods strolling past trees and going to the little picnic table placed in that clearing he visits every once in awhile.
He stares at the ground and his feet as he treads, kicking rocks, stones, and branches on the way.
Eddies just about there just a few trees away from the clearing before he hears footsteps other than his own a little ways ahead of him he pauses head finally lifting to look in front of him and waits to see who appears.
To his surprise you pop into his vision and his round, brown eyes widen. He goes to take a step forward his body automatically and urgently trying to get to you, desperately needing to be near the drug that is you, but he stops himself to observe.
You sit at the table and pull a book out from the satchel bag at your side and a humorous huff leaves through his nose, his face relaxing and lips curling up at the sight of you doing something you often enthusiastically spoke to him about before realizing that its a book he does not recognize, that you had started a new one, and you hadn't told him like you usually would have. The thought wipes the smile from his face in an instant and his brows furrow for the nth time that day.
He steps forward and does not stop himself this time, sauntering toward you almost as angrily has he had left the cafeteria without your knowledge as you are already too engrossed in whatever new story you were traveling into. When he sits across from you at the table you feel it shift with the added weight and at last realize that you are no longer alone.
When you eventually look up, placing your thumb in-between the pages you were reading to keep your place, your heart drops at the sight of the frustrated man in front of you. You try to move away but he quickly grabs your wrist urging you to sit back down, you look at him again and the anguish written on his face makes you find your seat.
Your gaze moves to your lap and Eddie doesn't let you go too afraid you run away again.
Eddie is the one to break the stifling silence, "Talk to me... please?" The sound of his voice makes your heart ache so guiltily it hurts, "Just- Just tell what I did wrong- tell me so I can fix it."
Though your mouth opens to respond nothing comes out and your eyes gloss over with salty tears. Eddie's hold on your wrist moves to your hand gently cupping it in his calloused palm while his thumb moves to continuously swipe over your warm skin.
Your cheeks warm at the intimate contact and it only makes your eyes well with my tears reminding you of why you were ignoring him in the first place.
"When you-," You struggle to get the words out of your closing throat but Eddie still listens patiently, "Last time... you- you did something. It wasn't a big deal to you- but um... to me it- it meant a lot and that's kind of the problem."
The brunette across from you leans in closer and tilts his head in confusion, "What did I do?"
You glance to the side in embarrassment but Eddie's thumb taps you twice to bring your attention back to the conversation, "Talk to me Princess; Tell me what I did so we can go back to normal, I miss my best friend."
You didn't want to go back to normal.
For the first time in days your eyes connect with Eddie's and you take in a shaky breath at the sight of his enchanting eyes. "You uh- you kissed me..."
Now he's confused. He had kissed you? When? He's sure he would remember finally getting to kiss you.
Your free hand travels to your cheek and it all clicks for him, the pieces falling into place. He can't help but let out a chuckle of amusement; you were right- he had kissed you, kissed you on your cheek, that is, a sweet little peck against your skin. His laughter dies out when you rip your hand from his, the tears in your eyes spilling over.
Eddie stands and rounds the table to you, "Hey hey I- I'm I shouldn't have laughed. Don't cry, sweetheart." His hands place themselves on your elbows as your hands move to cover your face. He starts to feel like that little kiss really did more than he had thought.
"Did it make you uncomfortable? I won't do it again I promise," You shake your head at his words, "Talk to me, baby."
"Don't do that! Don't call me those names if you don't mean it," Eddies eyes go wide at your outburst and his mouth opens to speak but you beat him to it, "you- you kiss me and call me those names and I- It's just too much... I like you too much."
All too quickly Eddie is forcefully removing your hands from your face and cupping your cheeks thumbing the tears from your skin, "I like you too much too."
"Don't be mean Eddie."
He connects his forehand to yours, both of your eyes closing at the closeness, "M'not, would never joke about that." His soft pink lips brush gently against yours as he speaks and your breath hitches. Your lips part slightly and your cold breath fans Eddie's face. "How can I show you I mean it hm? How 'bout... a real kiss?" He mutters. You nod all too briskly for someone who was just crying and it makes Eddie smile.
In the fullness of time Eddie presses his lips to yours and when he finally gets the taste of your lips on his he realizes he's waited entirely too long to do this despite being willing to wait an eternity for you. He's been starving for the absolute goddess that is you, now getting to satisfy that hunger digging in with no resistance and sliding his tongue past your lips flushed against him. The ache he had felt without you there fading once and for all as you kissed him back. Your hands atop his squeeze as a noise escapes the back of your throat and Eddie kisses you deeper at your audible reaction. He wants to consume you, wants to keep you so close you never leave his side, he needs it- needs you and makes sure it shows in the way he kisses you.
When he pulls away your both panting for air, Eddie's grin is smug on the top of your head and your arms are wrapped around him.
"I can't believe you made me feel like shit for an entire week just cause I gave you a lil' kiss on the cheek," Eddie mocked trying to get a quick quip in.
"Shut up! It totally freaked me out."
His loud cackle echoed in your ears and you smiled, pulling him closer and pressing your nose into his skin. Eddie's arms moved to wrap around you as well and his large hands snake around you also trying to squeeze you impossibly closer. He presses a fast peck on your cheek, then your temple, and then the top of your head. Eddie takes a deep breath inhaling the scent of you- memorizing it.
"Promise you won't do that to me again. Don't leave me alone like that again."
"I won't Eds, I promise."
"Besides! What are you going to do without me here being oh so entertaining huh?"
You laugh, "I have no idea."
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you finally work up the courage to kiss Eddie for the first time and he canât cope (even if he claims he can). 2k words. requested here
cw fem!reserved/shy!reader, first kiss, heavy kissing, mutual pining, eddie being a hot dork
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Some people (Steve) call Eddie your loser boyfriend, while other people (the girls at work) call him the rockstar.Â
You see both sides of him now.Â
âSweetheart!â he calls, the passenger seat window rolled down, his voice strong where he shouts behind the wheel. The van bumps the curve, leaving a sanguine line of rust in its wake and a creak to make everybody on the sidewalk wince.Â
âHello,â you call back.Â
The van hums. You wait for him to be at a definite stop before you approach, hands on the open window, leaning up so as to see him best. Itâs not just a usual date night tonight, Eddieâs taking you to Indianapolis for a rock show, and heâs dressed the part. âWoah, you look cool,â you say, bravely, wondering if thatâs the right thing to say. Itâs undoubtedly true âheâs slicked his curls with mousse to define them and leave them pitch black in accordance with his eyeshadow, dark and tapped into his lash line. The top he wears is incredibly tight, carving the softer lines of his abs for anyone to see, and his black jacket is ripped in places to expose the ink of his tattoos. âAre they multiplying?âÂ
âWhat?â he asks, grinning at you. âAre you getting in? Itâs freezing!âÂ
âYour tattoos,â you explain, opening the door and popping up into the van with one shoe on the step.Â
âShit, you wanna see?âÂ
Youâre not scared of Eddie, you just like him. He doesnât worry you, doesnât pressure you, nothing nefarious about him. Heâs pretty, heâs considerate, and he does stuff like this, peeling out of his jacket to flex his arm at you and show you the Saran wrapping around his bicep. âLike that one?â he asks.
He has nice arms, and theyâre all the better for his painful obsession. His newest one is difficult to see well under the wrapping. He notices you squinting and moves it up, tape pulling his skin.Â
âAnother bat?â you ask.Â
âNot cool?âÂ
âSo cool,â you disagree. This bat is unlike the others on his arm, which are small and simple in comparison. This one is heavily detailed and very dark, fangs in small triangles bared. The eyes aglow. The skin around it is red. âDid you get that today?âÂ
âOn a whim. Still wanna date me, or is it getting to be too much?âÂ
You canât answer him, and he knows that. Youâre not very good at navigating intimate conversation or circumstance, though you like him, and he must know that too. Or he must really like you. Your dates have been chaste. Only last time could you work up the courage to take his hand, but when you had, he rewarded your courage with a drove of tenderness, fingers rubbing your knuckles and squeezing soft patterns for hours at the back of the movie theatre.Â
The drive to Indianapolis takes near enough an hour. Eddie puts you on map duty but doesnât use it, ignoring your offer of directions on the insistence that he knows a shortcut and then rerouting when you get too lost. He tells you there are snacks for you in the centre console and laughs, endeared, when you pop the lid and smile at it all. You talk about the show, a band youâd never heard of but had wanted to see on the grounds of sharing his interests. Thatâs what couples do, right? They try to do things together. You have to put yourself out of your comfort zone, and youâre happy to try if it means you can do it with him.Â
âYou nervous?â he asks, pulling into the parking garage outside of the venue, a towering, multi-story fiasco crammed with cars and motorbikes.Â
âNo,â you say, not quite mumbling as you look down at your hands.Â
âGood, donât be. Iâm gonna look after you, weâre gonna have a great time. And then we can get takeout after?â You look up. He stretches his arm out to glance at his watch. âI wouldâve taken you before, but good old Indianapolis keeps getting further away.â He smiles apologetically.Â
You laugh without meaning to. His smile ramps up a notch.Â
âI love when you laugh. You have such a cute laugh,â he says.Â
âI know youâre lying,â you say, still laughing anyways.Â
âIâm not lying, I love the way you laugh!â He shakes his head, curls falling away from his face as he flicks on the light on the car roof. âWe have half an hour till doors open.â
âYou donât wanna line up?âÂ
âItâs kind of overwhelming and I figured weâd stay near the back of the crowd for your first gig here, it gets pretty rowdy.â He says âpretty rowdyâ like a drag, nodding gently, eyes lit with mirth. You love it when he talks like that.Â
âWe can go now, get further in. I can handle it.âÂ
âItâs not about handling it, I want you to have a good time. Plus, they could ruin your nice dress.âÂ
You meet his gaze all smiles like he is, but heat flickers in your chest and in your stomach, and you have to look away. Itâs an impulse youâve always given into. Youâre reserved in the feelings department but trying not to be, Eddie deserves reciprocation, but itâs hard. Either way, he seems to understand this about you, and he hasnât complained.Â
Still, a bedraggled silence falls. Nearly awkward, unsure of how to tread, you sit together in your separate seats listening to cars parking and doors opening, closing on either side of you, the headlights of the cars driving past glaringly bright, white flashing over your screwed palms.Â
âYou okay?â he asks.Â
Youâre sure Eddie wants to kiss you. Three nights ago at the movies, after an hour of languid hand holding, heâd looked at your lips no less than three times as he said good night. He told you heâd had an amazing time, and that he couldnât wait to see you again. Youâd said the same in earnest, and then heâd just walked away. All those stolen glances and he hadnât made a move.Â
âEddie⌠whyâŚâ You poke your tongue into your bottom lip momentarily, chewing it over. âWhy havenât we kissed yet?âÂ
âUmââ He lets out a nervous giggle before roughly clearing his throat. You peek at him, watching intently as he takes his hair away from his face with two hands. âIâm just waiting on you, sweetheart. No pressure.â He laughs as he talks, a picture of panic, âYouâre sort of shy about that stuff, you know? I didnât wanna surprise you.âÂ
âBut you do want to kiss me?â you ask unsurely.
He puts his hand on your knee, the space between you suddenly smaller and warmer, the light like white glaze on his pupils, illuminating his finer details. He has a mole nestled under his eyelashes too small to see until now; it catches your attention. You stare at him too long.Â
âOf course I do,â he says, eyebrows pinching together in concern. âIâve wanted to kiss you since I met you.âÂ
You nod and snap your head back to your lap. Why does he have to be so nice? You wish youâd listened to Steve, even if he was joking, you shouldnât have ever said yes to Eddie, because now youâre terrified you canât kiss him and youâll ruin everythingâŚ
âHey, itâs fine. Iâm not waiting for anything. You can take your time or you could never kiss me, and I wonât care. I swear. I mean, I really want you to kiss me but Iâll find a way to cope, Iâm sure.â He takes his hand from your leg softly. âDo you want my jacket? Itâs cold out, nâ we should probably start walking.âÂ
You pull your head up slowly.Â
He reads your hesitant expression. âIâm in no rush,â he promises, head ever so slightly ducked to yours.Â
Okay, you think. Okay, I can do this. You hold your breath and start to lean in. He falters, a millisecond of misunderstanding, before he recognises what youâre doing and smiles. He reaches for your waist with enough care to give you a chance to change your mind, and when youâre close enough to feel his breath, his lashes shutter.Â
You follow suit, blind, with nothing but your intuition as you press your lips to his.Â
With a feeling like the hum of the engine under your hands, you bring your fingers to his soft cheek and hold him still. He breathes in harshly, touches you far from it, his palm slipping behind your back to pull you in. You lean into it; it feels natural to give in, to turn your head one way and part your lips, to have him kiss back with heat and surprising sweetness.
You feel unlike yourself in a good way, falling back to kiss forward again, a third time, trying to chase the lulling bliss of his lips. The stomach aching want. Your hand chases across his cheek and into the curls behind his ear, needing him closer but not expecting the sound it elicits. He sighs into your lips and you flinch back, startled by the sensation.Â
Eddie rubs your back with his index finger, unjudging as you drop your head to catch your breath.Â
âYou okay?â he asks quietly. You can hear his affection. Itâs palpable.Â
You nod, a dizzy weight collected in your forehead, thankful when his free hand catches your cheek and he turns your face gently to the side. âI got too hot,â you confess, only half of the truth.Â
âIt was pretty hot.â He smiles at you like youâre the only person in the world, like youâve a secret only he knows. âWant me to turn on the A/C?âÂ
âNo, Iââ want to kiss you again, you think. You might even tell him so, but he starts to blow on your face, disrupting any thoughts youâd had earlier. He purses his lips and blows cold breath on your cheek, a tenderness in his gaze and the tip of his thumb where it rests just under your eye. âOh.âÂ
This might be the most romantic thing anyoneâs ever done for you. Your face feels precious in his careful hand, pretty under his longing look. Youâre not scared when he encourages you back to his lips, your eyes quick to close, your hands across the gap of your seats to gather his shirt between tight fingers.Â
His kiss is a reflection of him. Loser, rockstar, heâs eager and his hands start to betray that, his kissing melty hot and addictive as the tip of his nose presses hard to yours. You turn your face to accommodate him better and that small action drives him crazy. Heâs pulling you in, smiling into your mouth, making breathy sounds thatâll stick around in your head ten times as long as the tingles filling your chest as just kisses and kisses and doesnât stop.Â
âMâsorry,â he says, pulling away, and then stealing another heavy, soft kiss like he couldnât wait. âSorry,â he apologises again, stroking the skin beside your eye to encourage you into opening them. âIâm not trying to get carried away. Just canât believe you just kissed me.âÂ
âNo, itâs okay, Iâ I really wanted to.âÂ
He kisses your cheek. You arenât expecting it and you donât know how to deal with it. Itâs like kissing him has invigorated him, youâre a shot he knocked back, his excitement catching as he begs, âClose your eyes again, sweetheart, just one moreââ
You raise your chin and he practically gasps, immediately pressing a last chaste kiss to your burning lips.Â
âIâm not always like this,â he promises, leaning away, his fingertips falling from your face to trace down your neck, your shoulder. âYouâre just so fucking pretty I lost my mind. Iâm on best behaviour from now on, swears.âÂ
He raises his hand up in a scoutâs honour.Â
You breathe out happily. âThank you.âÂ
âOh my god. Quick, we better get out of this van before I lose my mind.â He shakes his head. âYouâre insane. I have such a crush on you, holy fuck,â âhe turns away from you and gets out of the vanâ âJesus.âÂ
You pull down the sun visor to check your reflection in the mirror. You look thoroughly kissed, eyes aglow with it.Â
âFuck!â Eddie swears. You beam at yourself as he wraps on the window. âCome on, sweetheart! I have a concert to pretend to pay attention to.âÂ
You slink out of your seat, brave enough to try for another kiss so long as it doesnât kill him dead right here in the parking lot.Â
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Meddling Mr. Munson
Eddie Munson x F!Reader
Word Count: 1.7k
Summary: Wayne is your favorite regular at work. Plus- his nephew is really cute.
Warnings: fluff, so much fluff and good feels youâll get a toothache, allusions to pregnancy, alcohol mentioned, mentions of bullying
The first time you meet Wayne Munson, youâre eight hours into your six hour shift at the only diner in Hawkins that's open twenty-four hours. Youâre working the overnight shift, and you were supposed to be relieved at 4:00am, but the waitress who was supposed to relieve you called from a payphone to tell you her bus broke down and she canât get to work until the replacement arrives. So now, youâre brewing a fresh pot of coffee for the only patron youâve had before the breakfast rush- which hopefully youâll be missing.
You chit chat with Mr. Munson while he sits at the counter nursing his black coffee. He works overnight at the plant youâve learned, and he asks you questions about your college classes. He doesnât admit it, because heâs not the type, but he really enjoys the daily chats with you as stopping at the diner after work becomes one of his routines.
âYou should come meet me for breakfast on your way to school,â Wayne suggests one night when he and Eddie are watching TV. His suggestion is met with Eddie blowing a raspberry and a grumble about not wanting to wake up that early. Wayne tosses his hat at Eddie, harmlessly making Eddie jump. âI ainât asking,â Wayne reiterates and Eddie nods sheepishly, sinking into the couch.
Your eyes light up when you hear the bell on the front door. You already know itâs one of your favorite regulars before you even look up. ââMorning, Mr. Munson,â you say cheerfully, âTake a seat, I just put on a fresh pot.â You look up and youâre surprised to see he isnât alone. âOh, hi Eddie,â you say with a grin, surprised to see Wayne isnât alone. Eddieâs brain short circuits because he doesnât know how you even know him, and you are very pretty.
You step out from behind the counter with two mugs in hand as they slide into a booth. âYou donât remember me,â you tease, filling both the mugs with coffee. Eddie fumbles over his words apologetically and Wayne smirks to himself. âThatâs okay, we werenât really friends,â you explain and tell him your name, âYou sat in front of me last year in Ms.OâDonnellâs class. We didnât really talk much.â Heâs silently thanking you for omitting that you didnât talk because he was hardly there. However, heâs practically soaring that despite that you somehow remembered him and arenât recoiling in disgust.
âEddieâs got her again this year,â Wayne interjects and Eddie wants to roll under the booth. Heâs suddenly embarrassed that heâs repeating senior year again and he wished you didnât know that. Wayne means nothing by it, literally just making conversation, and the news Eddie is in her class doesnât seem to even phase you.
âSheâs brutal,â you exhale, âIf you want, I think I still have my notes somewhere. Theyâre all yours.â
âT-thatâd be great,â he manages to get out. You smile at him and his limbs feel like clay.
âYeah, of course,â you wave it off like itâs nothing. âIâll come back in a few and grab your orders, take your time.â
Wayne is using his menu to hide his grin from Eddie. He didnât know if Eddie and you would hit it off, he just had hopes. Heâs not one to meddle, especially in his nephewâs love life, but when you had told Wayne you didnât have a boyfriend, he immediately wanted to introduce you to Eddie. He knew Eddie would just reject the idea, so he didnât say anything.
âSheâs cute,â Wayne says after a minute when you disappear behind the door to the kitchen.
âGod, cut it out,â Eddie exclaims, dramatically covering his face with his hands. His face is bright red. This seriously can not be happening right now. âWayne, seriously, you are not seriously trying to set me up right now?â
âIâm just trying to treat my nephew to breakfast, I thought it would be nice. We havenât done this in a while,â he says evenly, but Eddie knows the truth. âI think Iâm gonna get the meat loverâs omelet,â he muses, acting oblivious to Eddieâs antics.
Eddieâs nervous bouncing of his leg is making the booth shake, and the coffee spills out over the rim of the mugs ever so slightly. Wayne slides over extra napkins, and chastises Eddie about leaving rings on the table.
âAre you all set?â You ask, getting your notepad out of the front pocket of your apron. Wayne nods and Eddie is staring blankly at the menu in front of him, paralyzed.
âThe pancakes are really good if youâre still trying to decide,â you offer, thinking Eddie is actually reading the menu.
âU-uh yeah, that sounds good,â he replies. You nod and scribble it down on your pad.
âYour usual Wayne?â You ask and he nods.
âYouâre the best,â he smiles, passing you the menus.
âItâll be right out,â you reply, âDo you want me to top these off?â Wayne offers you his empty cup and Eddie manages to shake his head no. You disappear behind the doors again to ring in the order, and Wayne nudges Eddie to snap out of it.
âYouâre being rude,â he says, âLook I get it, Iâll stay out of it. But you donât have to freeze her out. Sheâs being lovely.â
Of course youâre being lovely, Eddie screams internally. You are lovely! He canât bring himself to correct his uncle that heâs not ignoring you to spite him, but heâs actually tongue tied and completely fumbling. He canât give Wayne the satisfaction of being right and he also doesnât want to say anything out loud in utter fear youâd hear him.
âFood should be right out,â you say with a sweet smile. You walk over to the opposite side of the diner and wipe down a few of the empty booths. Eddie flexes his fingers over his thighs repeatedly to try to relax. Wayne watches Eddie, starting to notice heâs a lot more twitchy than he usually is. Eddieâs always animated but this is new. Maybe, Wayne muses, his little plan might actually be working.
Wayne really only ever wants Eddie to be happy. Heâs had a front row seat to the abuse Eddie has received from his peers his whole life. Under the tattoos and the hair and the ripped jeans, Wayne still sees the little boy he tucked into bed and the little boy who sat on the kitchen counter while he helped clean his scraped knees. He wished the pain he had to help Eddie navigate was still that simple. Wayne thought maybe youâd see Eddie the way he did.
Youâre nice, and genuinely so. Wayne thought if anyone could see Eddie, truly see him for the amazing kid he was, it would be you. Even if this whole stupid plan of his amounted to nothing more, youâre treating Eddie with such a normal level of human decency and you have no idea how much that means to the both of them. For Wayne, thatâs more than he could ever ask for. He knows as much as heâs resisting, Eddie will leave here and go to school feeling a little bit better. For a brief moment in an empty diner, he can see the world isnât always out to get him. Sometimes, the world is nice- with pretty girls to talk to and uncles who love you more than life itself.
When you bring out the food, Wayne watches the way your eyes linger on Eddie. Youâre also being a little shy. He smiles to himself, keeping his head low while he starts to dig into his food. You ask Eddie about his band, and Wayne watches his nephewâs eyes light up, his usual confidence returning to the forefront as he tells you all about Corroded Coffin. You listen, and Wayne realizes youâre not just placating Eddie, you actually care.
âIâll have to come to another show sometime,â you say, âI say you guys at The Hideout like a couple months ago actually.â
âReally?â Eddieâs eyes widen in disbelief. You giggle, and nod.
âYup, you guys were awesome,â you assure him. âIf you guys ever sell a tape, let me know. I want one.â
As they finish up their breakfast, you drop off the check, and Eddie thinks he might die when he sees youâve scribbled your number on the receipt for him. The check has been comped and the note read:
âWayne, Happy to treat my favorite customer! Eddie, in case youâd want to go out sometime? No pressure.â With your number underneath.
The most recent time you saw Wayne Munson, he pulled you into a hug and thanked you for inviting him over. Itâs the first time you and Eddie are hosting a holiday in your new apartment.
He smiles as he looks around. You and Eddie have really done an amazing job making a cozy little life together. He smells the turkey finishing up in the oven and he canât believe he can finally witness his nephew this happy. The two of you insist he sit in the living room while you both finish cooking for him. Heâs enjoying watching the two of you work in the kitchen together, moving synchronously like youâve done this dance a million times before- and you have.
He settles in and Eddie brings him a beer. Wayne looks around at Eddieâs and your new home and he canât help but beam with pride. This is all he couldâve asked for Eddie- all heâs ever wanted to see him have. Eddieâs still as dopey grinned and smitten as he was the first day back at the diner. Wayne knows youâre the one- he knew before you or Eddie knew.
Eddieâs his son, even if heâll never be called Dad. He doesnât want that anyways. But, he knows your the best daughter-in-law he could have ever asked for. A best friend and a confidant from the first day he met you. Heâs so glad to have you both together in his life. Little did he know, that tonight after dinner when heâs long past just full- but not too full for pie- Eddie would hold your hand and youâd both sit across from him, giving him the best news he could possibly hear in this lifetime.
His small trio, will shortly be adding a fourth band member.
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Eddie loves morning sex. The kind of groggy, sloppy sex that comes with being half asleep. Both eyes closed, in an out of the dream realm. Sensation, the only thing in the room. No thoughts behind actions other than wanting to feel each other.
It starts with innocent shifting. Hands pulling and repositioning. His morning wood brushing up against your thigh in a way that feels so delicious to his sleep-addled mind. Hands go from pulling and shifting to grabbing and holding. He has handfuls of you and now he's grinding lazily against your core. Your hands are moving too because he's squeezing and moaning and heâs so hot in all the right places.
Before you know it, heâs pressing into you and you are so wet and ready for him. It doesnât take long until heâs coming undone. His face hiding in your neck as he huffs and bucks against you at an uneven pace. His tip grinding against your insides and dragging you closer to release with every thrust. His thumb lazily circling your clit. Speeding up with his own stuttered movements as he hurdles towards climax. His hips stammering as he tries desperately to get you there before him but heâs sleepy and he's losing the battle.
A long, lazy moan emanates from somewhere deep inside your gut as you reach your peak. Floating along the rolling waves of pleasure and feeling Eddie falter.
He lets out a low groan that vibrates against your collarbone as he cums hard, burying himself to the hilt and trembling through his release. Your body milking him of every drop.
You're both still. Bodies humming with post sex hormones that help you drift back off to sleep. Waking up a few hours later after the best nap of your lives and wondering if it actually happened or if it was all a dream.
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đđ˛đ§đ¨đŠđŹđ˘đŹ | Halloween had stamped itself as Hawkins' favorite time of the year, where teenager party and murderers prow. And you come face-to-face with that, when a particular masked man takes a special interest in you.
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âHey, itâs Eddie⌠or is it? Ha! No, itâs totally Eddie. Iâm busy ignoring your calls, so leave a message or finally take a hin-â
The harsh smudge of your fingertip against your phone screen discerned your frustration, as you hung up with a huff, pacing your clacking footsteps a second faster than before.Â
But it all fell short, when the heavy set of footsteps that trailed behind you only quickened to keep up.
Faster. Aggressively. Shit.
For the third time in a row on that brisky night, your call had went straight to voicemail. And you were ready to kill Eddie Munson. In retrospect, castigating your boyfriend for merely doing the very thing you criticized him about on a near daily basisâthe whole âstop answering your phone while youâre drivingâ debacle that took place every time Eddie picked up one of your calls while heading somewhere, then rebutting you with a âbut I love hearing your voice, it relaxes meâ that he always whined outâwas hypocritical, at best, but given the circumstance, you were exhorting to have your boyfriend disobey your word of safety for your safety.Â
And the desperation that palpitated from the fervent clicking of your heels hitting against the rough pavement of the sidewalk to speed up your steps was starting to become humiliating. Because one step away brought them one step closer. By the nose, you narrowly glanced back.Â
The same mask. The same hood. The same heavy boots. The same entity that followed you through the hallways of Steve Harringtonâs wooded, stately home on the night of Halloween.Â
Only the clock had struck a quarter past midnight. Halloween was over. The month of November had come. And yet, the figure behind you kept the mask on. Despite the lengthy walk from Harringtonâs back patio to the intersection where Mirkwood and Cornwallis met, the mask stayed on. And your heart was beginning to race. You finally faced it. âGod, you freak, stop following me!â Their steps halted. Gloved hand clenching around the handle of a knife that you wished to be of plastic. âMy boyfriendâs on his way, so fuck off before he gets here!â God, you really hope he was.Â
Turning around in a huff, your eyes constricted with frustration, as the steps behind you continued, in sync with yours. Coming closer. And closer.Â
Itâs just some stupid prank, you rationalized. It was one of the Stafford kids. Probably Declan Stafford. He was alway the worst out of the pair. It was best for your sanity to repeat that mantra over and over until Declan Stafford finally gave in and took off the mask. Only Declan Stafford was a fifteen-year-old sophomore. And you were desperately enforcing the incredulous lie that the possibility of Declan Stafford suddenly gaining muscle and height in the course of a single day was plausible. It wasnât. But admitting that would be admitting that this wasnât some immature teenagerâs prank.Â
And you were actually being preyed upon.Â
âHey, itâs Eddie⌠or is it? Ha-â
Why?! Why out of all the times Eddie blatantly ignored your concerns of picking up the phone while driving, did he actually decide to listen to you on the one night you needed him not to?! Straight to voicemail. Again. But when you angrily hung up on Eddieâs pre-recorded toneâthe one you couldnât find endearing at this given momentâyou heard it- or rather, didnât hear it. The quietness. The crunching of fall leaves being flattened under heavy boots was no longer lingering. A biting breeze howled, and a hunting owl hooted. But no footsteps.Â
You hesitantly turned aroundâŚ
He was gone.Â
Your shoulders fell with the relief of your untightening chest, as your joints unlocked from tension, a foggy breath escaping in solace. For a moment, you relished in the quietness of the night with closed eyes. Something you hadnât realized you missed so deeply until you had it back in your possession.
With a dissipating heartbeat, you ran a hand over your perspiring face that felt ablaze with terror. But Declan Stafford, or his other half, or whatever other delinquent freak that it was was finally out of sight, and you cursed the juvenility of boys during the night of Halloween.Â
Fighting the liquor that buzzed your body with heightened emotions, you blinked the dryness of your eyes to steady the blurred disfigurement of your phone screen. Your thumb smashed against Eddieâs contact once more, a last resort to finally chew him out, as you teetered on high heels to turn back on your trek.Â
Only, your steps halted at a sudden obstruction, and you watched the tempered glass of your screen protector crack against the pavement at your feet, as your heels stood toe-to-toe with the boots that plagued you.Â
âHey, itâs EddieâŚâ Your head slowly followed up the broad, black figure, ââŚor is it? Ha! No, itâs totally Eddie.â Your stomach sank to the stagger stature that overpowered you. âIâm busy ignoring your calls.â His mask, deprived of anything holy, stalked down your trembling frame, mocking you with the tilt of his head.
Your breath became lodged in your throat.
âSo leave a message or finally take a hint.â Your mouth dropped with the words you couldnât find. And he allowed you the grace of one step back, beforeâŚ
âAH- mmm!â
The leather of his glove smeared your lipgloss with the tightness of his grasp, as your screams diffused into a muffle of wails. With much resistance, your nails bit through the sleeved fabric of his clothes, but nothing was penetrative enough to deter his strength, merely constricting your flailing body more with a muscled arm. Your enveloped screams cried of defeated desperation, as you lost your footing to the strength of his embrace, now at his mercy.
In the distance, a meandering stray may have startled at the abruption of your stifled pleas. But in the beat of a second, theyâd continue their hungry journey for a helpless mouse or scraps, as your screeches would succumb to the darkness of night.
No longer salvageable.
-
SEVEN HOURS EARLIERÂ
âMm⌠saw something touching your head, in the room where you sleep, mmâŚâ You thrummed to the buzzing tunes, scrunching your face as an averse to the tickle of your makeup brush, against your greatest efforts of trying to stay still.Â
But with a little black there, and some pink here, you squealed with anticipation of the night to come.Â
Autumn had brought a chilling front to Hawkins, Indiana, and the small town of suburbia had never looked so good with a flood of orange and red crunching beneath the tiny feet of early trick-or-treaters. Credits to the Yankee Candle that burned its essence in the corner of your bedroom, the fall season felt at ease with the cinnamon apple that warmed your being.Â
âYou better run, mm, you better hideâŚâ Should the day ever come that you discover that you were actually singing along to the voice of Ryan Gosling, youâd flip your shit to your boyfriend on an endless ramble, but until then, youâd cluelessly enjoy the ominous tune of Dead Manâs Bones in the name of Halloween.
In the reflection of your vanity, you shifted in the various angles of the beaming sunset until you were fully satisfied with the face paint that decorated your features.
You stood from your place, prancing about to the beat of the music, as you swayed your way to your bed, where your purchased costume displayed itself, awaiting you. While your boyfriend appreciated the art of Halloween, and had much interest in the horrors behind it, the anticipated âcostume talkâ fell on deaf ears- or, at least, defensive ones. Something about looking stupid, you werenât entirely sure. Though, what you did know was pointing out the irony of not wanting to look âridiculousâ whilst sporting a mane like his in retaliation was not at all a good idea, as his response came in the form of torturing you in the dramatics of wrestling on his frumpy mattress.Â
TouchĂŠ, to Eddie Munson. It came as a good deterrence away from the conversation that would inevitably lead to him wearing something you sparked from Pinterest. Because in the end, Eddie Munson could never say no to you.Â
No matter how stupid heâd look.Â
But, as any reputable couple therapist would advise, compromise is key. And where you insisted on a cute couples costume, Eddie met you with the request to, at least, get to choose what that may be. And much props to him, you swooned at the adorable idea of being the abducted cow to his alien.Â
Only, Eddie didnât allow you to celebrate too soon, as he vowed to go the whole nine yards. Devoid, black contacts; gargantuan, bald head; pale, soulless skin; creepy, gross tentacles. âIâm Heidi Klum-ing this bitch, sweetheart.â That night, you regretted ever showing him the moment a 5â9 worm walked the carpet. Something Eddie Munson severely got a kick out of.Â
You straightened out your patterned skirt, smiling for the night that was about to come. With shoes needed for completion, you turned to retrieve your platform pumps, only⌠your peripheral had caught the silhouette of something- someone⌠staring⌠watching⌠stalking.Â
Claiming the once calm view of your bedroom window.Â
The October chill brought a draft against your motherâs clothesline, where her linens flowed in the evening setting, and there it was. Peaking through sheets, masked, and dark.Â
Your eyes squinted to confirm the sight, as you hid behind your curtains, feeling your stomach plummet. What a psycho. Understandably, Halloween had declared itself around the idea of fright, but that came with the common consensus of harmless jumpscares and innocent pranks, not trespassing. âStupid teenagers.â You mumbled to yourself.Â
But a sudden bang from inside your house had you gasping, petrified. âDad?â The hairs on the back of your neck stood with alarm. âMom?â Footsteps rang closer.
And closer.
âHey- woah.â Eddie Munson, himself, flinched at the sudden shriek that left your mouth at the abrupt opening of your bedroom door. His brow cocked at the heaving of your breath, your hand clutching to your chest. âHey, sorry, itâs just me, baby, you alright?â He eyed you.
âShitâŚâ You huffed out. âYou scared me!â Your mouth pouted at the chuckles he teased you with.Â
Eddie smiled, mimicking your pout in faux sympathy. âWhy? Thought you heard me cominâ in.â
âUgh, well, yeah, but some immature kid is-â You turned back to your window, where suddenly nothing but your motherâs laundry hung to dry in the emptiness of your yard. They were gone. âI- what?â You inspected closer, your breath humidifying the glass.Â
Eddie questioned your strange behavior. âWhat?â
You rotated in his direction. âN-Nothing. It was nothing- anyway, what are you doing here?â In an attempt to recover your uncanny nature, Eddie scoffed at the hasty rudeness your tone snapped towards him.Â
âWell, for one, your dad let me in.â He stated matter-of-factly. âYâknow, I think heâs really starting to warm up to me.â His eyebrows jumped with cockiness.
And it became your turn to scoff at his presumptuousness. âIf anything, he hates you a little bit more this time of year.â Because Halloween of 1984 became the year Hawkins, Indiana was terrorized by the vandalism of hoodlums, coined the âToilet Paper Bandits.â Plastered on every front page of the Hawkins Post, the column followed the story of homes that became a victim of delinquency. Yours being one. Where you could find a little humor in your house, amongst others, being TPed, your father, as a mortgage-paying homeowner, became quite livid. In fact, you could vividly remember the rage of, âof course, it was that Munson boy,â when surveillance caught your soon-to-be boyfriend smiling sadistically with a roll of toilet paper in hand amongst his friends. âYou gave him PTSD. Heâs vowed to stay up all night to catch any âMunson wannabes.ââ
Eddie barked out a laugh. âHey, now, if it wasnât for that night, his beautiful daughter wouldnât be getting treated right by her strong, sexy boyfriend.â He smoldered in pride. And, as much as you could roll your eyes at Eddie Munson, he was far from fibery, as the night that followed Halloween of 1984 was filled with the sincerest apologies to all sufferers of his actions (not really, just you, as he always thought you were cute).
âWhatever, but seriously, though, Eddie, youâre not supposed to be here âtil later, why are you here?â You interrogated. âI still have to finish getting ready, you do, as well.â You emphasized.Â
With calloused hands delicately caressing your face, Eddie thought of his next move. âAw, look at you, my cute, little heifer.â Because if not buttered up with affection, he knew youâd be devastated at the news to come.Â
Your mouth fell agape. âDonât say heifer!â Your hand collided with his chest. âSay cow! Cow is much cuter than heifer!âÂ
And he chuckled at your annoyance, always proud of his accomplishments that left you feisty. âYouâre right, Iâm sorry, baby. You are a very gorgeous cow! Best out of stock! Youâd be, like, the one the farmer doesnât slaughter for a burger.â
âRight, just kept to be bred for the entirety of my life.â While only a joke, you knew his sick mind would run miles with it, as the inevitable lip bite came to play.Â
âOoh, now that you mention it-â
âDonât even start, you freak!â Your hand brandished over his mouth, only for you to shriek at the contact his wet tongue made with your palm, before taking a playful bite of your skin. Â
But with the bite came an abundance of kisses to your fingers and knuckles, as Eddie held your hand close to his lips, eyes peering down at you with caution. âPlease donât be mad at me.â His words mumbled against your skin.Â
Your brows furrowed with confusion. âWhat?â
Eddie sighed. âBoomer called me.â
You knew what entailed when Boomer called. âNo!â You couldnât help the petulant whine in your voice.Â
âHe wants me at the shop tonight.â Eddie kissed his teeth with a groan. And before your mouth could even form the hurdling question as to why, Eddie was there to clear it up with a sweet kiss to appease the disappointment. âWe got a coupleâa cars Boomerâs been hounding on us to get finished. âSpecially, since Rick just had his baby, nâ all, weâre down a man. And yâknow, honey, all the guys got wives and kids and shit, it was easier for me to stay overnight, and get as much done as possible.â
âBut Steveâs party!â You huffed. âWe were supposed to go tonight. We were supposed to do the Monster Mash!â Eddieâs heart sunk at the misery of your face. Where something as silly dancing may have landed insignificant in the grand scheme of life, you were the first person to cement the fact that with Eddie Munson nothing was trivial.Â
You cared for the little things with him.Â
Your head dropped with defeat. âAw, Iâm really sorry, sweetheart.â He ventured to meet your eyes. âLook, itâs a little extra money, Iâll take you out on a real nice date-â
âNo, itâs not even- ugh, I just spent so much time on the costume.â Granted, it was nothing but ordering overly priced cow printed clothes from various websites, but it really did hurt when the hot glue gun came in contact with your finger, as you strived to glue a mini UFO toy to your headband. âI really wanted to go-â
âSweetheart, please go.â He encouraged. While not the usual rhetoric, as Eddie Munson always prided himself in being by your side, especially with events such as an infamous Steve Harrington Halloween party, he could put it aside if it meant youâd enjoy your night rather than sulking alone on Halloween.
In retrospect, should you have done so, maybe you still would have been alive todayâŚ
âJust promise me youâll stick by Harrington and Rob, okay?â Despite the slumped shoulders of disappointment, you nodded to his request, and pecked his chin to pacify any guilt he may have been harboring for the turn of events. âOr hell, even Wheeler, saw her bitch out Carver for accidentally knocking over the newspaper stand, and with the look on his face, I trust her to do more harm than Stevie and his Farrah Fawcett hairspray.â
âIâm gonna look stupid just being an abducted cow.â You huffed, as you examined your DIY alien spacecraft headband, puffing out a giggle at the extensive amount of hot glue it took to secure the toy to the hair piece.
And Eddie Munson was right there to laugh along with you. âBelieve me, baby, with what I had planned, you wouldâve looked more stupid with me.â With a pout still distinguishable through your pitiful giggles, Eddie gently kissed your forehead, careful to not smudge the black spots that adorably littered your face. âIâll try to finish up as fast as I can, and make it before the cops turn up, okay?â
âYou sure you wonât be too exhausted?â
âTo do the Monster Mash with you?â Eddie scoffed. âHell no!â And he smiled, as your chest erupted in a bubble of laughter. âMight smell a little like grease, but so be it. Hell, Iâll even stop by the trailer, and come as an alien mechanic. Probe you with my wrench if youâll let me.âÂ
Eddie flicked out his tongue, and you squealed, as he attempted to smother you in his perverted ways. âGet off of me, you freak!â
âAlright, alright.â He calmed you through your fit of chuckles. âHow âbout,â he quickly kicked closed the door of your bedroom, âyou show that little number youâre wearing tonight, so I can know whatâs waiting for me? Little motivation, if you will.â He winked.Â
âUgh, my dad really does hate you, yâknow?â Your arms instinctively caught around his neck, as his veiny hands gravitated to your ass.Â
Eddie derided. âHa, just âcause I love eating my raw, juicy steak.â
âEw, you perv!â Your laughter was concealed by the capturing of his lips.
By the grace of your closed bedroom door, your parents were spared from the spank of Eddieâs hand against the meat of your ass that rippled with a stinging clash.
Eddie moaned. âYou love it. You so fucking love it.â
You did. You so fucking did.
-
In the lonesome of the darkness, Eddie smiled to himself. The heat of his phone radiated against his skin, warming his cheek, as your squeals brought a joy to him like no other. âOh, my god! You guys look so cute!â Even through the static of distance that blurred with the background of house music, your voice still lit a desire in him that could never be extinguished. âYouâre- Eddie, theyâre so cute!â Sandwiched between your shoulder and head, you played around with Robinâs tie, as sheâamong Nancy and Chrissyâgeeked at the enthusiasm of your compliments.Â
Despite his absence, your refusal to his exclusion left you detailing the present moments of Steve Harringtonâs party over a call that surely overheated the phone. And what Eddie figured was the greeting of your friends may have left you a bit distracted from him, your distant conversation was enough to have him chuckling to himself, relishing in the moment that made it feel as though he was actually there.
âAh, you even added the tattoos on your hand!â You screeched. âOh, and your hair-â You moved onto Chrissy.
âItâs a wig! I couldnât commit, ugh!â She clarified with a drunken slur that confirmed the group was well acclimated to the party, before you had arrived.Â
âEddie! Eds!âÂ
Eddie huffed a laugh through his nose. âYeah, baby, Iâm here.â
âChrissyâs Phoebe! A-And Nance is Lucy! And, of course, Robin is Julien!â You shouted over the thrum of the music. âAnd theyâre all wearing their matching suits! Boygenius! You remember? T-The songs I showed you?âÂ
âYeah, yeah, I remember, sweetheart.â Eddie smiled, a wish so vastly that he could experience your face of pure zeal. âTake pictures, baby, I wanna see it all.â
âAye, whereâs your other half?â Breaking through the static, that frat voice was far too familiar for Eddie to ignore.
âOh, baby, please tell me if Stevieâs wearing something stupid!â He begged. If it wasnât for the things Eddie Munson could hold over Steve Harringtonâs head, their friendship wouldâve succumbed to the awkward tension that came from being polar opposites in the hierarchy of high school. Call it karma for all the comments from The Kingâs friends that irritated The Freakâs life. But it was the teasing that allowed their âhatredâ to manifest nicely. A genuine development into frenemies. And given that Halloween of last year was spent with Eddie Munson berating Steve Harrington on his âlazyâ choice of a costumeânothing but pants with tiny, red flags held within his waistband; i.e., a walking red flag, i.e., Steve Harringtonâs excuse to walk around shirtlessâThe Hair, himself, vowed to come up with something more⌠creative.
Your laugh vibrated through the speaker. âOh, Steve, what are you wearing?â Your hand clasped over the shock of your gaping mouth.Â
Eddie practically lunged through the phone. âWhat?! What is it?!â
âYour boyfriend isnât the only one who can rock a vest.â Steveâs cockiness garbled through the heavy gulp he downed of whatever tainted his red solo cup. And with the vest, accompanied the tightest jorts youâd ever witness. Something old, like the Leviâs of his sophomore year, found in the ensemble of polos and sweaters of his closet that he could commit to destroying. And that he did, with the kitchen scissors of his mother, those pants turned into shorts, that then paired with knee pads and boots. âIâm Steve!â He spat into the mic of your phone, after drunkenly stealing it from your hands. ââStone Coldâ Steve Austin!â That Farrah Facett hair spray wasted to good use to slick back his mane. Â
Leave it to Steve Harrington to find a more creative way to be shirtless on Halloween night.Â
Despite now being pressed against the warmth of Steveâs ear, you could hear the guttural laughter of your boyfriend echo through. âSteve, give me my boyfriend!â You whined.Â
But your pleas went unheard. âOh, man, I told you I was going all in!â These were the guys that claimed to hate each other? Yeah, right. âNah, the girls are lovinâ it! Got the abs out nâ everything! All I gotta do is ask âem to wrestle, and theyâre gigglinâ their shit off! Iâm so getting laid!â
âGive me my phone back!â Your efforts fell unaccomplished, though.Â
âAnd whereâre you at, man? Iâve got people asking for your supply! Thought you were cominâ.â You rolled your eyes at the lost cause repossessing your phone became.Â
But you allowed your boyfriend to be virtually stolen, as the entourage of lesbians had plans to whisk you away to get something in your system for the night. Though, without his presence for reassurance, you were conscious of what you could manage, and kept it light enough for your body to buzz with relaxation. Eventually, your strength was able to pry away your phone from the sweaty hands of Steve Harrington, but not before his booze breath pervaded you with the stern information that he was in charge of you for the night, as per request of Eddie Munson. But, with pupils dilated like his, distractions being as easy as beautiful ladies walking by, and the atrocity of his outfit that left no room for seriousness (or the imagination, for that matter), Nancy Wheeler threw you the responsible look of understanding that sheâd cover that shift.Â
By the dead of night, youâd succumb to the rhythm of the music, and let your body fall to the beats that vibrated your soul with liberation. With bodies decorated in costumes swaying against you from every direction, you never minded the tease of a hand brushing your skin. Packed like sardines in the humidity of an October party, accidents were bound to occur.Â
But accidents donât repeat.
And when fingers started squeezing, your head whipped around, only to catch what was a glimpse of a masked man slipping away. Through the beer goggles you harbored, you blinked at what looked far too familiar for your liking, but between dancing silhouettes and blinding strobe lights, your drunken mind couldnât confirm what you didnât want to know.
âHey, you alright?â Robinâs breath fanned against your cheek, as she pulled your attention from the blank directions you were staring into.
You dryly swallowed. âUm, yeahâŚâ Spoken far too unconvincing for your friend. âJust, uh, Steve wouldnât let, like, um, underclassmen in, right?âÂ
âWhat, no, why?â She invited. âShit, donât tell me Dustin and the little rugrats are here!â Her sporadic eyes started bouncing from corner to corner.Â
âNo, no.â You brushed off her concerns, before they amplified to the degree of telling Nancy Wheeler. âJust thought I saw another freshman or sophomore, like, one of the Stafford twins.â
At the mention of the name, her eyes rolled on cue. âThose little shits? Yeah, wouldnât put it past them to try to crash.â
Robin Buckley hadnât known just how relieving those words were to you. With a solidified threat entailing your boyfriend, you could control the tiresome plague of teenage boys. But a pit in your stomach lingered where you didnât like, as you briefly looked over your shoulder, but nothing but blended bodies blurred your vision in a haze. You took a deep breath, swiping the sweat that beaded along your hairline.
Clinging to her tie, you pulled Robin close to tell her of your departure for another drink. While allowing you to do so, her instructions of ânot too muchâ trailed behind, landing on defiant ears. Your thrown thumbs-up was a lie, as more booze was felt necessary to rid that precedent feeling that still stiffened your hairs in apprehension. Because the what if's were beginning to outweigh the most likely occurrence; that it was someone dangerous stalking you, not one of the Staffords or their peers.
Navigating passed figures, your heels clicked against the kitchen tiles of the Harrington household, where sparse bodies littered about; a pause to the intensity of the late Halloween hour. 9:57 P.M, blinding you against the photo of your boyfriend, as your eyes blinked to adjust to the harshness of your phone screen.Â
Holding up ok baby
Awaiting you for the past seventeen minutes, you clicked his message, and scrambled to respond, before any concerns were drawn from your stagnation.Â
Yup, yup! Pretty packed, so Iâma getting a drink.
Your buzzing, inebriated mind conjured back. And within the pause of a couple seconds, the bubbles of his response appeared. You frowned. The image of Eddie bored out of his mind, surrounded by the cold metal of the mechanic shop, with nothing but fumes and grease tormenting his body had pestered your mind with guilt.Â
Are you okay?Â
Bored?
Would you bea ble to come? Now!
Leave it to your intoxication to interrupt his pending bubble. Though, there was never a care on his end. A smile always invaded his face when you were on the other line.
Iâm ok sweetheartÂ
Not too much to drink ok
Not yet baby got some cars still needing a fix but Iâll try to make it as soon as possible
I love you
Your shoulders slumped with the huff that exasperated from you. You shoved your way past the drunks that habited the cooler, as you pried a beer bottle from the ice. Too annoyed to deal with the water droplets that froze your hand against the glass, you settled on plucking a cup from the stack.
 đĄ
I love you, TOO!
With a groan of all your strength, you popped the cap against the counter, letting the metal clink against the floor. You watched with blank eyes, as the amber liquid aggressively swished within the plastic, hearing the echo of your breath pounding against your ear. But, in the matter of a second, the hairs of your neck shot with heightened alarm, your heart following soon after with a beat anxiously faster than before.Â
You stood frozen, your eyes darting, but ultimately losing to the depth of blackness surrounding you. Nothing. It had to be nothing.Â
Until the air from your nose fell motionless, and your chest became inert.Â
The breathing⌠continued. It was never yours to begin with.Â
You swallowed thickly, before whipping behind you, flinching back at the staunch build of the man in black. In an eerie contrast, his blindingly white mask scrutinizes your wavering frame.Â
Your mouth fell open to his arm that shamelessly came around your waist, and suddenly your hands were shoving against the density of his chest to pry him off. âYou pig!â The words involuntarily flew from your mouth to spite him. In retrospect, seeing the broadness of his shoulders run along the towering height of his stature should have been enough confirmation that what you were dealing with was far beyond the likes of a juvenile teenager, but with a drunken mind fueled with vexation, you lost the necessity to see clearly. âTouch me again, and Iâll have you thrown out, asshole!â You spat back.
In an attempt to put an end to all of this, your hand gravitated towards his mask, hoping to peel off the confidence that cloaked his cowardness. But as your fingertips grazed the plastic, his gloved hands snatched a harsh hold of your wrist, forcing a gasp to be caught within your throat, as you flinched back.Â
Nothing but the black eyes of his mask pierced your soul, as he stood silent, his hand flexing cruelly against your skin.Â
Your chest heaved with the rapid beat of your heart, as it took all your strength to release yourself from his restraints. You quickly grabbed your drink and phone, not wasting a second to run away from the man, who did nothing but watch you run off in the blur of the crowd.Â
Much to his dismay, it was you dragging Steve Harrington away from the pretty lady that was giggling her way into his bedroom later tonight. âWâŚWhat the h-hell?â He hiccupped.Â
âCan you kick that person out?!â Your urgency came with your aggressive finger pointing towards his kitchen. âGod, theyâre being creepy and weird, a-and they were, uh, they were touching me-â
âOkay, okay, just take a breath.â Steve calmed you through your inebriated panic. âWhat guy? What person?â
Because when Steve Harrington followed the trail of your finger, it all led to the emptiness of his kitchen. Nothing but the casual partygoers, who did nothing but huddle in the corner, nursing their drinks. âHim⌠uh, h-â You squinted the hazy booze from your vision, but no matter how harsh the blinks were, he was gone. âH-He was just there. The, um, the Scream mask guy, yâknow? Him?!â
âI- Y/N,â he really tried to give you the grace of understanding, but with liquor coursing through his body, and the clash of your consternation with the thudding of the booming music, Steve Harrington could hardly process the events unfolding before him, âthe Scream mask guy?â
âYes!â You forced out with frustration.Â
Steve blinked. âThereâs, like, fifteen people wearing Scream masks, Y/N.â Your eyes fluttered to your surroundings, hitting every corner of the Harrington residence, where Halloween truly brought out the most lethargic efforts of a costume: Scream masks. Steve watched your face fall in defeat, as his hand ran over his face in guilt. âHey, look, just stick with us, okay? No more walking on your own. If they come back, you get me, o-or Nance, Robin, okay? Anyone.â
Steveâs eyes didnât let up, until your head slowly nodded to his words.Â
âAnd tell Eddie, before he fucking kills me.â Steve sighed, fanning his breath out. While you could appreciate his concern, you werenât so keen on the babysitting nature of Steve Harringtonâs efforts that he just couldnât resist, as he guided you to the corner of the couch, and told you to stay put.
Effortlessly, Steve was able to maneuver his way back into the ropes of his rendezvous, all while a pout brandished your face, as you watched the rest of your friends unreservedly lose themselves to the night.Â
Your thumb hovered over Eddieâs contact.Â
Surely, the news would be broken to him, regardless, yet the dread of doing so still came with some hesitation, as you knew your boyfriend would be fuming in the lonesome of a garage, forcibly unable to focus on the work at hand, as he worried about you. And with the distance at play, itâd anger him beyond recognition, and despite not being his faults, heâd take it as so; not being there when needed, that is.Â
Please donât ger all weird and madâŚ!
Youâd imagine that incoming pang of your message alarmed him, given how quickly those bubbles were to appear. His messages hurdling even faster.Â
What the hell happened
Are you ok
weird? What weird? I donât get weird
HELLO?Â
Baby you have 5 seconds to respond
Your thumbs twiddled quickly to appease his inevitable worrisomeness.Â
Someones being creepy at Steve's.Â
Like, bothering me and trying to touch.
Me
And itâs really pissing me off. I had to tell them off just so they could back off. Iâm sitting on Steveâs couch now.
And you could read his impending responses from a mile away. Because when it came to you, it was inescapable.Â
Iâll be there
And thatâs all it took for you to lurch forward in your seat, and risk the opportunity of catching a cramp in your hands, as your fingers took a tight clutch to your brightening phone screen. If it wasnât for the music, nothing but the clacking of the digital keyboard would have infested your ears.Â
No!Â
No, Eddie, really, itâs okay!
I already got it handled. I told Steve, and he said heâd kick them out if they tried it again. Iâm okay, really.
Donât leave, Boomer will be angry with you. I donât wan you to get in trouble because of me :(
Christ, you had just wanted to Monster Mash. But with hot bodies having no regard for your space, as harassment entailed you throughout night, and now the potential of a heavy admonishment waiting for Eddie from Boomer should he leave, nothing but a disappointed scowl danced across your face. And while you could appreciate the kindness of your boyfriendâs heart- really, you could, you could also find frustration in your boyfriendâs lack of awareness for consequences. Because, yes, it was unfathomably sweet when Eddie rushed to your side, when you simply texted him about the pains of your period. Though, what followed was an angry boss, who chastised Eddie for leaving in the middle of his job, only to punish him with a closing shift on your anniversary date.
Not fun.Â
And with Cedars Evergreen Farm opening itself from the daily pumpkin patch to a nightly movie drive-in, Eddie had promised you an intimate date in the back space of his van, and youâd be damned if you lost your date night to the consequences of his actions. Eddie Munson had to stay.
The bubbles appeared.Â
Stay with Nancy.
A period. Eddie Munson never punctuated. In fact, run-on sentences were his specialty.Â
I mean it Y/N.
But, at the very least, you could relaxâsomewhatâwith the knowledge that his profession and your date werenât compromised on the night of Halloween. Your fingers typed away.
I wonât! Swears! <333333
I love you so much!!!
Ransacking through tubes of lip gloss and a tin of Altoids, your compact was pulled from the clutter of your purse, before it flipped to showcase your tipsy reflection. Aside from the minimal perspiration that smudged the edges of the patterned spots, you looked the cutest you could despite the night you endured, and some handsy delinquent with no manners wasnât going to ruin that for you.Â
Call me if something happens Iâll be there eventually stay safe and kick his ass if he does something else
Just kill him baby.Â
Honestly.
I will eventually so what does it matter if you get to him first :)
As he always managed to do, even when not present, you giggled at the vulgarity of his words. With the tip of your finger, you cleaned up the imperfect smears of your makeup, before smacking your lips together with a lather of your seductive plum gloss. With a zhuzh of your hair here and there, you stood from your miserable place on the couch, choosing to ignore the chastising gasp from Steve Harrington, as you made your way to the girls.Â
The audacious woman she was, Nancy Wheeler had wasted no time securing her hand around your wrist. âHey, is everything alright?â Her voice amplified over the music. âSteve told me what happened.â
Though her stern eye was cold, you eased her worries with a flail of your hand, throwing something along the lines of âEddie knows,â because if Eddie Munson knows, itâs taken care of.
Shoving the bothersomes of the night to the back of your mind, you graced the buzzing music with a warm welcome, as your body danced with the likes of Boygenius, and their carefree moves that came about with a burning cup of booze.
If Eddie Munson couldnât be there to experience the thrills of Halloweenâperhaps, being punished by running off kids who attempted to vandalize the garage; true karmaâthen, at the very least, you could retell the events with the blur of photos that claimed your photo album for the night.Â
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As the hours passed, your vision succumbed to the haze of alcohol that electrified your body. Strobe colors blended with the movement of strangersâ figures, and time seemed to slow, leaving you vulnerable to the predators that preyed upon you.
You saw him. Or maybe him. Every turn of your head, your eyes gazed upon the white mask that haunted your vision. In every corner. In every direction. But the liquor on your lips left your mouth numb and impuissant to the party your body craved, entrapping you in a defenseless state against his terror.Â
You watched from outside of your body, as your limbs betrayed you to the laxness of your inhibitions.Â
And through the darkness of your surroundings, you watched that taunting face creep closer and closer with every dragging blink of your eyes.
Robin Buckley twisted to the heavy hand on her shoulder.
Your pupils were blown out. âI-I need to use the bathroom.â Your tongue lapped at the dryness of your lips that cracked under your heavy breathing.Â
âOkay, Iâll go with you.â She shouted over the music, but your head insisted otherwise with drunken fervency.Â
âIâm j-justâ hiccup âgonna call Eddie.â You steadied yourself on wobbly ankles. âHad too much to drink, I-Iâll call him to pick,â hiccup âpick me up.â To hell with Boomer.
Robinâs warm thumbs swept under the smudged eyeliner that rimmed your eyes, with sparkles that once was packed onto your lid now dancing along the highlights of your cheek. She regulated you with a small smile. âDonât wait alone, okay? Come back here when youâre done.â
You nodded slowly to appease your gnawing headache.Â
One step at a time, your surroundings seemed to slow, as your vision tunneled to the bathroom at the end of the hall. Feeling like a mile away, your fingernails grazed the smooth surface of the floral wallpaper that clung to the Harrington abode to anchor you for the trek, as drunk bodies alike shoulder checked you with no regard.Â
When you felt the clank of your heels against the linoleum, your breath released with all tension, as the door slammed behind you shut, and you relished in the warped quietness the secluded bathroom was able to proffer you.
Flicking the light switch on had your head pounding and eyes harshly binding closed.Â
The toilet creaked under the weight of your slumped body, as you blinked your vision straight to find an array of messages awaiting you.Â
Feeling okay baby? Iâm lonely without you sweetheart these cars are boring me half to death need to see you soon or Iâll die
Finishing up soon, you doing alright baby
Heading out sweetheart
Iâll be there in a couple minutes
You sighed in relief, fumbling to click his contact, and letting the ringing line massage your head. âHey, princess.â
The static of his grumbly voice pacified your racing heart from an alcoholic adrenaline rush. âEds.â You exhaled in peace.Â
âY/N.â You could make out the smile that lingered on his lips, as his tongue spoke your name. âGet my message? Iâm heading over as soon as I get changed- and donât get on me just yet, I havenât started driving, so Iâm not putting myself in danger.â He laughed. You always were quite serious with that âOne Text or Call Could Wreck it Allâ motto- well, at least, with Eddie Munson you were. He didnât have an extensive relationship with the Hawkins PD for no reason. Â
âNo!â You whined into the call, lips pouting to their fullest extent.Â
âNo?â
Composing yourself, you settled into a deep breath. âDonât change. J-Just come get me.â Your voice managed to mumble a response.Â
âWhatâs the matter? Something happen? Are you okay?â His voice swore into your ear, the vigilance of it so prudent with protectiveness.Â
Your hot palm smashed against your cheek in exhaustion. âJust drank too much. Got caught up, and now Iâm too- I donât wanna be here without you. Wanna go home.â Your slurred words bleated. The staticness of his sigh rang out in a heavy breath, and you knew an upbraid was to be waiting for you the next morning, after he kissed you okay with Tylenol and a hearty breakfast. Eddie Munson always did have a knack for setting you up for the keelhaul that disguised itself in affection. Really, the only time the adult man showed responsibility. âNo mean words.â You fussed. âNot now, at least.â
âNo mean words, baby.â Eddie soothed. âOkay, just give me a few minutes, alright? Iâm leavinâ as we speak. Harringtonâs house is not too far, should be around Mirkwood in five.â You nodded, despite the on call conversation. âYou hear me?â
âYeah, yeah, Eds, five minutes.â You ignored the dull ache of your toes, as you conquered standing on straight feet. âThank you, baby.â
A chuckle huffed through his nose. âNo need, sweetheart, just no more drinking, okay? No goodbye shot with Robin or Stone Cold.â
You absentmindedly giggled at the image of Steve Harrington. âOkay.â You sighed. âNo shots with Stone Cold.â
âAtta girl.â He smiled. âAlright, just hang tight for me, shouldnât be long.â
âI love you.â Your breath dragged on.
âI love you way more, so you lose.â Eddie could vividly picture the pout that etched itself onto your mouth.Â
And it was his laughter that you last heard, as your jutted lips grumbled a âmeanie,â before hanging up, because in your drunken stupor, that competition felt like a real loss.Â
Turning to the mirror, you flinched at the state of your look. Luckily, Steve Harrington had no plans of having a lights-on party. Rummaging through his familyâs unmentionables, you pummeled a fistful of cotton swabs onto the counter, drenching each end with the sinkâs faucet of water.Â
A bit of coldness brought some release to your hot face, as you followed the edges of the painted black spots that smudged with the perspiration of your skin. But in a blink of a second, the bathroom door rattled with a single bang.Â
Your face twisted in confusion, your body stopping as you waited.
But silence was all that met you, and you blinked your eyes close to think straight.Â
Steve Harringtonâs house was packed with fifty plus strangers and acquaintances, all who whooped and hollered with an all you can drink display. It wasnât irrational for a drunken body to collide against a door or wall in an attempt to seek a bedroom.
You sighed, continuing your task of trying to look slightly presentable. But Steve Harringtonâs bathroom door didnât hold up to another aggressive knock that left its hinges vibrating with the harsh hit.Â
You swallowed thickly, aiming to ignore the hairs that stood across your body.
âS-Someoneâs in here.â But a suffocating atmosphere of pure quietude was all that came in response.
Goosebumps terrorized your skin, as your chest heaved with the heavy seconds it took to wait for something- anything to occur. You quickly discarded the stained cotton swabs, before slowly approaching the door.Â
Your trembling hand gently caressed the brass of the golden door knob, and with a swift swingâŚ
Nobody.
To the right of the hall, the blackness led to the shed of light, where all party goers gathered in the setting of the living room. Your shoulders slumped with relief.Â
And to the left-
Your heart plummeted. Heavy breathing echoed from his mask, as his built towered over your stature. The grotesque intimidation shot your eyes sober, as your stomach heaved with the terrifying sensation that consumed you.Â
Pathetic whimpers poured from your mouth, as you took caution steps back, only for him to follow with each movement.Â
Screw waiting.Â
The epinephrine from his bone-chilling presence detoxed your body dispassionately, as your legs found the momentum to run away into the crowd.Â
Yet, as you looked back, he all but laid back and watched, as he stood in place, taunting you with no effort. Almost getting off on how easily you scared.
But you werenât going to be a part of his game anymore. Halloween was over as of 12:14 A.M. You were going home.
Shoving past interlopers, you scoured your way to the less densely populated area of the back patio. Stragglers were all that occupied the darkened backyard, lingering on outdoor loungers, surely tainting Mrs. Harringtonâs cushions with cigarette smoke and beer stains alike.Â
âHey! Whereâs your boy toy tonight? Been wanting to buy!â You barely acknowledged the slurred voice of a prospective customer, as your attention became engrossed with watching the dancing bodies through the glass door.Â
For a mask.Â
You barely spared him. âNot here.â
But not a flash of white in sight.Â
The grumble of his buddies reverberated, as maybe for once, youâd be left alone for the night.Â
âWell, then, can I get something from you?â The crudeness of his smirk was palpable without you needing to turn around. The whistling of his friends only fueled the anger more. âHow âbout just a handy for double of what your boyfriend offers for a half ounce?â
You rolled your eyes. Yeah, screw waiting. âFuck off.âÂ
Taking the graveled path by the gardens to reach the sidewalk, you shook off the residing anger of perverted boys and creepy stalkers, and sucked in the chilled air that the night brought forth. Â
âUgh, stupid people, stupid party,â and as the universe would have it, your ankle bent against the icing on the cakeâa pebble, âah, and these stupid fucking shoes!â You exasperated with a juvenile stomp to your foot.Â
Luckily, the Harrington manor had the luxury of wooded solitude, where bystanders lacked, giving you the freedom of unleashing your annoyances with grumbles that would have had late night joggers crossing the street to avoid your strangeness.Â
âThis party sucks.â Your mouth groused, fingers typing fervently. âCouldnât stand to wait, I had to leave.â The owl hooted, and crickets chirped. Nothing but the point of your heel scraping against the concrete sidewalk to accompany the midnight songs. âHow far are you? Iâm walking, youâll probably see me.â
This party sucks! đ
Couldnât stand to wait, I HAD to leave!
How far are you?
Iâm walking, youâll probably see me.
In the year and some months change spent as Eddie Munsonâs special lady friendâas he loved to sayâyouâd never once had to grapple with the nonchalant facade boys your age seemed infected with. No, your Eddie was never one to shy away from fast texting, hell, even double- no triple- no quadruple texting. He liked you, very much so, of course, he was going to show it. Even if it came in his uniquely Eddie ways. How the hell was waiting four hours to respond under the guise of being âbusyâ supposed to turn you on?! Eddie Munson had one goal, and it was to make you his girlfriend. To hell with slow texters!Â
And yet⌠the bubbles never appeared.Â
But with how clouded your mind had become with the turn of events the night took, you carped to yourself, clicking your phone off with an agitated slam of your finger, and continued your trek with hunched shoulders and a down spirit.Â
Crushing leaves and kicking rocks was all you could succumb to in the face of boredom, as the hope of hearing that god awful exhaust with its metal music to pair driving down the street only grew stronger with every ache of your toes.Â
âOf course, of course! All this would happen to me.â Contrary, conversing with yourself seemed to be the only semblance of sanity for you at the moment. âShouldâve just gone trick-or-treating. Shouldâve just staked out with my dad.â Ah, yes, who was still, in fact, located behind your motherâs shrubbery, cocking his head at every giggle a passing teenager made. âUgh, stupid boys!â The bane of your existence. You stomped with anger, âHate everything,â you huffed. âHate these shoes,â oh, how you would apologize to them when the time was right, âhate these clothes, hate my life-â
You slowed your steps. Confused.
The ribbit of a frog leaping from lily pad to lily pad was all too familiar with the great puddles that dampened the forest environment. The pine trees, too, did their usual of entangling their branches in hugs with one another, as the midnight draft brought them closer.Â
Normal. Everything was sounded normal⌠except⌠the whistling.Â
No, not the rustle of wind, or the buzz of cicadas, but the sinister taunt of his hunt.
Your head whipped behind you, where your eyes rounded at his silhouette that drowned under the single flickering street lamp.Â
Whistling. Preying.Â
Your legs started without a momentâs notice. Though, your platforms only allowed for such limited speed, as you hastily dialed Eddieâs contact. Every impending ring sank your heart deeper and deeper, as the pit of your stomach felt as though it was going to collapse in on itself. His whistling only a few feet away. âHey, itâs Eddie-â
âEddie?!â
âOr is it? Ha! No, itâs totally Eddie. Iâm busy ignoring your calls, so leave a message or finally take a hint.âÂ
âUgh!â Frustration hung up the phone, as you no longer found the charm in his childish voicemail greeting. âGod, just pick up.â Your steps quickened to a slow jog. âPick up, pick up.â
The ringing had simply become torment to you now. âHey, itâs Eddie⌠Or is i-â
You whined in exasperated disbelief.Â
âFuck.â The whispers of your dread passed through your lips, as a stolen glance back only confirmed the proximity of which he managed with ease. Two jogs forward was a simple step for him.
Your chest heaved under the mounting pressure and the fear that tore your stomach to shreds. Your legs felt numb against the terror, and suddenly, your eyes were clamping shut with wishful thinking that all of this was just an unbearable nightmare, because through your quickening breaths, the heavy steps of his boots sounded closer⌠and closerâŚ
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Nothing but a flood of trees swallowed your surroundings, as his taut grasp of your body forced you into the dark abyss of a desolate forest.
Your throat ached at the screams that ultimately surrendered to a deadened buzz against his hand, as nothing but the crunch of leaves that snapped under his weight was all that could be heard in a miles radius.Â
With an elbow to his ribs and a kick to his shin, you gave it all your might to escape from his clutches, but your efforts never came to fruition, as the skin of your body became pinned to the scraping bark of a tree.Â
His heavy breathing rang against his mask, as his face taunted yours, watching the tears stream down your cheeks, as snot congested your wails. âAw, donât cry, my little⌠heifer.â
Slowly, your nails relented from his arm, and your eyes turned to bore into the black ones that adorned his mask. âEdsâŚ?â His loosening fingers around your mouth allowed your whisper to speak. In a moment of clarity, his smell became all too dear of cigarettes and cedar spice. Your Eddie. âW-Wha⌠Eddie, wait, whatâs g-â
Though, as your body began to fall slack under the ease of his familiarity, his sinister laugh only mocked your moment of vulnerability, as he exploited your weakness to have his heavy body pressed against your backside. Â
âOh, what a sweet body to slaughter.â The depth of his voice had your heart now beating with something more than fright. âYou wanna make it to the sequel, baby?â
Because suddenly, the night of September 4th came to memory.Â
Nana Munsonâsâmay her soul rest in misery (an avid believer of corporal punishment against a rowdy seven-year-old Eddie Munson)âcouch had fallen to the impressions of both yours and Eddieâs body, as the Saturday evening brought laziness against your energy. Secured between his legs with your back falling lax against his chest, your eyes lulled to the scratches Eddie provided to your underboob against the imprints of your now discarded bra.
But the cries of Tatum Riley, as she capitulated to her death by garage door, had blinked your eyes awake. âThink it was Stu?â Your face scrunched under the sudden loudness of his voice. Much to his credit, though, Eddie hadnât been aware of your drowsiness.Â
âHuh?â
âYâthink Stu killed Tatum?â He reiterated.Â
Your brows furrowed. âNo way, that was his girlfriend.â
His chuckle reverberated from his chest. âClearly, that didnât mean shit.â Spoken truthfully, as her lifeless body dangled above. âBut surely he had to be the one takinâ the reins on that one, he set her up.â
âSet it up, sure. But killing her? Nuh-uh.â Eddie laughed at your definitive state. âHe had the whole party to host, someone wouldâve noticed him missing. Plus, no one was expecting Billy to even be there, giving him the most perfect opportunity to do it.â You disseminated factually.
âOkay, okay, so wait.â Eddie cleared his throat. âYouâre saying Billy snuck inside the house, then back outside, and just went all the way around like that, hiding the costume nâ all, to kill her? Someone totally wouldâve seen him.â
With a debate at hand, you attempted to sit up, but his greedy hands held you back, wanting to continue to seek solace in the body heat your boobs generated. âOkay, itâs odd-â
âReally odd.â
âBut, Billyâs calculated, yâknow.â You retaliated. âIf either of them are going to pull it off, itâs going to be Billy. You know how, like, clumsy Stu is. He couldnât have done it.â
Eddie dramatically brushed you off with a pestering psh. âYouâre just sayinâ all that, âcause you like Matthew Lillard.â
âPlease, everyone knows Billy killed Tatum.â You laughed. âThis has nothing to do with Matthew Lillard being hot- ow!â
His nimble fingers squeezed at your pebbling nipples, as he menacingly chuckled in your ear. âSwear, Iâll put on that fucking mask and have my way with you if I hear you call another dude hot.â But oh, how that thought, itself, was already having its way with you. Wriggling in his embrace, your actions did not go unnoticed by your boyfriend, as he eyed the rub of your thighs. âOh, you like that!â He smirked.
âWhat?â You squeaked, fighting through the endeavor of avoiding the eyes that tried so hard to look into yours. âNo, I donât. Y-You freak.â But the heat of your face was palpable, and Eddie reveled in the bashful embarrassment that he could elicit within you.
âOh, you so do, baby.â He sneered in your face, the silver of his rings stimulating goosebumps on the canvas of your skin, as his hands cupped your fullness. âHm, want me to fuck you with that mask?â
You whined at his words. âEddie.âÂ
âThatâs honestly hot as fuck, yâknow?â His voice dripped with arousal, as his hands roamed your belly. âLetting me fuck you to spare you, fuck, throw in that knife you like. Begging for you life, shit.â
And with that hand of his sneaking between your legs, who were you to remember a one-off conversation from over a month ago?
The trunk of the tree bit at your cheek, as he forcefully affixed your body to the rough surface. Cold metal clashed against your thigh, and suddenly the scrape of a blade was shooting chills through your body; his pocket knife. âUgh,â his groans intensified, as his hand got lost under the ruffle of your skirt, letting your clothed cunt be teased by the sharp edge, âthe things I could do to you. And not a single soul would hear. Not your screams. Not your cries. Just completely at my mercy.â
You gasped at the unforeseen slice that ripped your panties in two, forcing the ruined lace to be soiled in the ground below you; the nightâs draft now blowing against the flooding wetness of your exposed folds. âPlease.â His laughs were all that met your pleas. âD-Donât hurt me.â
Oh, what a fantasy come true.Â
Your teeth pierced into your swollen lip, as the flat edge of Eddieâs knife abruptly pressed into your clit, its coldness sending shockwaves to the hot bundle of nerves that had your hips driving back onto his pulsating bulge.Â
âDonât hurt you?â He mocked. âOh, but how fun would it be if I did. Huh, my little calf?â The fear that stirred in your belly was only able to ease for a second, as his sharp blade finally left your core, but only to trace the skin of your naval. âTo bruise your skin, break your morale, violate your body- ugh, this pretty, little body.â His knife severed your tiny shirt in two, expelling your breasts. Eddieâs gloved hand then bunched your skirt at the hip, letting the cool zephyr nip at your naked body. âGod, look at that.â His harsh hand groped your ass, pulling your cheeks from one another to see the glistening of your pussy under the moonlight. âAnd I can just do anything with it, huh?â
âIâll do a-anything, I-I- just please, Iâll let you do anything, just let me go-â
âOh, no, baby, look at you.â Eddieâs stature followed down your squirming figure. âYouâre never leaving me.â Before you could get a word in, his strength brought you to your knees, your skin digging into the dirt and discarded panties of the ground. In a flash, his knife pressed to your tensing neck, as his mask stared you down from his height. âYou better fucking show me how much you think your life is worth.â
Your manicured hand wasted no time to undo the metal clasp of his belt, as Eddie sighed at the relief his throbbing cock felt from the confined restraints of his jeans. Precum drenched his boxers wet, and behind that mask, your boyfriend smiled at the delicate kisses you offered to his body, despite the debauched scene at hand.Â
His cock sprung with an angry tip targeting your face, and your graceful fingers found themselves scratching at the unruly curls of his pubs, before wrapping around his girth to pull back to the sticky skin of his cock.Â
âMm!â You moaned, as you tongued at his head, collecting the budding seed that oozed from his hole.Â
His hands didnât hesitate to grapple onto your scalp, bringing you forth with dramatic moans, as his pocket knife rested against the plumpness of your cheek. âOoh, fuck, yes.â His teeth clenched tightly. âShove it down your fucking throat like your life depends on it.â
Your tongue salivated along the underside of his dick, as your lips latched onto his length, constraining you to take all you could of him. Drool pooled at the corners of your mouth, coating him in your spit that allowed your slick hands to jerk him with burning friction. His hips couldnât help but drive forward, and he selfishly ignored the chokes that restricted your throat taunt, merely giving him something tighter to fuck.Â
âGod, let me trash that pretty fucking mouth of yours.â His hairs tickled your nose, as a mess of spit and precum slung from his cock to your chin. Hollowing your cheeks had Eddieâs mewls echoing from his mask, as your eyes peered up lovesick at the sight of his bruteness taking all he felt was his.
He tapped your cheek disrespectfully, forcing you off his cock, only for his heavy hand to shove your head lower. âCâmon, you know what to fucking do, you fucking slut. You wanna live? You wanna go back to your boyfriend?â He laughed, playing his part menacingly. âYou wanna be able to suck him off with that same fucking mouth you sucked mine with, you better make me fucking feel good, or youâll be no use dead in the woods.âÂ
Your mouth locked onto his heavy set balls that shoved itself in your face, and you suckled at the velvet skin, pulling it from his body, and feeding it into your mouth with whines of satisfaction. Your wet muscle tickled his legs numb, with his knees buckling at the massage he forced out of you.Â
And inch by inch, your tongue teased the expanse of his taint, until he felt it prod at his pulsating hole, and he forced your face deeper between his thighs, as nothing but his cock and balls swallowed your face. âYou dirty fucking whore, ugh!â
Such an intimate spot, his musk invaded your senses with nothing but Eddie, Eddie, Eddie flooding your surroundings. His thick thighs suffocating your face; his leg hairs nipping at your cheeks; his balls smashing against your nose; his cock leaking on your forehead. There was no leaving Eddie Munson.Â
He consumed you.Â
âDirty that fucking face, shit, mâgonna make that pretty fucking face filthy!â Eddie rode your face, forcing your tongue to plunge into your tight asshole, as you tried to keep up with his rough movements. âEat my fucking ass, all your worth doingâshit, shit, fuck, Iâm gonnaâshove your fucking tongue in there!âÂ
Your nails clawed at his thighs, branding red streaks to bleed against his pale skin.Â
But unexpectedly, you were rammed onto the dirt with a gasp of surprise leaving your mouth, as his barbaric strength manhandled you onto your tummy, blatantly ignoring your struggles.
His heavy weight suppressed your body to your ground, as his merciless hand came around your jaw, squeezing your face. âSmile, baby, big fucking smiles.â Eddie forced your lips to pucker. âWant nothing but smiles outta you while everything is happening. Show me how pretty you are- how happy you are to have me violate you, how much you love this.â
You felt his dense cock poke at the globes of your ass. âYou gonna be a good fucktoy, and let me ruin these holes, huh? Not going to make a noise? Not going to tell anyone? Yeah?â You whimpered at the thick head to pried your sticky lips apart, catching your clit, only to glide back to your sopping entrance that clenched with need. âAnd Iâll let you live, Iâll let this pretty body live. Yeah? Go back to your boyfriend, but youâll still be mine, no? When youâre leaving his, Iâll take you on the street. In the middle of night, when your clueless parents are asleep. When you just want to live in peace, but Iâll be there to wreck it, because this bodyâs mine. Itâs all mine.âÂ
His cock intruded your pussy. âAh! Yes, yes! Make me take it!â Dirt stuck beneath your nails, as you attempted to cling onto the ground.Â
âFuck!â Eddie bleated, as he fell balls deep, flushed to your back. âMy fucking play thing.â He punctuated with a rough thrust. âMy fucking pussy to use.âÂ
With seven inches pumping deep, the ridges of his cock rubbed against your sensitive g-spot, as your cunt stroked him of his precum; a ring of your mixing cream flooded at his base to splash his naval dirty. Your arm managed to snake back, pushing the endeavor to slow his hips from the rapid pace he was fucking at, but his hands shut down your futile attempts.
âNuh-uh!â He masked pressed to your face, your arm now pinned to your ground. âYou said make you take it, youâre gonna fucking take it!â Eddieâs guttural voice vibrated against your ear.Â
âY-Yes! Whatever you say! Please!â Your neck ached with the stretch Eddie was forcing to keep your head up. âUse me! Need you to use me!â
The veins of his cock were hammering with desire, as all his blood pumped to his groin to keep it hard until it got the release it was begging for. And he did all to get you there, as your walls were quivering around his length, your cries bleeding through the tight hold his hand kept to your jaw. The woodland creatures of Hawkins, Indiana were perking their ears at the wails of what they could only infer was an innocent critter being preyed upon; not too far from truth.Â
Your soft walls kept him warm against the biting chill of the night, and by the way your back was arching to shove your ass deeper into his pelvis could only mean you, too, were selfishly begging to satiate that aching need.
âMm, fuck! Look at that ass.â He peered to see the fat of your cheeks recoiling against the snap of his hips. âThis fucking ass and cunt- such a dirty, little fucking cunt.â His chest peeled from you, as cold wind satisfyingly blew against the sweat that marinated between your hot bodies.
The leather of his gloves stung against your cheek, as his heavy hand came to spank your jiggling roundness, while he moaned at witnessing the length of his cock get lost in the crevice of your ass. Peeling them apart, he eyed your winking hole, and propelled his hips forward, so your neglected asshole could get a tickle of his pubic hair, as he ground himself against you.Â
Your skin slapped together so violently in the waking hour of early November. Writhing beneath his body weight, your body could only hold back for so long, before you succumbed to your needs.Â
âSo fucking sick in the head, yâknow that? Such a pretty face with such a sick head.â Eddieâs hand came to constrict your throat, thumbs digging into your pulse points. âYou love this, love me abusing you, abusing this filthy fucking pussyâaugh, shit, shit!â His cock twitched under the clenching of your cunt that fluttered from his degradation. âIâll defile it until no one wants you- no one but me! But fucking me!â
He jackhammered in dick mercilessly, until your hole clamped shut around him; your nipples scraping against the dirt with every drill of his hips. âC-Canâtâahhâtake it anymore! Too much! Stop!â
âMm! You can hate this as much as you want, but your slutty body fucking loves it.â His fingers found themselves on your thudding clit, harshly circling it with the soft material of his gloves. âCum for me, baby, cum on fucking cock!â
The muscles in your stomach were cramping, as the pressure was mounting against your core. Eddieâs muffled moans were proliferating by the seconds, and his wet balls were seizing against your pussy, nearing the end of self-control.Â
âI-I won't tell anybody, just let me cum! Please, please, please! No one, just between you and me!â Your pathetic blabbings had him laughing through the pain of his straining, aching cock.
Without a care for the tiny bugs that swarmed the dirt beneath you, your head dropped with the wails of your orgasm, as your body trembled with the overpowering sensations that wrecked your body lifeless. Your vision fell black, and all that could be heard was Eddie Munsonâs fuzzy voice screaming with the release of ropes of cum that flooded your pussy full.Â
Unable to kiss you with the barrier of a mask, Eddie did all but purr and meow, as he displayed his affection with clumsy headbutts, as your bodies fell slack in the middle of the woods.Â
Slowly, as your vision came to be, and the blur was gone, your peripheral catched Eddieâs head menacingly turn, as he examined your lax state. And that laugh- that sinister laugh pooled your stomach with fear. âIâll never be done breaking you.âÂ
Before you could protest, Eddie manipulated your lenient limbs, and knocked you onto your back with your heavy legs falling entrapped in his strong grip. Hoisted in the air, your oozing pussy opened up to him with your thighs pinned to your dirty chest. But you knew your body, sensitivity was buzzing deep within, and you wouldnât be able to handle anymore.
Your weak hands ventured to slap his head away, but his strength overpowered you, and for the first time tonight, the mask came off. You bawled at the attachment of his full lips eating at your clit. âIâd love to send you back to your boyfriend with my babies stuffing you,â the vibrations rippled inside you, âbut heâd know too much.â
Back and forth, his tongue trekked from flicking your bud, splitting you in half, and prodding at your tight asshole, where sticky arousal seeped into. âAugh! S-Sensitive, Eds!â
Eddie merely chuckled into your cunt, breaching it with the point of his tongue to lap all that flooding inside you. The tang of your pussy never tasted so good with his piquant cum, as his mouth ravished your opening, pulling and sucking your folds with the fervent shake of his head. Gluttony was committed with how unforgiving he was with gorging your wetness into his mouth, proceeding back to bully your bundle of nerves, until your body was jerking with trying to flee his inescapable hold.
âStop! Eddie, Iâm gonna- f-fuck, really, Eds, I canât!â You tried to desperately plead, but if there was anything Eddie Munson loved more than you, it was actually just you completely at his mercy.
Consuming the cum from your pussy, your legs locked and trembled around his head, and instantly, warm liquid was inundating his mouth. Your cries from the aching release of your squirt bled sinfully with his moans from your taste, creating the most depraved music of your intimacy, as your eyes lost the will to focus on anything else, but the glowing moon against the nightâs blackness.Â
But in the haze of your inebriated mind, your boyfriend had crawled his body over yours, where mouths quickly connected. Only, the opening of his lips invited your squirt to soak onto your tongue. And it stayed there, swapping between your jaws, as both of you made fleeting attempts to consume each other with loving desire, until everything was swallowed from the intensity.
And all that was left was Eddie Munson smiling down at your blissed out face, his chin scintillating under the moon.
âYou okay, sweetheart?â He caressed your face. âWouldâve just abducted you, but probing you felt more fun.â He teased at the irreparable damage done on your innocent cow costume.
You breathlessly laughed, refuting his words with an incredulous shake of your head. âWhatever happened to just asking me to take you to my leader?â
Eddie giggled, kissing you okay with delicate pecks that greatly contrasted from the lascivious events he put you through. He had sat up, degloving his handsânow drenched in perspiration from the confining heatâto brush away the specks of dirt that clung to your breasts. âHere, lift up for a second.â His now gentle hands helped guide the torn piece of clothing from your upper body, where the soft fabric now became a clean-up cloth for both your bodies. âIâll get you new clothes,â Eddie groaned, seeking to squeeze his head from the hoodie that he took off, now proffering to you, âpromise, sweets.â
âHelp me up, donât want a worm near my vagina.â He laughed at your whines, hands coming to entangle with yours, as a firm arm around your waist helped leverage you on wobbly legs.Â
âYeah, sorry for the lack of set up.â Eddie swiped the dirt off your bare butt. âThough, donât think a nicely laid blanket and candles would have really fit the whole horny-violent-serial-killer vibe, yâknow?â
âWell, duh. You canât light candles in the woods, thatâs dangerous.â Christ, you really were something to appreciate. âBut, no, seriously, that was-â you eyed him excitedly with precious giggles, âthat was really good. Like, better than anything I could have fantasized Stu Macher doing.â And felt the consequences of that joke with a sharp pinch to your ass. âAh! Okay, okay!â
Eddie guffawed in your face, planting a searing kiss onto your hairline. âYouâre insufferable, yâknow that?â He hugged you tightly. âBut you liked it? Not too much- hell, too little, you freak?â
âNuh-huh, perfect!â You sweetly piqued, until you diverted with a swat to his chest. âBut, Christ, Eddie, you really scared me! And lied to me! I thought some lunatic was following me!â
âOh, come on, when have I ever let you go to some rager alone? A Halloween one, at that?âÂ
You pouted. âYou made me hate Boomer just a little.â A guttural howl bubbled from him, as he went to pick up the discarded mask and pocket knife that was strewn about, your shirt and panties followed, gathered in his other hand. âAnd I have to throw these away.â
âThrow away?â His brow cocked, evidently in disbelief, as he examined your underwear. âJust because theyâre sliced doesnât mean they canât be shown any love. Nothing I canât add to the collection.â He smirked with a wink.Â
âDamn it, Eddie, give me back my seamless ones, theyâre the only ones I can wear with leggings without getting lines.â You remembered.
And his eyes couldnât help but teasingly roll back. âAlright, alright, careful with the branches, baby.â Side by side, Eddie guided you through the wooded area, until the quiet sidewalk he once kidnapped you from came in sight under the yellow streetlights.
Though, while you two had your fun of kink exploration, unfortunately, your dear friends were nearly killing themselves over trying to find you three blocks away, plotting operation plans as to what may have occurred. Lying where it was once dropped, you grimaced at the piling text that bombarded you, when you picked your discarded phone.
Hey, Iâm okay! Swear it, Eddie picked me up! So sorry! Was too drunk to stay and tell you! đ
Hopefully, the off brand Lucy Dacus would be lenient enough to spare you for the night. You could face their wrath tomorrow.
âOof, gotta spend the night with me, before Wheeler kills you.â Eddieâs nosy trait had him reading your messages over your shoulder.Â
âItâs your fault! Ugh, youâre actually going to get me murdered!â You groaned, while all he could do was arrogantly smile at his work, until you abruptly stopped with a gasp. âYou decided to sexually harass me all night instead of doing the Monster Mash with me?!â Christ, that pointed finger was so accusatory.Â
Eddieâs hand flew up in defense. âSweetheart, I swear Iâll give you all the Monster Mashing until Thanksgiving.â
âYâknow, I think this was all just your way of getting out of dressing up.â Your eyes squinted with the interrogation.
Oh, how you wanted to eat that sly grin away. âAnd fucking you? Yeah.â
âUgh, you perv!â Eddie caught your hand before it could swat him, giving him the leverage to torpedo a swarm of open-mouth kisses to your face. âOkay, okay! Truce!â He combed your hair straight, chuckling at your disheveled state. âSo, that was really you stalking me?â
âYup.â
âAt the bathroom?â
âUh-huh.â
âIn the kitchen?â
âTotally me, baby.â
âOutside my window?â
âYea- wait, what?â Eddie flinched back in confusion.Â
Your eyebrows furrowed. âEarlier today, when you came by. Yâknow, watching me from my window?â
Eddieâs steps immediately came to a halt, as his face blended into concern. âSweetheart, I never stood outside your window.â He declared. âYeah, I came by, but seriously, your dad had just let me in. Who the fuck was at your window?â
You rejected the conversation, choosing to continue to walk. âStop, Eddie, donât scare me. You already have enough.â
âY/N, Iâm serious. I never stood outside your window.â Eddie Munsonâs eyes were never one to genuinely lie.Â
âM-Maybe it really was just some kid, then.â You rationalized.Â
âAlright, look, letâs just really call it a night, and get home.â A protective arm secured you to his body.Â
Because perhaps in the night, your drunken mind did notice two figures watching you that were simply chalked up to one. Maybe, the second one was the one watching from the corner, then from behind a tree. Maybe, it was the one that quietly stalked twenty feet behind with a knife that shined too brightly under the moonlight to ever be plastic.
Donât you know couples who have sex on Halloween night are the first to die?
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LIGHTS, CAMERA, ACCIĂN - AN EDDIE MUNSON X READER AU
credit for cute lil cut off divider: @cafekitsune
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18+ â MINORS DNI
pairing: eddie munson x pornstar!reader
summary: eddie is short on rent this month and needs quick cash, luckily he stumbles upon an ad for casting in an adult film and finds himself shooting a porno with you
contains: strangers to lovers trope, drug and alcohol use, mentions of smoking, awkward situations, oral (f and m receiving), p in v (unprotected â be safe pls), mentions of people being judgemental of readers line of work, mentions of anal, slightly exhibitionism, lots of smut, a sliver of mechanic!eddie, and eddie being the charming loser he's always been <3
word count: 13.5k (i am so fucking sorry omg)
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Eddie might be way in over his head.
Eddieâs been naked in front of groups of people before (the high school boy's locker room is a scary place to be, honestly), but never in those awful days of forced physical education was Eddieâs dick the center of everyoneâs attention.
Itâs weird, no doubt about it, standing at the front of a conference room with a table full of producers and writers and whatnot just⌠ogling Eddieâs naked frame.
âCan you lift your dick, please? So we can see your balls.â
Yeah. This is definitely going at the top of Eddieâs âweird things Iâve done for moneyâ list.
Still, Eddie reaches down and presses his dick up against his lower stomach to give his audience an unrestricted view of his balls.
Jesus.
âOkay, you can put your clothes back on.â
Honestly, Eddie wouldnât be in this situation if it werenât for Robert, the manager at Eddieâs jobâ well, old job.Â
Robert had some kind of weird fucking vengeance out for Eddie. Maybe it was because Eddie came back high from, like, most of his lunch breaks, but should that really matter if Eddie still got the job done? How coherent do you have to be to organize music records by name? Not very fuckinâ much.
Robert disagreed, though, so he fired Eddie.
Robert was an asshole, though, and whenever Eddie would nicely warn him, âHey, Rob, Iâm gonna be out of town next Saturday,â Robert would still fucking schedule him to close on that exact day!Â
Good riddance.
Except now, Eddieâs short on rent for the month, which is why heâs found himself standing fully naked in a room full of adult filmmakers.
Eddieâs almost dropped out of this deal ten times by now. He wasnât sure if he was keen on the idea of his bare, naked body being out for the entire world and future generations to see. But then Eddie thought about it, and, well, heâs got a pretty decent cock. Itâs an average size, and itâs not weird looking or anything, and his balls donât sagâ and, like, isnât his dick primarily the star of the show? Eddie Jr. could pass for a star, Eddie thinks, and so do the people looking at it right now.Â
And he also really fucking needs the money, so. Porn it is.
Whatever.
Eddie could deal with it as long as he gets enough money to keep a roof over his head. Which reminds himâ âHey, uh, how much will I be getting paid, by the way?â
Eddieâs now fully clothed, car keys in hand, and ready to go now that heâs been dismissed, and heâs scratching the back of his neck as he waits for an answer.
One of the men at the table (Eddie thinks his name is Brian, but heâs not 100% sure) glances up at Eddie from the pile of papers heâd been sorting through, âEight hundred for the booking and ten percent from the sales.â
Which, yeah, that covers Eddieâs rent. It also leaves a little bit of change in Eddieâs pocket, so âSweet.â Eddie nods.
So, Eddie follows one of the assistants to her office, where she hands Eddie a file with the word SCRIPT written in bold and red letters, âRead over it, practice the lines a few times, do whatever you need to do to prepare for Friday.â She kindly smiles.
Sheâs sweet. Short, stout, and pretty, and she has these cute glasses that remind Eddie of a ladybug. Eddie takes the manila folder, bowing his head with a cheesy smile, âThank you, Emily.âÂ
âSo, will I be getting a costume? Do pornos still have those dramatic plots with, like, pirates and shit?â Eddie rambles as he cracks the folder open to take a gander.
Emily snorts, âSure, but unfortunately, youâre not a pirate for this one,â Eddie glances at her and dramatically pouts, âYou will be taking on the role of a neighbor. Pretty simple and easy, not much setup needed, but Iâm sure youâll see that when you read over the script.â
Eddie looked over the script as soon as he got in his van, and Emily was right: thereâs not much setup at all. Thereâs a few cheesy lines, cliche porno shit that definitely gets skipped over, and then they go straight to fucking. Eddie tries to run his lines a few times, but then he fails miserably, so he ends up tossing the script in his passenger seat and making a mental note to look at it later.
How hard can it be?
Apparently pretty fucking hard.
Itâs Friday, and Eddieâs a chaotic mess as he walks in through the doors of the film studio. Heâd just spent the last 30 minutes in his van trying to practice his lines, but Eddie was never the greatest theater kid, and the lines wouldnât stick, so he ended up smoking a joint to ease his nerves.
People are bustling around the room, calling out orders and setting up lights, mics, furnitureâ the whole mile. Itâs an entire ordeal that Eddie has walked into, and for a second, Eddie forgets that heâs one of the actual stars when someone walks up to him and says, âYou're the new talent?â
âHuh?â
âNew talent. Are you the guy weâre filming today?â
Eddie glances around and catches a glimpse of a half-naked girl eyeing him from across the room as a lady fixes her hair for the cameraman. Sheâs pretty. Gorgeous, actually. Nice body and soft-looking skin that Eddie would like to sink his teeth into and leave pretty little marks.
âUh, yeah. Yeah, Iâm Eddie.â
âGood. Youâre late.â
Shit. Eddie mustâve lost track of time while practically hacking up a lung in his hotboxed van.
The person drags Eddie to a vanity and nudges him toward the high chair, âYouâll get your hair and makeup done, then we should be rolling in about half an hour.âÂ
Itâs jarring, really, seeing the amount of work that goes into the shitty raunchy films Eddie jacks off to, but itâs captivating nonetheless. Eddie can see the movement behind him through the vanity mirror, but heâs more focused on the pretty girl still posing for the camera. If thatâs the girl Eddie will be working with, then this will be way easier than Eddie thought it would be because heâs already getting hard. Some might call it pathetic, but oh well.
âHiya, hon! You the new talent?â A chirpy girl walks up behind Eddie, pearly white teeth and glossed lips working in tandem as she chews her gum and blows a quick bubble. She doesnât wait for Eddieâs response as she digs her fingers into Eddieâs curly strands, tossing and gently pulling them about to see what sheâs working with.Â
Her name is Nicki. Sheâs friendly and very talkative; Eddie comes to learn, because for the majority of the time that sheâs working on Eddieâs hair, her mouth is running nonstop. Eddie doesnât mind, though; honestly, it helps to take his mind off of whatever the fuck heâs gotten himself into.
Emily, the assistant from earlier, walks up to the vanity, her cute ladybug glasses slipping down her nose as she steps into Eddieâs viewâ and Eddie is happy to see a familiar and kind face. âWill you be needing a fluffer?â
Eddie blinks, eyes fluttering when the hairstylist dusts his bangs over his lashes, âUhâ a what now?â
Nicki loudly pops her gum as she shakes a can of hairspray, âA fluffer, honey. Someone to jack you off and get you ready for the scene.âÂ
Eddieâs eyes widened for a split second, and he made the mistake of glancing over at the girl who was still modeling across the room. Her tits are out now, and theyâre perfect, and she catches Eddieâs eyes for the second time, and it makes his already stiffened cock stir within his pants.
Eddie shakes his head as he looks back at Emily, his voice higher when he responds, âNo, I uh⌠I think Iâm good.â
Which, duh. Eddie's dick is practically breaking the seams of his jeans because of the pretty girl, and itâs only getting worse because now sheâs walking toward him dressed in a white robe. âYou must be Eddie.â
Eddieâs surprised you know his name, but then he figures, obviously, you must know his name given the fact that youâre about to let him swing his dick near you. âThatâs me,â Eddie smiles, âYou must be⌠Iâm sorry nobodyâs told me anything.â He awkwardly laughs.
You nod with a shrug and tell him your name, âIs this your first time filming?â You ask.
Eddie nods, âIs it that obvious?â He nervously asks. You shrug, âMost guys in the industry need more than a pair of tits to get that hard.â You nod towards Eddieâs crotchâ and oh god. How embarrassing! She knows you were checking her out!
âNo need to be embarrassed though, Eddie. Pretty soon, youâll be shoving your cock down my throat, so.â
Eddieâs cock may have gotten harder from those words alone.
âA rookie? Seriously, Don?â
Your makeup is being done, so you donât see how your manager rolls her eyes at you. âWhen I said I wanted someone fresh, I didnât mean never-been-under-the-camera fresh.âÂ
The makeup artist finishes with your touch-ups, and you take the opportunity to turn to Don and glare at her, âHe doesnât know what heâs doing, Don.â
The older lady waves a dismissive hand, âHeâll do just fine, babe,â she deadpans. You shake your head, turning to look at the man of the hour. Heâs attractive; youâll give him that. Tall, pretty curly hair, sweet brown eyes, a panty-dropping voice. Sure, heâs attractive, okay. But heâs got no clue how to do this type of thing. Clearlyâ I mean, youâre literally watching him gaze down at the dildos that have been lined up for you as if heâs never seen one in his lifeâ which you doubt. If he knew how to find an adult filmmaking studio, then heâs definitely seen some fucking dildos.
You suppress a laugh when he accidentally drops a glass dildo, turning back to your manager as you ignore his chorus of apologies to the staff, âMy case in point.â
Don fails to hold back a laugh, âSo heâs a little off the walls,â she shrugs, âHeâs cute though. And his dick is nice. Trust me.â
And, well, sheâs not wrong.
Donâs never been one to lie without reason, so unfortunately, Eddieâs cock is nice. Pretty, even. Which is weird because after some time being in this industry, the thrill of a nice-looking cock has gotten lost on you because they practically all look the sameâ just different shades of colors, really.
But Eddieâs cock is nice in the sense that itâs real. Heâs not shot up with steroids to make it overly veiny and big or cleanly shaved or any of that superficial camera-ready shit. No, Eddie is natural. Heâs got neatly trimmed curly hairs across his pelvis that smell like his body wash when you nuzzle your nose against it, and heâs big enough to wrap your hand around, but you know the second he pushes inside of you, it will be a nice stretch. Heâs cut, and he has a slight curve to the left, and heâs so sensitive his cock jumps when you tap the pearly white drop that leaks from his tip. You giggle, shuffling forward on your knees as you stroke him.
Youâre already done with the opening scene, finally. Eddie couldnât remember any of his lines, so it took a lot longer than it shouldâve, but you think it was worth it either way because the way Eddie moans when you finally wrap your lips around his tip is the prettiest sound you think youâve ever heard.
âF-fuck,â He quietly curses, hips shifting as you swallow more of him. He sinks a slightly shaking hand into your hair, gently cupping your head as you work your mouth over him. Your eyes flutter to gaze up at him, and your stomach flutters at the cocky grin he gives you. âYouâve got such a good little mouth on you, sweetheart. Gonna let me fuck it?â
You hum and nod as best as you can with his cock in your mouth, and he hums, âOpen up for me, baby.â
You shift on your knees, finding a comfortable position for the action before blinking up at Eddie, indicating youâre ready. Eddieâs hands are steady and certain as he cups both sides of your head, holding you still as he draws his cock out once before slowly thrusting in until your throat tightens around his tip.
He fills your mouth so perfectly, just enough to where you wonât get bored, but you also wonât get an overly aching jaw, and you canât wait to feel him inside you. Canât wait to feel how his cock twitches when he first nestles deep in your walls or how much better the sounds he makes will be.
Itâs a nice feeling, having Eddie fuck your mouth, and you usually donât care much for shots like this because most of the time, itâs either underwhelming or overwhelming, but Eddie fucks your throat in a sense thatâs dirty yet so caring. Heâs spewing out filthy praises, and you're drooling onto his balls, but heâs looking at you with these soft brown eyes and caressing you so gently you might quiver. Fuck, you really wanted to hate him.
Behind the camera, the director makes a motion for you to cut to the next action, but since your back is to them, Eddie is the one that sees it and gently coaxes you off from his cock, cooing when you let out the smallest whine that only he can hear. He smiles, thumb running beneath your swollen lip to catch the strings of spit and cum, âWhat? You liked having me down your throat, sweet girl?â
You mewl, pressing your chin into his palm as you nod.
"Yeah. Want it, please?" You whisper. God, you didnât expect to be fucked out within the first scene. "Aw, maybe next time, princess. You can keep me warm as long as you'd like."
Itâs almost embarrassing, how much you like the sound of that and how it makes your tummy flip, but you donât have much time to think about it because Eddieâs ushering you up from the floor to climb onto the couch and straddle his lap.Â
Youâre both bare now, and when Eddie had first taken his shirt off, you wanted nothing more than to run your hands down his graffitied chest, but you were too busy sinking to your knees. But now you have the chance, and boy, do you fucking take it.
You marvel as you coast your hands across Eddieâs body, fingertips gliding through fields of inked stories and vast skin. His breath hitches when you graze over his nipples, and his hips shift beneath you, wet cock slipping against your sticky folds. You whimper, grinding down onto him, and he curses as he grabs ahold of your hips. âYâlike them?â He sweetly asks, referring to his tattoos.
"Yeah," you nod, grinding down harder to have his cock nestled between your folds, his ruddy tip nudging your clit. âI can tell you all about them if you want.â
You giggle at his timing, but before you can respond, a director speaks up from the side, âLess talking, please.â
Eddie glances over your shoulder and salutes the man, âRoger that, sir.â
You canât help but snort at his actions, but youâre quickly hushed when Eddie reaches down to paint his cock between your folds before lining himself up, âGo ahead and sit on it, baby.â He whispers.
You listen, nuzzling your face against his shoulder as you wriggle yourself down the length of his cock.
And god, you love being fucking right. The stretch is so good, better than you had imagined it to be, and you canât help the high-pitched moan that slips from your lips when Eddie thrusts up into you.Â
"O-oh. Oh fuck," You whimper. Youâre practically boneless as Eddie fucks you, your entire body just draped over him as his hands dig into your ass to help bounce you on his cock. âJesus fuckingâ you feel so good,â He pants, and you mewl, cunt clenching around his cock as he drills up into you. âYou gonna cum for me, hm? Be my best girl and cum for me. I know youâll sound so pretty.â He whispers.
Before you know it, youâre moaning out and writhing in Eddieâs hold, juices dripping down his cock and forming a sticky mess in the patch of curls at his base as you cum.
âLetâs have a shot from the back.âÂ
Your body feels weightless as you and Eddie change positions so youâre on all fours. Youâre blinking through a hazy fog, and it feels so good. Eddieâs hands send chills up your spine as they grip your waist and tug you towards him.Â
âOh, baby, youâre shaking,â Eddie hums, running his hands over the fat of your ass, thumbs digging into the skin to spread you open. Youâre so wet you can hear the sticky noise of your folds parting, and Eddie groans as he watches your pussy clench around nothing. âYou open up so well for me, sweet girl.âÂ
Jesus.
You donât get much of a warning before you feel Eddie lapping and sucking at your cunt, devouring you until youâre nothing but a mess of moans and quivering limbs.
Jesus Christ, that wasnât in the fucking script. Half of the shit Eddieâs doing isnât in the fucking script, and it's making your head spin.
God, who is this man?
You whimper his name, reaching a shaky hand back to grapple at his hair, and Eddie nuzzles his face deeper into your cunt, nose nudging your ass in a way that makes your toes curl. Heâs good. Heâs really good, youâll give him that.
You and Eddie go at it for about an hour, switching positions and pausing every now and then to get a good shot of your cunt wrapped around Eddieâs cock, or Eddieâs tongue lapping over your clit or tits.
And it's fun doing this with Eddie.
Eddie is like a breath of fresh air. Most guys in this industry are stuck up and make things annoyingly serious, and most girls are either bitchy or just want to get it over with, which you donât blame them for.Â
But Eddie makes things feel so normalâ like youâre just two best friends getting filmed having sexâ because he keeps whispering tiny jokes to make you giggle. He tells you how pretty you sound and look, and heâs so incredibly clueless because he keeps leaning in and asking things like, âIs this, like, a good angle for the camera?â and âShould I maybe kiss you more?â and âIs it okay if I stop fucking you for a second? Because Iâm about to blow.â
And all you can do is breathlessly moan and nod because heâs plunging himself so deep into you that it almost hurts, but itâs so good.
Youâre so fucked out you barely even register Eddieâs words when he tells you heâs about to cum, but your body immediately reacts when he pats your hip, indicating for you to get ready.
You scramble down from the couch, limbs weighted from pleasure as you settle on your knees, batting your lashes up at Eddie as he towers over you, stroking his wet cock. Eddie rests a hand on your head, fingers grasping your hair to keep you still as he gazes down at you. Youâre impatient, so you canât help but let yourself sneakily lick the tip of his cock, and he grins, âItâs coming, precious girl. Stick your tongue out for me.â
You shuffle closer, sticking your tongue out as you eagerly await the taste of Eddie on your tongueâ and when you get it, god, you never want it to stop. Everything about it is perfect: the way his face twists up, the way he tastes, the pretty moans he lets out. You want it on repeat.
You might buy this film just to relive it.
You take every last drop Eddie has to give you with a happy hum; a little bit catches your lip, and Eddie swipes it with his thumb before bringing it to his mouth and suckling. You whine, frowning and causing Eddie to laugh, âYou got most of it, sweetheart. Canât be too greedy, can you?â
Itâs like youâre both in your own world. Only talking to each other and enjoying each other's bodies because Eddie just⌠itâs weird, but he makes the room go away. He makes things feel less performativeâ and maybe itâs just your hazy, blissed-out state of mind, but you think you might like Eddie.
Youâre snapped from your trance when the director yells cut, and then everyoneâs springing into action to tear down the set because another crew will be using it next. Eddie helps you stand on your wobbly legs, âYou alright?â
You nod, âGreat. You did good, by the way.â
Eddie leans forward and grabs your robe that had been pushed to the side. He smiles as he holds it open for you, âThank you. You did pretty awesome yourself.â He responds as you slink your arms through the sleeves.
You turn to Eddie as you close your robe and tie it shut. Your assistant, Emily, hands Eddie a robe for himself, and he thanks her, curtly bowing his head as he grabs the plush article. âSo,â Eddie starts as he slips on the robe. You both start walking towards the dressing rooms as he speaks, âThink I could make a career for myself here?â He asks.Â
You halt at that, turning to Eddie with a confused look, âIs that⌠is that not why youâre here?â You ask.
Eddie shakes his head as he ties his robe, âNah, I got fired from my job. Needed some cash for rent this month.â He explains.
Is it selfish to say youâre disappointed to hear this? If Eddie had been wanting to join this industry, you wouldâve had the opportunity to work with him again. But maybe itâs more selfish to say youâre happy he isnât joining this industry. Eddie becoming an adult film star would mean half of the time, heâd be fucking other people, and unfortunately, that idea alone makes your gut twist with jealousy.
You nod, pursing your lips as you fiddle with your fingers, âWell⌠would you be interested in this type of thing?â You try your best to sound casual about it, and you think it works because Eddie only shrugs again with a short hum, âI donât know. Wouldnât be opposed to it, I guess.â
Before you can respond, Emily calls your name, âDon needs to speak with you in the other room about your next shoot.â
You turn back to Eddie and try to commit his pretty brown eyes to memory, âI guess Iâll see you around, Eddie.â You smile. Eddie smiles back and does somewhat of a dramatic bow, and you snort as you walk off.
You glance over your shoulder as you walk with Emily.
âCould you do me a favor?â You ask her. Emily nods, and you take one last glance at Eddie before he disappears into the dressing room.Â
âGet his number for me. And leave it in my purse, please.â
A couple of weeks have passed since Eddie made his big debut in the film world.
Eddie made a pretty penny from that film, enough to pay his rent and have some play money on the side. Thankfully, Eddie doesnât have to scramble for cash this month again because he got a job at the mechanic shop downtown. Itâs a lot of labor and a lot of hours, but the pay is good, and nobody gives a shit if Eddie comes back from lunch smelling like a dispensary, so.
Suck that, Robert.
However, Eddieâs still thoroughly surprised to see you sitting in the shop office when he returns from a quick smoke break. âWoah, funny seeing you here. Car problems?â He questions. Eddie tries not to think about the fact that heâs seen you completely bare before. Tries not to think of how heâd spent over an hour in your guts last month or how you swallowed his load like it was nothing. Eddie fails miserably.
You shake your head as you stand up from the leather couch in the office, grabbing your purse as Eddie walks closer to you, âNo, actually, Lolaâs doing great.â
Eddie cocks his head, âLola?â
You nod, âMy car.â You gesture out towards the window where your car is parked. Eddie makes an understanding noise as he nods.Â
âI was actually hoping to talk to you.âÂ
Eddie pauses at that, confusion settling over his body as he looks at you. Youâre beautiful, kind, soft eyes with soft, pretty lips that Eddie thinks about kissing when he goes to bed. Eddie points to himself with raised eyebrows, âMe?â
You nod again, âYeah, about like⌠my job and stuff.â
Oh.
Ohhhh.
âOh, shit, yeah, um,â Eddie glances around the office and nods, âYeah, we can step out and talk, like, in my van, maybe?â He offers. Not because heâs, like, ashamed to talk about porn or something, most people watch it! But a few of the guys that work here are downright dipshits, and Eddie wonât hesitate to punch one of them if they say some sly shit about you or your job. And, well, Eddie would like to keep his job, so.
You donât take offense to it, though; you just nod with your pretty smile and tell Eddie to lead the way.
Eddieâs van smells like weed, cologne, and a hint of whatever he had for lunch.
âSorry,â Eddie mumbles as he clears off the passenger seat thatâs filled with bottles of different drinks, rolling papers, food wrappers, and things of the like. âSheâs seen better days.âÂ
You smile nonetheless, thanking him when he steps away and holds the door open for you. You hop into the seat, glancing around as Eddie shuts your door and jogs to the driver's seat.
He gets in with a heavy sigh, hair unruly from the wind, brown eyes wide and excited when he looks at you. âHey.â He huffs with a smile, and thereâs a piece of hair in Eddieâs bangs thatâs sticking straight up. âHey.â You giggle, reaching out to fix the rebellious strand. Eddie softly thanks you, and you swear you see a hint of pink dust across his cheeks.
He shifts in his seat, rubbing his hands against his thighs as he sighs again, âSo⌠whatâs up?â
God, heâs so cute. So incredibly weird and awkward and cute. He looks handsome in his navy blue coveralls, grease stains smeared across his torso, and some sneaky smudges on his neck. âYouâre very hard to get ahold of, you know?â You tease.
Eddieâs face twists in confusion, âHuh?â
You shrug, distracting yourself by poking around at his dashboard, sifting through the CDs and tapes he has lying about. Eddie doesnât stop you; he only watches, and you give him a cheeky smile. âMy assistant got your number, right? But then you, like, never answered my calls.â You shrug as you flip through more of his things. You hear Eddie mumble something about needing a new cord for his home phone before he asks louder, " So, howâd you find me?â
God, he must think youâre a stalker or something. You didnât really think that through, honestly.
You hum, âJust asked around a bit. Youâre a bit of a hot commodity around here, by the way. Heard you started a cult? Whatâs that about?âÂ
Eddieâs eyes widen at your words, and you laugh, âOh god. Jesus, no, I didnât start a cult. I just,â he groans as he pinches the bridge of his nose, âI was just weird in high school.â
âYouâre still weird.â
Eddieâs face falters at your words, but you smile as you add, âI like it.â
Eddie blushes again, but he turns to look away this time, and you think heâs the cutest thing youâve ever set your eyes upon. He turns back to you with a shy grin, âDid you come here just to flirt with me?â He teases, wrapping a strand of his hair around his finger to twirl in a shy manner. âMaybe⌠but I also have a question.â You respond.
Eddie nods, âShoot.â
You take a deep breath as you shift in your seat, âWell, uh, I wanted to ask if you maybeâŚâ You glance at Eddie, who's expectantly awaiting your question, and your stomach twists with nerves. Why are you so nervous to ask Eddie for something youâve already done before?
âWell, Iâm doing a shoot tomorrow,â you finally begin, âAnd I just found out the guy they paired me with is, like, a total assholeâ Iâve worked with him before, heâs justâŚÂ awful,â You explain. âSo, I was just⌠I donât know; I was just wonderingâ hopingâ youâd be up for it, maybe? To take the guy's place, I mean.â
You finish rambling and glance at Eddie as his eyes widen, âOh, um. Likeâ like, film with you again?â
Eddie could leap for joy right now.
Not only are you, like, the cutest, prettiest, kindest fucking human being to ever grace this earth, but youâre sitting in Eddieâs van, chewing on your lip and asking Eddie to fuck you for the cameras again.
Eddie mustâve done something incredibly right in his past life.
âOh!â Eddie starts, â Um⌠yeah, Iâd love to!â What? Weird, take that back. âNo, I mean, like, not in a weird way. I justâ Iâd rather not let the asshole do it if I can do it.â
God, could Eddie sound any more pathetic?
Still, despite how dumb Eddie sounds, you smile and clasp your hands together, âOh, are you sure? I know itâs last minute, and itâs not really the ideal taskââÂ
âWoah, wait. What do you mean not the ideal task?âÂ
Because literally, what do you mean? How could that not be the ideal task? And who made you think that fucking you isnât the ideal task? If itâs that asshole you were supposed to work with, then Eddie has a few colorful things to say about and to him.
You shrug, fiddling with your fingers in your lap, âNothing, I just know my job isnât⌠you know, traditional or whatever. And you had only done it that one time because you needed it, so I get it if youâre, like, not in the mood to fuck on camera for a bunch of random people.â You ramble. Which, uh, no. You could not be further from the truth. Eddie would love to fuck you on camera for a bunch of random people. Hell, Eddie would love to fuck you under any consensual circumstance, if heâs being honest, so. Yeah, heâs pretty excited.
âNo,â Eddie shakes his head, âNo, Iâ I want to, really, I do.â Eddie nods.
Your unsure frown spreads into the prettiest smile before you reach across the center console to pull Eddie into the most bone-crushing, you-scented, chest-warming hug Eddieâs ever been given as you spew out a chorus of thank yous.
âI brought a copy of the script for you to look over so youâre not totally confused,â Eddie watches as you pull back to reach into your bag and pull out a manilla folder. âI usually like to color coordinate my scripts, so I did it for you too. The pink is me, and the red is you, and the specific actions they want us to do are in blue.â You point out. And Eddie thinks he might kiss you right nowâ youâre so fucking cute!
âWow, thanks, um⌠I wish I were, likeâŚÂ good with these types of things, but I think you saw how majestic I am with scripts.â Eddie huffs out a laugh as he scratches the back of his neck. You smile, âI can help youâ if youâd like.â
Oh, youâre trying to kill Eddie at this rate.
Eddie nods either way, even though heâs six feet underground and knocking at the fiery gates. âI would love that, actually. I finish work in about three hours if youâre free.â
Eddie definitely broke a handful of laws while driving home.
Since you offered to help Eddie with his lines, you both decided to meet at Eddieâs place. He gave you his address, told you how to get into the complex, and said see you later. Now, Eddie is ecstatic to see you, obviously, but Eddie canât remember if his home looked normal or like a Walmart clearance aisle after black Friday, so he ran through multiple stop signs and red lights to get home before you showed up so he could clear things up.
Heâs hustling through his apartment like a madman, picking up strewn clothes and cat toys before speeding through the few dishes he had in his sink. Honestly, Eddieâs apartment has seen worse days, so thereâs not much cleaning he has to do, but heâs still stressed when he hears a knock on the door.Â
Eddie doesnât even like candles, but he lit one just in case thereâs a smell heâs grown used to lingering about. Eddie just doesnât want you to think heâs a slob. Because he isnât. He just has an orchestrated chaotic lifestyle.
Eddie couldnât be happier when he opened his door because there you were, beaming with a smile and a bag of takeout, and Eddie thought it wasnât normal to be this soft for someone youâd basically just met.
âWelcome to my humble abode,â Eddie dramatically bows with an extended hand to show the entrance of his small, homey apartment. You smile as you walk in, taking in your surroundings.
Itâs nothing extraordinary, honestly. Eddieâs home is really just vomit of everything Eddie likes: favorite colors, favorite movies, favorite game characters, etc. Itâs like Eddieâs brain exploded and painted itself all over the place. Eddie had a girlfriend many moons ago, and she changed things around to become more coordinated, so now itâs less of a shit show and more of an abstract museum sort of thing.
Whatever. Doesnât matter anyway because youâre gasping and picking up the little roommate Eddie has.Â
âWhoâs this?â You coo at the little creature. Youâre looking down at the furball as you scratch behind her ear, âThat,â Eddie sighs, âIs the reason why I didnât get your calls.â
You look up at Eddie, confusion written across your face. Eddie points across the room to the wall where his home phone hangs, except the wire is broken. âLittle asshole chewed through the wire, and Iâve been slow to replace it. Her name is Banshee.â
The cat meows at the mention of her name, wide eyes blinking up at Eddie as you coddle her. Sheâs a fluffy cat with a black coat decorated with two white spots: one on her back and the other just behind her ear.
You hum, âSo technically,â You drag, âItâs your fault.â You tease. You coo as you press your cheek to the tiny kitten, gazing up at Eddie with these soft eyes, âI donât think you can blame this cutie for your laziness.âÂ
Eddie rolls his eyes, wills away whatever power he has to not kiss you, and gently takes the takeout bag from your hands so you have less to carry. âFine then. Ask her what happened to the laces of my work shoes, too, since sheâs so innocent.â
Eddieâs home is soâŚÂ Eddie.
Heâs got music and horror movie posters framed along his walls, cute little scary figurines randomly placed within his bookshelves, and thereâs an overall smell of Eddieâs musk and the sandalwood candle he has burning. Itâs cozy, a nice space for one person who enjoys their alone time, and he let you choose a record to play from his extensive collection, and he has the world's cutest little cat, so itâs safe to say you could spend an eternity in Eddieâs world.
âShit, that wasnât my line,â Eddie stresses. You smile as Eddie tosses the packet onto his coffee table and falls back onto the couch, âWeâre wasting our time here, princess. I dropped out of theater for a reason.â He grumbles.
You sigh, tilting your head against the couch cushion as you gaze at Eddie, âYouâre thinking too hard about it.â You say. âItâs a porno, not a Grammy-nominated film.â You point out.
Eddie snorts before giving a short shrug, âFor the record, I think you could land a Grammy, sweetheart.âÂ
You roll your eyes, âYeah, right. You donât need to suck up to me, Eddie, youâre already gonna fuck me tomorrow.â You jokingly say.
Eddie waves you off and shifts into a more comfortable position. âSo,â He starts, âWhatâs the asshole guy's deal?âÂ
Banshee has hopped onto the couch and made her way into your lap, tiny paws kneading the material of your jeans as she settles. You gently pet her as you glance at Eddie and shrug, âNot sure, heâs just a total dick,â You grumble. âI worked with him once last year, and he, like, told me I wasnât the best or whateverâ which, okay, I can totally understand,â You ramble, âI donât think Iâm, like, some sex god. I donât expect to be everyone or anyoneâs best fuck, but still! It just⌠it didnât make me feel good, the way he said it.â You windedly explain. You distract yourself with the cute animal in your lap as you finish your explanation, âSo, I asked my manager never to pair us again, butââ You shrug.
Next to you, Eddie shifts once more and scoffs. âHeâs a fucking shitfaced liar, princess.â
You snort, playfully rolling your eyes, âEddieââ âNo, Iâm serious. Heâs a liar. Anybody who even gets the chance to touch you is a lucky fucker, okay? If anything, he probably begged your manager to let him work with you again.â
âYouâre just saying that. I donât need you to try and make me feel better, and it was so long ago anyway.â âYeah, but thatâs the thing, Iâm not.â
You frown as you gaze over at Eddie, watching as he sits straight and looks at you with a serious gaze in his eyes. âI donât know whatâs up with that guy, maybe he was dropped as a baby too many times, but anybody with common sense and a properly functioning dick knows just how fucking amazing you are. End of discussion.â
And well, itâs pathetic how your chest warms at his words, but it does. And as Eddie goes on to ramble about his hectic week at work, you canât help but let your mind spin with Eddieâs kind words until nothing is in your mind but the echoes of Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.
Not many times has Eddie woken up with a girl in his home. Well, at least not a girl that heâs actually liked for more than a one-night stand or a shortly-lived fling.
After running the script for the last time, Eddie suggested putting on a movie and digging into the takeout youâd brought. The meal was delicious, and the movie youâd landed on was hilarious, but itâs hard to keep your eyes open on a full stomach, so when Eddie felt your head drop onto his shoulder, he couldnât help but let his body sink into the couch and fall asleep too.
Youâd woken up about an hour later and tried to make your escape quietly, but Eddie insisted you shouldnât drive in such a sleepy state, so he let you make yourself comfy in his bed. Banshee, the little traitor, trotted right behind you and left Eddie on the couch to snuggle up beside you for the night.
Youâre cute in the morning, Eddie thinks. You have an adorable little pout, and you yawn about 80 times until youâve had a sip of coffee.Â
It takes nearly a lifetime to drag you away from Banshee so you and Eddie can head to the studio because you adore the little asshole, and Banshee loves anything thatâll give her the time of day. You make Eddie promise to let you see her again, though, so you sadly say goodbye with a soft peck to the fluffy area between her eyes and let Eddie drag you to his van.
The car ride is nice; Eddie lets you mess around with the contents of his van and go through the stack of CDs heâs compiled over the years. You land on one of Eddieâs favorites, an old mixtape Wayne made in college that Eddie spent most of his high school blaring loud enough to blow out a speaker.
Today, youâre shooting in a houseâ a nice one that Eddie could only conjure up in his dreamsâbut he doesnât have much time to dwell on it because heâs being dragged over to makeup and hair as soon as he steps in.
âYou thinking of joining the industry?â Nicki asks as she works a nice-smelling mousse into Eddieâs hair.
Eddie had been busy watching you talk to one of the producers, but he finds the strength to tear his eyes away and gaze at Nicki through the vanity mirror. âNo, not exactly. Just⌠doing a favor for a friend, I guess.â
Nicki raises an eyebrow, âA friend? Donât act like I didnât see you two come in together.â
Eddieâs face warms at that, the tips of his ears turning red as he stutters, âHuh?âÂ
Nicki looks at Eddie with a âDonât bullshit meâ look.
âI mean, like, yeah, we had breakfast togetherââ âMhm.â
Eddie huffs out a gentle laugh, âNo, really, weâre friends.â
âFriends that fuck on camera and look at each other the way you two do? Sure.â
Eddie doesnât ask what Nicki means by that becauseâ well, he knows what Nicki means by that. Heâs caught himself looking at you like you put the stars in the sky one too many times, and itâs almost embarrassing. Almost.
But can you blame Eddie? Can you really blame him when youâre the prettiest girl heâs ever seen, the softest smile, the greatest laugh, and the sweetest personality? Itâs not Eddieâs fault that youâre perfect.
Eddie just thinks youâre neat.Â
He thinks youâre amazing, actually, and itâs hard to remember his fucking lines when youâre standing under a steaming shower, wet body glistening and pebbled nipples practically begging for his mouth.
Heâs butchering the script, thatâs for sure, but he figures itâs not too bad since nobodyâs corrected him.Â
The scene starts with you taking a shower and Eddie being a peeping tom, which ultimately leads to Eddie sinking to his knees and licking into you until youâre a quivering, sticky mess on his tongue. Eddie would spend forever on his knees, between your legs, if he could because you taste heavenly and sound better than any song Eddieâs ever listened to, and that says something.
Your fingers thread through the wet strands of Eddieâs hair, and Eddie rapidly blinks when he gazes up at you, only to get an eyeful of his wispy bangs. You smile, petting back his bangs so he can see, and he hums, nudging his face further against you, his tongue teasing more, fingers curling deeper.
It doesnât take long to make you cum, and the second you do, Eddie is standing up, shutting off the shower, and ushering you out into the expansive main bathroom. Itâs almost as if itâs just Eddie and you in the room. No cameras, no directors or producers, or that weird pervy lighting guy that compliments you way too fucking much for Eddieâs liking. Itâs just you and Eddie.
âLetâs do an over-the-counter shot next.â
Fuck. Itâs not just you two, actually.
What a buzz kill.
Either way, Eddie finds himself pressing your wet, naked waist down against the sink, smiling when you squeal at the cold marble touching your skin. âStick your ass out, baby, let me see that gorgeous ass.âÂ
You mewl as you follow Eddieâs instructions, tipping your hips back to present yourself to him and the cameras. Youâre dripping. Swollen and wet and throbbing, and Eddieâ god, Eddie feels like a fucking animal.
âGot such a pretty pussy, honey. All wet and ready for me, hm?â He teases, gently running his fingers through the sticky arousal between your legs. You shakily breathe as you nod your head, âYeah. All for you. Please.â
Eddie steps forward, grabbing his cock and painting it between your swollen lips as he hooks his other arm across your shoulders, pulling you back to press against his chest. He presses a wet kiss to the skin of your cheek in front of your ear, voice dry and needy as he whispers in your ear, âYouâre so fuckinâ pretty,â His eyes catch yours in the mirror as you keen. âAsk me to fuck you.â
You whimper out loud, wriggling your hips back into his as your hands grip the counter, âP-please fuck me. Please. Need it so bad, want your cock so bad Iâ o-oh.â
The slide to home base is fucking otherworldly. It was life-changing the first time, and itâs life-changing now, and if Eddie ever gets the chance to fuck you again, he knows itâll be life-changing then.
Youâre so warm, and you're sucking Eddieâs cock in so nicely, so sinfully, that Eddie almost makes a deal with the devil right then and there. Your chest is heaving by the time Eddieâs pelvis presses to your bum, his cock nestled deep into your pulsing cunt. Eddie leans forward, pressing his chest against your back as he loops an arm around your shoulders, holding you tight to him as he gives one slow thrust. He coos when your eyes flutter shut, and your jaw drops, a shaky hand reaching up to sink your nails into Eddieâs forearm.
âS-so deep,â You slur, wriggling your hips back against Eddie.
Eddie grunts, âFuck. You feel so good, baby. Always so warm and ready for me, hm?â Eddieâs lips are wet against your jaw as he whispers into your ear, and you nod with a mewl.
Eddie works up the pace relatively fast in favor of the cameras, and at some point, he reaches down to grip the thick of your thigh and haul your leg up to rest on the counter so youâre spread open even more. The angle makes it easier for him to catch your spot, and itâs better for the camera to capture the sight of your soaking pussy wrapped around Eddieâs cock, dribbling onto both of your thighs and creating a sticky ring of arousal at the base of Eddieâs dick.
Eddieâs hand is wrapped around your throat when you begin twitching around him, mumbling promises of your climax, and Eddie doesnât waste time in sinking his hand between your legs to help you reach the edge quicker. Your moans fall silent, eyes squeezed shut, and jaw dropped wide open as Eddie fucks you through your orgasmâ and fuck, you feel so good. Squeezing and pulsing and dripping around Eddieâs thighs, throat vibrating beneath his palm when air comes back to you.
âThere we go, baby. Get it all out, push it out, honey.â Eddie encourages you.
Youâre shaking, trembling like a leaf in Eddieâs arms, and Eddie wants to spend forever tucked into your pussy, warm skin sticky against him, pretty little whines and mewls coating his brain in this cutesy pink fog that makes him want to fucking marry you.
Get you a home, give you his babies, maybe even get you a fucking dog and just live happily goddamn ever.
Jesus, Eddieâs a goner.
âF-fuck, Iâm gonna cum.â
Eddie pulls out last second, jerking himself off between your cute ass cheeks until heâs spurting white ropes of cum up your back.
Eddie, ever the considerate man he is, pushes your hair out of the way to avoid getting any of his sticky release in it. Youâre breathing heavily, pretty eyes glazed over as you glance back at Eddie, a shy glint in your eyes at the sight of your skin painted in his cum.
Eddieâs obsessed with you now, no doubt.
His ringed fingers slide through the sticky mess on your skin as he grips your ass cheeks, gently spreading them apart and humming when you arch your back, proudly swaying your ass in front of him. The sight makes Eddie dizzy; pools of cum dripping down your back to slink its way through your ass and over your sticky folds. âYouâve got such a cute little hole, baby.â Eddie compliments, taking his thumb and smearing his cum over the puckered muscle, softly laughing when you whine.Â
He lightly slaps your ass then, reaching forward to gently grasp your face with his messy hands and pull you back to press a firm kiss over your lips. His thumb, the one that had smeared his cum over your tight hole, sinks between your moving lips, pushing into your mouth and onto your tongue as he whispers a small command to taste it, and you mewl.
âSo good, princessââ
âCut!â
You both jolt at the booming voice, getting rudely snapped out of the daze youâd fallen into.Â
These fucking cameras.
You smile, dropping your cheek onto your shoulder as you bat your eyelashes up at Eddie from over your shoulder, âYouâre a natural, Eddie, you know that?â
Eddie huffs a laugh, thanking the assistant when they bring you towels and robes.
âWell,â He breathes as he slinks the robe over his shoulders, watching as you do the same, âIâve got the best coach.â He winks.
Now that you and Eddie have done two films together and basically had a sleepover, youâre practically inseparable.
Itâs funny, really. Eddie thought maybe the fact that youâve seen each other bare and had sex on camera might hinder the aspect of any friendly connection because, well, Eddieâs never done this before! Heâs not a pornstar, so heâs not sure how the friendship/relationship aspect of it works, but luckily, itâs easier than most normal friendships Eddieâs had before.
You talk almost every night over the phone (Eddie finally fixed the wire), going over one anotherâs day and laughing at embarrassing or funny moments. You go on for hours until either one of you falls asleep, and itâs usually you since Eddie has the sleep schedule of a newborn baby who doesnât know the difference between night and day. All the better for him, though, because he gets to poke fun at you the next day and tease you about how you sometimes snore.
And Eddie loves listening to you talkâ could spend hours cuddled up with Banshee as he listens to you ramble on about whatever new show youâre watching or the latest gossip at work. Itâs Eddieâs favorite part of his day, talking to you, so he kicks himself when he realizes he forgot to call you last night.
Heâs getting ready for bed when he remembers, and he practically sprints to his phone on his nightstand and dials your number in less than thirty seconds. It takes you three rings to answer, and Eddie smiles at the sound of your voice, âHello?â
âHi, princess,â Eddie responds.
You gasp, âEddie, hi! Oh, I was just about to call you! Where have you been?â You ask. Eddie groans, dropping back onto his mattress with spread arms. âWorking. Iâm so sorry I forgot to call. I just started a new schedule at the shop, and the hours are awful.â
Eddie can hear your frown when you respond, âBummer. Iâve got a way to cheer you up, though.â
Eddieâs eyes are closed, and sleep is so heavy in his bones he feels like heâs sinking through the mattress, but he smiles as if itâs second nature when he responds, âHit me.â
You cheer, and Eddie hears the rustling of grocery bags on your end as you speak, âMy manager gave me a shit ton of holiday chocolates she had left over, and well, I was wondering if youâd like to drown yourself in sugar with me?âÂ
Eddie softly laughs, folding his arm to rest his hand on his tummy as he nods, forgetting you canât see. âYou didnât even have to ask.â
The drive from your flat to Eddieâs is typically around twenty minutes, but with the benefit of it being nearly midnight and most normal people being in bed by now, youâre knocking on Eddieâs door in just a little under twelve minutes.Â
Eddie opens the door to let you in and immediately just wants to kiss you. Youâre dressed in an oversized sweatshirt, loose pajama pants with cute little ducks printed on them, and fluffy house slippers. You grin up at Eddie as you lift a bag full of candy, âI come bearing gifts!â
Eddie had been exhausted all day, but now that heâs had two handfuls of sugary treats, heâs ready to run a fucking marathon.
Heâs sucking on a sour apple jawbreaker and watching some shitty romcom with Banshee curled in his lap when he feels your head softly drop onto his shoulder. He glances down at you and sees the soft flutter of your eyes, âAre you tired? You can take my bed.â He offers.
You tilt your head to blink up at him tiredly, âWill you come with me?â
And well, Eddie was originally going to take the couch, but youâre looking up at him with these cute, bleary eyes, and Eddie canât even imagine saying no. So, he shuts his TV off, makes a mental note to clean up the candy wrappers sometime tomorrow, and lets you drag him off to his room.
Banshee decided to take advantage of the new space on the couch and sprawl out, so Eddie doesnât have to worry about asking if youâre okay with her cuddling up on his bed like she usually does.Â
Eddie doesnât do this very oftenâ sleep with other people in his bed, he means. And sure, heâs had partners before that would stay the night here and there, but he hasnât had that in over a year now, so itâs safe to say that Eddieâs a little bit nervous.
He doesnât know if you want to be close, but considering how cuddly you are on a daily basis, heâs not surprised when you press yourself into his side with a content sigh, snuggling deeper into the warm covers. He turns, shifting to wrap his arms around your frame, trying his best to ignore the fast beating of his heart in his chestâ but thatâs not the main issue. The bigger problem isâ âEddie? Are you hard?â
Shit.
God, this is awful. Nothing even remotely sexual happened, and Eddieâs popping a boner and practically stabbing your stomach. Fuck, you probably think heâs a perv now. Nice going.
âNo.â
It falls silent for a moment, and Eddie can feel the quiver of your body as you giggle into his shoulder. He smiles, an embarrassed blush rising over her cheeks as he lifts a hand to palm at his eye, âIâm so fucking sorry.â
You turn in Eddieâs arm, pressing a hand to Eddieâs shoulder to lay him on his back. You stay lying by his side, body pressed to him, head resting on his shoulder. You nose at the curly strands of hair on Eddieâs neck, and your hand runs down his torso, fingertips dipping beneath the waistband of his sweats. âO-oh. No, you donât need to, princess.â Eddie says, yet his voice is shaky and holds anticipation as you drag your nails through the coarse hair leading to his cock.Â
âI want to. Please?â You ask. And youâre so good, so obedient, not touching Eddieâs cock until he swallows and nods his head yes. You wriggle, like a happy pup that got a treat, and your hand sinks lower, wrapping around the thick of Eddieâs cock.
Eddieâs breath hitches, sinking into the feeling of your warm hand stroking up his cock, your thumb running over his leaking tip. Eddie curses, hips twitching up into your hold, and you press a kiss to his jaw, and Eddie nearly bursts into stars.
You press another kiss to his jaw, soft and sweet, and Eddie slinks an arm around you, sinking his hands into your hair and shakily breathing. âYou keep kissing me like that, and Iâm gonnaâ fuck.â
And itâs so pathetic; youâve only had your hand down his pants for less than five minutes, and Eddieâs quivering like a virgin having their first time. God, this is so embarrassing.
You kiss Eddie once more, âWait, wait. Not yet.â
And then you shuffle away from Eddie, and heâs frowning because he feels cold without you snuggled against him. But then youâre sinking underneath the covers, and Eddieâs cursing, âW-what are you doing, honey?â
He lifts the covers just as you wriggle your way between his legs and hook your fingers over the band of his sweats. You peel his sweats away, mouth opening like a hungry lion when Eddieâs cock pops out. You push the front band of his sweats to catch just below his balls, and Eddieâs hips squirm from the pressure making you giggle when his cock twitches.
You loop your fingers around his cock, twisting up on a long stroke, âDid I ever tell you how pretty your cock is, Eddie?â
Jesus Christ.
Eddie breathes shakily through his nose, tummy quivering as your gaze flickers; he shakes his head no. Eddie sinks a hand to pet your hair back, smiling when you nuzzle into his touch, letting your lips brush against his tip, âYou think itâs pretty, baby?â He asks.
You nod, letting your tongue loll out of your mouth to catch the pearl of pre-cum dripping from his tip. You donât say anything else as you lean forward and wrap your mouth around him, languidly taking him as far as you want and sucking him for all heâs worth.
Eddieâs head drops back then, his entire body just losing strength to do anything as you slowly fuck your mouth over him. The blanket falls over you then, and Eddie curses, scrambling to push it back over your head so you donât, like, suffocate on his cock.
And Eddie was already close before, so it doesnât take long for him to start cursing and warning you that heâs gonna cum. Before he knows it, heâs emptying himself into the warm cavern of your mouth, soft mixes of curses and your name tumbling from his mouth as you happily take every last drop.
You pull off of him with a small pop, licking up the small remnants of cum that drool down his cock. Eddie feels weightless now; the effects of sugar are long gone now that you practically sucked his soul through his dick. You tuck Eddie back into his pants, and as if you couldnât get any cuter, any sweeter, you press a gentle kiss to Eddieâs tummy right where the waistband sits.
Eddieâs got a loopy grin on his face when you crawl back up to snuggle back into his side, mumbling something about how you love licking his cock. Eddie nearly dies, by the way.
He thinks heâs in love with you, maybe.
You breathe in deep, draping an arm across Eddieâs tummy and slinking your leg between his, and you sigh all sleepy and cute as you say, âGânight, Eddie.â
Yeah. Eddieâs definitely in love with you.
Weeks go by as you and Eddie become thick as thieves.
You carry on with your nightly calls, obviously, but now thereâs a healthy mix of one of you going to the other's home and crashing there for the night, then that bleeds into the next day where you just spend hours with each other doing fuck all.
Eddie just likes being around you. You donât have to be doing anything particularly fun or sexual; no, Eddie just enjoys your company. And most times, you and Eddie will be doing your separate little activitiesâ you reading or watching a movie while Eddie writes up new campaign ideas for Dustinâ and you will reach out to twirl a strand of Eddieâs hair around your knuckle and gently tug or poke your finger into his cheek where his dimples reside and Eddie just melts.
Most of the time, youâre only doing it for your peace of mind (Eddie knows because you told him when he asked), but something tells him maybe you actually have something to say when you poke Eddieâs cheek for the third time.
He turns to you, brows raised and hiding beneath his bangs that so badly need a trim, âYes, doll?â
You smile now that his attention is on you, and you shift, careful not to wake Banshee in your lap from your movements. Eddie thinks Banshee might like you more than she likes him, which is just downright traitorous, considering Eddieâs the one who feeds her and keeps a roof over her head. He doesnât really blame the cat, though.Â
âWhat are you doing on Saturday?â You ask.
Eddie hums, closing his notebook and leaning back into his couch, âThis Saturday?â
You nod, and Eddie shrugs, lips pouting as he speaks, âNothing, Iâm pretty sure. Why?â
You sigh heavily, sinking into the couch as you gently pet Banshee behind her ear, âWe have an event for work, and I was just wondering if you would maybe wanna tag along?â
Eddieâs head tips in interest, âSure. Is it, like, fancy dress shit?â He asks. Eddie thinks he has a tux somewhere deep in the trenches of his closet. Probably the one he wore to Wayne's wedding two years ago; he hopes he still fits.
You shrug, âEh, nothing too fancy schmancy. Slacks and a nice shirt will do,â You mindlessly watch the television, gently rubbing Bansheeâs ear between your fingers. âThat I can do, princess. But uh,â Eddie pauses, âYou donât seem too ecstatic about this.â He points out.
You shrug, glancing over at Eddie, and Eddie wants to kiss your pouty lips because you look adorable swallowed up in a throw blanket with sleepy eyes blinking up at him. âSâcause Iâm not,â You huff, âI hate those ignorant assholesâ donât get me wrong, some of them are good friends of mine! But most of them are justâŚâ You make a face and roll your eyes, and Eddie softly laughs. You let your head lazily turn to gaze at him, âDon says I have to go, though. So I figured I may as well drag someone I actually enjoy being around.â You softly smile.
Eddieâs heart flutters and grows three times the size of his body.
Saturday night comes quicker than most, and Eddie spends nearly an hour digging through his closet. By the time Eddie finds a nice enough shirt to pair with his neatly ironed (to Eddieâs standard, which is probably not very high) slacks, heâs running behind and starts to stress that he wonât pick you up on time, and heâs just totally made an ass of himself.
Itâs five oâclock when Eddie gets to your flat, and when he knocks on your door, heâs out of breath because he smokes more than a godman grill, and he skipped every other step on the staircase to get there quicker. Heâs thinking of a million ways to apologize for being late, and he thinks he has it right when you open the door, but thenâ âOh. Hey Eds! Youâre early!â
Eddie huffs, nearly doubling over in exhaustion because he seriously needs to quit smoking, âWhaâ early?â
You hold the door open for Eddie to step in and nod. Youâre in a white fluffy robe with house boots on, and your hair is tied back, so you have a clear canvas to work with for your makeup. âYeah, it starts at seven.âÂ
And, oh, what the fuck? Here Eddie was stressing and thinking heâd completely ruined his chances with you because he decided to be an asshat and lose track of time on his video games, but in reality, heâs nearly two hours early?!
âOh, but now you can help me pick a dress. Come on.â
No, Eddie has zero complaints, actually. Heâs grateful that heâs timely challenged, he thinks as you drag him toward your room.
Eddie spends the next thirty minutes or so seated at the foot of your bed, judging whichever dresses you surprise him with from out of your closet.
It isnât easy to give a solid answer because, well, you look good in all of them. And Eddieâs not even being biased because heâs got a sickening crush on youâ no, you genuinely look amazing in every dress.
âEddie, youâve said yes to all of them.â You huff. âBecause they all look good!â Eddie exclaims.
You frown, resting your hands on your hips and tilting your head at him. Eddie shrugs, âI donât know why youâre upset with me when itâs technically your fault.â He points out, to which you roll your eyes and jokingly throw a dress at his face.
It takes a while for you to decide; by the time youâve figured it out, thereâs about forty minutes until the event begins.
The dress you landed on is evil, to say the least.
Itâs a black puffy babydoll-style dress, except instead of a poofy top half, itâs tight fitting and pushes your chest up to sit nice and pretty, and the straps are thin, and Eddie thinks about the sound youâd make if he just reached out and teasingly snapped it against your skin. Wants to coo when you squirm and mewl and press yourself into him.
And the dress is so short, long enough to cover everything, but you wouldnât have to bend over very far to flash a lucky person, and the sight of your thighs makes Eddieâs head spin.
He doesnât know where the courage comes from because Eddie is anything but bold when it comes to people he has ridiculous crushes on, but Eddie couldnât help himself, watching you bent over the sink as you do your last touch-ups to your makeup, the way your silky thighs rub against one another when you shift to get closer to the mirrorâ Eddie didnât stand a chance.
Heâs behind you before he knows it, and youâre smiling at him through the mirror, âAlmost done, promise.â You say.
Eddie lets his hand slink around your waist, dropping his head to nuzzle into your neck, brown eyes fluttering up to hold your gaze through the glass as he kisses your skin before playfully nipping at you. You squeal, curling away from him, and he smiles as you push at him. âYouâre cute,â Eddie softly says, and he grins, teeth digging into his bottom lip when you shy away from his gaze, âSo pretty.â He adds.
Eddie turns you to face him as he presses you against the bathroom sink. He seeks your lips, but you pout and shake your head, âMy lipgloss.âÂ
Eddie huffs out a laugh, shaking his head before pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth, careful not to catch any of the sticky application before sinking to his knees, hands gentle and greedy as they caress your thighs.
Eddie leans forward to kiss the inside of your knee, âGonna let me taste you, honey?â He hums, leaning in the press a kiss further up the inside of your thigh. Your breath hitches, legs subconsciously spreading wider to accommodate Eddie. Your nails dig into the countertop as you shakily breathe, âW-weâre gonna be late,â You weakly say as Eddie lets his tongue draw shapes in your skin. Eddie hums, sucking the fat of your thigh into his mouth before leaving with a pop, lips brushing against your hot skin as he says, âIâll be quick. Promise.â
He doesnât wait for your response as he coasts his hands up your thighs to loop his fingers around the band of your panties, dragging them down your legs and helping you step out of them.Â
Eddie doesnât waste time then; he kisses a sloppy wet trail up the inside of your thigh, fingers digging into the fat of your skin and helping you spread open for him so he can nuzzle his head beneath the fluffy tulle of your dress and begin his task of devouring you. Youâre wet, dripping, and throbbing for Eddieâs tongue, and this is the third time that Eddie has found himself licking into you, and god, it never gets fucking old.
The sounds you make, the way you writhe, the tiny gasps you give, and then the way your cunt pulses around his tongueâ itâs the pinnacle of Eddieâs night, he already knows.Â
âE-Eddieâ oh,â Your breathy whine makes Eddie stuff his face further into your pussy, nose brushing against your clit as he thrusts his tongue into you, your hands scrambling down to sink into Eddieâs hair and tug.
And it took Eddie longer than heâd like to admit to get his hair slicked into the neat bun heâs sporting, but with his tongue plunged deep inside of you and your pretty moans filling his ears, Eddie canât seem to care that youâre definitely messing up his hard work.
Eddie could spend eternity here, down on his knees, under the dress of your skirt, lapping at your pussy like itâs the last meal heâll ever have. And sure, Eddie makes this conclusion, like, every single time he finds himself between your legs, but can you blame him? Youâre the sweetest thing heâs ever had the pleasure of dealing with.
You lift a leg to hook over Eddieâs shoulder, the heel of your foot pressing into his shoulder blade and pushing a moan from the depths of Eddieâs chest as he snuggles deeper into you, licking and sucking and nipping.Â
âS-so closeâŚâ You whimper, thighs beginning to quiver on each side of Eddieâs head. He fixes his grip on your hips because Eddie wouldnât dream of letting you fall in his presence, and youâre standing on your tiptoes when you fumble over the edge, crying out for Eddie as you soak his tongue.
Eddieâs moaning into you, fingers massaging and caressing the thick parts of your hips and thighs as he continues working you through your orgasm. Youâre twitching and heavily breathing when Eddie parts his mouth from your slick folds, strings of arousal and spit snapping and falling to his chin. God, it makes Eddie ache in his pants.
He presses sweet and sticky kisses to the insides of your thighs, savoring every moment he has here, breathing you in, tasting you, feeling you, hearing you. He doesnât doubt for a moment that he looks like a madman when he brings his head out from under your dress, and you giggle, pressing your hand to your lips.
Eddie wants to hear that noise on repeat. Put his headphones on and, like, clean his house or something. Let your giggles play on a constant loop until theyâre engrained into the grooves of his brain so he never has to go a second without hearing them.
âWhat?â Eddie smiles, hands still under your dress and soothingly squeezing the shaky muscles of your thighs. Your eyes are glazed from pleasure, and you look warm as you speak, âIâ your hair,â You laugh. You press the wispy curls of Eddieâs bangs back, âIâm so sorry. It looked so nice, and I messed it up.â You happily frown.
Eddie huffs out a laugh, pressing a kiss to your knee and shaking his head, âThatâs okay,â He responds, reaching over for your panties to help you slip them back on. âIt was for a good cause.â He winks.
Eddie doesnât frequent fancy parties.
The fanciest event Eddieâs ever been to was a masquerade-themed dinner that he and Jeff snuck into because there were rumors of a big hit producer being there, which, big fucking shocker, they never found him since everyone was in a fucking mask. It was a waste of time, but at least they ate like kings that night.
Besides that, Eddie doesnât go to fancy placesâ itâs just not his kind of scene. And itâs not like the event youâve brought him to tonight is, like, Buckingham Palace tier, but everyone here looks like a million bucks and up, and Eddieâs not quite sure heâs up to that standard.
He would be more worried if you werenât clinging to him like a koala bear and keeping him in light conversation.
You introduced Eddie to a few of your industry friends, and one or two of them even remembered Eddie from the films heâd done with you, which, Eddie doesnât know why, but his head grew three times bigger in size from that. And for the most part, you keep to Eddieâs side, pointing out different people from across the room and telling him the lore behind them and whatnot as you share a plate of snacks.
And you love grapes, apparently, because Eddieâs had to get up and refill on them about three times now. âDo you want more?â Eddie asks when he realizes youâre almost done. You glance at him with a small smile as you nod, âIâll get it this time, though. I want to try some of the cheese.â
So, Eddie nods and keeps an eye on you until the crowd obstructs his view. He busies himself with watching the room, tries to see if he can pick out anyone from any pornos heâs watched before he realizes thatâs fucking weird and cringes at himself for being a perv. He finishes his glass of champagne, which Eddie isnât a champagne guy, but it was either that or whiskey, and Eddie would rather not get shitfaced tonight.
And whatâs taking you so long? Youâve been gone for a while now, and Eddie had first thought you maybe made a quick stop at the restrooms, but itâs been more than enough time, and he misses you (as fucking sappy as that is), so he gets up and makes his way to the food bar.
Heâs got his empty flute in one hand and the other in his pocket, brown eyes softly scanning the room as he walks. And then he spots you, near the food where you said youâd be, with some guy talking to you, but something isnât right.Â
Eddieâs spent enough time with you now to be able to tell when youâre feeling uneasy just by the way you anxiously drag your nail against the length of your thumb, the way your eyes dart around, or the tense pull of your shoulders.
Your gaze lands on Eddie, and your eyes soften, and Eddie doesnât even have to think twice before he walks over.
The man's back is facing Eddie, so he doesnât see the curly-headed boy until he steps around and slinks an arm around your waist, pulling you close with a soft smile, âBeen looking for you, sweets.â He presses a kiss to your forehead as you sink into him.
âMm, just catching up with..a friend.âÂ
Eddie doesnât miss the pause. He looks over to the man youâd been talking to, and you take a breath, âEddie, this is Chris, a coworker.â You introduce the man. And Eddie remembers that name; he thinks he remembers seeing it on the script of the last film you and Eddie did togetherâ the one where youâd asked Eddie to take over because the other guy was an asshole.
Chris reaches out a hand, âChris. You must be a good friend of hers?â
Eddie doesnât like that. Doesnât like that he doesnât refer to you by your name, or the smug grin on his face, or the sly tone in his voice when he says it.Â
And Eddie doesnât know why he does it, okay. He doesnât know why the words fly out of his mouth or why he didnât, like, think it through, but suddenly, Eddieâs introducing himself as your boyfriend. Which, Eddie is not your boyfriend. And youâre not his girlfriend.
Eddie would love to be your boyfriend, and heâd love for you to be his girlfriend, butâ but youâre not. So, Eddie doesnât know why he does it, but he does, and god, itâs comedic how the guy's face falls. Eddie can feel your gaze on him, and he panics a little because what if Eddie just crossed the line big time?
Chrisâs gaze flickers to you, and his brows raise as you look at him, âSo, I take it this is why youâre only doing solo content now?â
Which, fucking gross. Thatâs definitely none of this meathead guy's business! So what if youâre making solo content only? And why does he know, and why does he care? God, this guyâs a creep.
But also⌠why are you only doing solo content? Eddie canât help but wonder. Did something happen? Was it this asshole's fault? Eddie will kill him if he has anything to do with it. You and Eddie have become so close; you tell each other everything about everything, so why didnât you tell him about this? Itâs not a big deal or whatever, butâ
âDoes it matter?â Shit, Eddie didnât mean to say that out loud.
Youâre both looking at Eddie in shock, and Eddie just blinks and waits for an answer.
You take in a deep breath, arm squeezing around Eddieâs as you answerâ since this guy canât take a fucking hint, âYeah, actually, it is. Just didnât feel right.â You shrug.
The guy nods, pursing his lips together, âFair enough. Well, if that ever changes, you know where to find me.â He winks before turning around and leaving. Eddie cringes, and he almost steps forward to say something, to tell him to fuck off somewhere, but your grip tightens around his arms, and Eddie understands that you just want the conversation to be over.
Eddieâs quickly turning his attention to you, though, when you press yourself into his side, âThank you.â You sweetly say.
Eddie nods, a warm hand reaching up to squeeze your hand that's resting over his bicep, âDonât sweat it, princess. That guyâs a douche.â And you huff, nodding your head, âYeah. You definitely scared him, though. It was pretty hot.â
Eddie tries not to let that get to his head.Â
He fails.
The rest of the night goes well with fewer dickhead run-ins and more grapes, and Eddie is more than Elated when you say itâs time to go.
The ride home is pleasant, and youâve been extra cuddly all night, so Eddieâs heart is practically the size of Texas when you bring his hand into your lap and slink your fingers together. Youâre spending the night, so Eddieâs kind of excited to get in bed and snuggle until you both pass outâ but then Eddieâs thrown in for a loop when you both get under his covers.
Banshee is busy in her bakery down at the foot of the bed, kneading little biscuits in preparation for her sleep, and youâre fresh-faced and wrapped in one of Eddieâs shirts when you look over at him with a teasing look, âSo,â you start, âYouâre my boyfriend.â
Eddie blinks at you, wishing the bed would just let him sink in and become one with the mattress. âOh god,â He groans, pressing his hands to his face, âIâm sorry, it just came out! That guy was being a dick, and it was the first thing that I thought of, andâ god, Iâm sorry.â He drags his hands over his face and shoots you an empathetic look. âYou can totally, like, kick me in the nuts.â
And Eddie kind of braces himself for you to chew him out or something; tell him heâs a weirdo, and heâll never in a million years get to call himself your boyfriend because youâre way out of his league. But then you giggle.Â
And itâs not the teasing âget a load of this loserâ giggleâ no, itâs your sweet, kind, and adoring giggle.
âNo, no. I was⌠I was wondering when you would ask, actually.â
Eddieâs never turned his head so fast. He thinks he imagined you saying it, like, maybe he drank too much champagne even though he literally only had less than two full glasses the entire night. âHuh? Iâ w-what do you mean?â Eddie gapes. âLike⌠like, ask you to be my girlfriend?â
And youâre so cute as you shyly nod, glancing at Eddie with this expectant gaze.
âShit, well uh, I-I wanted to ask you in like a bigger way. Like flowers and shit because I⌠well, I really like you, and itâs what you deserve andââ
You cut Eddie off with a laugh and scoot closer to him, and if Eddieâs heart beats any faster, he might die. âEddie,â You lowly and softly say, holding his gaze. Eddie nods, eyes darting down to your lips as he holds his breath. âWill you be my boyfriend?â
Shit, Eddieâs never said yes��so quickly in his life.
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eddie munson x shy fem reader
warnings: hope yâall like CHEESE, reader wears glasses
part two | part three
letâs go, donât wait masterlist
a/n: this is incredibly self indulgent and lame but i hope yâall enjoy xx.
âYouâre staring⌠again.â
Nancy says under her breath, which has your eyes immediately darting away and back down toward your lunch out of sheer embarrassment.
âI was not staringâŚ.â you hiss, picking at the pile of peas on your tray.
âOh, you soooo were,â she laughs, knocking her shoulder into yours. âWhy donât you just go and talk to him?â
You let out an exasperated breath before glancing over at your best friend. Sheâs giving you that soft yet encouraging gaze thatâs entirely Nancy.
âWhy would someone like him be interested in someone like me?â
Your voice is softer, but that underlying fear bleeds through nonetheless.
âIâm just soâŚ.â you trail off, chewing on your lower lip. âBoring.â
Your eyes have drifted back over to the hellfire table, where they seem to find themselves almost every lunch period now. Totally entranced by the male sitting at the end of the table.
Eddie Munson, dungeon master and local metalhead. Also the guy youâve been harboring the biggest crush on since your junior year.
He looks even prettier with the afternoon sun shining through the windows of the cafeteria, highlighting the warm chestnut hue of his fluffy curls. His lips are poised in an annoyed pout, fingers drumming on the table in rapid succession while he listens to Dustinâs nervous ramblings.
âHeâs just soâ outgoing and doesnât give two shits what these dipshits around here think of him.â
Your lips canât help but quirk up into a small smile when you witness him tossing a pretzel at Mikeâs head.
âYou are not boring,â Nancy sighs, her curls bouncing when she shakes her head. âBut youâre not gonna know if something could work out between you if you donât at least try.â
Your snort has her rolling her eyes, but yours are still transfixed on the boy in question. So much so that you havenât noticed the way your glasses continue to slip down the bridge of your nose.
âI doubt he even knows my name, Nance.â
When your eyes suddenly catch his chocolatey brown ones, you feel mortified. Youâve been very careful about yourâŚadmiring during lunch or in between classes. But Nancy had momentarily distracted you, and now youâd been caught red handed.
Unbeknownst to you, this isnât the first time heâs noticed your wandering gaze. Soft eyes that are filled with the utmost longing and kindness. Someone with a reputation such as Eddie Munson doesnât have looks like that thrown his way very often.
So itâs no surprise heâs caught on.
But you donât seem to notice the way he always glances back once you look away, dark eyes seeking out your figure in the halls. The longing of his own for you to finally meet his gaze. But your nose is either stuck in a book or those pretty eyes are trained on your feet.
It was maddening.
You quickly break his curious stare and jump to your feet, missing the way he shoots up from his own chair. You sling your backpack over your shoulder and leave your tray abandoned.
âI gotta goâŚIâll see you later, Nance,â you say before she even has time to protest, keeping your head down as you make your way toward the exit.
Mentally still kicking yourself for being caught gawking at him like some bumbling idiot. But your heart leaps into your throat when you hear the slapping of sneakers on the linoleum behind you.
Before you can even process whatâs happening you all but collide into a denim clad chest, gasping softly when his arms slip around your waist to catch you before you almost stumble backwards onto your ass.
âWhoa, easy there,â he chuckles, those same pouty lips quirking up into a lopsided grin. âDidnât mean to scare yaâŚâ
When he releases you, your whole body deflatesâ already missing the warmth of his palms. Even if it was only for a fleeting moment.
âUhâŚsorry, did you need something?â you ask, unable to hide the confusion in your tone.
He purses his lips, twisting his rings on his fingers in almost a nervous manner.
Why would he be nervous?
âI just had a question is allâŚâ he mumbles, âand honestly, Iâve been meaning to ask you this for a while now.â
And your heart nearly stops when he carefully pushes your glasses back up the bridge of your nose.
âYou free tonight?â
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Bite my lip just for the taste
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Blurb: Eddie isnât only good with his hands. He worships the ground you gracefully walk on and he is determined to satisfy you in every way that he can. Your pleasure is his pleasure and thanks to your mutual friend Steve, he might just have a chance to give you what you deserve.
Pairing: Older!Mechanic!Eddie x Reader
Warnings: 18+, lust at first sight, rough!dom!Eddie (careful what you wish for, right?), oral (m receiving), p in v sex, sloppy kisses, naked bodies and underwear description, reader referred to as girl, pet names, praise kink, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), alcohol, characters are of ages 25+ and 30+
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divider by @cafekitsune
Not only was Eddie Munson phenomenal with his hands when it came to mending cars and tinkering around with bolts and nuts⌠but he knew a trick or two with his strong muscular tongue and his long skilled fingers; and they werenât associated with playing guitar or singing a epic chorus.
Eddie knew how to fuckâ and he was fucking great at it.
But he couldnât just come out straight with it and tell you thatâ he had to ease into it. It was like a dark lustrous dance of longing and need and he didnât mind if he were in it for the long run.
Eddie wanted you but he knew that perfection took time.
It all began on a sweltering summers day. The metal head was very well educated on how car batteries and engines reacted to intense heatâ but no amount of study could have prepared him for the way your car trundled into his garage.
Wiping the sweat from his thick brow he watched how you swung open the door with a tired groan and a chesty grumble. Full of merciless rage as you rattled your hands against the metal plating of the evidently old vehicle. Swearing like a sailor on a sinking ship, âPiece of shit!! I hope they crush you!â
Eddie couldnât control the way his jaw nearly hit the dusty courtyard floor as your heeled foot struck against the cars front tire multiple times. Your rage wasnât what surprised Eddieâ he was accustomed to watching customers let out their pent up rage onto their dying automobiles. But what stunned him was you. You presented yourself in a way that made Eddie question why you decided to bring your car all the way down to this side of town when you clearly could afford to go elsewhere.
Not to toot his own horn, but Eddie was one of the best mechanics this town had to offer. However, he did hold a reputation that much of the community did not agree with. He had a look that made people uncomfortableâ that made them run away.
But not you.
You charged toward him fiercely and determined. You made Eddie shrink in his boots.
âHi, Iâm looking for Eddie? Eddie Munson? Iâm told this is his place.â Your sugar coated tongue had Eddieâs mind reeling. The contrast of your actions and your personality made him want to laugh aloudâ but he managed to keep his humour to himself. For now. You hoop your keys around your index finger, swirling the metal so they would clank and chime against one another.
âYouâre looking at him, princess,â He wipes his large oil covered hands against the dark denim of his jeans, toying with the chunky silver rings that graced his fingers as he drank you in furtherâ having a better view of you now, âHow can I help?â He briefly glances over to your car, his two front teeth puncturing his bottom lip as he recalls the way you were attacking it just moments earlier.
âMy friend Steve said if anyone can fix this hunk of shit then it would be you.â You offer Eddie a tight lipped smile, your hands resting comfortably on your hips as you also gaze back over at the rust bucket your father gifted you 4 years prior, âShe isnât much to look at, but she meant a lot to my old man so⌠I sort of have to keep her around, Yâknow?â You roll your eyes comically and Eddie hums in acknowledgment, crossing his heavily tattooed arms over his plump chest that is clad in a tarnish white tank top.
âI get it.â He grins and winks at you, walking over to where you had abandoned your prized possession, âI hope Harrington put a good word in for me, his car wouldâve been scrapped last year if it werenât for my talent.â
âHe said you were the best⌠alongside some other things that I best not mention if you wanna keep your friendship with him on good terms.â
Eddie laughs as he leans against the bonnet of your car, his wandering eyes flickering from your skirt that is stretched across the fullness of your thighs and up to your face and all over again. He couldnât seem to pull his attention away from you.
âItâs unlocked, if youâd like to have a look inside.â You gesture toward the hood of the car which the metal head is leisurely draped on and Eddieâs cheeks warm at the inkling that he was caught gawking at you.
âYeah, Iâll pop it open. It might just be the heatâŚâ
It was now your turn to rake your eyes over Eddieâs frame as he peers into the organs of your nearly dead vehicle. He was only older than you by a couple of years and yet he seemed much more experienced in life than you did. The tattoos against his pale skin had you nibbling on the plush flesh of your bottom lip. His jeans hung loosely on his hips, held up by a studded black leather belt and above the hem you could see the waistband of his boxer briefs peering out at you.
One thing Steve had failed to mention to you before your arrival was how smoking hot Eddie âthe freakâ Munson was. If you had known sooner, you wouldâve dressed up a bit moreâ maybe you wouldâve gotten changed out of your PA office attire.
But still, your tight fitted blouse and shiny black heels would just have to suffice.
âWhat are you doing right now?â Boldly you move around to meet Eddieâs line of vision. His eyebrows knit together in slight confusion and he flicks his fingers toward the open hood of the car, âNo, I mean, after this. What are you doing? Do you.. have plans? Maybe going home to a girlfriend, perhaps?â You werenât very subtle, but screw it! You saw the hunger in his eyes when you first showed upâ he wanted you just as badly as you wanted him and you hadnât been taken care of in a long time.
You were needy. Desperate. And Eddie may as well have been served up to you on a silver platter!
âPlans? Oh uh⌠no. Not at all. I uh⌠I was going to go home and have some shitty wine,â His pink lips perk up into a toothy smile, a knowing smile, and you bite the inside of your cheek to suppress your own, âDoes that maybe interest you? You donât seem like a shitty wine girl.â
You shrug your shoulders and a transparent smugness settles deep into the apples of your cheeks, âI like shitty wine.â
âThe good thing about being your own boss is that you can finish whenever you want.â He slaps the bonnet of the car shut and dusts his large hands against one another, âHow about I look at this tomorrow and we can take my car back to mine? Or would you like to check out my ass for a bit longer?â He slyly winks at you and your face tilts toward the ground as you make a feeble attempt to conceal the blazing fire that was torturing your skin.
âHmmm that dependsâ can you guarantee that youâre not some psycho and that I wonât end up on the front page of the paper tomorrow?â For someone whose body may as well be a ferness with how hot it is, you sure are making Eddie work for what you both want. Something about him made you brave, but it also made you⌠timid. Quiet⌠obedient.
And boy oh boy, Eddie was enjoying every second of the power he had over you.
âHow about I let you drive? You have the keys⌠you have the control.â His husky voice drops an octave as he takes a few steady strides toward you. His gaze penetrates yours and his dangerous eyes have an addictive allure. Captivating and intimidating. Revealing little but knowing much⌠it was exciting. He excites you.
âThat could workâŚâ your voice betrays your facade of confidence and Eddie grins wider at the soft falter in your tone. He could read you like a book. Your inviting body language, the blown darkness in the centre of your glossy eyes and the way you donât back away from him as he stalks even closer to you. You were his prey⌠and he was the hunter set on a target.
One of Eddieâs rough calloused hands gently takes yours. He positions your palm flat out toward the sky so he could drop his keys onto it all while his focus on your face remains unwavering, âThe keys to the castle.â
âFitting, since you called me a princess earlier.â
âMaybe I orchestrated this from the beginning?â An entertained eyebrow perks up behind his stringy damp bangs.
âIs that so?â The sound of your hushed voice echoes back at you and your lips part longingly at Eddieâs close proximity. He is close enough to kissâ tasty enough to devour. A banquet of all of the most desirable and finer things in life.
âI saw you in those heels and with those legs⌠I couldnât resist. They donât call me a Eddie the freak Munson for no reason, princess.â There is a clip to his voice, a new intensity piercing through his words like a pin to a voodoo doll.
âYou might just have to show me how freaky you really are then, Mr. freakâŚâ
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Eddie was right. The wine did taste like shit.
You were currently draped across Eddieâs large sofa, the soft suede fabric welcomed the mould of your body as you sunk into airy cushions and you sipped hesitantly from your stemmed glass. Smearing your dark lipstick across the pristine rim as you did.
Eddie was perched on a chair across from you which was cut from the same material as the couch. His feet were planted to the floor and his legs were spread wide; like a King on his throne. There was a coffee table separating the two of you and part of you questioned why he was so far away.
You and Eddie locked eyes, a welcoming and long stare. It was comfortable, patient but growing. Neither of you looked away, but none of you made the first move, either.
Eddie was assessing you. He was trying to figure out how this would go. How it would play out. Who was going to be the dominant one and who was going to submit?
You wanted it to be him. You wanted him to know that you needed your decisions made for you tonight.
You bring your glass of wine back to your mouth, taking a small drink and proceeding to lick and bite your lip afterwards. An unspoken invitation that Eddie silently accepts.
The warm light that glows from the table lamp next to you illuminates Eddie in a gorgeous orange hue, darkening his tattoos and brightening the metal around his fingers and his neck. You envision how he would look above youâ glistening in sweat with his necklace shimmering as it dangles atop of your face. The image nearly causes you to whine aloud.
Nearly.
You surveyed your surroundings, âThis is a nice place you haveâ very cozy.â You place your wine glass on a coaster, coming back to snuggle into the pillows of the sofa and Eddie hums, pleased.
âItâs no bachelor pad but itâs home.â He tilts his nearly empty glass toward you and a mischievous smile toys with the edges of his lips, âThank you.â
He finishes his drink with one swift movement before he is leaving his post from across from you. You watch him with blown eyes, eyes that are bright and eager. He settles his lean and sturdy physique against the door frame that leads into his kitchen space.
Your heart rate quickens with anticipation and your hips squirm beneath you as you try and remain confident under his abysmal and sinful demeanour.
You were overly aware of the lewd events hurtling toward you and the excitement of it causes your face to flush with colour.
âIâve never fucked a girl in heels before⌠I think you should keep them on.â He prowls toward you, his body language animalistic and focused.
Heâs been wanting to pounce on you from the moment you stepped foot through the doorâ but Eddie is a gentleman and gentlemen take their time.
Eddie was in front of you now. His eyes such a deep shade of chocolate brown that they seemed to swallow the light rather than reflect it. They were adorned by long dark eyelashes that you were envious of and strong clean eyebrows that framed the chiselled structure of his face. He looked like a painting. Like he wasnât real.
âI⌠I can keep them on.â Your face tilts toward your feet as you try to remind yourself of the appearance of the shoes that you chose to wear that day however Eddie is quick to tensely grab you by the flesh of your cheeks and snatch your attention back to him.
âEyes on me.â His voice is a hushed purr as his nose teeters on the edge of brushing yours, âI wanna see your pretty face.â
His grip remains tight and it forces your lips into a cute pout which Eddie coos at, âI wanna kiss you. Is that okay?â You nod your head feverishly. Without wasting a single second your lips finally met, tinged with impatience. His lips were magnificent, full and defined and soft. His tongue tastes of alcohol and mint and you moan at the contact of his wet tongue wrestling against yours. His teeth nip at your bottom lip and your eyes are lidded as your fingers touch the exposed skin of his shoulders with a feathery graze; causing goosebumps to arise on Eddieâs inked skin.
âI need to know that you want thisâŚâ He breathes heavy laboured breaths, âThat you want me to take control. I like it rough, baby, so we need to have a safe word⌠okay? Safe word is Cherries. You got that?â His domineering mask slips for a quarter of a moment as his black hues sweeten. You nod again, your mind clouded with lust and desperation.
âRepeat it back to me.â
âCherries is the safe word.â
âClever girl.â Without a beat Eddie is dragging you up and onto your feet. You are wobbly on your legs for a moment but you are fast to regain composure. As Eddie goes to lead you through to his bedroom you stop, your body set alight.
âEddie can I⌠can I taste you first?â You are a blushing mess as the words drool from your lips. You hadnât stopped thinking about it since you seen him man spreading in front of you in his armchair earlier. You wanted to dip down between his thighs and make his cock twitch with need, âPlease.â
The metal head looked bewildered for a moment however he quickly welcomed the request. How could he possibly deny such a sweet girl when she asked him so politely?
He walks the both of you over to the comfortable chair, sitting himself down and allowing his hands to have free roam of your ass and hips, âAsk me as nicely as that and Iâd give you anything you want, princess.â The pet name was now tainted with naughty intention as it rolled off of his slick tongue and your knees weaken at the sight of him gazing up at you.
It was nice to be able to study a man features without any shame or embarrassment. You were so used to stealing glances at attractive men but the visual feast sitting in front of you was enjoyed without any guilt.
You offer Eddie an intoxicated smile as his eyes venture over your face, your neck, your breasts and your exposed legs. You werenât worried about the way your body lookedâ there was something so calming about Eddie that struck a match of confidence within you and he seemed to like what he was looking at.
âSuch a pretty thing, arenât you?â He rips down your skirt from around your waist, letting it pool around your ankles and leaving you stood in the pile of bunched fabric. His hands work quickly on your blouse and Eddie growls at the sight of you. Nothing to you but your matching lace underwear set and your heels.
Your nipples peak at the change of temperature in the room and the sly man pinches them with the tips of his slender fingers, rolling the buds mercilessly and smirking devilishly as he does. The action causes a soft whine to emit from your throat and Eddieâs lips perk into a grin at the sound. He was obsessed with you.
âKneel.â
And you do. The bones of your knees meet the floor with a pathetic thud and Eddie smooths the palm of his hand across the softness of your hair; enticing you that he will be gentle at first but he yanks the strands seconds later, causing you to yelp.
âOpen up. I wanna see if Iâll fit.â
Bracing yourself with your hands on his jean clad knees you unhinge your jaw, opening wide as Eddie slots two of his fingers onto your tongue and they slide deep in the crevasse of your mouth. They tickle the back of your throat and your thighs clench together at the thought of him fucking of your face.
âItâll be a tight squeeze, but Iâm sure you can handle it. Right, hon?â
âYes. I can take it. PleaseâŚâ You babble around his digits.
There you are again with your manners and your begging bambi eyes. It awakens something within Eddieâ something that had been sitting dormant but has now stirred from its slumber. A darkness. A line he had never crossed but he was so close to it now. He wanted to own you. He wanted you to belong to him⌠to be his and only his.
âGo on then, baby. Heâs waiting.â He winks at you and your adrenaline shaken hands find the zipper of his jeans. Eddieâs thick bulge strains against the stiff denim and you chew on your bottom lip furiously as his long and full shaft springs from his boxer briefs.
Your mouth salivates at the sight and you look to him for permission, which Eddie gives, before you are popping his throbbing tip into the hot cave of your mouth. A vibration travels down Eddieâs cock and reaches his balls as you moan around him. He felt so goodâ so natural to have him in your mouth. Like sucking on your favourite treat.
âFuckâ that feels so good.â Dark curls spill onto the back cushion of the chair and Eddieâs hands fist your hair into a ponytail, guiding your slobbering mouth up and down the length of his aching cock.
Your mind was blank of anything except for Eddieâs body and the way he felt inside of you. He hadnât even penetrated you yet and your panties were dampening with slick more and more with every passing bob of your head.
âShitââ Eddie seethes through clenched teeth, his hips rocking up to meet your sloppy movements and he punctuates each thrust with a rewarding moan. âI need to feel you.â It was abrupt, the way he ripped your mouth away from himâ but you understood. You needed to feel him too. You hadnât felt this desperate for anyone before; this sultry and seductive. This needy and submissive. You didnât want this night to end.
You cant contain the soft pants that leave your throat, a mixture of excitement and arousal as you climbed onto straddle Eddieâs thighs. His body felt hard and masculine beneath your touch and you shivered at the way he laid a harsh spank to the meaty flesh of your ass.
âAs innocent as you look, you really are just a dirty little slut, huh?â He slaps you again, this time harder than the last and you nearly collapse against his chest. Eddie laughs mockingly, forcing you to sit upright as his fingers plunge down into the soaking fabric of your panties.
You gasp, your already primed body becoming slippier as his fingers thrust softly into youâ testing the waters.
âSuch a wet pussy, all for meâŚâ His fingers twitch inside of you and you release a sound which can only be described as a moan combined with a helpless whine. With his free hand Eddie rips your breasts from the confines of your bra, allowing the skin to spill free.
His tongue bathed your breast while he used his teeth, giving you peppered bites that shot pleasure through your body like a lightning bolt. He drew your coiled nipple into his mouth and he let his teeth roughly drag over the tip. You moaned loudly. He leaves your breast and looks up into your face.
âTell me how badly you want my cock.â His voice is a clipped and cool demand.
âI want you to fill me up so bad. I need it, Eddie. Please⌠fuck, I want it more than anything.â Your hips grind against his fingers and your words mustâve struck Eddie in a pleasant way because before your brain has any time to catch up to his ever changing movements, his fingers are pulling your panties off to one side and his cock is teasing and toying with your dripping hole.
The eye contact between the pair of you was intense as Eddieâs entire length slowly slid inside of you. Your breathing catches in your throat at the stretch of him. Before long, Eddie settles inside of you and your eyes remain shackled to one another. Sex with a stranger shouldnât be this intimateâ so you screw your eyes shut.
Big mistake.
âOpen your fucking eyes,â He snarls, his hand grabbing your throat harshly as he pulls your body down toward his, âI want you to watch me as I fuck you.â Your eyelids snap open and Eddieâs features are slack but intimidating as he looks at you. The feeling of being brutally and totally full was almost too much for you to stand. Too much for you to handle. He pulls back from you and begins to thrust.
âWaitââ You plead and your hands find Eddieâs chest as you support yourself on top of him, âI just need a moment to adjust⌠youâre so big.â You squirm at the pulsing of your walls around Eddieâs shaft and he grins egotistically up at you.
âPerfect thing to say.â
He repositions his grip onto the back of your thighs, slowly readjusting himself beneath you and easing himself in and out.
âOkay,â you breathe with a soft nod, âYou can fuck me now.â
Eddie sensed that your body was ready for his size and he then started to brutishly slam his body into yours. Unbelievably erotic sounds hit your ears as you feel and hear his hips slapping against yours. Sticky skin meeting sticky skin.
âFeels like someone is fisting my dick.â
âWettest little pussy Iâve ever fucked, yknow that?â
âShit, I could cum from just the sight of you.â
âListen to that, baby. You hear how much your pussy is loving my cock?â
âKeep those stunning fucking eyes on me.â
Eddieâs deep grunts and moans mixed with his dirty commentary only heightened the erotica. Youâre gentle to take his hand into yours, timidly welcoming two of his fingers back into your mouth as you bound up and down to meet the crack of his hips against yours. Eddieâs eyes gloss over from the view of you above him and his thrusts get snappier and more intentional. Harsher. Quicker. Deeper.
As his cock fucks your sweet hole, his fingers are busy fucking your mouth as well. He took note of how much you liked to have him in your mouthâ no matter what part of his body that may be. Eddie got an inkling that this would be the first of many nights together. And he wasnât mad at the ideaâ he was actually thrilled by it. It spurred him on.
âRub your clit for me, sweet girl.â It was as if you were in a trance and the only thing you were able to do was obey Eddieâs every beckon and call. Your finger tips find your sensitive bundle of nerves and you sigh out in complete bliss at the euphoria that shocks up every vertebrae of your spine.
âThatâs it, baby. I want you to cum so fucking hard. Iâm getting so closeâ want you to cream all over my cock.â
The speed in which your fingers circled your clit increases and your eyes fight to stay open. You could feel the desperation punctuated in every one of Eddieâs quickened thrusts and you feel that familiar build coming to build in your tummy.
âFuckâ Iâm gonna cum. Keep rubbing that clit, baby. Youâre being such a good girl for me.â His tired pants fill the air and your mind whizzes and bubbles as you whine out loudly.
âOh fuck, oh fuck, of fuck!â Your mouth gapes open wide, mirroring the sweaty sex symbol below you and your eyes widen as your orgasm floods your every cell. Shaking your body from head to toe. You feel Eddieâs cock swell inside of youâ causing your high to continue
âShit!!â A yell breaks past Eddieâs swollen lips as his orgasm hits. You watch as his face contours as he cums inside of you. His eyes squint shut and his mouth is pulled into a grimace. The veins on his forearms bulk and tense. It was the sexiest thing you had ever fucking seen.
Your heart paced rabidly in your chest as you both breathed heavily, trying to control the heaving of your chests as you both came down. Youâre relying on Eddieâs body to keep you from collapsing and Eddie is wise to this. His strong arms wrap around your body as he pulls himself out of you, bringing you to rest on his chest.
Too tired and sated to do anything else, you press yourself against Eddieâs bare and empty sack, grinding lightly down onto the tender flesh of his balls and the noise that leaves Eddieâs throat is indescribable.
You shoot up to look at him and itâs now your turn to smirk and itâs Eddieâs turn to flush a shade of bright red.
âIgnore that.â He coughs to clear his oesophagus, followed by a light hearted chuckle as you come to lay back against his limp body and a knowingness fills your mind.
This wasnât just going to be a one night stand⌠and this wasnât the last time you were going to be laying on top of Eddie âthe freakâ Munson.
This was just the sweaty, sexy beginning.
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Summary: A missing key and a terrible storm leaves you and Eddie stranded in the back of his van. What ever shall you do to pass the time?
WC: 1.6k
Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), unprotected p in v, friends-to-lovers, kinda sub!Eddie but he's mostly just a simp.
A/N: This will be my last 1k+ fic for a while, as I'll be focusing on writing blurbs for Corroded Coffin Fest throughout July. Why not go out with a (literal) bang?
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âWhat do you mean, you forgot your key?â
Your eyes widen as Eddie flicks through the keyring. He shakes his head in frustration, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger.Â
âI was switching keychainsâŚI thought I put them all backâŚâ He huffs out an irritated laugh. âMustâve left the house key on the table.â
A warm breeze siphons through the humidity, gray clouds rolling in. August in Hawkins is unbearable as it is, and the sticky heat before a storm is downright brutal.Â
Eddie jiggles the doorknob once more, to no avail. âJesus H. Christ.â He rakes a hand through his curls, frizzy and knotted from the hot weather. âBack to your place?â
Before you can agree, lightning flashes and is swiftly accompanied by booming thunder. Your heart leaps into your throat and you jump.Â
âScared the shit outta me, too.â Eddie laughs nervously. A fat raindrop falls from the sky and plops on his nose, rolling off of the side. Another lands on his cheek, then one lands on yours, until rain pours in a steady sheet.Â
Eddie grabs your hand, tugging you off of the trailerâs front steps and pulling you back to his van. He flings open the back doors, always kept unlocked unless heâs hauling concert equipment.Â
âGet in,â he orders, and you follow his instructions without a second though. Rainwater pools in the grass, dirt turning into mud beneath your sneakered feet. His hands grip your waist, steadying you as you climb up. âWeâll wait in here until the rain dies down.â
You ignore the lingering flames that his touch leaves behind and the way heâs now sitting right next to you. âItâs like a monsoon out there.â
âYeah.â
The two of you sit in silence for a few moments, listening to the storm raging outside. Raindrops sound like drum beats against the vanâs exterior, a song youâve heard many times before.Â
A chill sweeps over you, reminding you of the wet cotton of your t-shirt clinging to your torso. Your miniskirt hasn't fared much better, the light-washed denim now dark.Â
âDo you have a blanket back here?â
Eddie shakes his head. âThatâs, like, the one thing I donât have.â He gestures to the cluttered space.Â
You offer a half-smile. âSâokay.â Your palms glide up and down your goosebump-covered arms.Â
He notices this, frowning. âHere,â he says. âMy hands are bigger than yours.â He clumsily positions himself behind you, knees knocking against your sides. His grasp is strong but gentle, hands warming you up from the outside in.Â
âThanks.â Heâs closeâso closeâyet it feels like heâs never been farther away. Without thinking, you scoot back until your ass brushes against his fly.Â
âSh-Shit.â Eddie inhales sharply. âThatâs, um, dangerous territory.â
You raise your brows, though he canât see them. âAnd rubbing my arms isnât?â
Eddie peers around, chin resting on your shoulder. He looks up and says, âit doesnât turn you on though.â
âSays who?â
He breathes out a laugh, stopping immediately when he realizes that youâre not joking. His voice is barely above a whisper when he asks, âThisâŚthis turns you on?âÂ
You nod, suddenly shy at the admission.Â
âHow about this?â Eddieâs lips press against the back of your neck. One calloused hand reaches for the collar of your shirt, tugging it down to expose your shoulder. He kisses that, too, his teeth grazing your sensitive skin.Â
âMhm.â
âFuck.â His other hand snakes around your throat, holding it firmly but being careful not to squeeze. âWe shouldnât do this. Sâgonna ruin our friendship.â
Gently, you turn to face him, legs straddling his waist. âIâm fine with ruining it if you are.â The words are murmured, muffled by the proximity of your lips and his.Â
Eddie swallows, Adam's apple bobbing with trepidation. âJust want you. Fuck, I want you so bad.â
He grabs your ass and pulls you closer until you can feel his erection straining against his jeans. You roll your hips, eliciting a moan from him.Â
âYouâI gottaââ He unbuckles his belt, tossing it amongst the vanâs clutter. âIâm so hard it hurts.â
You reach for his pants button, but he shakes his head. âIâll bust if you touch me,â he sheepishly explains.Â
He takes off his own pants, which is much more of a chore than usual because of the rain-soaked fabric. He doesnât bother to remove his Hellfire shirt, but you hardly notice. His tented boxers hold your focus, and despite his warning, you strip them away. You need to see whatâs beneath them.Â
The sight before you is nothing less than glorious.Â
His cock is hard, curved slightly left, the pinkish-purple tip already leaking pre-cum. Your thumb traces the vein that runs along the shaft, and he shivers at your touch. When he looks at you with wide, wet eyes, you nearly melt on the spot.
âIsâŚIs this what you want?â Eddieâs voice is so soft you can barely hear it above the pouring rain. âBecauseâŚI want this so bad. So fucking bad.â Pleading, desperate, bordering on pathetic. Everything he showed outwardly, you felt on the inside.
You lean in, capturing his lips and pouring all of your desire into one searing kiss. âDonât just want it. Need it. Need you,â you reassure him, feeling his length twitch against you. Taking it in your hand, you move your panties out of the way and rub the head against your clit. Every nudge sends a wave of pleasure crashing through your body. âMmmph, please, please.â
Eddie wraps his hand around yours, guiding his cock into you. âThere you go,â he whispers, hissing as you sink down. He fills you completely, bringing a pinch of pain as you adjust to him. âYou okay?â
âMhm. M-More than okay.â You grip his shoulders, curling your fingers into the shirtâs cotton fabric. Moving your hips, you work him deeper until heâs bottomed out, sheathed within you down to the curls at his base.Â
Everything is Eddie, and it feels so good.Â
âCanât believe Iâm inside you.â He tries to kiss you, the action hindered by a small laugh. âIâm actuallyâweâre actually doing this. Fuck, you feel so good!â The last sentence is a growl, raw and primal.Â
You hold on to him, knees scraping against the vanâs worn carpet as your movements find their rhythm. Thereâs no more time for self-control. Only Eddie, his hips bucking to meet your core.Â
âMightâŚmight not last long,â he admits, swiping at a bead of sweat dripping down his temple. âYouâre even better than my fantasies. Never knew youâd feel this f-fucking warm. Tight. Like youâre m-made for me.â
âMaybe I am.â You swoop down to suck on his neck. âMaybe I am made for you, and Iâve been waiting for you to realize it.â
Eddie groans, throwing his head back and exposing more of his neck, which you dutifully continue marking. His thoughts are clouded by lust; neither of you speak for a while, the only noises are moans and the van squeaking on its axles.Â
âItâs always you.â
Your eyes meet his. âWhat?â
âIn my fantasies. Itâs always you. Every time I jerk off, I imagine your hands, your mouth, your perfect pussyââ
âEddie.â His name is barely a breath. You clench around him just as he kisses you, and his teeth sink into your lower lip. Itâs not hard enough to draw blood, but it produces a twinge of pain that has you skyrocketing towards climax. âYes, yes, yes!â
He grabs your hips harshly, keeping you flush against him. The denim waistband of your skirt digs into your skin but you donât care. Nothing matters, only Eddie, Eddie, EddieâŚ
âIâm coming. Fuck, Iâm coming.â He thrusts upwards in short, punctuated strokes, heaving as he spills into you.Â
The two of you stay like that for a few moments, catching your breath and processing what just happened. You confessed that Eddieâs touch turned you on, you rode him in the back of his van, and then he confessed that he thinks about you when he touches himself.Â
Oh, and he gave you an earth-shattering orgasm.Â
As if reading your mind, Eddie says softly, âyou cameâŚright? Because if you didnât, I canââ
âYeah.â You canât help but giggle, silencing him with a kiss. âI definitely came.â
His chest sags with relief. âGood. Me, too. I mean, obviously. Itâs rightâŚâ He withdraws, cock softening, his cum trickling down your thigh. âHoly fucking shit.âÂ
Thereâs no masking his grin, visible through the t-shirtâs thin fabric as he pulls it over his head. With a careful touch, he wipes away his mess.Â
âI think I owe you a new shirt.â
âNah.â He shakes his head, tossing the shirt aside. âI have a million of these. Not the first time oneâs been, uh, stained.â
Eddieâs cheeks turn crimson at his admission. He averts his gaze from you, bringing his attention to the foggy window. The condensation squeaks under his forefinger as he draws a smiley face through it.Â
âWhat do you wanna do till my uncle gets home?â
You, you think, but the last thing you need is for Wayne to find the van a-rockinâ. âMaybe I could hear more about those fantasies of yours? And I could tell you some of mine?â
Eddie looks back at you, his spent cock still managing a small twitch. âMmm.â His lips find your throat, sending vibrations through you when he speaks. One hand snakes between your bodies, his middle finger landing on your clit. He makes small, deliberate circles as he murmurs.
âLadies first.â
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Can I interest anyone in a wee bit of frenemy(?)eddie and some soft confessions while under the influence?
18+, MDNI 2.2k
cw: drug use (edible)
âOh, wow. Sheâs really out.â
Nancy wasnât wrong, but Eddie didnât need to be told. He had noted your rapid descent into sleep when it started halfway through the movie. Your eyelids fluttering like they had weights attached to them and your body curling into itself as you sank into the cushions of the Wheelerâs sofa.
You were crumpled in a ball at the end of it now, hugging the arm like you thought you were going to roll off the edge of a cliff if you let go. Your half-drunk beer still sat on the end table, abandoned once the edible you split with Argyle took effect.
Eddie had foolishly tried to warn you off it, saying you should start with half of your half and go from there. But of course that only set the two of you off like a pair of dueling firecrackers.
He didnât know how he kept ending up in these spats with you. He never intended to insult you, it just seemed he had a real knack for it. You always accused him of babying you and heâd accuse you of being too stubborn for your own good.
Had anyone besides Eddie suggested you take it easy, you probably would have listened and might still be conscious right now.
Nancy jostled you gently, trying to rouse you while Eddie peered over her shoulder. He didnât care for the lifeless way your limbs hung, for the way your head lolled forward on your shoulders like you couldnât hold it up yourself.
It made his fingers drum nervously on the outside edge of his thigh and the wallet chain that hung there clinked with each and every irregular tap.
Of course he knew there was logically no way you could OD on a pot brownieâbut that didnât mean he delighted in seeing you so incapacitated.
Eyes shut tight, you started babbling softly in response to Nancyâs voice as she tried to draw you back to the world of the waking. With a soft oof, she got you to put one arm around her neck and attempted to lift you off the couch. But even with the deceptive strength of her slight frame, she wasnât getting you anywhere by herself.
So, she glanced around the room at the rest of their friends in their various states of intoxication.
Steve and Robin were long gone, Robin being the winner of their coin toss for who got to drink that night while the other stayed sober. Sheâd skipped on the edible and mainlined strawberry daiquiris instead, leading to her calling out forlornly as Steve helped drag her out the door,
âWhat if I puke pink? Please, please, please, donât let me puke pinkââ
Argyle and Jonathan were passed out, entwined on the pallet of blankets and pillows on the floor, Jonathan likely not realizing the warm chest he was burying his face in wasnât his girlfriendâs.
Finally, her determined gaze fell to Eddie, and she tilted her head at him in that Nancy way of herâs that gave out marching orders without her so much as speaking a word. With another glance at your sleeping form, Eddie released a resigned sigh and nodded his head.
As they helped you climb the stairs, one arm slung over each of their shoulders, you started to rouse again and slowly registered what was happening through the fog of your high.
âAww, shitâŚmâfucked up, huh?â you chuckled, letting out a heavy sigh. âMâso sorry, Nance, I shouldnât haveâŚhe was rightâŚagainâŚâ
The bitter edge in your voice as the last word left your lips made Eddieâs brow jump with interest. You lifted your head the full two inches you could manage and peered at Nancy through half-lidded eyes. Your head then swiveled to the other side and Eddie braced himself for more vitriol.
But none came.
Your face didnât even change and Eddie realized your current state made he and Nancyâs mops of messy brown curls somewhat indistinguishable. You just continued on like you were still talking to your best friend, not the guy you couldnât stand.
âWheeler, youâre a fucking beast, you know that? Youâre so strongâŚâ
The loopy giggle you let out brought a smile to Eddieâs lips in spite of himself. He felt your hand start to curl around his shoulder and it made him tense, worrying youâd recognize the rough denim of his vest. But your fingers simply held it, rubbed the frayed hem of his cut-off sleeve between the pads, your sleepy smile re-forming.
âGod, Nance, you smell so goodâŚâ
Your head suddenly drooped, landing partially on Eddieâs shoulder and making his breath catch.
You took a deep inhale of his scent, your chest expanding with it and making Eddieâs eyes bulge and then avert quickly when he caught himself ogling the deep scoop of your neckline. He had already committed most of the night to avoiding just that, his eyes justâŚslipped for a second.
Over your head, he caught Nancyâs gaze and the cloudy blue color might as well have been a bright red laser for how clearly she saw through him.
Thankfully, they got to the guest room before she could make any damning remarks. She pushed open the door and flicked on the bedside lamp, illuminating a bed piled obscenely high with pillows and a down comforter seemingly thicker than some mattresses Eddie had slept on.
âCan you hold her?â Nancy asked, looking from the bed back to him.
His throat bobbed with a harsh swallow and he nodded, only half-sure of his answer. Nancy lifted your other arm from her shoulder and turned you into his body. Your other arm wrapped around his neck, your head resting on his shoulder.
His hands wrapped hesitantly around your back, holding you against him almost like you were slow dancing. He had to resist the urge to sway.
Heart thundering so loud he feared it might wake you, Eddie watched while Nancy pushed all of the decorative pillows to the floor and turned down the comforter, motioning Eddie forward.
He walked you backwards a few steps and sat you down on the edge of the bed while Nancy knelt to take off your shoes. Thankfully, the dress code on movie night was always supremely casual and the track pants and tank top youâd worn would be fine to sleep in.
You babbled a bit more as they got you ready for bed, seemingly oblivious to Eddieâs presenceâeven mentioning him briefly as they helped you lay flat and Nancy lifted your legs onto the bed.
âHeâs just so annoying, you know?â you muttered bitterly. âLike, whatever, youâre hot and you play guitar and youâve banged like half the town. That doesnât mean you know everything.â
Eddie tried not to let the words sting. It wasnât anything you hadnât said before to his face, but there was something about you still saying it, even when he âwasnât thereâ to hear it.
Apparently it wasnât just an act.
âIâm gonna get water,â Nancy whispered, already out the door. âJust keep an eye on her, please?â
Eddie frowned and grumbled in response, but he didnât move from his spot beside you. He did start to turn away, but stopped when you shifted in the bed. You reached out a limp hand and caught just the tips of Eddieâs fingers, tugging lightly on them like you wanted to tell him something.
He sank slowly to his knees, trying to hear you as your lips moved almost mutely.
âShouldâve listened,â you muttered. âShouldnâtâve been such a dickâŚâ
You seemed perfectly content continuing your conversation even without âNancyâ responding, and Eddie wondered if he should just go? He was positive youâd be mortified if you ever found out he had overheard any of this. But even as he was screaming at his feet to move, for his knees to rise, they remained planted on the Wheelerâs plush carpeting at your next words.
âNanceâŚwhy doesnât he like me?â
It took what felt like a year for Eddie to unfreeze. He looked towards the door for a sign of Nancyâs shadow in the hallway, the sound of her footsteps on the stairs. But there was none.
Your head lolled on the pillow, eyes still shut but the lids twitching subtly like you were trying to open them. If you did, youâd be staring straight into Eddieâs own rapt gaze. You still held your pitifully weak grasp on his fingers, and he easily could have pulled away. But he didnât.
Eddie just watched, torn between his standards of decency and being desperate to find out what you were talking about. He didnât even know you were into anyoneâlet alone that you liked them enough to groan about them to Nancy. What kind of idiot wouldnât like you back?
Some sadistic part of him wanted to find out.
âI mean, I know Iâm notâmânot likeâŚChrissyâbut Iâm alright, arenât I? Anâ I wore thisstupid booby shirt hoping heâd notice and he justâŚâ
Your voice took on a wounded waver and you stopped, inhaling deeply as if to steady yourself. The beginnings of tears started to shimmer along your lash line and you shut your eyes tighter, but it only squeezed one of them out and made it trickle down your temple in a wet trail.
OkayâŚEddie was really confused now.
He didnât even know you knew his ex-girlfriendâs name until it came tumbling past your lips. And he sure as shit had so noticed your booby shirtâheâd barely been able to keep his eyes off you, had to actively force himself not to stare.
Had you actuallyâŚdid you really wear it for him?
All of a sudden, you rolled onto your side and your eyes cracked open the widest he had seen them all night. You looked almost lucid and you were staring directly into Eddieâs face.
He flinched slightly, worried you might scream when you saw him. But you just sighed, scanning his features all glassy and moon-eyed as you stared at him plainly. Unabashedly.
Like heâs an oil painting that couldnât look back.
âHeâs just soâŚpretty.â
The words are whispered, like a secret. And it takes everything in him to remain totally still and not to let his eyes bug completely out of his skull. Wait, did youâŚDid you not think he was there?
âI likeâim so muchâŚwhatâm I gonna do?â
There it was again. That plaintive whine, that broken lilt of your voice that tugged mercilessly at something deep inside of him. Heartstrings he didnât know were there until you plucked them.
You looked at him with those shiny eyes. Literal tears were filling them now, threatening to spill down your cheeks. You were crying. Over him? What kind of world was he living in?
And nearly too late, Eddie realized your eyes were fluttering closed again. Not from exhaustion, but to lean in and kiss him.
It all seemed to happen in slow motion. You stretched your neck forward, hand coming up to cup his jawâgod, your palms were so soft, not rough and hard like hisâand Eddie felt himself melt briefly into your touch, just for a moment before he realized what you were doing.
Eyes closing, chest heaving, lips parting as you leaned into what you thought was a dream.
No, no, no, he thought frantically. Not like thisâ
Eddie wrapped his hand around your wrist and gently pulled away from you. It made you push a little harder, trying to fight your way out of his grasp, but you were weak and looked more like a kitten trying to box. He didnât know what to do, he didnât want you to get upset, he justâ
âHey,â he soothed, gently brushing the backs of his fingertips along your jaw. âJust go to sleep, okay? We can talk about this in the morning.â
You blinked, seemingly in realization, like you were surprised to hear him speak. And it made him wonder how many of your other dreams heâd starred in where he didnât say a word.
But his voice seemed to soothe you somewhat, your fists unclenching and dropping to lay on the softness of the sheets. You nodded your head as your face sunk back into the pillow, your cheek rubbing the dainty floral bouquets on the case.
Eddie let out the breath he didnât remember he was holding, his shoulders slumping with it as his mind raced. Carefully, with nimble fingers curled around the edge of the comforter, he tugged it up further over your shoulders, almost to your chin. You snuggled a little deeper into your sleep and Eddie tucked the blanket in a little tighter, his heart pounding with every second.
And before he could talk himself out of it, he dropped a feather-light kiss to your forehead.
Once in a while we have to do the pining, I guess đ
Very veeeeeeeeeery loosely inspired by that scene in New Girl where Jess is on painkillers. Ty for reading - love you, mean it!
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Pairing Eddie Munson x Fem Reader [friends -> lovers]
Summary: You and Eddie ditch the party of the semester to fall into something you both know is meant to be [fluff, 3k]
A/N This is just fun, fluff, and feels. Felt like a vibe while I was writing it. This fic is part 1 of 3.
The music vibrates through the floor so intensely that Eddie can feel it in his bones. Even in the sunroom where he and a few others have settled. The small space gives sight to the backyard, where people mingle as they smoke, illuminated by string lights combating the nightâs darkness. Those inside the house with him chatter, sing, and toss their heads back in carefree laughter, feet shuffling against the hardwood as they dance.
The entire scene buzzes with the kind of life only Steve Harringtonâs place could ignite on a Friday night. One of these days, he swore he was going to loosen up and allow himself to get swept up in it too.Â
For now, he watches. Eyes flitting to various faces, but always returning to you. If you werenât smiling, you were talking, and the way your lips formed around your words was just as beautiful. The two of you spoke briefly when he first arrived, and he could still feel the delighted hug youâd given him over the fact that he decided to come. He wondered what heâd have to do to make it go away, but good thing he didnât mind the feeling. It was a reminder of how much he wished your nearness could be all his forever.
Longing was a peculiar thing. Selfish in its occupation of his entire being.Â
As Eddie takes another small sip from his drink, something fruity spiked with vodka, The Hair himself saunters up in front of him in a pair of slacks and a Polo sweater. Though rather polished for the occasion, it manages to look fitting on him. His cheeks are a little flushed and the metalhead raises a curious brow as his friend stares down at him with a smirk.Â
Rebel Yell starts pulsing through the stereo as Steve offers him a hand off the couch. They end up weaving their way out back. The fall air is cool, but not all of summerâs warmth has vanished. A few people wave and greet them as they head towards a pair of chaise lounge chairs. Billy Idolâs voice is muffled as it continues thrumming from inside. Grooving bodies are visible through the windows as the party carries on.Â
Steve pulls out a fancy metal cigarette case before they sit, flipping it open with a soft click. Eddie canât help but snort as he relaxes into the chair.Â
Steveâs brows furrow as he slips out a joint and begins lighting it. âWhat?âÂ
Eddie nods to the case in Steveâs lap. âRich people shit.âÂ
Steve takes the first couple puffs before passing the joint to Eddie. âJealous?âÂ
A smile cracks Eddie's face before he takes a drag. The answer is no, he isnât. Once upon a time, jealousy was all he burned with, even though he was Hawkinâs poster child for no fucks given and had every reason to be grateful he wasnât worse off. Grateful for Wayne, that he wasnât in the pen with his deadbeat father, for finally finding solid friends. He had more than he could ask for, and it took growing up to see it.Â
Eddie tips his head back and blows smoke up into the night before giving Steve his turn. What he canât see is that your eyes have fallen on him from inside the house, sparkling and curious as Robin grins by your side.Â
âSo did I save you back there or what?â Steve asks as he ashes the joint onto the ground. âLooked like you were zoning in and out, man.â Thereâs genuine curiosity in his gaze though his tone is playful.Â
Growing up with parents like his, Steve had gotten good at reading people. They vacationed a lot, but still managed to walk around with arc reactors in their chests whenever they were home. Bound to detonate in the wake of the most trivial inconveniences. Sometimes he wished he could shut everyone and their feelings out, but he wouldnât quite be himself then.Â
Eddie runs his ringed fingers through his hair. âJust a bit overwhelmed.âÂ
Steve takes a thoughtful look around. âThese kinda things can be a lot.âÂ
Not even half the faces outside belong to close friends. There was a magic to it, nevertheless. For a few hours, everyone could throw their worries to the wind as Hawkins, Indiana began to feel less like a nowhere town and more like the top of the world. Lord knows Steve didnât mind the distraction.Â
âNot my scene,â Eddie settles on saying. The joint has found its way back into his hand.Â
âEveryoneâs got their escape,â Steve says. âYouâre just too evolved for this one.âÂ
Eddie snorts. âShut up.âÂ
âYet here you are in the flesh,â Steve continues, thinking as Eddie smokes. âYou should tell her how you feel.âÂ
Eddie coughs, lowering the joint from between his lips. âDude. Fuck.âÂ
Steve bites back a smirk as Eddie recovers, extending his hand for the joint. Eddie refuses, taking another drag out of spite, for himself or Steve he isnât sure. A distant swell of giggles makes multiple heads turn towards the back door, where you and Robin file outside. Thereâs an immediate flutter in Eddie's gut as he takes you in, your skirt flowing at your thighs. It takes him a second to realize you two are headed their way.Â
By the time you make it over, Eddie has straightened up. Meanwhile Steve remains unphased. âLadies,â Steve greets. Â
Robin wrinkles her glittery nose at him. âWhy werenât we invited out here?âÂ
Chuckling, he makes room for her on his chair and she plops down beside him. ââCause you hate the way weed makes you feel like youâre going insane.â He leans into her with each word until she pushes him away with a helpless laugh.
âItâs the principle,â she counters.Â
Eddie motions for you to join him and you smile as you take a seat beside him, bumping your shoulder against his in a gentle hello. When he offers you the joint, you shake your head. Steve reaches for it yet again, but Eddie pretends not to notice, taking another drag. A small smile pulls at your lips.Â
âActually, I think I will take a hit.â Eddie doesnât hesitate passing it to you.Â
Rather than indulging, you hand it to Steve, who laughs in victory. Eddie shakes his head, feigning betrayal in a way that earns a laugh out of you. Itâs a sweet, melodic sound. He tries to ignore the way your thigh feels pressed against his, but itâs in vain. Even the vanilla notes of your perfume manage to cloud his mind in the softest way. No matter where he was, if you were near, he would always be painfully aware of your presence.Â
It was your invitation that had driven him to this party in the first place. Although Steveâs invite came first, your insistence made him change his mind and say yes. Sweaty bodies and blaring music wasnât your ideal scene either, but you gave in from time to time and looked good doing so. Earlier that night, Eddie almost hadnât made it through Dancing In the Dark as you and Robin swayed and jumped around like you were alone in your room. There was something about the freeness of the way you moved that made it hard to look away.Â
âMunsonâs been meaning to tell you something,â Steve announces, looking straight at you.
Eddieâs heart drops into his stomach as he glares at Steve. Robin glances between the two of them, brows furrowed as amusement plays on her lips. You hug your arms as a cool breeze rolls through, but youâre more interested in what Eddie has to say than escaping the chill. In meeting your gaze, however, he silently begs you not to entertain the claim. It only piques your curiosity all the more.Â
âAre you gonna spill or what?â Robin prompts.
âThereâs nothing to spill,â Eddie insists, looking down to twist his skull ring.Â
Reaching over into his lap, you gingerly take his hand into yours to slip off that very ring. He doesnât pull away or argue, just watches as a helplessly warm feeling melts down his ribcage. His lips twitch upwards when you put it on your thumb because itâs the only finger big enough. Itâs warm from being against his own skin for so long. Robin and Steve share a brief, knowing look.
âSpeak now or forever hold your peace.â Thereâs hope woven within the lilt of your voice. Eddie chuckles, and you commit the breathy sound to memory as if youâll need it one day more than you do now.Â
Robin slaps her hands against her knees. âWell, itâs getting kinda chilly out here so Iâm gonna head back inside,â she says, rubbing her arms as she stands.Â
âDonât do anything I wouldnât do,â you tease.Â
âIâll stick to something tame like snooping around in Harringtonâs room,â she says as she turns to leave. Steve rolls his eyes.
A comfortable silence settles between the three of you. However, his brows eventually pinch together as he reconsiders Robinâs words. Taking one last drag, he passes the joint back to Eddie.  Â
âShe was joking, Steve,â you assure him, chuckling.Â
âNo she wasnât,â he worries as he stands to jog back into the house. Eddie snickers.Â
With a soft sigh, you lean back onto your hands, looking towards the sky as silence falls again. There are a few clouds visible in the light of the crescent moon, but the stars are everywhere. Like tiny shining freckles peppered against the face of the night. Part of you wonders if heâll talk now.Â
âWhat if the stars have been watching us back our entire lives?â you murmur.Â
Eddieâs brows pinch together as he looks over at you, chest rattling with a startled laugh. âThatâs something to think about.â His eyes are a bit glossier now. âDonât think Iâd mind if that were true.âÂ
You tilt your head, a smile budding on your face. âYou wouldnât mind billions of little eyes observing your day-to-day life?â you ask. âThatâs a pretty big audience.âÂ
A grin eases across his face, half playful, half cocky. âIâm a pretty interesting guy.â
You lift a teasing shoulder, feigning indifference. âYouâre alright.âÂ
Eddie laughs, but a weighted look flickers in his eyes as he studies you, catching the fondness you hadnât tried all that hard to hide. Even with the pleasant buzz beneath his skin and somewhat of a looser mind, he can see it clearly.Â
âHey,â you speak up again. Thereâs a new softness to your voice, something mischievous dancing around the edges. âWanna get outta here?âÂ
Eddie blinks like he canât quite believe youâve asked, but finds himself saying yes anyways.
â˘â˘â˘Â
Sitting in the passenger seat in his van, you realize you didnât think much further than this. The air smells like him in all the best ways. Pinewood and faint cigarette smoke. As the engine rumbles to life, you shift in your seat and peek over at him, your confidence a distant memory. The radio bursts to life as well, but he quickly reaches out to turn it down. You bite back a smile at the fact that his skull ring is missing from his finger because itâs on yours. Eddie settles in with a sigh, turning to you.Â
âSo,â he says, eyes sparkling and a little red under the glow of the street lights.Â
Thereâs an intensity to the warmth of his gaze. It drives you to hide your face in your hands. Which does nothing to make him disappear, if the way he exhales a chuckle is any indicator. âStop looking at me, I didnât think this far ahead.â Thereâs no real distress in your voice, only giddiness mixed with nerves.Â
âNow I feel like an idiot,â you whine.Â
âWell, youâre not.â He sounds more sincere than the moment calls for. âAnd I donât think Iâm gonna be able to stop looking at you, so I guess weâre both in a pickle.âÂ
âA pickle?â You snort, lowering your hands to meet his gaze. More laughter escapes you. Maybe itâs your body's way of not having to address the implication of his words.Â
Thereâs a flutter in his gut as he watches you. Itâs like old times, back when you were freshmen who stayed up too late laughing over the most ridiculous things. Except now, you were more than the girl who sat beside him in Biology because you thought it was cool he had a tattoo. Youâd grown into a friend, perhaps even more. As composure finds its way back to you, that truth weighs heavy in the small distance between you. Â
Eddie clears his throat. âWe could hang at mine for a bit. Wayneâs at work.â When you donât say anything, he bites the inside of his cheek. âItâs up to you.â Â
âSorry, yeah, that sounds good,â you breathe.Â
Eddie gears the van into drive, only to put it back in park with a heavy exhale. You blink when angles himself to look at you, opening his mouth a few times before speaking.Â
âThere is something I need to tell you,â he admits. âNo way in hell did I ever think weâd be friends, but youâre the raddest person Iâve ever met.â A lump forms in your throat as his words wash over you. âAnd youâre so pretty that sometimes I wonder how every guy in the world isnât giving you whatever you want all the time.âÂ
You can hear your heart in your ears as you say, âMaybe thatâs âcause thereâs only one guy I want in the world.âÂ
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A small sound of surprise rises up your throat when Eddie backs you against his bedroom door. His apology is hushed against your lips as he continues kissing you, hands gentle where they grip at your waist, feeling along your sides. Youâre warm all over as if youâre laid out before the sun, arms hooked around his neck. It hadnât occurred to him how much he wanted to kiss you until you looked at his alarm clock and realized that itâd probably be best if he drove you home. It was well past midnight. Time had escaped you as you talked and laughed.Â
When he does pull away, he studies your face like heâs looking for something. A few seconds pass, and he still doesnât know what for. Perhaps your smile as it shyly appears. You move your hands to cup his face, thumbs stroking his flushed cheeks. Youâve never been close enough to notice he has the faintest freckles over the bridge of his nose. It almost feels like youâre getting a glimpse at sacred markings youâre not supposed to see.Â
Eddie remembers to breathe when you peck his lips again, running your fingers through his hair. His breath is startled out of him, more like. Itâs a wonder his knees havenât buckled beneath him. He wants to kiss you again to see if thatâll finally knock him back down to earth, but instead he exhales the softest sigh over your lips, squeezing your hips to confirm youâre real. Heâs not expecting the sense of guilt that creeps up on him.Â
Your brows pinch together. âWhatâs wrong?âÂ
âNothing. I just⌠I havenât taken you on a date or bought you flowers.â He swallows. âI swear youâre worth all that, swear Iâm gonna.âÂ
You gently scratch his scalp. âThatâs nothing to worry yourself over.âÂ
Eddie shakes his head. âDonât want you to feel like Iâm just trying to come onto you,â he says. âI like you a lotââ Â
âIf itâs any consolation, Iâve been wanting to kiss you forever too.â Your voice sounds braver than you feel.Â
A smile breaks across his face as he rests his forehead against yours. âWell, thatâs maddening news.âÂ
Humming, you kiss him again, delicately running your tongue along his lips so he shivers. âWhere are we gonna go?â you breathe, clarifying when he makes a soft, confused sound, âFor our first date.â With the way you continue kissing him, he assumes you donât really want an answer, that youâre trying to drive him crazy on purpose.Â
His mind changes when you gently push his chest so he knows to pull away. He listens immediately, eyes dazed.Â
âMaybe the arcade,â you supply, toying with the hem of his shirt. âOr a picnic by the lake.â Your hands slip under his shirt, gracing the skin of his lower stomach, your touch sending a rush of heat through him faster than any high ever could.Â
Youâre not trying to be suggestive, itâs more exploratory. A shared thrill in finally being able to touch him how youâve wanted for so long. Eddieâs hands remain at your waist, grounding him even as he feels his resolve starting to slip.Â
As much as he wants to indulge a step further, maybe even several, he holds himself back. It might be old-fashioned, but he wants to do this right, do a bit of course correction. He can almost hear Uncle Wayneâs voice from those lazy afternoons of his younger years, talking about life and how to treat a lady.Â
âNext Friday,â he says, staring into your eyes intently. âItâll be nice. Iâll surprise you,â he promises, taking your hands in his, relishing their softness, their warmth. His skull ring is still on your thumb.Â
âReally?â Your smile is unabashed.Â
He nods, a grin creeping onto his face. âItâs a date.âÂ
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summary: eddie comes home from a long day at work to discover wayne has a pretty surprise for him includes: established!eddie x reader, wayne being the sweetest paternal figure, mumblings of a found family, wayne manifesting a daughter in law by years end warnings: afab reader, non descript
a/n: writing from the boys perspective is always way more fun. i have so many thoughts about wayne and eddie's relationship.
Eddie had intended to be home earlier, a far cry earlier than the 9:30 that blinked hazily on his vans dashboard as he pulled in before the trailer. He was meant to be home hours ago, hoping to enjoy a Friday night the way that a young person ought to â out with the people he loved. Instead he sat in his driver's seat, covered in oil and grime and god knows what else from under the hood of some deadbeat richman from the other side of town. The apprentice had fucked the repair of a rather pricey car, one that was to be picked up first thing monday, and Eddie didnât have it in him to let the little guy drown under the barrage of abuse from an intimidating customer.Â
So he stayed back, and now he was paying the price. Dinner would have been long over by now, and it was unlikely that Wayne was still home at such an hour. He usually had the night shift on this pay cycle, but Eddie couldnât tell one from another these days. The lights were still on, his indication that heâd gotten his weeks wrong.Â
Worn leather boots beat against the gravel as he trekked towards the door, hand running through the curls that hung low on his forehead; wild, in desperate need of a trim. He was spent, body weary and limp from the extra strain. He wanted to call his friends, to call you, to ask for good company, but he knew even now he was too tired to go anywhere.Â
The door was unlocked, so he slipped into the warmth of the trailer with an involuntary shiver, eyes blinking tiredly to spot the figure propped up on the couch. Wayne. Beer in hand, chin shadowed with stubble; Eddieâs hero, if anyone were to ever ask. The old man was his favourite person, whether he knew it or not.Â
Wayne gave a gruff smile, tilting his chin up at his nephew. âLong day, boy?âÂ
âYeah.â Eddie breathed, voice more gravelly than heâd realised. âGot stuck back, sorry I didnât call.âÂ
Wayne shrugged. âI figured, though thereâs a surprise in your room fâyou.âÂ
A surprise? Eddie couldnât possibly guess what. âYouâre joking.âÂ
Wayne simply smiled in response, shaking his head. âYou go have a look ân tell me if Iâm joking. Just be quiet about it.âÂ
Eddie gave a quizzical sort of look, boots resounding against the floorboards as he moved towards the room, a quick mumble from Wayne catching his attention again.Â
âQuieter than that.âÂ
Eddie scoffed, his demeanour still playful despite his disbelief. He took more careful steps this time, readjusting the band wrapped clumsily around his bound tresses, trying to alleviate the steadily subsiding headache from two hours ago. Wayne had never been much of a secret keeper, nor was he one for dramatics. He was a pragmatic, realistic, nonfrivolous sort of man, which made that excitable little sparkle in his uncleâs eyes all the more amusing. Wayne didnât play tricks, but Eddie couldnât help but feel he was walking into one.Â
With a slow turn of his door handle, Eddie eased the gap open, his eyes scanning the silent dark until his gaze settled upon the mountain of blankets upon his bed. There, buried under three blankets of comfort, was you. It might have been hard to tell under any other circumstances, but even half asleep and exhausted out of his mind, Eddie knew he could recognise your silhouette anywhere. He softened instantaneously, body slackening slightly under the slow wave of adoration that overcame him. You were here to see him. Talk about a surprise, he hadnât expected to see you today, and now he felt his ribs pressing in tightly together, chest constricting with a glad sort of giddiness.Â
He was gentle in closing the door again, his smile bemused at his now grinning uncle. âAnd howâd my girl end up in there, hm?âÂ
He toed off his boots, movements suddenly precise and careful under the presence of your company. Even through the closed door, he had no desire to rouse you just yet. Not until he was ready, clean and showered and shed of all other obligations, able to dedicate himself to your company.Â
âShe came by at 5,â Wayne explained, turning down the quiet shout of the television set with a well worn remote, âthought youâd be home soon, wanted to surprise you. I told her she was welcome tâwait, thinkinâ youâd be round earlier. But yâwerenât, so we had some dinner.âÂ
Wayne paused, nudging his chin towards the fridge, which Eddie took to mean there was leftovers waiting for him inside. He began rustling through, finding what was left of a roast and vegetables wrapped up neatly in foil. It was a little more extravagant than he had expected, and Eddie chalked that up to your aid in the kitchen. He could see the container of biscuits on the counter, too, with little hearts and flowers piped onto the tops. Pinks and blues and reds and whites, this wasnât a house for sweets and softness, though Eddie welcomed your charms in any way he could get them. He sat at the table to feast, unbothered to even reheat the feast.Â
Wayne continued on. âThought she might go lookinâ for yâ, but we got aâtalking. Sheâs a real sweet thing, yâknow, made a real effort to chat. Even offered to sit down ân watch a game with me, thought I didnât have the heart tâput her through it. Ended up watchinâ some Antiques Roadshow thinkinâ sheâd like it better; you ever seen me watchinâ that before? I ainât never had much care, but we had good fun.â
âNo shit!â Eddie piped up, astounded by the softened edges of his Uncle. Youâd charmed him, he thought, with your curious questions and kind smiles. For Wayne to sit down and talk to anyone was a miracle, one that only an angel could perform. His Angel.Â
âWe got guessinâ and everythinâ.â Wayne added, wiping roughly at his smile. âSeemed tired, though, so I told her to crash in your room. Sheâs been out maybe half an hour.âÂ
Astounded was an understatement. Eddie had brought girls home before he met you, though none had bothered to exchange more than polite pleasantries with his Uncle. Heâd never been serious about them, so heâd never thought much of it, and then came you. Three months into this new connection, a relationship born of spring flowers and whisky nights and loud music and soft touches. Eddie had never been serious until now, until you, and now he couldnât picture being anything else but.Â
He was glowing, beaming from ear to ear. âSo you like her, then?â He was so hopeful in his question, a sincerity Wayne only ever saw reserved for the most heartfelt of Eddieâs dreamings.Â
âI do.â Wayne announced, washing down his contentment with another swig of his beer. âI hope yâre serious âbout her, sheâs real soft on you, and I think sheâs a good one. Seems to make you happy enough, you ainât mopinâ nearly so much these days.âÂ
Eddie rolled his eyes, groaning with faux annoyance, rolling foil into a tiny ball to toss across the room, missing Wayne by a good foot of space. âI donât mope.âÂ
âI donât mope my ass, kid, you mope plenty. Just not anymore.â He was laughing now, worn lines creasing at the corners of his eyes. âI said she should come back fâdinner another night, we can all eat together. She was tellinâ me âbout this story she was readinâ, and Iâll be damned if I donât know how it ends.âÂ
Eddie knew how this story ended; it ended with you. It began with you, too. It was all you, he couldnât see any other ending for him.Â
âYeah, that sounds good, old man.â He was doing his best to stomach the meal, but his words were caught around hastily eaten mouthfuls half chewed and uneasy to swallow. Heâd give himself heartburn if he wasnât careful, and it would have been worth it.Â
Eddie took a moment to pause, swallowing thickly, belching unceremoniously in a way he was glad you weren't there to witness. âI am serious, yâknow, about her. Real serious. I got a good feeling.âÂ
âYeah?â Wayne questioned, sinking back into the sofa.Â
âYeah. She could be the one; ainât that somethinâ? I always thought it was bull when people said you just know, butâŚâ he laughed with astonishment, âI think I just know.âÂ
âWell shit,â Wayne exclaimed, clearing his throat, âthatâs real good, Edâs. You just be good and treat her nice. Be a gentleman.âÂ
Eddie wasnât too sure he knew how to be a gentleman, but somehow, he knew you liked him all the same. He didnât need to be anything but himself around you, and that was a one in a billion kind of feeling,
He was quick in his cleaning, fumbling around the kitchen to pack away a still soaking plate, his mind skating over the plastic drying rack by the sink entirely. âIâm beinâ good, I swear.âÂ
âBullshit.â Wayne teased, shaking his head. He braced himself on his knees, slowly rising to his feet with a groan. âIâm goinâ to bed. Tell her sheâs welcome to stay whenever she likes, okay? Show her where the spare key is.âÂ
âI will.â Eddie nodded, barely able to fight his slow building excitement. He could feel himself getting restless, hands flexing just at the thought of holding you. âGânight, Wayne.âÂ
âGânight son.â He echoed back, disappearing into the quiet of his own room.Â
Eddie made sure to lock up on his way, switching off the tv and lights as his own sort of wind down ritual. Theyâd be on all night if he wasnât careful, and heâd spied the last bill long enough to have a mind for the electricity now. Besides, he needed to be calm when he woke you. Heâd half frightened you to death last time he came barrelling in.Â
Once again, he retreated towards his room, slipping into the dark like a shadow of the night, slowly shucking his way out of his overalls to kick to the side of the room. He didnât mind staining his sheets with oil, but not you; you were something worth caring for. He knew he should have showered, but the sweat on his skin could hardly deter him from the need he had to be close to you, to ease away the troubles of his way with the balm of your skin against his, your whispers ringing in his head.Â
He fumbled his way to the edge of the mattress, your sleeping body facing away from him to the back wall of the room. He peered a little closer into the darkness, a sliver of moonlight cascading across the bare curve of your shoulder, arm wrapped around something small, something fuzzyâŚ
âWell shit, Ted, whatâre you doing in here?â Eddie hadnât thought to consider where the ragdoll cat had scampered off to. Teddy had been adopted only a few weeks after Eddie came to live with Wayne, his Uncleâs way of easing the boy into this entirely new world together. Teddy had been his childhood companion, and by the way he was burrowed into the pudge of your stomach, purring louder than a car engine, Eddie could see youâd won him over too.Â
The cat barely stirred, rather giving him a grumbled sort of chirp at being disturbed, before wriggling his way further under the blankets. You, however, made the softest of whining noises that left Eddieâs heart near strangling in his chest. He lifted a ring clad hand to that moonlight shoulder, brushing callouses across the line of freckles that dusted your skin, watching as your eyes began to flutter open, head turning slightly to face him.Â
âEddie!â No one in the world had ever been so enthusiastic to see him before, not one. His name wasnât the kind to roll off the tongue, to be begged for or shouted out or held tenderly on someone's lips. Never before, but the way your mouth wrapped around the letters seemed to change the word entirely. Nothing had ever sounded so tender, so wanting, so pleased. You were always pleased to see him, a feeling he never had to doubt when he could see it so plainly reflected in your irises.Â
âHoney.â He cooed back, tugging up the corner of the bedsheets to slip beneath them, curving his body to fit the shape of your own, nudging his knee between your two just to feel your skin pressed against his own in every possible way. The hair on his body was just as wild as the hair on his head, but nothing felt like home to him more than the brush of your skin to the mess of his. âFancy seeing you here.âÂ
You exhaled a lengthy yawn, muffling the sound into his pillow with a hum. Your hair, once styled, now seemed mussed and flattened under the weight of your head. His bed linens were already tattooing precious creases into sleep warmed skin. You were too beautiful for him to even comprehend.Â
You turned in his arms, careful not to disrupt the grumbling cat beside you despite your eagerness. He felt arms press their way around him, your nose nuzzling at his chin. âWayne let me in. I hope thatâs okay.âÂ
Literally nothing else could have been more okay in his mind. It was perfect. This was perfect; coming home to you. âCome by anytime, baby. Iâm just sorry I wasnât back sooner. I made you wait.âÂ
You shook your head. âI didnât mind. Wayneâs really cool. He kept me company.â
âSo I heard.â His voice was edged with an air of amusement, his hand lifting to brush back the strands of hair falling across your face, leaving his palm to cup at the plush of your cheek, his eyes admiring even in the dark. âAntiques Roadshow?â
You let out a giggle. âWe panicked! I was trying to make a good impression, and he suggested it so I thought why not. Honestly it was pretty fun, I could totally watch another episode.âÂ
âMm.â His lips met the button of your nose dotingly, his voice slackening to a syrupy smoothness. âHeâs impressed, Iâm impressed; youâve got us Munson men wrapped around your pretty little finger. Even Teddyâs on your side.âÂ
âI do not!â You chided, helpless against his onslaught of affection. He left you preening and giddy, a little lightheaded when he loved on you like this, and Eddie never had any intention of stopping. âTeddy just wanted a cuddle.â
âHim and me both.â Eddie asserted, snaking his other arm beneath the arch of your waist, wrapping around the small of your back to tug you in further, his smile resoundingly bright at the way you hummed happily. âWeâre not too young to be asleep by 10, are we?âÂ
The way you eased into the very fabric of him, your bodies so close and so connected, wrapped tightly in the warmth of his room, was enough assurance to him that you were just as content here as he was. âNo. Iâm not leaving this spot. You just got home, and Iâm all sleepy, and Tedâs gonna get mad if we move.âÂ
Ted chirped an affirmative sound, leaving Eddie to rasp a laugh. âWell we canât make Teddy mad, can we. Gotta stay here all night with my girl.âÂ
You chuckled softly in turn, your voice quieting under the weight of exhaustion. âI was meant to keep you company, but Iâm so sleepy.â Another yawn parted your plush lips, leaving Eddie with no choice but to press his own to the corner once they came back together again.Â
âYou are keepinâ me company. Think Iâll sleep a bunch better with you keepinâ me warm. Iâll take you on a date tomorrow, hm? After a big sleep in?âÂ
âYouâre so sexy when you talk like that.â You mumbled, your lashes fluttering shut to rest against your cheeks. âIâd kiss you stupid if I could move.âÂ
Besotted was not a strong enough word for what Eddie felt in that moment, but he was overwhelmed with the urge to litter a smattering of kisses from the edge of your cheekbone to the corners of your forehead, each one softer than the last, lulling you into that sweet place of slumber you were already drifting towards.Â
âKiss me stupid tomorrow. Sleep, sweetheart.â You didnât need to be told twice. Within moments, Eddie watched the light in your flicker to a dim, pale glow, your breathing evening out to something unhurried. Peaceful. It didnât matter to him that he had only had those brief moments with you tonight. Five minutes with you was enough to chase away all the strife of a day otherwise written off in his mind. And that was what his life had been missing, after all. Someone who made going to sleep at 10pm look like the greatest moment of his life. He wanted to keep you to himself, a greedy kind of possessiveness stirring in his gut, for as long as he was able, knowing full well that less than twelve hours from now, Wayne would without a doubt be waiting to make you both breakfast on his morning off.Â
Like he said, you had all the Munson boys charmed.
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