#eddie munson x you

[andvys]

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

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

⭐︎ Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

⭐︎ Word count: 20.4k

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

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

⭐︎ the library

divider made by @cafekitsune

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

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

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

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

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

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

You always know how to break him. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You sure?” 

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

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

“Mmmh.” 

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

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

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

Do you even know the power you hold over him? 

Do you even understand what you do to him? 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mhmm sure you did, Eddie.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Goddamn.” 

You will be the death of him.

-

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

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

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

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

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

Everybody knows it, everybody but you. 

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

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

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

What happens then? 

What happens if it drives you away? 

What happens if he loses you? 

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

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

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

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

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

“Pasta?”

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

Eddie chuckles, “wow that was horrible.” 

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

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

“Since when do we put cucumber in pasta?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So, how can I help?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah? What’d you pick?” 

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

“I gotta get the rest of the food–”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your giggle makes his smile widen. 

“Alright.”

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

“That’s Steve’s pasta,” you chuckle. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You. 

He always looks at you. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I wouldn’t call it that.”

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

“Oh, then what would you call it?”

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

“Housewife.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Would that be so bad?” 

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

Would that be bad?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, sir.”

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

“Good girl.” 

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

Good girl. 

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

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

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

“Oh my god,” you whisper to yourself. 

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

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

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

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

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

You are so fucked. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh?”

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

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

“Yeah, he does,” Eddie chuckles. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

God, he really wants to kiss you so bad. 

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

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

Almost perfect. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Do you even know what you are doing to him? 

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

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

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

“I am just a man, leave me alone…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But what is this to you? 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Because I’m trying to hold back.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“All for you, baby.” 

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

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

“Eddie–”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck baby, you’re soaked.”

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

His cock twitches at your words, stomach tensing up. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“N-No! Not t-this good!” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

God, he is beautiful. 

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

“F-Fuck, sweetheart.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh my god,” you whisper. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please, please, please!” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re a dork.”

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

You nod happily, eyes flashing with happiness. 

“Mhmm, you’re mine, all mine.”

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

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

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

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

“You want more?” 

You nod, “yes… more, please!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

“Uh… yeah.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’d buy a new couch too–”

“Eddie!” 

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

“I hope you used protection, at least.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“They’re somewhere else.” 

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

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

Steve shakes his head, sighing. 

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

[edward-munson]

bring me to life | E.M.

Summary: Eddie has had many dark days in his life. Until he meets you. Until he starts sharing his days with you– filled with late-night drives, shared smoke sessions, and laughter that feels like safety.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x f!Reader

Warnings: Smut (protected p in v), oral, mentions of drug use, hurt/comfort, fluff

Word count: 10.2k

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Eddie had only set his eyes on you once. When he put on a show at the cafeteria in front of the entire school. When Jason Carver called him a freak, you couldn’t help but snort at Eddie's demeanor. Your reaction made him snap his head directly at you with a sly smile. You've never exchanged glances after that.

He likes to sit on the bench in the middle of the woods, where he usually gets to sell his shit. It's his spot for that, no one ever goes there unless it's for buying. At least that's what he always told himself. It's just him and the trees, this time. The weather is slicing cold. Whenever he breathes, the fog leaves his mouth dramatically. He's looking at his lunchbox, his trembling fingers tapping incessantly against it.

He doesn't want to use it. He swore to himself he would never try anything else rather than weed. He's done it before and it didn't feel good. Well, he wasn't supposed to mix drugs with alcohol, but he was too overwhelmed that week and he needed to cool off. His friend offered him LSD and he didn't deny it at the moment.

Eddie never used it again. He preferred weed. But now, everything else just feels irrelevant. He's almost failing school again, the town thinks he's a major freak. Not only just a freak, a cult Satanist who apparently likes to summon demons or whatever the fuck that's supposed to mean. His name is stained. People look at him weird. Chrissy doesn't even acknowledge him anymore, even though they had dated in the past. It's been only a year. Now she's dating Jason. He huffs– of course. They're perfect for each other.

He opens the lunchbox and picks up the plastic bag. It's ketamine. He knows he's not supposed to overtake it. He knows only a small amount is enough to get him to feel numb. It's the numbness that makes him get through the days. His friends, Jeff and Gareth, have no idea what goes on in his head. He never tells them. Eddie never tells Wayne. Or Dustin. He doesn't think it's going to make any difference anyway.

His hands still shake as he raises the plastic bag and looks at the Special K. He only ever sells it. He's never even tried it. Eddie knows it's easier and faster to kick in if he injects it, but he would rather just snort it. He licks his lips, feeling his blood rushing and his heart racing.

He just wants to feel peaceful. He just wants the numbness.

Until his thoughts are interrupted by a rustling sound among the trees. You suddenly appear, but you don't see him right away. He hurriedly shoves the plastic bag into the lunchbox and closes it, trying to nonchalantly pretend he wasn't about to take Special K. You're wearing headphones, holding a book in your hands, completely unaware of your surroundings.

Eddie watches you carefully, amused to see the way you're so distracted that you still don't notice he's sitting right across from where you take a seat. He doesn't say anything at first, but he doesn't want to scare you, so he wiggles his fingers in front of you. You're startled at first, quickly pulling your headphones off and placing your book over the table.

"Jesus, you scared me."

He huffs a small laugh "Sorry, didn't mean that."

You close the book and pause the tape in your walkman, glancing up at him.

"You okay?"

There's something about him that is intriguing. He seems too loud, too smooth and too confident at school. The moment he leaves the door, he's a whole different person. You have never talked, but you have noticed it before. The way he tries to avoid social interaction even with his friends. The way he seems to always be too distant, always smoking a cigarette looking into nothing.

He shrugs. It's a lie of a shrug. Nothing about him is okay. You look at him for a long time, eyes narrowing a little like you're trying to read a language he doesn't speak anymore.

"You're not" You point it out.

"I didn't know anyone would be out here. I come here when I want to be alone" You say a little shyly.

"Same" He says in a low, rough voice.

You nod, as if you understand it. You pull the sleeves of your hoodie in discomfort, like you're trying not to feel awkward.

"Want me to leave?" You ask, trying not to stare into him for too long.

He opens his mouth and then closes it.

"No, stay" He mutters.

You nod again, and silence fills the air. It stretches for several minutes, you don't know exactly what to say and he's not in the mood to talk. Even though he tries to make sense in his head why the hell you are still sitting here, even though you asked if he wanted you to leave. You were never like the other people who glare at him. You don't judge him or look at him differently, even though you don't know each other well. You're genuine, and you don’t see him as broken.

You don't know what he carries in the lunchbox, but he seems to be staring at it so intently that it makes you wonder just why the hell he's doing that. You don't ask him, though. But somehow, for the first time, he doesn't feel numb. He feels seen.

You offer him to listen to the music in your walkman, he shades your music taste and you start an argument about it. It's not a fight, it's just a conversation. It makes him get so distracted that he forgets what he was supposed to do minutes before you got there. He laughs when you say things so naturally. Eddie looks so much more like the person you see at school, even though you know people don't actually like him.

Eddie left the woods with you on his side, he offered you a ride to your house, a place you share with Robin. You invited him for dinner because you knew he was having a hard moment before you stumbled upon him, but he denied it. You had offered him to have dinner with you too many times, you tried to convince him it was fine, that Robin wouldn't mind. He didn't want to. He didn't feel welcome.

He started inviting you to smoke weed with him in his bedroom instead of spending his time alone. At first, he's kind of nervous to have someone else inside of his personal space, but he wanted company. He wanted you to make him company. It was the first time you were actually witnessing him having fun after so long.

He glances up at you with a crooked little smirk "You ever smoked before?"

You raise an eyebrow at his question "What kind of question is that?"

He shrugs "An honest one. Could go either way with you."

You toss a Froot Loop at him. It bounces off his chest and he catches it midair with his mouth, triumphantly.

"Well?" He coaxes.

You hesitate just a second too long "A few times. Nothing major."

He grins as if that was the answer he'd been waiting for and reaches under his bed to get a wooden box that looks too beat up, with Metallica sticks that are faded and almost peeled off at the sides "Wanna get a little high with me?"

You chew on a rainbow-colored loop thoughtfully, then nod "Yeah. Okay."

"Cool." He says it casually. 

But there's a flicker of something else behind his eyes. Excitement, maybe. Nervousness, definitely. You shift on the bed, bouncing your feet as you watch him roll the joint slowly, with a care you didn't expect, the tip of his tongue peeking out between his lips while he focuses.

"You do this a lot?" You ask.

"Not as much lately" He licks the paper to seal it, and the action suddenly makes your stomach flutter "But… sometimes. When the noise gets too loud upstairs."

He is referring to thoughts in his mind, and you understand what that means. And the only way to make it easier is to read a book in the middle of the woods. Or to spend time with Steve.

Shit, Steve. You were supposed to meet him earlier that day and you completely forgot about it. You wince when you think about him, about the way he must have been worried at first, and then probably mad after calling your place and finding out you were not there.

He lights it and takes a slow drag, then hands it to you without ceremony. You take it between your fingers, inhale cautiously, feel the slow warmth spread down into your chest. It's smoother than you expected. Softer.

"See? "You're a natural" He says with a grin while watching the smoke leave your lips.

You exhale toward the ceiling and give him a lazy smile "I think I'm just trying to impress you."

He laughs and leans his head back against the dresser with a satisfied sigh "Shit. You already do."

There's a long silence after that, but not awkward. It's quiet, intimate. The kind of silence that makes everything else fade out, like the hum of the fridge down the hall. He feels weird after saying something like that out loud, and curses himself for talking too much. 

You take another hit and pass it back, his fingers brush against yours.

"Y'know, you being here... it's kinda weird" He says as smoke curls out of his mouth.

You glance down at him, surprised. "Weird how?"

He shrugs, his eyes moving to follow the trace of smoke "Just– I don't usually hang out with people like this. In here. It's my little cave, you know? Most people don't stick around long enough to see it."

You look around his messy room, his bed is unmade, there are faded posters on the wall and too many guitar picks spread on his night stand. Somehow, you're glad they weren't condoms.

"I like it here" You say honestly.

His eyes flick to yours and his brows crease "Yeah?"

You nod "It's… you."

He looks away again, suddenly shy, and hands you the joint "Be careful. Say things like that and I might start thinking you mean it."

"I do mean it" You say quietly, taking another drag. "I'm not here out of pity, Munson."

He grins without looking at you after a beat of a moment passed "Yeah, well. You'd have to pity yourself too, being seen in this disaster zone."

You laugh, curling up tighter on the bed, starting to feel the high settling inside of you "You're not that much of a disaster."

"Oh, I absolutely am" He says as he climbs the bed and dramatically flops down beside you with a sigh "I'm a walking tornado of long hair, bad decisions, and emotional damage."

You nudge him with your knee "You forgot 'kind of sweet sometimes when you're not looking.'"

He goes quiet at that. Eddie turns his head on the pillow to look at you, a soft look in his eyes "You think I'm sweet?"

"You say that like it's something impossible" You reply.

He stares at you for a second like he's not sure what to do with that. Then he looks up at the ceiling "Shit. I'm so high right now."

You laugh, and the sound makes his eyes flick back to you again, like he can't help it. He reaches out, like instinct, and gently tugs on the hem of your sleeve.

"Thanks for being here tonight" He says a little quieter.

You nudge your foot against his "Thanks for asking me."

You just lie there, even though the joint is nearly burned out, just side by side. Not touching, but close enough to feel each other's warmth in that moment. He keeps looking at you from the corner of his eye. 

And you pretend not to notice.

You really needed to have a conversation with Steve at this point. You've been turning down every invitation to go out with him. Either it was something you had to do, or simply because you wanted to stay with Eddie instead. But it wasn't fair to him, even though you didn't have anything serious going on. You slowly became distant, like you were avoiding him, and he started to notice the way you kept giving him excuses. 

And you didn't know why, you didn't know how. It felt like a magnet kept pulling you back to Eddie.

You get inside Benny's, sliding into the booth across from Steve at the same spot you've always been to. The sunset crosses the table and catches the rims of his sunglasses, as he pushes them up into his hair. He's already got your order waiting, the same as always. That used to mean something. At least to him. 

You sit down and smile at him and he does the same. Although, there's something different about the way his lips curl and it makes your stomach flinch. 

"Hey, you made it" He says gently and you nod. 

"I did" You pick the fries and dip them in your favorite sauce. 

"So, how's Eddie?" His voice is light, somehow. 

You blink "Eddie?"

"Yeah" He leans back in the booth, arms crossed, but not in a mean way. He just seems closed off "The guy you've been with every day for the last, I don't know, three weeks?"

Your heart does that uncomfortable flip with guilt, mostly. But also something else, something you're not sure how to name yet.

"I didn't realize it was that obvious" You murmur.

Suddenly the fries didn't seem very appetizing for you anymore. 

Steve just gives you a half-smile "You forgot to meet me the other night. Remember?"

Your stomach turns again.

"Oh god. Steve, I'm so sorry. I completely spaced, I thought it was next Thursday."

You didn't space, you were getting high with Eddie that day. Or maybe you did space a little bit.

You cover your mouth with your hand and sigh. 

"Shit. That's not like me. I didn't mean to–"

"I know you didn't. I know" He says quickly. 

You look at each other as silence between you sharpens, as he looks down at his own dish for a moment. 

"I'm sorry I've been a shitty friend" You reach out for his hand and Steve glances up at you with a small smile on his face.

"Yeah you were, a little bit" You scoff and swat his hand away, ripping a chuckle from his mouth. 

"I'm gonna have to make it up to you, don't I?" 

He tilts his head, rubbing his chin theatrically. You roll your eyes "Yeah, pretty much. But don't worry, I won't be mean."

You both chuckle as you look at each other for a moment. He reaches for your hand again and you take his hand, your fingers grazing his skin. The softness of his hand has always been one of your favorite things about him. It made you feel wanted, it made you feel safe. But maybe it could still make you feel safe, even if not in the same way as before. 

"So, Eddie…" He drags, stealing a few fries from your plate. 

"What about him?" 

"You two are pretty close" He says nonchalantly, like he can see there's more to it than you'd ever admit.

"He's a good friend, it's nice to have someone as crazy as he is around" Your voice almost – almost – sounds like syrup. Like it gives off something more. 

Steve hums and starts bombing you with questions about Eddie, your friendship, your small encounters in the woods. Where you listen to music, where Eddie spends his time judging your music taste all the time. 

He listens to you ramble and notices the way your eyes sparkle with affection when you talk about the metalhead.

You get a ride back home with him, you wish you could invite him inside and stay with him for the rest of the night. But it didn't feel right anymore. Something inside of you kept screaming back saying that it wasn't what you really wanted. Not with him, at least. So you give him a kiss, the last one. It makes his stomach flutter and his heart race, but he knows it's temporary. He knows it's not what you really want. 

Steve knows he's not the one you want to kiss, and he also knows this was never meant to be something. 

That day, you were all invited to Reefer Rick's house party. Eddie picked Robin and you, told you to stay with him at all times and demanded you don't take any drugs from anyone. You both nodded, giggling at the mother-like figure, amused. You spent the whole night together, drinking and smoking his weed.

He had never felt more alive before. He missed his friends, he missed playing in the band. He had distanced himself because he didn't feel like himself anymore. It only happened because of you. Because you showed up before he made a decision that would change his entire life.

You're lying on the grass, chatting, laughing and making jokes that don't make sense. Whenever Rick showed up offering something different you would make a fuss about it and mock Eddie for telling you to not accept drugs from strangers. A few things changed that day. You had become closer, he and Robin became best friends.

He had finally gotten to know Steve, realizing the former jock wasn't a douchebag anymore. He was kinda nice, and funny. He was really close to the teens and that seemed to have made a difference.

It was the first time he actually got inside your house. He slept on the couch, woke up early– before you two. Made you breakfast, watered your plants. Eddie made you listen to the radio he usually likes to listen to. He made fun of yours and Robin's music taste. He even forgot he was hungover from drinking and smoking weed. Things seemed to have been pretty decent for him, he forgot why he was so upset in the first place.

But you noticed that crack between reality and fantasy he had suddenly created after you started hanging out. You noticed the subtle change of humor out of nowhere, the way his eyes would momentarily flick from happiness to sadness when no one was looking. You wanted to pull him aside and actually ask him how he was feeling, what was intriguing him.

You know he's not exactly the town's favorite person, you know people liked to scrutinize him in order to see if he was actually a devil worshiper. He's fucking far from that.

You would see the way Eddie would drop his gaze every time he and Steve were together. Like he was less important, like he wasn't worth being a friend. As if he was the outcast who people pitied. He didn't wear fancy clothes or colognes, he didn't have expensive cars. He didn't have a beautiful face and a good reputation. He wasn't a girl's magnet, and god– he had never wanted that anyway.

But you would never notice the way he looked at you when you smiled or laughed. Or when you made him breakfast or dinner. Or when you made stupid jokes just to make him laugh. The way he called you "sweetie" all the time for a reason, and maybe he knew he would never actually have you more than just a friend.

He couldn't stop looking at you. At school, he had to ground himself, otherwise he would spend the entire break in the cafeteria just gawking at you. He did it like a fucking hawk. When you would leave school with Steve or Robin, he would wonder what you were doing that day. Whenever you spent the days apart from him, he just stared into his bedroom wall thinking what it would be like to just sleep you.

And he means sleep, not sex. Obviously, he wanted to have sex with you, he's miserably in love with you and it hasn't even been that long since you've actually met each other properly. He's head over heels for you and he feels lame for that.

Because why on Earth someone just like you, would want to have anything to do with him?

The answer he doesn't know is: everything. Your eyes would always look for him at school. You would always check if his van was parked, even thought he'd told you Wayne also uses it every once in a while. You keep checking the woods, and when you see him sitting on that bench, your heart would start racing.

It was ridiculous. It felt like you were 12 years old. It felt like you had never been there before. And you did, once. It wasn't the greatest thing to ever happen to you though, but you had been in love before. Probably not like that.

You didn't know, but this one was ravishing. If you two weren't together, it was like the world just didn't function.

And when Eddie sees you with Steve? God, he just wished the ground beneath his feet would just open and swallow him. He got nothing compared to the former jock. Nothing.

Little did he know, you weren't sleeping with Steve anymore.

You were helping him wash his van. It was a spring afternoon, the sun was burning upon your heads. He didn't put on sunscreen and you know he was going to get sunburned, he was just too stubborn.

"Lift the hose a little more, so I can get the dust off" He asked, stepping onto a plastic chair.

He was wearing only shorts, and his body was covered in tattoos that stretched from his neck down to his waist, even across his stomach. You had rarely seen him shirtless before, and it made you feel flushed. Your cheeks burned, but you weren't sure if it was from the sun. 

As he scrubbed the top of his van, you held the hose up.

"Sweetie" He says, pulling you out of your thoughts "You're almost soaking me!"

You look at him as water sprays from the hose, nearly drenching him. You giggle and splash water into his face with your arm. He scoffs, quickly steps down from the chair, covers his face, and drops the sponge he was using.

"You menace... You're gonna regret that!" His tone is playful and you laugh at him, your hand moving to cover him with water again "You're lucky it's hot!"

He steps toward you and you squeal when he wraps his arms around your waist.

"Eddie, no! Eddie–" He easily pulls the hose out of your hand and soaks you. You feel the goosebumps from the coldness, but it feels refreshing to be wet.

You try to snatch the hose from his hand, but he's stronger than you. The more you attempt to rip it out of his grasp, the more he holds you. Water sprays wildly as you both tumble slightly off-balance, landing in a puddle of water.

His arms wrap around you instinctively to keep you steady, and when the laughing starts to die down, he notices he's still holding you. Still flushed from the sun, from the chase, from something else that hasn't been said yet. He doesn't let you go. He doesn't want to let you go.

Eddie locks his eyes on your lips, it lingers there. He swallows harshly, feeling his heart thumping against his chest, his ears ringing. He hesitates, like he always does when something matters. He doesn't want to ruin things between you, he doesn't want to lose you. You're the only good thing that happened in his life. Well, Robin too. And maybe Steve. But you, you're different.

His fingers tighten ever so slightly on your waist, his breathing is shaky, but he doesn't move. As if he's afraid of messing it up, as though kissing you might burn him. But you do it first. You don't overthink it, you lean in and press your lips against his. Slowly and gently. His breath catches in his throat and he holds back the urge to grunt, he doesn't want to sound greedy. 

And then he melts into it. His hand slides up to your back, into your wet hair, and his mouth moves against yours like he's been waiting a thousand lifetimes for this. He kisses you like you're both made of glass, careful to not break the moment. You have to pull back to catch your breath and he's staring at you like you just remade him entirely. Like he's in another universe.

"Holy shit" He whispers, ripping a giggle out of you.

"Yeah."

You look into each other like the rest of the world doesn't matter. But the hose splashes water across both your feet and you laugh, leaning your forehead against his. You feel the way he squeezes your waist like he doesn't want to let go of you, not yet.

Eddie pulls his van up on your driveway and kills the engine. His fingers grip the wheel a little too tight for his liking, because he doesn't want to let go of you, not yet. He's afraid that, if he does, you won't ever come back. And he doesn't want you to slip away from him.

His jaw tightens and his lips press together firmly. You unbuckle the seatbelt and turn over to look at him.

Your shirt is still clinging to your back, damp from the hose, and your hair is a mess. Eddie's fingers drum against the steering wheel like he's trying to keep himself calm.

You look at him and he's already looking at you.

There's a faint blush on his cheeks, the kind that doesn't match the usual bravado he carries around. His curls are still damp, one of them is stuck to his jaw. He looks half-boy, half-wrecked, like that kiss cracked something open he's not ready to put into words yet.

"You want me to walk you to the door?" He asks quietly, wincing at the question immediately.

What kind of question is that? You don't ask someone, you just do. He thinks.

You smile "You trying to be a gentleman now?"

He shrugs bashfully "Maybe I just want a reason to stay longer."

The sentence sits in the air between you. It's soft, but heavy at the same time. Your stomach keeps fluttering at the sight in front of you.

"I don't have to go in yet" You say simply.

He looks up at you, surprised. Then his whole face softens, like you just gave him the answer he needed.

"Okay. Cool. Yeah. Okay" He breathes and you chuckle at his nervousness.

You sit there like that, just… being. Your left hand rests on his bare knee and he hesitates. Should he take your hand between his and just leave it there?

"Can I ask you something?" He says suddenly.

You nod.

"Did you want to kiss me before I kissed you?"

"I kissed you" You correct, smiling.

He grins, looking down "Right, that. You know what I mean."

You squeeze his hand gently and he seems more flushed than before "Yeah, I did."

He glances at you through his lashes, something flickering in his eyes, something that's not just attraction. Something deeper. Something like relief.

"Good. That's good" He gives you a soft, but timid smile.

You both just stay quiet again. The sun starts dipping into the horizon, behind the tress, casting an orange glow in the sky. Eddie eyes you a little nervously, before scooting closer to you. Your legs both separated by the gear shift knob. You tilt your head and purse your lips, anticipation bubbling inside of you for what's about to happen again.

He lifts his hand and cradles your face, smacking your lips together a little too tenderly. When his lips part, yours follow, and your tongues meet in a soft sweep. It's tender and intimate this time, it's the kind of kiss that makes your heart squeeze and your lungs forget what air is like. His fingers tighten slightly along your jaw, digging into your skin.

He exhales into your mouth, a quiet sound that sends goosebumps trailing down your spine. You shift a little closer, and your knee brushes his.

He pulls back just a breath away, his lips still hovering over yours.

You can still taste the bubblegum he had earlier, right after having lunch. His breath hits your skin and it's like you're frozen in time. Eddie, on the other hand, seems frazzled. As if his mind had been working to funcion ever since he noticed his feelings for you.

He walked you to your door, kissed you again, waited until you locked it and walked to his van. It took him a couple of minutes until his soul came back to his body and he finally took in what just happened. He drove back to his trailer with a smile on his lips that wouldn't slip away, his cheeks started to cramp.

That night, he laid in bed and close his eyes. He saw flashes of the day he spent with you like a movie. His skin shivered at the thought of you under him in his frontyard, all soaked and smiling. Your face a little sunburned. At the thought of your lips against his in a wet kiss.

He groaned and shoved the pillow against his face. He was fucked up, he knew that.

~•°☆

He suddenly became absent. After your kiss, at least. You wouldn't see him that much around at school, and when you walked to the spot in the woods, he wouldn't be there. Jeff and Gareth were seeing him less and less as well, and it left you wondering what could've happened. You didn't feel intimate, for some reason, to ask him what was happening. Steve said he hadn't seen his friend either, and neither did Dustin.

Eddie didn't want to tell anyone how bad he had been feeling. He didn't own anyone explanations of his whereabouts. Something inside of him just bloomed when he saw how close you and Steve were. How he would hover around you during class breaks, how you would crack at whatever the fuck he'd be telling you.

He felt as though he'd been used. Like you felt sorry he probably had only kissed one girl in his life.

You started to feel worried about him, about his well-being. It didn't take you more than a week to finally follow him when you saw him leaving school. He wasn't driving that day, so you tried to hurry your way up to his trailer and actually wait for him. You had met Wayne before- he liked you, he wouldn't mind if you waited there. He knew Eddie can be quiet and often shut everyone out.

You waited for him. You've waited for several hours, you had to tell Robin where you were because it was getting too late. Wayne had to leave for work, it was already 1 a.m. when he left. Eddie arrived an hour later. You were glad he wasn't driving, because he was drunk. He tripped over the steps of the trailer before getting in, not seeing you first until you almost gave him a heart attack from your yelling.

"Where the hell were you?" You asked, your voice too loud, stunning him the moment he closed the door behind him.

He dropped his keys, clutching his chest and squinting his eyes "Jesus Christ."

Eddie looked at you through his hazy eyes, his body unbalanced from the whiskey he had.

"What the hell are you doing here? How did you get in?" He slurred.

"Wayne" You roll your eyes "Where were you, Eddie?"

You help him walk to his bedroom, where you had been only once, and sit him down on his bed. His body was completely uncoordinated because of the alcohol. You help him remove his shirt and his jeans, not caring if he was almost naked in front of you.

"Eddie–"

"Why do you care? You all pity me! You all feel bad for me, I can take a fucking hint" He lashes out all of a sudden and it startles you "You feel bad for me, you feel sorry for me. Poor Eddie must have never kissed anyone in his life, so maybe I'll kiss him just so he can die a satisfied, not a virgin-kiss man!"

"What?" Your voice trips and you feel the tension and the pressure building up in your chest "I have never felt bad for you, Eddie. Not once in my life, not even when I didn't know you!"

He chuckles, putting on his shirt but it's inside out. The label of the fabric is in the front. He almost stumbles over his backpack and he curses when he can't even put his pants on.

"Let me help you" You offer, but he lifts his hand up in denial.

"I don't need your help. I don't need anyone's help. I'm a lost cause and a fucking failure! Why did you even kiss me in the first place?"

He didn't make any sense and it stung. Because he thought you only kissed him out of pity.

"Because I wanted to, you idiot! You're not a failure, Eddie! Don't let what other people say get into your head, please. You're a nice person, you're kind, you're funny. You're special, you make us laugh, you make us have a good time. We love being around you, I love being with you!"

Eddie slumps down onto the floor, his back hitting the foot of his bed. He shoves his face into his hands, his arms on top of his knees. He starts crying, and it surprises you because not once in your life did you see him cry in front of anyone.

He sobs and he's not even ashamed, his chest rumbles from the weeping. You bend down, placing a hand over his hair, pulling the strands of his bangs out of his face. He doesn't look at you, he's not even sure he wants to look at you.

Because he's afraid of seeing that face. The face of someone who feels bad for him.

"Eddie... Please look at me."

He doesn't. He shakes his head and cries into his hands. He starts rocking back and forth, mumbling incoherent words you can't make out.

"Eds, it's me" You place your hand on top of his, carefully trying to pull it back. Trying to bring comfort to him.

But he's shocked when he hears his nickname roll out of your tongue. You've called him that before, he always liked it. He always liked the way you called him that. But it's different this time, it hits deep within.

He lifts his head up and meets your eyes. Your caring, loving eyes. His eyes are bloodshot red and puffy, just like his lips. His cheeks are flushed and wet, there are still tears streaming down his face. He leans into your touch, your thumb swiping away his tears.

"I've never felt sorry for you. I've never felt bad for you, I don't see you as a lost cause or a failure, or anything for that matter... Eddie, you're the most important person in my life. You're the most genuine person I know..."

He sniffles and diverts his gaze. He thinks back to the few times he saw you hanging on Steve's neck, even after he had met you. He lets out a huff, looking down at his knees.

"I'm sure you feel the same way about Steve. But the only difference is that he's not a fucking loser."

You pull back only a few inches, scanning his features. Is that jealousy? Was he jealous of Steve the whole time? But you were not even together.

"You're not a loser. And I love Steve, he's my friend."

He laughs this time, and even though his face holds that weird laugh, he still manages to cry.

"Who fucks their friend?"

It comes out bitter and his tongue weighs a hundred pounds for saying that. You raise your brows, scoffing.

"We're not hooking up anymore, Munson. And we've always been friends, even then."

Eddie feels like a bucket of ice had been dropped on top of his head. He should've known. He hasn't seen you around each other like that anymore, but maybe he refused to believe that. Maybe he wanted to believe he wasn't interesting enough for you. Maybe he wanted to see what felt right for him.

But he was wrong.

"I'm sorry. I'm fucking sorry, sweetie" He starts crying again, and this time, you pull him in for a tight hug "I'm a fucking mess."

"It's okay, Eds. You're not a mess, stop saying things like that."

You rest your chin onto his head, your fingers curl between his hair and he tries to ease his anxiety, but it only worsens when he thinks about the things he wanted to do until you showed up.

"You're going to hate me, sweetie. You're going to hate me when I tell you what I was about to do that day we met. You'll want to leave me, I know you will."

You glance at him and see the way he's looking at you. He's afraid. He's fucking afraid. He's desperate to get it all out of his chest, to get it over with. Because you deserve to know he was getting worse and worse.

"Eddie, I would never do that" You place a kiss on the back of his hand and he softens "No matter how bad it is. I'm always here."

He tried to hold back the tears that kept soaking his shirt. He stuttered the words out, he rambled and the whole time he told you about it, he couldn't stand looking at you.

"I just– I thought it would be a distraction. I'm so fucking tired of being judged for doing nothing" He mumbles in his crying and you stroke his hair.

"I never told you what I was doing out there in the woods the day we met."

He doesn't look at you when he speaks, and you go still. 

"I had it in my lunchbox. Special K. That's what they call it, right? Ketamine."

You don't say anything. Not yet.

"I wasn't… I wasn't gonna do anything dramatic, or permanent, or anything. I just…" He shakes his head, feeling his jaw clench "I wanted to not exist for a while. Just float away and feel nothing. Like the weight would finally shut up."

Your heart aches for him.

"I didn't even think it through. I just took my lunchbox and went there. The woods would be quiet enough, far enough. No one would see me wreck myself."

He gulped, trying to focus his eyes on something else.

"And then you showed up. Headphones on, reading a fucking book like you were walking through Narnia."

You try to smile, but your throat is too tight.

"I remember thinking…" Eddie lets out a shaky laugh "God, I remember thinking 'of course this beautiful girl just waltzes into my overdose like it's a goddamn indie movie'."

You press your hands quietly over his and he doesn't pull away. 

"I didn't take it. Because you looked at me like I wasn't invisible. You waved, you smiled. You sat down and just… stayed."

A tear slips down your cheek before you can stop it.

"I never thought anyone would" His voice breaks again "Not after all the shit with Chrissy. The town, the hiding. The guilt, the loneliness. I didn't think anyone should."

"Eddie" You whisper, tightening your fingers over his hand "You didn't deserve any of that. None of it was your fault."

"I know" He says quietly "Now, I do, sort of. But back then I was so tired of trying to prove I wasn't poison."

His words hit you too strongly. You don't see him like that, you never did. Not even back then at the cafeteria, not when you saw him hurrying out of the school to be alone. 

"I'm really glad you didn't take it" You whisper.

"Yeah. Me too."

You take both of his hands and kiss his knuckles. Your eyes glued to his brown red-rimmed ones that are still glassy. Eddie watches your gentleness and sighs, trying to compose himself. You drop your hands for only a moment, pulling him closer to you for a hug. You cried for him, you cried with him. You couldn't help but feel bad for him because he deserved more than just pain.

"You have me. You have your friends from Hellfire, even Robin. And mostly, you have your uncle. Just promise me you won't ever do that."

"Shit, sweetie. I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to bring you into this mess."

"Don't apologize, I'm glad I'm here with you now. We'll get through this, together. I'm always going to be here for you" Your voice is low, gentle and caring.

You hold him up, help him change his clothes and sit him on his bed. After that, you head to the kitchen to make him some tea. The warm drink helps calm him down; he stops crying, and the stress seems to dissipate. 

It was almost dawn when you both went to bed and just laid there. You kept smoothing his hair while his head rested on your shoulder. His arm was wrapped around your waist, and his cool, ringed fingers grazed your skin underneath your shirt.

It was the first time you actually slept with him like this, and it felt so good.

You spent the entire weekend together. You took him to your house and you watched movies with him, while Robin stayed at Vickie's. He didn't want to leave you. He kept clinging to you as if you were to disappear. He snuggled against your neck, placing kisses over your skin. You danced to the songs playing on the radio even if they were metal songs.

Eddie wanted to know more about you. He asked about your situationship with Steve, and you told him you ended things only a few weeks after you had met him. He giggled quietly, he knew why. He just couldn't believe it. And maybe you knew that too, but played cool just to see what his reaction would be.

After the weekend, when you told Robin how it went, she couldn't stop gasping. Because she noticed the way you would turn down Steve's offer to have sex every time he had the chance. He asked Robin a few times if you were seeing anybody else and just didn't want to tell him, she said no. When she finally realized the way you and Eddie became too close, she figured it all out.

"Oh my God! You had a crush on him!" She said loudly and you furrowed your brows "You're so slow, Jesus."

"It wasn't a crush, I just liked being around him!"

"Exactly. Because you have a crush on Munson" She pointed at you playfully with a smug face.

"... Maybe"

Your cheeks blushed and she giggled, giving you a hug.

Steve met Eddie at The Hideout for a few drinks. The metalhead himself invited his friend out, he wanted to become closer. He wanted to fit in, he wanted to give himself a chance. Steve might have looked at him differently in the past, but he's grown fond of him.

The former jock mentioned your fling, the way you would give him excuses every time. And all those times you denied his invitation were the times you spent with Eddie. It clicked right then and there. He put two and two together.

Steve laughed.

"Robin would tell me she was with you. Guess I figured why" Steve said, taking a swig of his beer.

Eddie felt a leap in his heart, a tug in his chest. A warmth that kept spreading across his face.

"Sorry I stole her from you."

"Nah" Steve shrugged "It was never serious. And I can see how happy she is with you. And how much you have changed since you met her."

He couldn't fight the grin. Eddie wasn't sure you had a crush back then, but it all makes sense now. Back then, it was just a friendship for him, surprisingly.

"She really likes you, man. We all like you" He bumps his shoulder against Eddie's, a lipped smile on his face.

They've been sitting in comfortable silence for a while.

And then Steve says it, not like an accusation, or even a joke. But with a careful tone that lands too soft, which surprised Eddie.

"So… you kissed her."

Eddie doesn't answer right away, he just drags his head back against the wall behind him with a low groan.

Steve smirks "I'll take that as a yes."

"Shut up" Eddie mutters, dragging a hand down his face.

Steve watches him playfully "Was it good?"

Eddie exhales, like he doesn't have another option but to tell Steve "It was… yeah. Yeah, it was more than good."

Steve nods once and smiles, tapping him on the thigh. He takes another sip from his can "You love her?"

Eddie blinks "That's… I don't know."

"Yes, you do."

Eddie groans "I hate how smug you sound."

"I am smug. I knew from the second you started showing up to hangouts late, and looking all... floaty."

"Floaty?"

"Yeah. You had that look. Like your heart was full and your brain had left the building."

Eddie shakes his head "You're the worst therapist."

Steve shrugs. "Maybe. But I'm not wrong."

The metalhead figdet with the hem of his sleeve, staring down at the floor. His friend doesn't say anything either, letting the quiet stretch a little longer.

"I'm actually scared" He says.

Steve furrow his brows and becomes more serious "Of what?"

"That I'm gonna ruin it. Or that I already have."

"You didn't" Steve says without hesitation. "You were honest. You let her in, and that's the hardest part."

Eddie doesn't answer, but his shoulders unroll at ease.

"Hey" Steve adds, nudging him with his foot "For what it's worth? I'm glad it was you."

Eddie looks up at him, a little startled "What?"

"With her" Steve clarifies, like it's obvious "You were a mess, but you still showed up. You care. That's the only thing that matters."

Eddie stares at him "You're really gonna let me off the hook that easy?"

Steve smirks "No. You mess it up, I will kick your ass. But until then… yeah. I'm rooting for you."

Eddie lets out a slow, shaky breath, and nods. And for the first time in days, maybe weeks, he lets himself believe it.

I like her too. I like her a lot. I actually love her. He wanted to say.

He felt a strange sensation inside him that he hadn't experienced in a long time. It was happiness. It was acceptance. He was no longer alone.

~•°☆

You would show up at school with Eddie tangled in your arms. He didn't care that people gave you the weird looks, the glaring. He also didn't want to cause a commotion, so he would only stop by to kiss you during class breaks. He would sit with his friends at the cafeteria and throw you a few glances. Whenever he did that, your heart would race and you would feel your legs numb.

Oh, the young love.

Eddie started pulling you into the janitor's room. Lock the door behind him, dig his fingers into the small of your back, kiss you with lust. His tongue would do things to you. Not only when you kiss. He always slips his tongue across your skin, licking your pulse point, then leaving a spit trail until he reaches your ear lobe. He bites into the spot and rips a moan out of your mouth.

He didn't know how he would make it to the other classes without busting in his pants. Maybe he became an expert at putting weird thoughts into his head. He would lose his boner immediately after thinking about Mrs. Click. Worked every time.

Eddie takes you on simple dates. He's not fancy, he doesn't like fancy. When you say you want something like that, he does it only to please you. But you never bothered going to a simple diner or a cafeteria. Or bowling. Or karaoke. Or even The Hideout. You always have the most fun there, either way. You'd drink until you feel tipsy, get home and just spend the rest of the night kissing.

He takes his time with you. He wants to fuck you, he wants to make love to you. He wants you in all honesty, but he doesn't want to ruin it. Even though you've done it before. Multiple times. With Steve. He can't compete, but he doesn't want to compare himself to another man. He knows you like his tattoos, he lets you kiss them all over. He feels smug every time you look at his bulge and your eyes flicker with pleasure.

Robin is once again out. You had just arrived from Rink-O-Mania after too many attempts at standing on your feet and failing every time. You're both laughing too hard, talking about your day. Something snaps in your head and you lead him to your bedroom, and he thinks "finally".

You being the one to lead it to sex is something interesting to him. You push him onto your bed, straddling him. You spread kisses all over Eddie, all over his tattoos. You take his shirt off, your mouth lingers on his sensitive spot between his sternum. He shivers when you press your tongue flat on his skin.

He pulls your hair carefully, almost lifting his body to feel you even more. One of your hands goes down to his jeans, unbuckling his belt and unzipping the fabric. His heart is hammering and he almost can't hear anything. He's too stunned, he's too fucking stunned. Your fingers graze his boxers and stroke his cock through the damp material, making his lips leave a grunt. You keep stroking him up and down, your mouth finds his and he latches onto you. His tongue swipes against yours in a way that makes your core heat up even more.

You're soaking for him, your jeans are almost stained with your slick. You lower his boxers and finally pump him, feeling his thick cock around your fingers. Your fingers slip against his hardness, his tip leaks with precum incessantly, and the more you stroke him, the more he groans against your lips. He thrusts against your hand, he whimpers against your mouth.

Eddie is already a fucking mess and he really loves it. He doesn't care if he's loud, if he's greedy. He takes off your shirt and your bra, his thumb pressing your nipple in circles, rubbing your skin keenly. His fingertips dig into you as you bring him to the edge of his bliss. His cock twitches between your hand and you chuckle against the kiss. You pull back and give him a peck before making your way down his body, a coil inside his stomach kicks in as he glances at you.

Your eyes never leave him, even when you wrap your lips around his dick, but he can't hold back the moan. He throws his head back onto the pillow with a gruffed mumble, his hand flying down your hair as he pulls it back. You slide down his length, his tip reaching the back of your throat carefully. You almost gag on it and he buckles his hips forward.

When you finally adjust to his size, you suck him off, pulling your head up and down while you stroke him. He's whimpering and moaning and groaning, whispering your name and rolling his eyes to the back of his head.

"Fuck, sweetie. This is so good–" He rasps under his heavy breathing.

You lock eyes with him, bobbing your head, licking his wetness and gently sucking his tip. Your cheekbones hurt but you love the feeling of getting him off. He pushes your hair to the side so he can have a better look, his hips buckling to meet your throat. Eddie is about to explode, but he wants to last longer. He wants to cum with you, he wants to cum inside of you so bad.

He pushes you back, hissing when the air hits his soaking cock. There's spit everywhere and he twitches at the sight. He glances at you, there's lust in your eyes, your lips are plump and red. Eddie pulls you into another kiss, not giving a fuck of tasting himself in your mouth. He turns you over and spreads kisses over your chest and your breasts, sucking on your nipples.

He grazes your skin between his teeth, his tongue rolling on it. You find yourself grinding against him, his warm cock pressing your thighs. He hums against your damp skin, tracing your stomach until he reaches for your jeans. He pulls it off along with your panties and he huffs.

"So perfect. So beautiful, sweetie" He muses you, his rough and calloused fingers trace your inner thigh gently.

He spreads your legs open and eyes you. The moment you lock eyes with him, he gives you a sweet, but sly smile before diving into your core. His heart beats too fast and he feels his hands trembling a little bit, but he tries to avoid thinking about that. He kisses your clit, ripping a moan out of you, your hips rolling in response. He repeats the action and uses two fingers to open your slit. Your legs immediately tend to close against his head and he chuckles, but his cock responds to it as well. You're breathing quickly, your hand lands on his messy curls.

The finally licks up a stripe of your pussy, sending shivers down your entire body. He presses his tongue against your clit and rolls it around your sensitive spot.

"Eds, this is so good" You whine, pulling a fistful of his hair.

He keeps grinning, licking you up, pressing his tongue flat onto your slit, sliding against your slick skin. You feel the tip of his tongue against your entrance, moaning his name every few seconds, a jolt of electricity running between your legs.

"Your pussy is so good, sweetie" He mumbles, eating you eagerly.

He takes in every drop of your juices, he tastes you. Eddie sucks your skin and pulls his head back with your clit between his lips and you cry out. You roll your hips against his face, his nose nudges your clit every time he licks your entrance. He slips two fingers inside of you, making you gasp. Making you feel breathless. He pumps in and out of you, with his rings still on his fingers, the cool metal touching your skin.

You can't hold back your moans, your hand pulls his hair back and Eddie groans against your skin. He savors your wetness with everything within him. He curls his fingers inside of you, just the way you like it. There's something different about him, even though you've fucked Steve before, something about Eddie makes you wet.

You're about to cum when he notices the way you start clenching around his fingers, so he retreats. You whine at the absence of him in your core, and you feel hot when you watch the way he sucks on his fingers. His eyes closed, his brows furrowing, his throat roaring.

"Fuck, you are so hot" Your voice comes out hoarse with pleasure.

Eddie latches onto you again, his lips smacking against yours. He slips his fingers between your pussy and starts stroking you, his hips rolling against your thigh so you can feel his cock. You can't stop moaning his name and he loves every second of it.

You only break apart when you open the drawer to pick a condom. He's still kissing your neck as you unwrap it.

"Do you mind?" You ask, holding the material in front of you.

"Fuck, no" He picks the condom from your hand and doesn't even waste another second putting it on himself.

You would have done that, but he's more greedy than ever and you don't mind it.

He straddles you, kissing you and your skin until he's on top of you. He grips his cock and aligns himself into your entrance, pushing carefully for you to adjust to him.

"Holy fucking shit" He groans, his biceps contract and he can barely support his own weight.

You kiss him again, heaving as he pushes further into you until there's nothing left. He's balls deep into you. His thrusts are slow at first. He can't hurt you. Eddie holds one of your legs up, he grips on your skin and starts thrusting faster. He digs his head on the curve of your neck, his breath hitting your skin. He grunts over your ear and you clench around him.

"Please, fuck me baby" He begs.

It's the first time he calls you that.

The pounds faster, his hand now slipping up to the curve of your breast. His thumb holds you in place as he comes back and forth. He starts to regret not tying up his hair. It's all sweaty and sticking to his skin. His cock slips in and out of you, his balls slap against your skin just as his hips.

"Yes Eddie, just like that" You shudder under him, your hands scratching the skin on his back. Your nails are digging into him.

He doesn't care at all.

He looks at you, he takes in the sight of you in pleasure. You roll your eyes when he snaps his hips into you once. He does it again, and again. His cock twitches and he knows he won't last much longer.

"I need you to look at me, sweetie" He asks. You struggle to open your eyes and when you do, you grind against him.

Your clit strokes against his skin and it's enough to take you out. You feel the pressure building up the most he splits you open, the more the tip of his cock hits your sweet spot.

You lock eyes and everything changes. He begins to lose strength when he feels the climax reaching its peak. But he doesn't stop, he keeps his eyes on you the whole time. You crease your brows and bite your lips.

"Cum with me, Eds" Your voice is like honey to him and he nods.

He pounds you roughly, not fast. It's about the way he does it, not how quick it is. It's perfect, it's enough for you to widen your eyes and leave a brutal moan. It's so loud, he smirks. Your legs tremble under him and you start shaking.

"Good girl."

He whispers. And another wave of pleasure immediately crashes and it's stronger this time. Your eyes roll and you convulse to his cock that's twitching inside of you. He's groaning "fuck" a hundred times a second, he shudders on top of you and almost collapses. He sputters inside the condom and falls limply beside you, his arm still wrapped around you. 

You both turn on your sides to face each other, his chest is still rising unevenly, but he's not feeling exhausted. He's thriving. There's a slight stunned kind of peace that follows a moment he never thought would happen.

There's a soft beat of silence. He's watching you like he's still trying to make sure this is real– like he's not convinced he didn't dream the whole thing. His eyes are wide and soft, still a little dazed, like he's memorizing the shape of your face. You reach up slowly, fingers brushing through his hair, and gently tug at the strands that have fallen into his eyes. His bangs are stuck to his forehead with sweat, curling just slightly at the ends.

"Your hair's a mess" You tease in a whisper.

He smiles, a real one, lazy and crooked and too full of affection "Yeah? You gonna sue me?"

You hum, brushing your thumb across his temple "I might. For emotional damage."

He huffs out a laugh "You're really here."

"I am."

He lifts his rough hand and trails his fingertips on your bare arm, as if he's drawing a path there "I'm glad you didn't leave me that day."

You nudge your forehead against his gently "I wanted to stay. I want every part of it, every part of you."

He goes still for a moment, before feeling the burning sensation in his core, like the last piece of armor has finally dropped. Like this is what it feels like to be safe. And when his eyes close, and your fingers are still tangled in his hair, you know that whatever this is, it's real. Not just the sex. 

And to him, you're the best part of his day. You've brought him to life again– and this time, he feels like life it's finally worth living. 

[eddiemunsonslatinabaddie]

If you are taking a nap and Eddie sees that you are, he will go to you like a cat and nap with you.

Same the other way around. If you see Eddie taking a nap, you snuggled next to him and take a nap as well.

Because some days are hard, sometimes your eyes just can’t stay open, and you need your guys beauty sleep.

[ryan-waddell11]

missing this goofball so much (I want him back on my tv)

[defututus]

imagine you go to a rage room with Eddie one day because why the fuck not. he's not sure what to expect from you since you don't usually get angry, but it turns out you just never had the opportunity to let it all out.

he's watching as you silently shatter tv and computer screens with a bat. you have years of pent up frustration against the world and it only gets more intense as time goes on, your face twisting into one of pure rage.

you were too busy breaking everything you could before you realize your boyfriend is now standing in the corner as he watches you.

you two lock eyes before he says, "I love you, but you scare me a little"

[lil-quinnie]

Part I

All Apologies

BBF!Eddie x Fem!reader

+18 ~ smut

summary ~ Eddie is your brother's best friend and he's still a dick.

You woke to the feeling of a body no longer beside you. 

The air was cold, still. It smelled like Eddie,cigarettes, worn leather, the faint trace of something warm that lingered in your sheets.

The room was dim with early morning light, and you reached over instinctively, hand brushing over nothing but wrinkled sheets.

Then you saw it, a half-written note, abandoned next to the dented ashtray. 

The edges of the paper were smudged, like he'd written something and changed his mind. Next to it: his lighter, the pack of cigarettes that never left his pocket… and one of his rings.

The silver one, the one he always wore on his index finger.

Your heart sank. The note wasn’t even finished. Just a few words scratched in black ink:

"Didn’t mean to... Just thought maybe it’d be better if... "

You sat there for minutes, maybe even  longer, staring at the ghost of what he couldn't say.

Your brother found you in the kitchen hours later, still in the same clothes, the ring now sitting on the table in front of you. He didn't say anything at first, just walked over, filled two mugs with coffee, and sat across from you.

"He left, huh?" he asked quietly, not like he didn't know. More like he wanted you to say it.

You nodded.

He leaned back in his chair. "He’s an idiot."

You smiled, barely.

"But I don’t think it’s over. Not really. You don’t leave a ring behind unless it’s gonna haunt you."

You looked up at him.

"You think he’ll come back?"

He didn’t answer right away. Just took a sip of coffee and shrugged.

"I think some people leave ‘cause they’re scared of what staying means. Doesn’t mean they don’t want to stay."

That stuck with you.

A week passed. Quiet and heavy.

Eddie didn’t call, didn’t knock, he only pretended you’re not exist anymore.

But then Friday came.

You were leaving school when you saw them.

Eddie.

And her,again.

She was pretty in that obvious kind of way, blonde, Cheerleader and Laugh too loud.

His arm was draped over her shoulders like it had always belonged there.

Your stomach flipped, your legs kept walking like they didn’t know how to stop, but your chest? Your chest cracked open right in front of the whole school

He didn’t look at you. Not even once.

But you saw it, that same hand he’d left the ring from now curled over someone else body

And just like that, it was like he'd never been in your bed. Like your name had never left his mouth at 3AM. Like you’d imagined the whole goddamn thing.

You didn’t cry.

Not when you got home.

Not when you sat in the shower long enough for the water to go cold.

Instead, you found your old denim jacket, the one Eddie always teased you about. 

You shoved his ring into the inner pocket, tucked deep and secret, then you grabbed the pack of cigarettes he’d left and you lit your first one with the lighter he abandoned.

It burned.

But so did he.

Monday came like a nightmare.

You showed up late, lips darker than usual, eyeliner sharp enough to kill someone.

Caleb Dawson offered you a ride home, again. You said yes.

He flirted like it was second nature. and you flirted back like it was armor. You even let him kiss you in the parking lot,It didn’t mean anything.

Eddie heard the rumors before he saw them, that you’d been hanging out with seniors or

that you were smoking now, and the worst, that some guy in a Camaro picked you up after school and you laughed between his kisses the whole ride.

And then he saw it with his own eyes, your back against the wall,Caleb’s arm beside your head. You weren’t kissing, not yet, but it was close.

He froze. 

Fingers tightening into fists at his side.

He wanted to rip the air apart.

Instead, he walked away. Fast.

Because if he stood there any longer, he’d say something he couldn’t take back.

Later that night, Eddie sat alone in the garage behind Gareth’s house, the smell of gasoline and dust all around him. He pulled out a crumpled piece of paper from his jacket pocket, the other half of the note he’d left you.

He hadn't finished writing it either.

"Didn’t mean to... Just thought maybe it’d be better if… if I didn’t ruin you."

He folded it again, lit a match and watched the flame eat through the last thing he couldn’t say. And for the first time in a long time, he felt like the villain in his own story.

The sun 's low, the sky's bruised purple, and everyone’s spilling out of the building, laughing, talking, walking home in pairs. You’re walking alone,until you hear his voice behind you.

You were almost to the end of the lot when you heard it.

“Wait!” That voice. That fucking voice. Your heart stopped, but your feet didn’t, not until you felt him grab your arm.

You yanked it back immediately. “Don’t touch me.” He blinked, his face was flushed, curls wild, breath uneven like he’d run from the other side of the school just to catch you.              

“I just, I need to talk”

“Talk?” You laughed, cold and sharp. “Now you wanna talk? A little late, Munson.”              

He flinched at the name and you saw it, that flicker of guilt before he straightened his shoulders and tried to hide it behind his usual cocky tilt.

“I didn’t know what else to do, alright? I panicked. I thought leaving was the right thing.”

“No. You thought running was the right thing. You didn’t say goodbye. You didn’t even finish the goddamn note.” You dug into your bag and pulled out the crumpled piece of paper. “Didn’t mean to… just thought maybe it’d be better if… ”  You shoved it against his chest. “If what, Eddie? If you disappeared? If I thought I made you leave? That I wasn’t enough?”   

“Don’t twist it” “I’m not twisting shit! I’m fucking living it!”

Now you were both shouting.

“You left me alone in my bed. You left your ring like I was some fucking mistake you were sorry for, or you was just paying me after get what you want?.”

He snapped.  “Because I thought I WAS A FUCKING MISTAKE!” His voice cracked like thunder, and it silenced everything else. You stared. He stepped back like the truth had gutted him. “I thought if I stayed, I’d ruin you. That every bad part of me would bleed into your life and stain it.” He was breathing hard now. Hands shaking. “And I couldn’t watch you shrink around me. I couldn’t… fuck, I couldn’t stand the way I needed you.”

Tears burned your eyes. “So you left me to break alone? While you played pretend with that blonde bitch like I never existed?”

“I kissed her once. I hated every fucking second.”

You laughed bitterly. “Then why’d you do it?”

“Because I saw you with Caleb and it killed me!” His voice dropped again, desperate now. “You looked happy. You looked free. And I thought,fuck, I thought maybe you’d already moved on.”                                          

“You think that was freedom?”  Your voice shook. “That was me trying not to drown in the silence you left behind. That was me begging for a distraction. I wasn’t okay, Eddie. I’m still not okay.”

You stepped toward him now, eyes burning into his. “You think I needed saving from you? I didn’t. I needed you to stay. I needed you when I woke up. When I couldn’t breathe. When your ring was the only fucking thing I had left.”

He looked like he was about to fall apart. That night, you heard it,a soft click of your window, followed by the creak of the sill.

You turned in the dark just in time to see Eddie climbing through, jaw clenched, hair wild. “You’re not supposed to be here,” you whispered. “I know,” he muttered, “but I can’t pretend anymore.”

Before you could speak, he was on you, kissing you like a dying man. His hands tangled in your shirt, pushing you back into the bed like he’d burn without you. “You let Caleb touch you?” he rasped against your throat. You gasped. “Eddie... ”

“Did he kiss you like this?” His hand was already beneath your shirt, warm and rough and shaking,“Did he make you wet like this?”.

You moaned before you could stop it, back arching. “Fuck, baby, no one gets you like I do. Say it.”, you barely managed, “no one.” “Mine,” he groaned, dragging your panties down. “You’re mine. Even when I was stupid enough to walk away.”

He slid inside you in one hard thrust and you both gasped.

"Fuck, you’re tight. So fucking perfect. Did he ever get this close to you?”      

“No,god no.” His thrusts were deep, angry, and desperate.

“I see you with him and I wanna break something. I want to break him.”   You clenched around him. “You already broke me,” you whispered.   His rhythm stuttered. “I’ll fix it. Let me fix it,” he begged, voice cracking as he picked up pace. “I missed you, missed this, fuck, you feel like heaven.” Your nails dug into his back, pulling him closer, and he hissed through his teeth. “Say it again,” he growled.

“I’m yours.”

“That’s right. You’re fucking mine.”

And when you came, it was with his name on your lips and his tears on your collarbone.

The silence that followed was thick, tangled in breathless gasps and the heat of skin pressed too close to ever forget.

Eddie stayed like that, half-draped over you, chest rising and falling against your shoulder, lips brushing the place where your pulse still throbbed beneath your skin. You could feel the tremble in him, the guilt still clinging like a shadow in the corners of his breath.

Neither of you said anything for a while.

Until he spoke, soft, cracked, unsure.

“I didn’t think you’d let me in.”

You stared at the ceiling, eyes burning. “I didn’t think you’d come back.”

He shifted beside you, his hand finding yours over the sheets. “I thought I ruined it.”

You let that hang in the air.

Maybe he did. Maybe not completely.

“I’m not the same girl who cried over your ring,” you murmured.

“I know.”

“And you don’t get to leave and come back every time you get scared.”

His grip on your hand tightened.

“I’m not leaving again,” he said. It wasn’t loud. Wasn’t dramatic. But it felt like a promise scraped out of him.

“You can’t just say that.”

“I’ll prove it.”

You turned your head to look at him. His eyes were already on you, red, glassy, honest in a way you hadn’t seen in weeks.

“I don’t need flowers or songs or big speeches,” you said quietly. “I need the truth. I need you when it’s not convenient. When it’s messy. When I’m too much. When you’re too much.”

“I can be that,” he whispered.

You paused. “You were that. Until you weren’t.”

He flinched. But he didn’t argue.

“I missed you every fucking day,” he said. “I hated myself for leaving. I hated seeing you with him. I hated not being the one to take you home, to kiss you goodnight, to know how you were breathing when you slept.”

Your heart cracked open again. Less destruction and more room to rebuild.

“I’m not saying I forgive you,” you said.

“I’m not asking you to.”

You nodded. “But you’re here.”

“I’m here.”

And maybe that was enough for now.

Later that night, when his breathing evened out and sleep took him, you laid awake beside him, fingers curled around the ring he once left behind. You didn’t put it back on, not yet.

But you didn’t let go of it either. Outside, the sky was still dark. But for the first time in a long time, the smoke had started to clear.

[gracieheartspedro]

Lotus Eater | chapter 6 - 3.7k words

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summary: you wake up next to eddie munson. the morning after is never fun.

warnings: slow burn, 18+ mdni, angsty, talks about sexual assault (none has happened), self destructive behavior, reader has mental illnesses that are undiagnosed, lots of arguing, mentions of not wanting to eating food, talks of dealing drugs, money insecurity.

a/n: sorry for this one folks. i bet some of you saw it coming! if not, sorry! thank you for all the continued love and support on this one. i'm sorry this one too a bit longer.

The soft snores from beside you stir you out of your slumber. The moment you are semi-conscious, you note the throbbing of your head. Your eyes crack open, gazing upon a mop of chocolate brown curls lying across the pillow next to you. The more you widen your lids, you notice he is shirtless and tucked perfectly under a comforter. 

Your heart stills. There is no way. 

You sit straight up, his body being jostled awake by your movements. He groans out, his voice already raspy. You are sitting on the edge of the bed, your bare feet seeming so far away from you. It’s like an optical illusion, sending you into a panic immediately. 

He props himself up on his elbows, eyes slowly blinking awake, “Good morning, sunshine.”

You do not waste any time as you jump to your feet, wobbling to get to your shoes and socks across the room, “Take me home.”

You do not disguise your panicked voice. The moment you notice your work uniform all balled up on the floor, your heart sinks. You then become aware of the fact that you are not wearing your own clothes. You take a shaky breath, body rigid at the idea that you may have done something you would regret. Something you lacked memories of. 

You slept with Eddie Munson.

Eddie is alarmed by your sudden stance, pulling his legs from the comforter. “Wow… relax-”

You shoot him a look, the color completely drained from your face. Your brain also feels like it may explode out of your skull. “We didn’t do anything, right?”

That’s when his eyes fly open and his legs start moving to the edge of the bed, “What? No.”

He is even quicker to stand up, very clumsily. Like a newborn baby deer, unsure how to use his legs. He is still wearing his skinny jeans, which is a relief at the very least. He is panicked, to say the least, reaching out in defense of himself,  “No, no, why would you think that?”

Your eyes flicker down to his state of undress. The scattered tattoos are enough to send your body into panic mode. The stark contrast of the shading and his pasty white skin makes your heart flutter a bit. “You were shirtless and laying next to me.”

He looks down as if it’s the first time he’s seen himself half-naked. “I always sleep with no shirt on. Y-you s-said it was okay.”

He is already sweating, you can tell. Based on the tone of his voice and the shakiness of his words, you believe him. But that does not help the nervousness stirring within you. You had never been that close to a guy, especially not when you were sleeping. It’s jarring to wake up next to the guy you have spent a lot of time with and you consider a friend. 

The idea that he could betray your trust and take advantage of you was sending you into a spiral. And it didn’t even happen.

You bite the inside of your lip, scared to even say the words. “So, we didn’t-”

“No,” he states sternly, his eyes never wavering, “I would never ever do that to you.”

There’s a thick tension that falls over you two. You just sway slightly, trying your best not to let your brain go to the worst-case scenario. His eyes are almost desperate. You know he sees the wheels spinning in your head. 

The only thing you know how to do is push him away. Make him feel guilty, even if he did nothing wrong. 

“This was a mistake,” You whisper, locking your hands in front of your body. You feel like a weight drops on your shoulders, slouching a bit as Eddie searches your face questionably. 

He steps a bit closer, his voice small, “What? Sleeping next to me? Or being here?”

Guilt. That is the heaviness that is nagging you. 

But you double down. Because you cannot admit the truth. A truth you probably have yet to fully uncover. Your feelings about Eddie, spending time with him, admiring him– all of it was too much. 

“I was drunk,” You hiccup, eyes hesitantly glaring up at him, “And yes, it was a mistake sleeping next to you. Being around you is a mis-”

He waves his hand in front of you, narrowing his eyes, “Hey!”

His voice is even more shaky, and it tears your heart in half. For some reason, this argument feels even more vulnerable and tense than any fight with Kacey. Or even your parents. 

It could be because you are lying to yourself. You are lying to Eddie. 

Every other time, you are too honest. For some sick and twisted reason, you wanted to remain guarded around Eddie. A mystery he could never solve. And much to your dismay, that was going to lead to him being hurt. 

You only knew how to make things more complicated. 

You clench your jaw, not even wanting to say another word. But the silence is deafening, and you cannot handle looking at the pitiful expression on his face any longer. “Take me home.”

-

You could not stop bouncing your leg. 

The tape Eddie decided to play was louder than usual, probably to drown out the quiet that plagued you two. 

As you two left Gareth’s, some of them were awake and excited to welcome you two to some breakfast. You made up some excuse about needing to get home, promising to get Gareth back his clothes on the following Monday. Eddie just stood silently behind you as you lied through your teeth. You are almost positive everyone knew something was wrong. 

You practically felt sick with nerves. Your stomach was rolling over every turn that jostled you a bit towards Eddie. Your mind starts to unravel, thinking of how badly it hurts to argue with Eddie. Why do you care so much about his impression of you? Just a couple of months ago, you couldn't have cared less if he even looked your way. But in this very moment, you silently plead for him to say something. To show you those big brown doe eyes and ask if you are alright, even when you did not deserve that courtesy. 

You land at a red light in the middle of Hawkins, the squealing of Eddie’s brakes spooking an older couple at the crosswalk. 

The lady is dressed in a mid-length pink dress, with large sunglasses perched on her nose. Her gray hair matched her husband’s, but his was set off by his navy blue slacks and gray button-up top. They look towards you as they hobble across the lined pavement, arms locked together. The smiles they give you both make you feel even worse. 

It was like they were taunting you. Dangling what it could look like to be happy and secure with another person. 

That was something you could not ponder for long. You knew it would lead you back down the same road you found yourself traveling down when your anxiety kept you awake late at night. 

The light turns green when they get to the other side of the street. Eddie’s foot leaves the break slowly, leading you to shoot him a quick glance. He is looking at the two old people, too. His eyes were a bit hazy and red, like he had just smoked a joint. Or cried.

He caught on that you looked at him almost immediately. He turned the dial on the radio, muting the music.  “Are we gonna like.. Talk?”

Your hands instantly start to shake. You shift them to be wedged between your thighs, almost like you are trying to warm them and not hide them away. Your nerves just loved reminding you that you needed to keep that wall up and protect yourself from getting to the bottom of the emotions that are obvious. “What’s there to say?”

You don’t expect Eddie to scoff, his voice gravelly. “I don’t know, maybe the fact that you are high and low with me constantly? We had a good night-”

It is like he’s trying to throw rocks at your metaphorical glass house. A house you were trying to use duct tape to keep from shattering. Instead of listening to his complete thought, you butt in quickly, “I’m not high and low-”

This time, he returns the favor, abruptly raising his voice at you. “Stop cutting me off! You always do that shit.”

You have never been on the receiving end of Eddie’s anger. And you can tell by his body language that he regretted it immediately. His jaw is clenched, his shoulders raised, his fingers white knuckling the steering wheel. 

Admittedly, you knew that you were bad at letting people finish their sentences when you were frustrated. It was like you wanted to protect yourself from feeling remorse, hearing how you may have hurt another person. But this time, instead of yelling back at him, you sit with the heaviest heart.

You don’t realize how hard you are breathing until you hear your own panting. Your whole body shudders, waiting for the other shoe to drop. 

Eddie exhales, like he has been holding a breath for an hour, “What you said earlier really hurt. You think being around me is a mistake? You feel that lowly of me?”

It feels like a slap in the face. It stings, because no, that is not what you wanted him to believe. But you do not know how to defend yourself. Those words did slip from your mouth. Even if they were just knee-jerk and not relevant to the situation, you still uttered them.

“I didn’t mean it like that-”

You can tell he does not accept that response, slamming his hand into the wheel, “Well that’s what you fuckin’ said!”

You have never truly raised your voice at Eddie, and you never imagined today would be the day. “But you know that’s not how I feel!”

He slams on his brakes, sending you jolting forward. You are on the back road that brings you directly to the entrance of Forest Hills, but to Eddie’s credit, there have not been many cars on the roads. When you peer up at him, jaw tight, eyes wide. You know you are in for it. Eddie’s rage has never been directed at you. The only time you can remember Eddie being this furious was when some jock tripped Mike Wheeler and sent his pudding cup flying onto Eddie’s favorite Dio shirt. You would have thought the sorry son-of-a-bitch shot him directly in the chest. 

“Well how the fuck do you feel, sweetheart?! I’m on the edge of my seat!” His voice is strained and almost unfamiliar. 

You did not know how you felt, truthfully. You obviously cared for Eddie. He did a lot for you. He looked out for you when you needed it. He spent a lot of time making sure you were included in things he did not have to include you in. He wasted his gas on you countless times. He was a listening an ear when you wanted to complain about your parents or the shitty people who made your life hell at school. And even though he did not care about college, he would ask you questions about which schools you applied to. Asked you about the essay you wrote to get into your dream school. 

And even with all that in mind, you could not muster an admission to him. Having to say the words out loud would make this even more convoluted. 

“I don’t feel one way or another about you, Eddie. You’re just a,” You breathe out, eyes rimming with tears, “you’re my friend.”

He scoffs. It’s a bitter sound, the hiss of his breath between his teeth. “Well, sorry to break it to you, princess, but the way you talk to me is not how you talk to friends.”

You rack your aching brain as he pulls his foot off the brake, accelerating forward towards your neighborhood. You wish you had the words to make him feel better. To make up for what you said. But you land with just a few hushed words.

“That was not my intention.”

You look away from him as he speaks. You realize that looking at him makes you want to cry. 

“You made me feel like I wasn’t even good enough to be in your presence or something,” He practically whispers as you try to disguise your sniffle. 

You are such an asshole. 

“Well, that’s not true, Eddie.”

Yeah, a big fucking asshole.

He laughs at that, but not in his usual jovial and goofy way. It’s bitter and deep in the back of his throat. It is like he is appalled that you are still trying to defend your position. 

“Are you allergic to apologies?” He bites, indignantly, “Seems like it.”

It is almost like the final nail in the coffin. Words completely escape you as tears now replace them. As they rush down your cheeks, Eddie parks the van in his driveway. He does not wait for you to get out first, like he usually does. Instead, he gets out as soon as he removes the keys from the ignition, slamming his door harder than usual. 

You watch him saunter into the trailer, the shingles practically shaking when he shuts the front door. The silence is heavier than any stillness you have ever experienced. You unbuckle yourself, slowly moving to grab your balled up work clothes. When you slide out of the van, you do not bother to slam the door or make a point that he can hear through the thin walls of his place. 

Instead, you close it quietly and do the walk of shame you were not anticipating ever doing.

-

You never see Eddie leave his house the entire week. You are still stuck going to work as usual, trying to distract yourself from the dull ache in your chest. Your Mom berates you for more money, telling you she’s short for the water bill, and your Dad’s hours are being cut at the plant. 

You give them $100 and tell them to make it last until the end of the year. You did not need to worry about not being able to shower. That would be more ammunition for Kacey and her crew.

On Thanksgiving, your Dad comes home with a bucket of KFC chicken and tells you to help yourself to some. When you tell him you are not very hungry, he rolls his eyes.

“You saving some room for the Munsons’ Thanksgiving?” He mocks, pulling a cigarette from a box of Marlboros. You narrow your eyes at him from the couch, not sure how to even respond to that.

“What are you even talking about?”

He pulls a chicken leg out of the bucket, waving it in your face as the cigarette hangs unlit from his lips. “That Munson boy just dotes on ya’. Was assuming he was gonna invite you over for dinner.”

You cringe when he calls him the ‘Munson boy’. You wave your hands dramatically, standing up from your spot on the sinking furniture. “We aren’t talking right now. I pissed him off.”

Usually, you avoided giving your Dad any perspective on your personal life, but you truly had no one else to talk to about this. The cook at work told you that you needed a therapist after you told him you had no friends. So, you have resorted to spilling the beans to your half-deadbeat Dad.

He drops the chicken leg back in the bucket, spinning a lighter in the other hand and lighting the end of the stick. “Well, he ain’t good enough for you anyway, baby doll. Heard he’s slingin’ over there.”

Your ears perk up, “Who told you that?”

He blows smoke out of the side of his mouth, giving you a mocking smirk, “Don’t worry 'bout it. Just be careful around him, you hear me?”

“Yeah, sure.”

-

You had no clue if Eddie would even want to drive you to school on Monday morning. You wake up extra early, pulling on your usual outfit and your winter coat. 

Indiana was not getting any warmer. The cold would wear you down to the bone even if you were only outside for a couple of minutes. December was always the worst time of the year for your depressive episodes, especially when it got dark quicker. It was shaping up to be the same thing this year.

You slip outside, the frigid air immediately freezing your hands. You tuck your hands in your coat pocket, waiting for Eddie to finally slip out of his house. You decide to sit on your stoop, afraid your legs may give out with how much they are shaking. Nerves? Extremely cold? Who knows. 

You are not sure why you are secretly hoping he ices you out completely and never speaks to you again. Maybe it would make the pain of the argument subside, and you could finally get rid of the rattling thoughts and pain in your ribs. But, no.

He walks out with a cigarette already lit between his lips. You stand up on wobbly legs, walking towards the asphalt that separates your driveways. 

“Mornin’,” You hardly manage, your voice unsteady. He was wearing his usual outfit, but instead of his high-top shoes, he was sporting some black combat boots that were scuffed to hell.

He takes a drag from the cigarette, flicking it as he blows out the smoke, “Hi, sunshine.”

He gestures for you to get in the van, which you do without another word. He seems normal. Painfully normal. 

Like, was he not reeling like you? Was the fight not that big of a deal to him? Was he isolating himself because he needed to get his head back on straight? Or was he just busy doing who knows what? Why is his leg not bouncing like yours as he drives? Where was his jean jacket? It was cold outside, and he should have been wearing it. 

You sit in the van for the first two minutes of the ride, your brain spinning with a million and one questions and stupid thoughts. You realize you have not looked the man in the eye once yet. You slowly cock your head towards him, seeing if he would look back at you. 

And he does almost immediately. 

Then the words fall out of your mouth, unrehearsed, “I am not good with emotions.”

His eyebrows raise at your confession, but he says nothing. His eyes trace back to the road in front of him, the heat from the vents blowing his dark hair back slightly. 

You think back to the internal dialogue you had the night before. You needed to be honest for once in your damn life. Eddie deserved that at the very least. You could not spend another day making him believe you hated him. Or resented him. 

You clear your throat, “I fucked up, okay? I just wasn’t really expecting to enjoy hanging out with you, and it scared me. When I woke up next to you, my mind raced to the first awful thought and clung to it. And that was wrong.”

You do not know why those certain words hang in the balance for you. You always had an issue saying sorry because it was like almost admitting defeat. You liked to believe that a lot of your pride could stay intact if you just weaseled your way out of saying those specific words. I’m sorry. 

But Eddie needed those words. He deserved them. 

“And I’m sorry,” You almost choke, the words catching right behind your teeth, ”I’m sorry for being rude to you. It had nothing to do with you and everything to do with me.”

The fucker smiles at you. A big wide grin that you missed so goddamn bad. “There it is, sweetheart.”

You instantly want to shrivel up in your seat. You clench your fist like a little kid would when they are frustrated someone won’t let them have a turn on a swingset, “You’re such an ass-”

He waves his heavily ringed fingers in your face, blowing you off. “Thank you for apologizing, sunshine. I am sorry for how heated things got. I never want to raise my voice at you.”

“You are loud when you yell,” You confess, your body shifting a bit away from him, “But yeah... I should’ve apologized sooner. Like I said… not good with emotions.”

His smile drops a bit as he shrugs. He brings his hand to your thigh, squeezing it tightly, “You will get there, don’t worry. You’re not entirely emotionally stunted.”

You cannot stop the noise coming from your chest at his teasing. Even over your jeans, his hand felt so heavy, that warmth radiating, spreading all through your body. You swipe his hand, but he pulls it away before you could actually touch him, “And here I thought I was more emotionally intelligent than you.”

He giggles at your jab. That sound only further brings heat to your body.

You return a smile as he pulls into the same gas station he did every morning. He throws the van in park and checks his pack of cigarettes. He had enough to last him the rest of the day.

But you knew you would be parking in the same lot tomorrow morning, so he could get more. 

“If I get you donuts, will you actually eat them?” He asks, unlocking his door. He does not turn the van off, luckily. You would probably freeze within a minute or two. You ponder his question for a moment, clicking your tongue as if deep in thought. 

“Probably not,” You answer, watching him slide out of his seat. You catch a peek at his checked underwear as his silver chain drags across the seat. You ensure to move your eyes quickly up to his gaze again, “But I could go for a Yoohoo.”

He grips onto the door before it can creak too much, a smug grin taking over his entire face. It sent a jolt straight to your chest. “Now you’re speaking my language, sunshine.”

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the hat rule. (e.m. x fem!reader)

the hat rule (n.): you wear the hat, you ride the cowboy.

summary: when eddie dresses up as a cowboy to a night out with friends, you decide to steal his hat.

pairings: eddie munson x fem!reader

warnings: reader is described to be wearing a dress. reader is also dressed up as a black cat. premise is everyone is wearing 'slutty' costumes. overuse of pet names. public teasing, unprotected sex, choking kink, oral (f receiving), ass slapping. 18+.

wc: 13.3k+

happy early valentine's day, babes. shout out to @hellfire--cult for beta reading, as well as @andvys for giving me this idea to begin with.

If someone had told you last week that you’d be attending a slutty costume themed night at a club tonight, you would have laughed in their face.

And yet here you were, at Steve Harrington’s apartment, donned in a black cat costume that shows more skin than you have in years.

The elaborate plan had sparked on a random day after Steve encountered a flyer for the event. It was a nightclub your group had attended before, and one look at the line free drinks for participants had Steve running down your entire group to insist that you all needed to dress up, to participate in this, for the luxury of free Tito’s. 

He’d never considered that the ad might not be targeted towards the male population. And now, you were all gathering at his apartment to pregame, ‘slutted out’ as Robin had so kindly put it – men included.

Nancy pulled out some sort of angel costume she claims she had bought but certainly not worn a few years back, Robin had conglomerated an alluring pirate attire from items you hadn’t even been aware were in her closet. Jonathan arrived in his erotic yet pensive writer’s costume (you’d hardly understood it, but he seemed confident, so you all went with it), Argyle in tow donning some sort of seductive surfer costume, in which you certainly recognized the unbuttoned shirt and cargo shorts that had had a pocket knife taken to them to disregard a few inches. Steve even stuck to his own demands, going all out – a sensual bunny costume.

And then, there was Eddie.

Eddie fuckin’ Munson. 

“Pick your jaw up off the ground, sweetheart,” he teases as he shuffles around you in the kitchen to grab a drink, “Gonna start catching flies otherwise.” 

“There’s a joke in there somewhere about how sweet I am, right?” you blandly reply, keeping your eyes on your room temp cocktail that Steve had so graciously mixed for you upon your arrival, “Something where you call me honey or sugar, yeah?” 

Eddie pauses, bottle of vodka in hand, looking at you with big eyes lined in coal, “Oh, baby, you know me so well.” 

“Cut the pet names, Munson.”

You try to scowl. You really do. But you don’t mean a damn word you say. 

Sweetheart. Baby. Hell, even honey would have done it for you when he was wearing that costume. 

Tight leather pants, flared at the ankle. Worn leather boots that certainly had to have been thrifted, clicking with each of his steps. A cow print vest, and just a vest, over what looked to be an oiled chest. 

And that fucking hat smashing down his curls, adding a shadow across his face that only built into the illusion. 

You hate him. You hate this stupid party. You hate Steve for ever suggesting this. 

“You don’t mean that,” he sing-songs as he pours his own drink into a red solo cup. The vodka mixes with cranberry juice, you think, before he’s dropping a few ice cubes out of the freezer. “Or maybe you do, and I should try saying them with a southern drawl,” Fuck, he does a good southern accent. Slow and syrupy sweet, molasses down the throat as he flutters his lashes at you, “That better, darlin’?” 

You pluck the thin black straw that had been added to your cup for flare, probably stolen from a hotel at some point by Steve and positively meant for drinks of the coffee variety, and flick it in his direction without hesitation. 

“Terrible,” you flatly lie, “Cowboys aren’t even from the south, idiot. They’re from the West.” 

You have no desire to hear Eddie’s Western accent. No desire to hear Texan twang on those lips, putting on his best John Wayne impression. In fact, the faster you can get away from him, the quicker you can get yourself under control. 

It had always been this way between you and Eddie. Push and pull. Will they, won’t they. A game of cosmic shores as the two of you toed at each other’s orbits and bantered effortlessly. Flirtatious threats, inappropriate compliments, lewd innuendos – you had done it all, specifically with Eddie.

That’s just how the friendship worked. 

The friendship. 

Friend. Nothing more, nothing less. 

Eddie won’t leave you alone, though, choosing to lean up against the counter beside you, forcing his way into your peripherals, “Damn. You’re right. Wayne would kill me if he knew I mixed that up.” 

“Oh, I think he has plenty of reasons to knock some sense into you.” 

“Yeah?” he leans forward, tauntingly, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth, “Why don’t you do it for him? I think I’d like a slap more coming from you, honestly.”

He’s acting like he always does. This is normal. The fact that his entire torso is on show and you can’t stop staring at the way his tattoo on his peck is shimmering doesn’t change that. 

You play the role, knowing your part well as you lean in as well, forcing a smile right back at him, “Wanna kiss my knuckles before I do it, or am I gonna have to do all the hard work here?” 

“Oh, trust me, you’d never have to do all the work with me, ba-”

“Can you two get a fucking room?” Robin interrupts as she enters the room, clearly coming in for a refill but getting more than she bargained for. 

You’re aflame with the shame and embarrassment, feeling it lick from your ankles up to your throat, as Eddie only chuckles lowly. 

“Sorry, Robs,” Eddie chirps, not sounding apologetic at all, “I promise I’ll behave myself the rest of the night.” 

And yet, despite the words you’re hearing him say out loud, he does the exact opposite. 

There’s no real need for him to do it. There’s plenty of space amongst the kitchen for him to maneuver his way out without laying a single hand on you – and yet he still fucking does. 

His palm is shockingly warm when it curls around your hip, his other hand occupied with a drink, encouraging you to move a step forward so that he can brush behind you far too close for comfort. You nearly stumble over himself as he does it. The feeling of his barren chest barely bumping your bare shoulder blades sends your mind reeling, and his staple rings that have incorporated into his costume press right through the thin fabric of your dress.

Your breathing stops entirely as he pauses, the slightest bit of skin still brushing against yours, and leans in with a boyish grin, “We’ll both be on our best behavior tonight – right, kitty?” 

Something clicks in your mind. The way the nickname rolls off his tongue as he’s looking at you with eyes flaming with mischief, hand lingering on your hip for far too long. 

Your eyes flicker up to the hat on his head, and you smile slowly, meeting his toying gaze, “Right, cowboy.”

Best behavior, your ass. Tonight, you have decided, ends the will they, won’t they of it all. 

It’s about to either be the best night of your life, or the worst. 

—

Another shot with Nancy. Another smoke with Argyle. Another adjusting of Steve’s corset when he complains he can’t breathe (he certainly can, but you’re starting to think he just likes the attention). The pregaming continues on as more of Steve’s friends from work show up, the apartment slowly beginning to buzz with the chatter of more strangers than you can count on one hand.

You’re not even at the club yet and you’re already regretting your revealing attire.

Eddie stays mostly preoccupied with his own devices, and only gets scolded a handful of times by Nancy. You can hear every lewd joke he makes, of course. At some point, you make a private drinking game out of it; a sip for every time he makes the stereotypical joke of ‘save a horse, ride a cowboy’. 

Well, it was a sip the first time. A slightly larger gulp the second time. A chugging of half your drink the third time. 

“There’s no fucking way,” Steve laments at the table the boys as well as a few guests you don’t recognize have taken over for a game of strip poker, “Jonathan is cheating. Or counting cards.”

“I concur,” Eddie mutters around his cigarette, scowling at his losing hand. 

“You’re also cheating, asshole. This is the first round you’ve lost the entire game.”

“Or maybe I’m just really good at cards, Harrington.” 

“Oh, yeah? Well, maybe I’m really good at-”

“He’s not cheating,” Nancy interrupts with a sigh from the couch, lounging as she’s served as a referee of sorts for the group. Her entire body weight is draped against Robin, and you’re certainly not going to comment on Robin’s hands toying with her permed locks, “Stop being a sore loser and just strip.” 

You get why Steve was the most upset. He was down to his underwear and socks, corset tossed somewhere far behind him and bunny ears placed on Robin’s head in place of her pirate hat that she had claimed became too warm. 

“I think Steve should trade both socks and put back on the bunny ears,” she quips as she reaches up for the headband, flicking at one of the floppy ears, “He’d look cuter that way.” 

“Fuck off,” he snaps, throwing up a middle finger as Argyle finally loses his shirt. 

When your attention has drifted, you know he did exactly that, though. 

The game had been boring you half to death, honestly. Watching Steve strip without fail every round, hearing the loud cheers from Argyle when he managed to win a few rounds in a row and exclaimed it was a turkey (it had taken a ten minute intermission to explain to him that was bowling, not poker), watching a few of the girls that Steve had invited fawn over him as they carefully removed boots and gloves when they lost – none of it sparked your interest. The only saving grace had been every smug look Eddie offered as he’d win, time and time again. So far, he’d only lost his boots. 

He was hot when he was cocky. There was no way around it.

And now, as he carefully pondered as to which part of his precious costume to part with, you were on the edge of your seat. He was lovely and enticing when he was excited, when he was jubilant with victory, but as a sore loser? 

Dear God, Eddie Munson was a gorgeous specimen with a pout on his lips. 

“Trying to decide what to take off, Munson?” Jonathan notices the way Eddie is hesitating, even through the offset of conversations that had sparked up in the brief pause amongst the growing group.

You lean forward on the couch, almost subconsciously. 

You don’t care what Stacy from Steve’s job thinks of their manager or the latest drama ongoing there, and Steve would probably agree with you if it weren’t for Stacy’s all-red, latex Devil costume.

Eddie scoffs, waving a hand over his attire, “Obviously. You know, it’s not easy to choose when you have a costume as damn good as mine.” 

“What? Don’t think you’ll be as pretty without your hat?” you decide to contribute to the teasing, shocking yourself in the process. 

The last thing you should do when you’re staring him down in this way, is bring attention to yourself. And yet you were, like some fucking idiot with a death wish. 

“You think I’m pretty?”

It’s the fluttering of his lashes as he says it that gives you the courage. They match all that fluttering in your stomach, all that buzzing across your nerves. Because – yeah, you thought he was real fucking pretty. You’d spent the last half hour imagining how pretty he’d look in all sorts of places, too, especially between your sheets and between your thighs. 

You’re up off the couch, taking confident steps towards where he’s seated at the ground on the other side of the coffee table. It’s a little inconvenient now, but it had been a blessing in disguise for most of the game as you’d had a front row seat to the sight of him. 

“Oh, don’t get ahead of yourself,” you tease, entirely ignoring that lightheaded feeling you get anytime Eddie looks up at you this way. Half-lidded eyes, crooked grin. He’s dangerous and he doesn’t even know it, “I only meant you were pretty with the hat.” 

“You wound me,” he gasps, dropping back on his hands dramatically, his pout now for dramatics rather than genuine, “Gonna stand there and tell me I’m not pretty when I dressed up just for you?”

You have to take a deep breath to compose yourself, cross your arms to steady your guard, “Just for me?” 

He was playing that same old, tired game of yours. The same dance the two of you had memorized the steps to – and something inside of you has grown restless of it. You don’t want to keep skirting around each other with double-meaning jokes, you don’t want to keep painting humor over your flirtatious remarks. You want a damn answer to the age old question of will they, won’t they?

And you want that answer to be will they – terribly, terribly so.

His eyes trail along the room slowly, not avoiding you but trying to draw out the anticipation in you as he sucks in a breath, “Okay, and maybe for Steve. And Nancy. And Argyle. And Jonathan. And- Well, I’d say Robin, but I don’t think she’s looked twice in my direction all night.” 

“I haven’t,” the brunette chirps happily from the couch, still letting the weight of Nancy comfortably dig into her. 

You have no idea how she’s tuned into the conversation, given the way most of everyone else around the room was entirely ignoring the two of you. 

“So,” you all but purr, leaning down to be more level with Eddie. You already know where his focus wanders when his eyes don’t meet yours, “Not just for me, cowboy.” 

He’s distracted, staring at your chest as you notice him slip up in his brave facade for a second. Almost as though you’ve gone too far, pushed the limits a bit too hard. Good. You want to break this. You want to shatter whatever cage the two of you have built.

In one smooth movement, your hand reaches out and snatches the hat right off his head. 

He lets out a yelp and tries to grab it away from you, but you have the advantage as you stand up straight once more. Your free hand reaches up and tears off the cat ears you had donned, and in their place, the hat is deposited. 

It fits you a little big, and you nearly make a joke about the size of Eddie’s head. 

“Hey!” he argues, moving as though he might stand up and put up more of a fight, “I didn’t say the hat is what I wanted to take off.” 

“Took too long,” you shrug innocently. 

“Yeah, well, just carefully add it to the pile,” he jabs his thumb over his shoulder, towards his boots, as he relaxes back into his recline.

You should probably behave yourself. 

“No.”

But this is more fun. 

Eddie’s eyebrows shoot up in shot, disappearing behind the bangs that are flattened far more than usual. The entire crown of his head is absolutely crushed. No sign of his usual frizzy roots and unruly volume, “No?”

“No,” you confirm a second time. 

And you’re done with this game of back and forth. 

The hat’s staying on your head. It smells ever so faintly of his shampoo, the slightest whiff of his cologne even, and it’s staying on your head for the exact reason he believes is about to be a gotcha! moment.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he’s just tipsy enough that he’s not putting on any specific accent. Instead, his natural Appalachian accent inherited from his uncle begins to break the surface, “Surely you know about the hat rule.” 

Damn right, you know about the hat rule.

You cross your arms, huff a little, tilt the hat for effect, “The hat rule? Please, enlighten me.” 

“You wear the hat, you ride the cowboy.” 

Perfect. 

You don’t even attempt any sort of surprised act. No exaggerated gasps, no fumbling to remove the hat. You knew all about this rule, and it had been one of the first things to come to mind when you’d seen him enter this damn party with the hat on. 

“Yeah?” you question, mocking raising your eyebrows at best, “Hm. What a shame.”

And then you turn on your heel, not awaiting a single response from Eddie as you escape to the kitchen.

You almost wish you would have stayed an extra second to properly witness his reaction. There’s no doubt in your mind that he’s gone pretty and pink, a flustered mess for at least a second as low laughter sounds from the rest of your friends. A tell-tale snort from Robin, and a silent cackle from Nancy. You swear you even pick up on one of the extra guests muttering a confused what just happened? that goes entirely unanswered.

Strip poker doesn’t continue on for long after that.

You refill your drink, this time sans the alcohol, and return to find Steve has officially begun to call for cabs to the club. He busies away on his phone as everyone debates who’s riding with who, the entire party slowly coming to life as everyone stands to prepare to leave for the main attraction. 

When you meet Eddie’s gaze from across the room, the shadow of the brim of his hat cutting into your vision a little, his cheeks match the cranberry juice in your cup. 

Good. 

—

The ride to the club is a blur, and all that really stands out to you is that Eddie makes sure he does not ride in the same cab as you.

Which is fine. Really. It doesn’t cause a single spark of panic in your chest. Not one. 

You’re definitely not working yourself up over the thought that your plan is crumbling right before your eyes, that you’ve gone too far and entirely misinterpreted everything Eddie has ever done during your entire friendship. You’re not mulling over every dirty joke, not dissecting every single line that felt like he was flirting with you and attempting to look at it with fresh eyes. No, the entire ride to the club, you are definitely not beating a dead horse dead. 

Maybe you should have set off to ride the dead horse and not the cowboy. Maybe, then, Eddie would have gotten into the fucking cab with you. 

Your anxieties only worsen once you get inside the club. Pulsing beneath your skin, right in rhythm with the music. Your entire group had each been handed a drink ticket on your way in, and you had noted the fact that the girls of the group were slipped extra tickets. 

Nancy had given all her tickets to Robin, and Steve had given his singular ticket to Stacy. 

“So,” Robin runs up to your side, Nancy not far behind, “Do we waste our drink tickets on shots or real drinks?” 

“Real drinks,” you immediately reply, eyes scanning the bouncing crowd for a certain head of curly hair, “Shots are… well, they can be cheap. We can just avoid the top-shelf shit.”

Was Eddie really going to ignore you the entire night? 

He needed his hat. He couldn’t ignore you the entire night. 

“You’re right,” Robin shuffles the drink tickets in her hands, turning to Nancy, “On a scale of one to ten, how bad would it be me to ask you to flirt with men to get me-”

“Give me ten minutes and I’ll have us a round.” 

Nancy’s smile is sweet, courteous, as she gives Robin’s shoulder a squeeze on her way past her. 

Where the fuck is Eddie? 

“Did you see where the guys ran off to?” you blurt out. Most of the guys, aside from Steve, took the same cab. 

Robin also joins you in a quick survey of the club, lifting onto her tippy toes to squint over the current light show, “Honestly? I have no idea.” 

Fuck. 

As she drops back down onto her heels, Robin looks at you knowingly, eyes flicking up between your twisted expression and the hat on your head. 

“Trying to find a certain cowboy?” 

“What?” you look at her, already defensive, even if it was stupid at this point. Who cares if everyone knows you have a crush on Eddie? Who cares if everyone finds out the very foundations of your friendship with him were built upon quite a bit of truth? “I mean- yeah, he kind of needs his hat to complete his outfit.” 

“Should have just given him your ears for an even trade,” Robin shrugs, clinging to your elbow to avoid getting separated as a few bodies push past the two of you, “I’m sure he’ll pop up soon enough, though. Besides, I don’t think anyone’s too focused on what everyone’s costumes are as long as they’re… well…”

“Slutted out,” you finish for her flatly, trying to not get jealous as your eyes look across the sweaty crowd, stomach churning as you wonder how many other sexy black cats in the crowd would be approaching your cowboy. 

You fucked up. You shouldn’t have taken his hat. 

“Exactly!” she’s excited, unaware of your crisis, already moving along from the topic as she spots Nancy somewhere near the bar top, “Look, free shots!” 

The free shots don’t do much to quell your unease, but free alcohol is always nice.

You take the liquid down, burn and all, more than willingly. And then again, not even five minutes later when Nancy has caught the attention of another random man at the end of the bar. You almost partake in a third, but you finally hear a familiar voice saying a far too familiar joke. 

“You know what they say,” he’s flirting – he’s using a tone of voice that he has never used with you, and it’s clear he’s fucking flirting, “Save a horse, ride a cowboy.” 

Instead of continuing your drinking game from Steve’s apartment, you slam the shot back down and mutter some sorry excuse of being right back to Robin and Nancy before taking off in the direction of Eddie.

He’s stood a few stools down at the bar, hands leaning against the worn wood as his arms bracket a pretty blonde. It almost looks as if the line might be working on her. 

“If you’re a cowboy,” she giggles, and you almost stop dead in your tracks, “Then where’s your hat?” 

Well, that’s as good of a queue for your arrival if any. 

“Good question,” you pipe up as you take a few brave steps towards him, “Where is your hat, cowboy?” 

You’d expected him to be angry, or startled, or possibly even immediately take off running in the opposite direction of you. He doesn’t. 

He slowly turns, and his flirtatious smile has turned into more of a salacious grin as he faces you, “Well, well, well. Nice of you to join us, Kitty.” 

The blonde looks between you two a few times before shimmying down off her stool, “I think…. I’m gonna go. Nice to meet you, cowboy.”

You expect Eddie to react, but he hardly does. A quick glance in her direction, a pathetic wave. 

You’ve just trampled over one of his chances of getting properly lucky tonight, and he isn’t even phased. 

“Been lookin’ for you,” you mumble, looking over him. His hair seems to have been unstuck from his scalp a little, at least. As though he may have been running his hands through it repeatedly, “Thought you might have gone home without your hat.” 

“Not a chance. I haven’t forgotten about the rule, you know.” 

Something twists in you, deep in your gut, between your hips. 

“No?” you hold your breath as he leans in a bit closer to you to be able to hear over the music, “Good thing I haven’t either.” 

He tilts his head, eyes glittering in the multi-colored lights, “You haven’t? Then that means you’ll be giving it back, right?” 

Over my dead body. 

You’re on a mission tonight. You’ll either be ending this night in sore disappointment, drinking away your sorrows of rejection, or you’ll be ending up in a bed with Eddie. It’s up to him. 

You lift a hand to the worn rim, tugging it a bit more securely onto your head, “Not a chance, Munson. You know where to find me once you’re done playing around.”

As soon as your fingers leave the rim, holding tense eye contact with him, his own hand is coming up. You tense, worried he’s about to steal the hat back now, but he doesn’t. Instead, his fingers pinch the same spot yours just had, slow tracing over the rim as his tongue darts out to carefully wet his bottom lip. 

From the front point, around to the side. When he reaches the bit above your ear, his touch drops to your cheek and tucks back some of the baby hairs sticking to your skin with sweat. 

“I do, don’t I?” he hums, voice dropping a bit lower, focused entirely on you. “I don’t think I’m the one playing around right now, though, Kitty.” 

Does he think you’re joking? Does he actually, genuinely think this is all a game to you? 

You nearly make the decision to grab him right there, right at this moment, and shatter all the tension. Get his lips on yours and drag him into the darkest corner just to prove to him how serious you truly were. 

Suddenly, his hand drops away from you entirely, and you almost want to whine. You miss that warmth, that feathery caress, until it aches. “It’s okay, though. Always knew cats were playful things.” 

Is there a dark corner somewhere near you two? Is there a dark hallway to drag him into? Just enough shadow to cover all the sins you’re desperate to commit, just enough light to see that blush rise across his cheeks again. 

“I’m not playing,” you whisper, eyes drifting down to his hand cradling a glass. Something deep and russet, just like his eyes. Likely whiskey. You wonder if you’d be able to taste it all over his tongue before you had him putting it to work where you need him most right now. “Whenever you get that through your big head, come find me.” 

“Big head?” he throws his head back in a laugh, and the tension mists away in seconds. “Who says I have a big head?” 

“I do, as the one wearing your hat,” you readjust it for emphasis. 

You thought the tension had misted away until he’s smirking, tsking a little, “Oh, thought you meant the other one.” 

It’s a replay of the scene in Steve’s apartment, but this time, the roles are reversed. You’re the one left in shock, mouth agape, as Eddie spins around and walks away, leaving you to sit with what he’s just said. 

“Bastard,” you breathe out as you watch him disappear in the crowd, eyes locked on his broad shoulders until one too many bodies separate the two of you. 

A bastard you want awfully, terribly, bad. 

—

You wish you could say you threw back drink, after drink, after drink. You wish you could say you danced with a hundred different beautiful strangers, and each one strayed your mind farther from Eddie. 

You wish you could say you did anything but what the reality of your night had been.

A few men had approached you, only to be turned down repeatedly. Most of your night was spent all but moping at the bar, eyes diligently scanning the bouncing crowd for a certain curly haired figure that seemed to escape you. One moment, you’d catch him pressed against a flirty stranger, hands holding onto whatever bare skin was available to him. And then, his eyes would find yours, and there would be a spark; a wink, a smile, a whisper across a bustling room daring you to come out and play with him. 

You never did. You’d look away, take a sip of your plain coke, and wait a few seconds until it was safe to look back and find him seemingly vanished. 

That in itself had started to become a game. Just like the hat, weighing heavy on your head. 

You’re starting to accept that maybe you had just been a bit too brave. You’d jumped the gun, flown feet first into cold and ragged waters you weren’t prepared to navigate. You knew you wanted a change with Eddie, but were you ready? If you had been, you would have accepted one of his various invites. Would have strode across the room, shoved away whatever man or woman he was dancing with, and slotted yourself into their place. You would have been swaying your hips in rhythm with his rather than allowing him to cycle through strangers, and you’d be reminding him that you wore his hat. 

You’d be the one bringing up the hat rule to him consistently, not him to you. 

When the night begins to wane, you’ve already talked yourself out of it all. 

“I’m heading out,” you announce to Robin when she finally returns back to where you’ve sat at the bar to babysit their drinks, hopping down from the stool before she could argue, “I’m getting way too tired.” 

“What?” your friend gasps, face pink from the heat of being in the crowd, a shimmering sheen of sweat across her forehead, “No! Stay! We can take turns watching the drinks, or just-”

“Robs,” you smile as sweetly as possible, patting yourself down to make sure you have all your belongings. A whistle sounds from a group down the way at the bar, and you ignore them, “It’s seriously okay. You’re having fun! I’m just a senior citizen who needs some sleep. My bedtime was like…. An hour ago.” 

You highly doubt you’ll be getting any rest when you return to your apartment. Maybe some confidence can be built out of fantasies, letting your hands wander and sheets catch fire with all that could have been if you hadn’t talked yourself out of your perfect plan. 

Maybe, imagining Eddie’s hot hands on you rather than getting to properly feel them will light a damn fire under your ass for the next opportunity that arises. 

“I…” she sighs, glancing over her shoulder in the general direction of Nancy, “Okay, fine. But do we want to do brunch or something tomorrow?” 

Not a chance, you think rather quickly, eyes scanning once more for the metal-head-turned-cowboy. Not if Eddie’s going to be there.

“Sure,” you lie, already knowing he will be there, “Just text me.” 

With that, you make your grand escape. 

Borrowed hat on head, phone in hand, you push your way out of the club with a newfound determination. You want to get home and take off this uncomfortable dress, finally do away with the thigh highs that have been rolling down at the most inconvenient of times, driving you insane the entire night. Trade the sexy attire for something comfy – stay true to the cat essence as you curl up beneath your blankets for the night. Hang that damn cowboy hat on your door as a cursed reminder-

“Where do you think you’re going, Kitty?” 

You stop a few feet short of the curb, a cab ordered as you turn to find that bastard leaning against the wall. Cigarette smoke is still clinging to the air around him as he looks at you curiously. 

“Home,” you shrug, trying to ignore your pounding heart. You’d figured you wouldn’t see him again tonight, that your fate had been sealed. “What are you doing out here?” 

“Smoke break,” he lifts his hand with the cigarette pinched between two fingers casually, pushing off the wall to come closer, “It’s hard work, keeping you entertained all night.” 

You scoff, falling back into what’s almost a normal rhythm for you two, “You were not the one keeping me entertained all night.” 

“I hardly saw you dance with anyone at all.” 

“I did!” you try to defend yourself, deciding this could be fine. Some casual conversation as you wait for your ride, a way to pass the time. This is fine. “Robin dragged me out into the crowd at least twice.” 

“I watched you swat a guy’s hands away not once, but three times.” 

“Unsolicited touching isn’t a compliment. He should have taken the hint the first time.” 

Eddie nods in eager agreement, taking another drag of his cigarette, “Damn right. If he had gone in for a fourth try, I was considering dragging him out here for an early smoke break.” 

“Why do I highly doubt it would just be a smoke break?” you question, glancing at him with a smile. Scandalous plans aside for the night, embarrassment swallowed down whole, it’s nice to remember that Eddie is a friend. Albeit a bit flirty, and capable of driving you fucking insane, but he’s a friend.

And maybe that isn’t the worst thing in the world. 

“Oh, no, yeah. You’d be posting my bail.”

“Why me?”

“Because you’ve got my hat, ” he reaches out and flicks the brim with his free hand, and you freeze up a little. You had hoped he wouldn’t mention it again, “Kind of makes me your problem until the end of the night. Speaking of….” 

You already know what he’s about to request as he trails off. This is it. You either give up the bit, hand the hat back over, and go home for the night – or you make one final attempt to get what you had wanted.

Eddie. You wanted Eddie, as more than a friend. 

“I’m gonna need that back, sweetheart.”

At least he’s asking politely, you consider, before it hits you why he’s asking rather than taking. 

The looks across the room. The way he’d been unbothered by the girl he’d been flirting with running off at your appearance. The way he never just took back that fucking hat when he’d been provided ample opportunity. 

He thinks it’s a game for you, and keeps bringing it up, because it isn’t for him. He’s giving you one last chance to back out, or to stand your ground. To say you really want this. 

And fuck, you really want this. 

“Nope,” you lean into his space, pressing closer, fully committed. Your phone dings with the notification of your ride approaching, and you fully ignore it. “My hat now, cowboy.” 

He quirks an eyebrow, and you hear the crunch of gravel behind you. Your ride. “Is that so?” 

“Yep.”

Another ding, another buzz of your phone.

Go ahead. Bring up the hat rule. 

“That your ride?” he asks, tilting his chin in the direction of the car. 

You glance over your shoulder, “Pretty sure it is, yeah.” 

“And you remember the hat rule?” 

Your stomach twists with excitement. Your previous pity party is long forgotten – you’re still hoping to get out of this dress, but you highly doubt you’ll be slipping anything on after it. “I do.”

“Great,” those hot hands you’d been fantasizing about the entire night suddenly reach out to you, gripping your hips tightly as he tugs you into his body. You collide with his chest as he leans down and whispers in your ear, “In that case, that’s my pussy now.” 

His lips linger against the shell of your ear an extra second, warm breath sending chills up your spine before he’s keeping an arm around your shoulders as he guides you to the car. His cologne and the scent of tobacco is suffocating, and you crave to drown in it. You want him to consume you; you want him to take over every breath you breathe, every move you make, to finally get those hot hands and lips everywhere you’ve only dreamt of. 

You barely hear him confirm with the driver that it is in fact your ride – you can only focus on that hand on your lower back, palm heavy on you as his thumb traces arcs that nearly spend you spiraling. 

“After you, kitty,” he murmurs, motioning for you to slide into the backseat first. 

In that case, that’s my pussy now.

You hope he ruins you. 

In the backseat of the ride, it’s all polite distance and hands to yourself. You can’t even make eye contact with the driver, terrified he might be able to mindread and see all the filthy thoughts racing through your head. 

Eddie between your thighs, mouthing at your hips. 

Eddie hovering over you, pulling your knees to your chest as he stretches you out. 

Eddie, proving that your pussy is in fact his for the night. That it was made for him, sculpted out to fit the curvature and every single vein of him. 

Eddie simply fucking your brains out. 

Some polite conversation is exchanged, mostly between Eddie and the driver. The classic questioning of how the night has gone, small talk that buzzes in your ears mindlessly. 

The entire time, you can see Eddie’s hand in the space between you two, fingers tapping away at dark leather incessantly. His rings shimmer like a siren calling to you. 

It’s a small movement, when your own hand drops near his. You keep your eyes trained forward once you begin your mission, inching your pinky closer and closer until it finally collides with his. You swear, you feel him fully jump out of his seat. 

Slowly warming the water, you start off simple – playing with his fingers. Gentle caresses over his knuckles, little pricks to the pads of his fingers. He tries to capture your hand in his, but you have bigger plans at play here. 

You’ve spent the entire fucking night waiting for this. You’re going to have fun with it. 

He huffs after you deter his second attempt at properly holding hands, his knees falling apart a little further. You twist at the ring on his middle finger, a clunky skull you’ve always admired. It has minimal signs of wear, probably pure silver if you had to guess, and you can only imagine how cold it’s going to feel against your skin. 

You can only imagine the imprints it’ll leave if he grabs your hips just right. 

“You know,” the driver hums mindlessly over the low volume of the radio, “You guys are my first ride of the night, surprisingly. Thought it might be busier with all the parties and clubs, but I think it’s just barely picking up now.”

“Yeah?” Eddie asks politely, nodding as he looks out his window. Perfect, “I think you’re right. It is getting pretty late-”

He’s entirely distracted, your hand out of his line of sight as it moves in on its target. 

His thigh. 

Just a few inches above his knee, your hand grips at what is clearly sensitive flesh. You watch his entire body turn to stone when you do it, and he moves his head quickly to look in your direction. 

You’re looking straight ahead. 

There had been a time, a few weeks ago, where you’d learned Eddie had… sensitive knees. You’d been joking around about one thing or another, and when your palms had gripped at them through the torn fabric of ripped jeans, he’d nearly launched himself across the room. He just kept insisting they were ticklish, that that skin was just delicate.

You’d seen the tent in his jeans then. You’d just been a bit more polite, a bit better behaved that day. 

“What are you doing?” he hisses in a whisper, reaching for your hand, but you’re quick to slide it even higher. 

His hips jump a little, and the driver is none the wiser. 

“Nothing,” you innocently say, still looking ahead, watching the passing streetlights with intense interest. “Absolutely nothing at all.” 

The entire ride, at every red light, your hand inches higher. 

And every time, you relish the way he squirms in your peripherals.

By the time you’re five minutes out from your place, you’ve riled him up to impossible heights. Every little noise has him on edge, constant twitching and shifting in his seat as he tries to get you to just look at him. You know he’s catching every sly smile that attempts to creep up on your lips – you’re pathetically failing at every turn to cover them up. 

You think you have him like putty in your palms as you give yet another squeeze to his thigh, fingers starting to dance up even higher. When your eyes flicker to his crotch for just a second, you see him straining against that tight leather. 

And then he flips the script. 

You’re so focused on your own goals, you never see that ringed hand creep to your own thigh. It’s not until cool metal nips at you, briefly, before you feel the warmth of his hand overtake, that you realize the predicament you’ve gotten into. 

Just as your hand was beginning to skim over his crotch, Eddie’s hand found solace between the meat of your thighs. Even as you try to clench them together, deny him the access he was seeking out, he finds his way in. Scandalous fingers dipping under the hem of your dress, fighting fire with fire when he lets his middle finger brush across the fabric of your underwear. 

Your touch from him nearly retracts entirely. 

“What?” he leans in closer to you, the driver still focused on the road, “Don’t like a taste of your own medicine?”

As he says it, his fingers dip lower. Hovering right over your protected clit, making your entire abdomen clench. 

You swallow hard, a bit of your jagged pride somewhere amongst the spit as you turn your head to look at him, “I don’t know what you mean.” 

“Still playing games I see.” 

In sync, the two of you lock eyes as you continue to test waters. You apply pressure with your palm and note the way his breathing hitches, and he draws a feather-light circle around the wet patch forming in your underwear. You can feel your bottom lip quiver as you try to refuse to give him any satisfaction, but when he’s this close, it’s a hopeless battle.

When had he gotten so near you? What happened to all that static distance from when you’d first crawled into the backseat?

You’re trying to only focus on your own hand. Eyes darting to guarantee the driver is still oblivious as you roll the heel of your hand harder against the seam of his pants, and biting your lip to hold back a successful grin when he has to cover a gasp with a cough. It’s all fun and games until the action is rewarded with his payback; his knuckle curling up against your cunt through your panties, pressing in hard before slowly sliding his way up, up, up. 

He deliberately stops when he catches on your clit, and you’re the one coughing now. 

“Had enough?” he mutters under his breath, looking at you with half-lidded eyes. He looks good in this lighting, flashes of the streetlights bathing him in soft yellow, headlights of other cars fluttering in through the windshield as they hit his brown eyes just right to bronze them. 

“Never.”

You almost think you’ve won when his knuckle pulls back. 

But suddenly, his entire hand is cupping your cunt, two fingers pressing against your fluttering hole as another drags up your slit slowly once more. This time, when he reaches your clit, he continues moving in small circles. 

You have to bite your lip to hold back any noises, eyes closing for just a second as you hear him huff out a laugh. 

The final damnation is when he brings his lips to your bare shoulder, merely grazing your skin with them as he mumbles, “You sure about that, Kitty?” 

You clench around nothing, and you know when he feels it from where his fingers remain pressed against you. His own hand twitches as the finger circling your clit stutters for a moment. 

“I-”

“We’re here!” the driver says, not having looked into the backseat yet as he finds a safe place to pull the car into. In an instant, you and Eddie remove your hands from each other. You’re both visibly flustered – you can feel how warm your cheeks have gotten, and you can see clouds of pink splattering over Eddie’s chest and neck. 

“Thanks,” Eddie is the one to speak up as the car comes to a halt, not even waiting for the driver to put the vehicle in park as he throws the door open. 

A bit rushed, but still polite as ever before he’s grabbing you by your bicep to pull you out of the cramped space right along with him. 

You can hardly muster a weak wave to the man as Eddie is dragging you towards your apartment building, knees still a bit weak and mind still blank after getting a taste of your own medicine, as Eddie had put it. 

He doesn’t let go of you until you’re at your front door, those cursed shaking hands of yours fumbling with your key ring. 

“Here, let me-” he starts to offer, reaching for the keys that continue to clank together, just as you find the one you’re looking for. 

“I’ve got it-” you try to cut him off, just as you drop the fucking keys in your haste. “Shit.” 

You quickly drop to the ground to grab them, pausing once you have the metal digging into your palms once more. There’s no real reason for you to do it, but you do – you take a second to look up at Eddie from this position, and nearly drool at the sight of it.

Him, standing over you, still a bit flushed and still visibly uncomfortable in his pants. Pretty curls a mess and lips darkening from how much he’s been biting them. 

You want him to ruin you. You want him to absolutely, entirely and utterly destroy you.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he laughs, chest heaving a bit as he watches you carefully, pupils slowly growing in the dim light of your building’s hallway. 

You can see his bare torso clenching, the twitch of his hands at his sides – the same fingers that had just been caressing you over your underwear in the backseat of a stranger’s car. 

“Like what?” you’re dragging out the moment, taking time to appreciate the sight of him. 

“Like you want me to just press you up against the wall and fuck you out here, for everyone to see.” 

That’s a new one. That’s a vision that hadn’t come to you in all your dirtiest dreams of the night. 

It sends your clit throbbing. 

You rise slowly, pushing the hat back a bit to see him better, keeping your voice quiet so your neighbors won’t hear as you ask, “Would you? If I asked nicely?” 

He doesn’t let out a laugh, but a breath of air, like you’ve just sucked all of the oxygen out of his lungs. 

No need to say it – you know he would. You probably wouldn’t even have to ask nicely. 

You’re staring at him when he finally moves, one hand snatching your keys out of your hand and the other gripping you around the waist. Back to pulling you, man-handling you to get you right where he wants you – where he needs you. 

One second, you’re pressed against his body in the hallway. The next, he’s managed to unlock your front door and throw you both into the safety of your apartment. 

Hidden from the world, and you’re still reeling as you wonder what it’d be like for the entire building to witness you calling out his name. Or him calling out your name. 

Here within these four walls, Eddie has put some space between the two of you, staring with blown out eyes and a shaking chest as he breathes out, “Sweetheart.”

A few seconds pass, the two of you just standing there, the click of the front door’s lock being the only thing echoing in the silence. If you focused over the roar of the blood pounding in your ears, you might catch every single gasp of his as he stares in awe – but your focus is elsewhere. Far away and out of grasp for the time being. You can only think of one thing, and one thing only. 

Your body isn’t your own as you move to get exactly what you want; you drop to your knees hard enough that you should cringe at the thought of the pain that will linger, possibly for days, but it doesn’t even cross your mind as your hands begin to fumble with Eddie’s pants. The oversized, gaudy belt buckle is in your way, glinting at you as if mocking the way your shaking hands can’t undo it fast enough. You’re about to give up and just start unzipping the leather pants, desperate to get your hands, and your mouth, and your eyes on him properly, when he stops you. 

“Hey,” he sounds breathless - he is breathless - as his own hands quiver a bit and grab onto yours, “Hey, hey, hey. Slow down.”

Those hands let go of your wrists and reach for the hat, and you’re quick to try and swat them away only for him to grab at you, surprisingly gentle, as he drags you back up to your feet. 

“Wear the hat, ride the cowboy – right?” you insist, chin held high, your gaze refusing to waver from his. 

His slow and buttery grin makes you lightheaded, his low chuckle sends shakes through every nerve and bone. “That’s right, but maybe the cowboy wants to take his time. Ever think of that, hm?” 

Were you moving too fast? Were you going to scare him off? 

Small, baby steps are taken by Eddie, the click of his heels shattering against your wooden floors until his hips are flush with yours. 

And - oh.

Oh. 

That surely didn’t feel like you were scaring him off. 

You could feel the outline of his cock, hard against your hip, as he gives a little roll. He catches his bottom lip between his teeth, nostrils flaring with a hard breath, and the fear leaves as quickly as it had arrived. 

He wants this. You want him. 

“I’m not a very patient person,” you murmur, eyes glued to his lips now as his head leans in closer, and his hands begin to explore your body. Taking their time as they travel down your arms from where he’d held onto your biceps, slowing as they reach your wrists. Even the press of his thumb against the sensitive inner skin there sends jolts up your spine, little gasps attempting to escape your mouth. 

His fingers tangle loosely with your own for a few moments before his palms find your hips, and he continues his journey. 

“That’s okay,” he whispers back, close enough now that his lips have begun to brush against your own. His nose bumps yours as his hands skate up over your ribcage, thumb sweeping out over the hill of your breast and intentionally avoiding your nipple, “I can teach you, baby.”

Your mouth finally collides with him at the words, nearly going limp in his arms at the words. 

You’ve thought about kissing Eddie for a while now. Every time a snarky remark fell from his lips, you’d wonder how his tongue might taste afterwards. Every time he’d pout his lips at one of your comebacks, or blow a kiss teasingly in your direction from across a room, you’d wonder how hard you might have to bite down to make him bleed. Every drag of a cigarette you’d witnessed, every hard gasp in faux offense, every breathless chuckle at a joke he didn’t want to find funny but did – you had spent a lot of time wondering what it might be like to steal all the air from his lungs, to kiss him until the two of you were both blue in the face. 

“Can’t the lesson wait until tomorrow?” you mumble against him as his mouth, your own fists now gripping onto the lapels of his vest. His hands have reached your shoulders, memorizing the outlines of the curve of your neck where it meets your collarbones, the slope of your chest as you take hot and heavy breaths. 

“Nope,” he insists, pulling back from the kiss, a little bit of spit on his pink lips, “But it’s nice to know you’re thinking about tomorrow.” 

A hand finally finds your chin and pinches it carefully between his thumb and fingers, a careful grip on you to angle you just right so he can all but devour you. Lips, tongues, teeth – it’s a messy ordeal, and you almost make a smart-ass remark that this kiss doesn’t feel very patient. 

But you can’t. Eddie’s taken away all your breaths, all your words, as he starts to guide you backwards. 

Your knees hit the cushions of your sofa, making you jump back from him with a gasp, palms going flat against his chest. 

He feels good. Tender skin soft to the touch beneath your hand, tattoos tempting to trace the outline of. Later. 

“Figured you might want a more comfortable ride,” he laughs against you, breath smelling ever so faintly of mint and whiskey washing over you, before he dips to mouth away at your neck.

You drop back onto the sofa, bite your tongue on a comment about how this cheap piece of furniture most definitely wasn’t the most comfortable option, simply eager at the fact he was letting this move along. 

You want him, you need him, and you have no time for patience. 

His exploration of touches have lit you aflame, and you’re growing a bit desperate at this point. It might be pathetic, it should be embarrassing, but you really don’t care. 

“By all means,” you break out of his hold entirely, catching the way his hand holding your chin lingers a few extra seconds, reluctant to let you go, “Take your seat, Cowboy.” 

He joins you on the couch, eyes never leaving yours even as he throws himself down. Knees spread wide, inviting lap on show, cock still straining against his pants. 

The best seat in the house, as far as you’re concerned. 

“You just gonna keep starin’,” he mocks lightly, looking you over slowly. Taking his time, you suppose, “Or you gonna get over here?” 

His words are all you need. You’re quick to climb onto his lap, swinging your legs so that each thigh brackets his hips, your cunt pressing down on crotch carelessly. You love the way it feels – the outline of him hard against you, the cooling effect of the leather, the sharp edges of the zipper catching just right. 

“There,” he huffs out, grabbing onto you when you give the slightest roll of your hips, “Now we’re both in our seats.” 

When you go to press down harder, guiding yourself over his lap, hands steadying you by gripping his shoulders, he surprises you by his hips jumping up to meet your slow rhythm.

“What happened to being patient?” you try to tease him right back as your forehead meets his, hat comically struggling to stay on between the two of you, “Thought you were gonna take your time with me-”

“Between you and me, I’m not gonna last,” he pants out, hands finding your hips. Those rings you’d been fantasizing of leaving an imprint on you are doing just that as he guides you, “Been dreaming of you too long, sweetheart. Wanted this for so long.” 

Your heart nearly stops. Your hips stutter, pausing as his words rush over you. 

“What?” 

Your head lifts away from his completely, grip on his shoulders tightening. 

He’s wanted this, too? This entire time? 

Eddie takes your pause as a bad thing, a terrible omen as his face pales, “I mean- I just-”

“Munson,” you say lowly, narrowing your eyes at him, “You’re telling me, this entire time, you’ve been flirting with me?” 

Had that tone he used with the girl at the bar been flirting as you’d thought, or simple for show? You’d so cluelessly assumed he’d never used that tone with you because he’d never genuinely flirted with you – and yet, it seems, he’d never used that tone because he’d been genuinely flirting with you. 

“I-” his cheeks are brilliant red, and the wide eyes are from something different than lust now, “Maybe?” 

“Maybe?” you almost laugh, throwing your head back. The hat falls off, but Eddie is quick to retrieve it, “My God, we’re fucking idiots.” 

“Hey, I’m not the one who stole my hat-”

“I like you, dumb ass,” you state plainly, “I wanted this for a while, too.” 

He pauses, one arm outstretched as his hand grips onto the hat, “What?” 

“Been thinking about this, too,” your voice drops a little, almost a whisper, even though you two are the only ones in the room. For all you know, you two might be the only two people left in the world with the way he’s looking at you, “Thinking about you and your lips. Thinking ‘bout your hands and the places they’d go,” as you point out every detail, his body seemingly reacts. A lick of his lips, a squeeze of his hand still on your hip, “Thought about your fingers and tongue a lot, too. How good they’d feel inside me.” 

His hips thrust up at that, and suddenly, he’s placing his hat back atop your head. 

That, it seems, was all the encouragement Eddie needed. 

He deals with that belt buckle that had given you hell, bouncing you a bit on his lap as he fumbles with yanking the entire belt off and tossing it to the side. One hand busies with undoing the button and zipper of his jeans, as the other starts to bunch your dress. 

“Nice and slow,” he insists, looking up at you, absolutely vibrant. Somewhere between the tightness between your hips, all the throbbing between your thighs and in your chest, you feel a sort of bubbly delight creeping up along your spine. “Got it, kitty?” 

You nod once. Twice. On the third nod, he cuts you off with a kiss. 

Your dress is up to your waist, and you don’t know how, but he manages to shimmy off his pants without throwing you off his lap entirely. It’s impressive, really. Probably a symptom of him having thought about this, dreamt about this. He’d probably thought up every scenario possible, and was prepared. 

“Oh, and these?” his fingers find the waistband of your panties, tsking a little as he pulls at the elastic and lets it slap back against your skin, “Those definitely have to come off.” 

“Whatever you say, cowboy.” 

You take your time sliding off his lap, making sure to grind against him before you properly lift away. He throws his head back in a groan, Adam’s apple bobbing as you stand up straight. You take that moment to just admire him, capturing the clench of his jaw to memory, the way his eyes screw shut in pleasure at your influence. 

He’s fucking perfect. You’re sure there’s others who disagree, but you’d pay them no mind. He’s perfect, and he’s all yours. 

You make a show of taking off your panties only once he’s properly looking at you once more, craving his eyes on you as you keep all your movements fluid and steady. No rush, exuding all that patience he’d prattled on about. 

You want to see his face when you gently toss the black lacey piece in his direction, watch him fumble with his own desperation to catch them. 

“Seems a bit unfair that I’m the only one undressing,” you hum as you go a step further and begin to shimmy out of the dress.

“Yeah, well,” he grins cheekily at you, fisting your panties, a hand trailing down to the waistband of his boxers as he eyes you, “One of us was showing a bit more skin than the other.”

“Take off the vest, Eddie.” 

Your command is velvet, and he’s quick to obey. His hand stubbornly refuses to let go of your panties as he rushes to shrug out of the thin fabric over his shoulders, tossing the vest to join his pants and your dress on the floor. 

“And the boxers.” 

You stand there, in nothing but his cowboy hat, as you wait pretty and patient for him to listen. And listen he does. 

The moment his boxers are discarded, his cock is standing at attention, leaking from the tip and deep shade of pink that matches his kiss-bitten lips. You think it might be the prettiest color you’ve ever laid eyes on as you watch a drop of  precum slip down his shaft. 

He’s pretty, even in the fucking pants. 

Girthy, thick enough you almost arch your back before you’ve even sunk down on him. All veins and soft skin, a sensitive tip that you’d trace your tongue over for hours if he let you. 

“Gonna just stand there, or are you going to ride your cowboy?” 

He surely meant to sound more cocky, but the words come out as more of a whine as you watch him twitch under your stare. 

He’s right though, and you’d rather get him inside you than spend another second gawking. There will be time to pay more attention to him and his pretty cock tomorrow. Right now, you need to finish this god-forsaken mission. 

Your thighs find his hips just as his hands find yours, choosing to grip the couch rather than his shoulders as you steady yourself. 

Nice and slow, his words echo in your mind. 

You could have prepared yourself more, but you’d already made it clear to Eddie that you are not a patient person. The fact that you even take your time as you sink down on him, going as far as to grab him by his base and guide his tip to smear precum across your clit, is impressive. 

The stretch is a bit painful. A bit much. A bit dizzying. But you refuse to stop as your jaw drops, eyes fluttering shut in ecstasy. 

“Fuck,” you breathe out softly as you feel him fill you, “Fuck, Eddie.” 

“Feel good, baby?” he questions, reaching up to grab your chin just as he had before. Forcing you closer to him, forcing you to look him in the eyes just as he bottoms out. 

You don’t answer him as you both moan out. 

You stay there for a second, unmoving as you swim in the feeling. Feeling him press into the depths of you, the overwhelming warmth and the coil in your abdomen tightening ever so slightly. 

It’s better than you had imagined it. No daydreams could compare to the feeling of Eddie’s cock finally, finally filling you. Stretching you out, making you his. 

“Go ahead,” he grits out, entire body tense, clearly holding out on you, “Ride your cowboy, kitty. Don’t make me ask twice.” 

Nice. And. Slow.

Three little words that ricochet through your mind as you start to slowly bounce on him. Lifting ever so slightly, dropping back down, aching to feel him even deeper inside of you. Feeling the quiver of his thighs to match yours as you repeat the action, gasps and whimpers falling from both your lips. You’re about to try and kiss him, try and swallow all those delicate noises from him, when he stops you. 

“No, no, no,” he’s chuckling, giving your hips a few squeezes before his palms rub down your thighs, the friction sending you on edge, “C’mon, now. We both know that’s not how you ride.” 

His hands rake over your skin, down to your knees, lighting scratching and squeezing along their entire pathway until they make their way back up to your waist and hips. 

“Do it like this, sweetheart.”

He guides you, no longer allowing you to lift up. You sink all the way down on his cock, whining out at the fullness, before he starts the pattern. 

Back and forth. Gentle circles amidst the rocking. Your clit grazes his pubes, and the coil in between your hips has never tightened more quickly. 

The motion feels familiar - like riding a bull. 

This feels right. You still press down, still clench down on him hard enough to make you both slip out obscenities, but it’s getting you there. 

At some point, Eddie’s grip on your hips slips, but it’s fine – you’ve got the rhythm down perfectly. Slow, intermittent figure eights between the rolls of your hips, his occasionally slamming upward to reward you with that deepness you need. You can feel him in your stomach, in your chest, in your throat. 

You get a bit daring, and take one hand to his shoulders, as the other reaches up for the top of the hat on your head. 

Just like a cowboy. 

“Like this?” you pant out between harsher rolls, eliciting curses that continue to grow louder from Eddie. 

“Fuck, baby, yes,” he groans out, head thrown back, mouth open in gratification, “Just like that. Keep- keep going just,” he thrusts up, “Like,” another thrust, “That.” 

You nearly lose balance, falling forward a bit, too stubborn to let go of the hat. There’s a grin glimmering at the corners of your mouth, and it fully blooms when Eddie throws up a hand to catch you .

A hand on your throat. 

He doesn’t squeeze, doesn’t cut off blood flow or breathing. He keeps that warm palm there at the base of your neck, cradling you, holding you. A reminder that he could squeeze if he wanted, that he held you in the palm of his hands currently, but he won’t. 

“You like that?” his eyes shine as he looks up at you, the sight of his rings decorating your neck. 

You nod.

“Tell me with your words,” he commands.

“I like it,” you whimper, looking up further, stretching more of your neck to be vulnerable to Eddie. “I like it so much, baby.” 

When the pet name falls from your lips, you can feel him twitch inside of you. The sudden jut of his hips, the sharp intake of breath. 

“You like that,” you laugh breathlessly, your hand atop the hat the only thing keeping it from falling as you lean your head fully back, eyes beginning to roll back into your head. “Wanna be my baby, Munson?” 

“Always have,” he grunts, the hand on your throat slipping up to cup your face to drag you towards him, “Since the fucking moment I met you, sweetheart.”

When he kisses you, it tastes like the closest to Heaven you might ever get. Soft, plump lips, and an eager tongue. All the wasted time hiding behind jokes and teasing, playing pretend like the flirting was never serious.

It was serious. And if you’d just come clean sooner, you would have had this long ago. 

Your hips are still rolling as your hands begin to roam. You’ve found your balance again, lips pressed to Eddie, and it’s your turn to explore all he has to give you. Your nails graze his stomach when your clit catches once more on that rough thatch of hair against the base of his cock. Your fingers dig into flesh wherever they can find it – his chest, his arms, his hips. At some point, you throw a hand out behind you, grasping for his knee. Learning every curve and every point of his body as he had done for you. 

You wanna memorize the roadmap of him. Take a snapshot in your mind so that next time, none of it is unfamiliar territory. 

Your touch is driving him insane; it doesn’t take a genius to pick up on the way his hips falter to meet your movements, or how he keeps breaking the kiss to gasp, letting his jaw fall slack when he hits a particular deep spot within you. 

It’s when your lips finally trail down the stubble sprouting across his jawline, mouth sucking on the soft skin below his ear, that he’s finally a goner. 

“‘M close,” he gasps out, almost sounding drunk as he slurs through his pants, “Ah, fuck, I’m gonna-”

“Cum for me, Eddie.” 

Maybe it’s the way you had been touching him, or the way your cunt had been fluttering around him, or the persistent rolling of your hips that had become so focused on his pleasure. Maybe it was the sight of you in his hat, looking at him like that. Maybe it was the way his name sounded on your tongue. 

Either way, when Eddie Munson comes undone, he’s beautiful. 

Your own movements slow involuntarily as you gaze starry eyed, watching the way his face scrunches and feeling his grip on you tighten impossibly. Leaving their mark, making you his in yet another way. Warmth fills your cunt and every curse word under the summer sun is falling from his lips. 

Your name, curses, prayers, gratitude – a jumbled mess, and it sounds fucking fantastic when it’s said in Eddie’s desperate tone. 

“Shit,” he gasps out, finally coming back down to Earth, “Shit.”

You sit still on his lap, skin sticky with sweat, lips spread thin in a cheeky grin, “Sounds like I get to keep your hat, cowboy.” 

His eyes shoot open, and for a second, you’re terrified.

Those aren’t the eyes of someone satisfied. 

“You didn’t cum.”

“What?”

“You,” he says, stressing the word as he shifts you off his lap. You don’t miss the way he winces, clearly a bit sensitive, “Did not cum.” 

You hadn’t really noticed, too wrapped up in him to notice your high slipping away from you. You’d been too focused on Eddie: on feeling him cum inside you, on watching him break apart, on tracing the outline of the blood rushing to his cheeks with your eyes and that fresh burst of violet on his neck in the shape of your lips. 

“It’s fine,” you start to argue, feeling the warmth of him leaking down your thighs. You should be a lot more worried about making a mess all over your sofa. You should be, but you aren’t. “I can-”

“You’re not keeping that fucking hat until you cum for me, sweetheart.” 

And, oh, maybe your own orgasm wasn’t racing as far away from you as you’d believed, because those words nearly push you over the edge for him. 

“Get on all fours for me, baby.” 

Yeah. You definitely could still be close. For him.

When you don’t move to follow his command immediately, he’s using those gentle hands to guide you. Encouraging a twist of your hips from how you’re reclining back across the couch, letting you press your cheek down against the cushion.

You open your mouth to argue, to insist it was fine, to say anything, but you’re cut silent when a sudden slap lands on your ass. 

A silent command this time, and you’re finally listening. 

You lift your ass up for him on shaky knees, elbows digging into the cushion now instead of your face. The hat on your head is lopsided, and you almost reach up to fix it when- 

“I’ll be taking that,” For the first time since you’d stolen his hat, Eddie takes it back. Right off your head, too fast for you to protest. When you dig your chin into your shoulder to look back at him, he’s smiling, hat back in its rightful place atop his curls, “You can have it back after you cum for me, at least once.”

“At least once?” you mean to laugh, to sound cocky, but it comes out as more of a squeak. 

He shrugs, leaning forward, his bare chest pressing against the skin of your bare ass – right where an imprint of his hand still sings, “At least. By all means, if you feel the need, don’t hesitate to give me a few. God knows you’ve earned it.” 

You don’t have time to banter back; he retracts before bring his mouth down to your cunt, and your elbows quickly give out at the first long stride of his tongue. 

“Gotta get you cleaned up,” he murmurs, a bit muffled, against your cunt. 

Another stride, and this time, his tongue spends an extra second at your clit, circling it salaciously. 

“Oh, God,” you moan out into a mouthful of couch cushion, tempted to bite down to hide all the noises creeping up your throat when his tongue draws yet another circle, tip of his nose pressed to your sensitive hole.

He brings his tongue back to that space, that hole that feels gaping without him filling you now, and you try to bury your cheek only to earn another slap on the ass.

“Don’t be shy now, kitty. Let me hear you.” 

And let him hear you, you do. 

Each lick, short and timid or long and confident, is dredging up obscene mewls from you. When he enters you with it, curling it and pressing as deep as he can, truly cleaning you up as he had said, you’re chanting his name. 

“Fuck, Eddie,” you cry softly, rocking your body back against his mouth, “Your fingers. P-Please, use your fingers.” 

Your wish is his command as he brings his hand up between your legs, breaking from having his tongue buried inside of you and using a calloused pad of his finger to trace over your clit before he begs, “Say my name again.” 

You do. Over, and over, and over as his mouth and his fingers begin to work against you. Careful focus is placed on your clit, and his mouth runs amok between your cunt and thighs. You feel what will no doubt be hickies along the curve of your ass, nips of teeth against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh as he presses two fingers into you. With every thrust of his hand, your hips are rocking back to match his rhythm, wanting more. 

More, more, more. 

There’s nothing nice and slow about this. You’re chasing after a high, and Eddie is listening to you every step of the way. 

Your thighs begin to shake terribly right around the time your vision blurs, unable to contain the whines that have grown to echoing volumes. Surely, your neighbors can hear. Probably confused as to who Eddie is, probably considering how embarrassing it would be to knock down your door and complain about the noises. 

You really, really don’t give a fuck when white speckles flood your vision, even with your eyes screwed shut, and that tension between your hips threatens to snap. 

Right before your knees give out, your entire body trembling, Eddie pulls back and grabs your hips. You cry out, so close yet so far, until he’s flipping you back over. 

You get one glimpse of him before he goes to work to bring you over that edge – lips and chin slick with you, hair frizzing beneath his hat, a determined glint in his eyes that have your thighs clenching around his ears. 

You were right. Eddie Munson looks damn good between your thighs. 

He quickly returns to his mitigations, and this time, it’s all a bit more strategic. Lips suctioned around your clit and three fingers curling deep within you, a beckoning motion as he urges you to let go for him. 

The white returns behind your eyelids. Your back arches up off the sofa. Your ankles lock as they cross behind Eddie’s back, almost effectively trapping him in place.

You cum hard for him. 

You’re entirely unaware if you scream his name in the process, but you hope you do. As that relief, that ecstasy, floods your system, you hope you make sure everyone within a five mile radius knows who’s responsible. Your entire body continues to shake for far longer than you believe it ever has before. Your hips had lifted, begging for Eddie to keep going even as it all grew painful.

He does. He keeps going, sucking you dry for every drop you have to give him, until you’re physically having to shove him away. 

Your hands are weak as you sink down into the cushion, eyes still closed as you hear him chuckle before you feel him crawl his way back up your body. 

“There,” you don’t even need to see his face to see that smug satisfaction – his voice is dripping in it. “Now you can keep the hat.” 

One of your hands blindly throws itself through the air to smack him, missing entirely as you drift through the afterglow of it all. 

“I’m not sure I’ve earned it,” you mumble as he catches your wrist, limp in the air, “Pretty sure I didn’t break you when I made you cum.”

“Oh, you did,” he notes, hand curling around your wrist. You watch as he slowly brings it to his lips, peppering a few chaste kisses on the soft skin, “Just in a different way.” 

You raise your eyebrows, smiling at the tingling feeling left behind on your skin in the wake of his mouth, “Yeah?” 

“Yeah.” 

He tugs you to sit up despite your groan of protest, somehow smoothly maneuvering the two of you so that he’s now the one beneath you, letting the full weight of you bear down on his chest as you lay on top of him. The hand wrapped around your wrist brings it back up for more kisses, more repetitive gentle pecks of affection, as his other arm is quick to wrap around you. Holding you in place, as though he’s scared you might disappear. 

“Well,” you whisper against the bare skin of his chest, nearly shivering when his free hand starts to trail slowly up and down your spine, “Good.” 

Your cheek feels the vibrations of his chuckle, “That’s all you have to say?” 

“Give me a few minutes to recover,” you insist, all but nuzzling into him, “I’m sure I’ll have a smartass comeback for you once I’m…” you trail off, heavy eyes looking up at him, the words lost on your tongue and in the air. 

The gentle curve of his cupid’s bow. The roundness at the end of his nose, still a fading hue of pink. The freckle beneath his right eye. The way the phantom of the dimple of his left cheek never quite leaves his face.

All the things you’ve dreamt of seeing so up close, never knowing it could have been a reality. 

He lets go of your wrist, smiling softly with a shake of his head, “Can’t believe you’re gonna fall asleep on me.”

“Am not,” you nearly say under your breath, sighing in content. 

“Am too,” he mocks, a certain docility to all his teasing before he sighs as well, “It’s okay. You can. I’ll still be here when you wake up.”

You hum, eyes fluttering shut as you hear some rustling, “Promise, cowboy?” 

“Absolutely, kitty. You said something about tomorrow, remember?” 

You both laugh in sync as your couch suddenly becomes the most comfortable place in the world. 

Just before losing consciousness, right as you feel Eddie’s breathing even out along with your own, you decide to open your eyes one last time to catch sight of the cowboy hat perched carefully on your coffee table. 

Tomorrow. You hope for a thousand tomorrows as you decide that that hat is definitely yours now.

[lucydixon]

Little Eddie Munson

Masterlist 𐴱 Taglist 𐴱 Blog Navigation 𐴱 Series Masterlist A/N: This is part eleven of my Welcome to Hellfire Series. Previous Parts: 1 𐴱 2 𐴱 3 𐴱 4 𐴱 5 𐴱 6 𐴱 7 𐴱 8 𐴱 9 𐴱 10

Summary: You and Eddie open yourselves up in the afterglow and dig a little deeper

Before Wayne could get home from work, you and Eddie slipped into the shower together, hoping to rid yourselves of any evidence from your sexscapades. 

You’d gone another couple of rounds and were both exhausted, but you were sticky and gross and couldn’t possibly sleep with all the fluids drying on your skin uncomfortably. 

It took a little convincing to get Eddie out of bed.

First, you had to get him out of you, but he’d taken up residence in between your thighs, buried deep inside you despite softening to the point where it took real effort not to slip out. He whined about being cozy while you laughed, squirming your way out of the vice grip his arms had around you. 

He wailed dramatically when you pulled away from him and crawled out of bed, but the cum slowly running down the inside of your thighs kept you from commenting on it. 

“I’m taking a shower.” You told him, trying to sound firm, but you couldn’t keep the amusement out of your voice when he tried to drag you back into bed. “Eddie!” 

“I can’t go that long without you!” He argued, wrapping his arms around your waist, still halfway draped over the bed as he slumped into you, “You’ve bewitched me!” 

“Then come with me.” Your hands automatically went to his hair, scratching at his scalp lightly. 

“In the shower?” He perked up immediately and scrambled out of bed, “Yeah, yeah, that’s a great idea, sweetheart! Good thinking.” 

You shrieked when he ducked down and tossed you over his shoulder, rambling about how smart you were.

You went limp, laughing madly the whole way into the tiny bathroom across the hall until Eddie finally put you down next to the sink, pressing his lips to the side of your head before getting the water going, grinning the whole time.

You combed your fingers through your hair, trying to get rid of any knots and tangles before getting it wet while he watched you in the mirror, full of giddy excitement. 

All he could think about was you. 

He wrapped his arms around you from behind and pulled you flush against his chest, burying his face in the crook of your neck just to feel close to you while the water warmed up. 

So much of him was touching your bare skin, warming you with his body temperature while you leaned into him, humming contentedly as your eyes fluttered shut. 

It was nice. 

So, so nice. 

Otherworldly even. 

But it wasn’t enough. 

Eddie didn’t want to just touch you. 

He wanted to crawl inside your skin and live in your ribcage for the rest of his days. Make a home in between your lungs and listen to nothing but the steady thump of your heartbeat. 

He wanted to come home to you every day and fall asleep with you in his arms. To have your lives so deeply intertwined that neither of you could tell where he started and you ended. 

He didn’t give a single solitary fuck how quickly anyone might think that the two of you were moving or how intense his feelings for you were. He knew, deep in his heart, that he loved you and no amount of time could change that. 

You’d said it yourself. 

Your souls were tied. 

“Think the water’s warm?” Your voice pulled him from his thoughts, soft and raspy with exhaustion. 

“Yeah,” He cleared his throat and pulled away from you reluctantly so he could help you step over the lip of the tub. “Is that good?” 

You hummed appreciatively and ducked under the warm stream of water. 

When you reached out and massaged shampoo into his hair gently, Eddie thought he might combust. He hunched over to make it easier for you and melted under your touch. It was damn near enough to bring him to his knees. 

“This okay?” Your voice was soft and airy. 

“Yeah,” He breathed shakily, a little overwhelmed by the tenderness of it all. 

How something as simple as you washing his hair for him could bring a lump to his throat the way it did was beyond him. 

Maybe it was because no one had ever taken care of him quite like that before. 

He’d been old enough that he was independent for the most part when he came to live with Wayne. 

He had to be. It wasn’t unusual for his father to leave him on his own for days at a time when he was young, and Eddie had learned pretty quickly that if he didn’t feed and take care of himself, no one else would. 

He’d never longed for it. 

Hadn’t even known he needed it. 

But your fingers gently working the suds onto his hair felt far more intimate than what you’d just done together in his bedroom. 

This is what he wanted. 

It satiated the need to nestle himself behind your lungs. 

This was close. 

When you were finished, you helped him rinse his hair out, humming softly to yourself until his hands snaked around your waist and pulled you into his chest suddenly. 

Eddie buried his face in your wet hair, not caring that he was practically waterboarding himself. 

“That was nice.” He muttered so softly that you barely heard it over the stream of water. “Thank you.” 

“Of course.” You draped your arms over his shoulders, somehow pulling him closer. “My mom used to wash my hair in the sink when she’d cut my hair, and it was my favourite thing in the world. You know?”

It wasn’t lost on him that you were offering up personal information willingly for what felt like the first time. 

It was the first he’d heard of your mother. 

He didn’t ask where she was now. 

It didn’t matter. She wasn’t with you, which told him enough without words.  

“Can I do yours?” He nuzzled his nose into your cheek, eager to make you feel as good as you’d just made him feel. 

You nodded, almost looking hesitant as you looked up into his eyes. 

There was an underlying vulnerability in your gaze. One that he hadn’t seen before. 

“I really hope you don’t break my heart, Eddie Munson.” You breathed.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Sweetheart.” He cradled your face in his hands, pressing his lips to your forehead before resting his own against it. “I really hope you don’t break mine either.” 

“You’ve got it, you know?” He told you softly, unbothered by the water raining down on you both. “My heart.” 

“I’ll be careful with it.” You promised, leaning into him, “Keep it safe.” 

“Fuck,” Eddie cracked a goofy grin “I can’t believe you’re mine.” 

“Now pass me the shampoo, you vixen. Wayne’s gonna kill me if we rack up the water bill.” 

You laughed and handed the bottle over, turning to face the wall so Eddie could do your hair. 

You were unprepared for the wave of emotion that rolled through you. 

Eddie’s fingers massaging your scalp brought you right back to the kitchen of your childhood home. You’d lay on the counter with your hair spilling into the sink, towel rolled up and tucked underneath your neck as those perfectly manicured hands washed your hair. Back when home was actually a place and not just a feeling. When the warmth hadn’t yet dulled and your father could stand to be in the same room as you. 

You were grateful for the water rolling down your cheeks, washing away your tears before you even had a chance to wipe them.

You felt safe with Eddie, but you didn’t want to explain why something as simple as getting your hair washed had you in tears, so you faced the wall and blinked them away. 

After your shower, Eddie pulled one of his shirts over your head and dragged you to bed after begrudgingly changing the sheets at your insistence. 

You were both exhausted and fell asleep immediately after your heads hit the pillow. 

“Do you have your license on you?” You asked Eddie, oh so casually, while you were making breakfast together in the morning. 

“Uh, yeah?” He looked confused. 

“Can I have it for a sec?” You held one hand out expectantly, not looking away from the berries you were piling into a bowl. 

Eddie swiped his wallet off the counter and gave it to you. He watched as you looked it over, flipping the plastic card over in your hands.

“Thanks.” You bobbed your head, handing it back before going back to your task. 

“You some kind of bouncer or something?” He joked, still looking confused. 

“No, I was curious.” You shrugged casually, aloof as ever. 

“Curious about what?” He pressed. 

“You just seem like the type to pretend you forgot your own birthday, is all.” You explained, glancing over at him with a soft look, “I wanted to know when it is, and I’m glad I checked. It’s next week, you little fucker.” 

Eddie blinked at you for a moment. 

You were right. Of course, you were, you always seemed to be. 

He’d never had anyone make a fuss over his birthday, so it was easier to just go to the diner with Wayne and eat cake back in the trailer. That way, he avoided the sting of plans falling through. 

The year he moved with Wayne, he celebrated his birthday for the first time in his life. 

Wayne let him plan a party, and he was so excited to invite the whole class. He didn’t really have any friends and had already been labeled as ‘weird’ by the other kids, but he thought that at least a few of them would come, especially since the invitation promised cake. 

Poor little Eddie Munson sat on the front steps of his trailer for hours waiting for someone, anyone, to arrive. He’d been excited when he initially sat down, but the excitement had dwindled hour after hour until it had become a dull ache in his chest. 

Not a soul showed up. 

His uncle, still very much new to having a kid around, didn’t know what to do. 

Eddie was devastated and very clearly trying not to cry, and it broke his heart. 

Wayne thought that he might start crying when the young boy tearfully apologized for wasting all that money on the cake and balloons. 

The eldest Munson had never been a hugger, but he crouched down and opened his arms to his nephew anyway. The poor kid’s face crumpled when the dam finally broke and he walked into Wayne’s open arms. He was pretty sure that it was the hardest he’d ever seen Eddie cry. 

He’d never so much as mentioned his birthday to anyone but Wayne ever again. 

“Eddie?” Your concerned voice snapped him out of his daze and he found himself staring back at your pinched brows. “You okay?” 

“Yeah.” He cleared his throat “You don’t need to do anything, it’s okay.” 

“I know that I don’t need to.” You knocked your shoulder into his lightly. “I want to.” 

“I don’t really like my birthday,” he muttered so softly that you barely heard him. 

“What do you usually do?” You reached out to brush his hair out of his face. 

“Me and Wayne go to the diner, then come back here for cake.” He shrugged, not meeting your gaze. 

“Then I’ll bake the cake,” you promised. “If the diner is like your thing for your birthday, I’ll leave the two of you to it, and I’ll just make sure I drop off the cake before you guys head out.” 

“I want you to come.” He squinted at you like you were crazy to suggest otherwise. “Of course I do.” 

“Okay,” You beamed up at him before pressing your lips to the bottom of his jaw. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world, then.”

Part 12

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[clya4]

Freak Therapy

-> READ FIRST SESSION HERE.

pairings: Eddie Munson x oc

summary: She signed up for a psychology internship expecting to babysit a few lost teenagers. Instead, she got Eddie Munson: Hawkins’ finest metalhead, three-time senior, and all-around expert in making life difficult. For eight weeks, she’ll try to “fix” him. He’ll try to survive her. Spoiler alert: neither is ready for what happens next. Eight sessions. One freak. Zero chance this stays professional.

general warnings: Mild age gap (she’s a psychology intern, he’s a three-time senior), eventual smut, sarcasm levels off the charts, slow-burn tension hotter than Eddie’s guitar riffs, questionable professionalism, emotional damage (yours and theirs), occasional nerd references.

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Session two - Eddie’s POV

I tried...really, but the human brain is a cruel, horny little traitor.

One week. That’s how long I’d tried, and failed, not to think about the shrink. About the way she’d looked at me like she could see straight through my bullshit. About how she’d laughed, just a tiny bit, when I’d made her crack during that first session.

I was stuck in the cafeteria, sketchbook balanced on my knee, poking at yesterday’s meatloaf reheated into today’s mystery slop. Around me, the usual crowd roared and banged their trays like orcs.

I’d almost finished shading the wings on one of the “monsters” she’d asked me to draw, even though it felt stupid as hell.

The next second, Gareth dropped into the seat across from me.

“Look at this, boys! Our glorious dungeon master, studying at lunch? Are pigs flying outside or something?”

Jeff took a seat too, grinning.

I smirked. “It’s not homework, dipshits. It’s...art therapy. School’s forcing me to talk to some shrink so I don’t flunk out again"

Dustin nearly spat out his drink. “ART therapy? Holy shit, what, you gonna start painting sunsets next?”

Jeff snickered, but it wasn’t mean. “Well, if it keeps you from repeating senior year a third time, go for it, man.”

I shot him a middle finger, lazy. “Appreciate the support.”

Gareth elbowed me, eyes gleaming. “So, did they assign you some crusty old dude with elbow patches or like... some grandma in a twinset?”

I pretended to focus on the page. “She’s fine.”

Handerson perked up like a dog. “Fine like...old-lady fine, or fine fine?”

I shook my head. “No. She’s…she’s young.” I hated how awkward that sounded.

Jeff perked up. “Young? Like very young?”

“Christ...I dunno, mid-twenties,” I grumbled.

Gareth smirked. “Dude’s got a crush on his shrink.”

Eddie slammed the pencil down dramatically. “Yeah, I’m so in love with being dissected like a frog. Dream come true."

They laughed, pounding their trays like idiots and went back to tearing apart their fries, debating whether Steve Harrington’s hair was a government conspiracy, or something equally stupid.

I snapped my sketchbook shut, half-proud, half-disgusted with what had crawled out of my brain. 

I stretched my neck, eyes drifting toward the big glass windows across the cafeteria...and there she was.

Miss Cole, walking through the hallway...looking about a million years too good for Hawkins High. Hair half-up with those soft strands doing criminal things around her cheekbones, clipboard in hand, all serious business.

For a second I just sat there staring, heat pooling in my gut, because fuck, she looked like she could ruin a guy in about fifteen different ways. 

Jesus, Eddie, pull it together.

Jeff followed my line of sight  “Holy shit, Munson, that’s her?”

I cleared my throat, trying to play it cool. "Yeah"

Dustin nearly choked on his fries. "What?! Man, I’d go nuts on purpose.”

Jeff whistled low. "I’d draw anything she asked me to. Hell, I’d let her dissect me.”

I snorted, but inside, yeah - fuck, same.

Gareth cackled. “Forget that, I’d let her electroshock me.”

I rolled my eyes so hard it hurt. “You assholes done?” I hissed, standing up, grabbing my bag. “It’s a government-sanctioned mental cavity search." I shot back. “And there’s nothing cool or fun about it”

They all howled anyway, loving every second of my misery, while I trudged toward the door.

Second session. Round two.

God help me.

The door was already half opened. I stepped into her little office, she was sitting behind her desk, flipping through a stack of notes with her “serious” face on,  the one that looked like she was trying to solve a murder case instead of babysitting my sorry ass.

“Hey"

She glanced up and gave me that calm, polite therapist smile that made me wanna jump out the window.

“Hi, Eddie. Come on in.”

I dropped into the chair across from her, trying not to look as antsy as I felt.

"Back for round two, huh? ”

She gave me a tiny smile and nodded toward my sketchbook poking out of my backpack. “Did you bring your drawings?”

I sighed “Yeah.”

I pulled it out, flipping to the latest page before sliding it over, fighting the urge to snatch it right back. 

The monsters were ugly, yeah... rows of eyes, but none of them looking forward, each one gazing somewhere else. Its teeth were cracked and mismatched, like a busted piano.

She studied it with that soft, almost careful focus, eyes scanning the pencil lines like she was searching for hidden code.

“They have a lot of eyes.”

“Yeah. So they can see everything.”

 “But they are not looking at you,” she noted quietly, tapping her pen against the margin.

I swallowed, forcing a shrug. “Guess they are busy.”

She met my eyes, and for a second I felt… transparent. Like she was picking apart every piece of me.

“Busy ignoring you?”

I huffed a laugh without responding.

She flipped the page slowly, looking at another sketch, one with twisted claws, like it was reaching for something.

“These are incredible,” she said.

“Detailed, creative… you really put a lot of thought into them.”

“Yeah, well. It’s easier to draw a monster than talk about the real ones, right?”

That got a sweet empathetic smile out of her, just a quick one.

Then someone knocked on the door. She sighed, politely excusing herself and stepping out into the hallway, leaving the folder half-open on the desk.

I stared at it.

Nope. Don’t do it.

…Don’t do it, Munson.

I drummed my fingers on the arm of the chair

Of course I did it.

....screw it, I snatched up her notebook.

The first note was: 

Back to Hawkins, Day 1. Let’s survive this.

I flipped through the pages, searching for the crap she’d written about me.

“Edward “Eddie” Munson.

Exceptionally creative, uses humor to mask emotional discomfort. Personality suggest themes of social invisibility and fear of abandonment.

Possibly charming despite efforts to appear detached.

Enjoys being provocative, borderline endearing, annoyingly so.”

I snorted, almost loud enough to get caught.

Charming. Okay, princess.

Then my stomach did something weird, seeing the last line, squeezed between clinical observations:

“May be more sensitive than he wants to admit.”

I closed the folder fast, heart pounding, trying to play it cool before she came back in.

She slipped through the door a second later, apologetic, smoothing her skirt as she sat back down.

“Sorry about that. Where were we?”

I forced a grin, arms folded.

“Talking about my deep, tragic monster trauma, I think.”

She raised a brow, pen ready again. “Let’s dig into that, shall we?”

She studied them with that thoughtful, calm face of hers, the pen tapping against her lower lip. “Tell me about these,” 

I blew out a slow breath, trying to look bored. “The big one’s like… everyone around me. All those eyes, you know? Always watching”

She nodded, scribbling something down. I caught a glimpse of a word, maybe isolation or neglect, classic shrink talk.

“And the little one?”

I shifted in my seat. “That’s… I dunno, I guess that’s me. Always reaching, always trying to…connect, or be heard, or…something”

She leaned in, eyes sharp. “Does that feeling come up with your parents?”

My stomach clenched a bit. I hated talking about this crap. “Don’t live with them,” I said, voice tight. “I’m with my uncle in a camper. He’s cool, but he works a ton, so mostly it’s just me talking to the moldy coffee pot.”

Marissa’s mouth curved, sympathetic but a little sad. “That sounds lonely.”

“Yeah, well,” I forced a grin, “good thing I’ve got a couple of flesh-eating imaginary buddies to keep me company, huh?”

She actually snorted at that. “Charming.”

“Hey, you said it, doc.”

She flipped the page back toward me. “Okay, so the big one’s the world that won’t see you, and the little one is you, trying anyway.”

I stared at her, stunned that she’d nailed it so fast. It rattled me, way more than I wanted to admit.

She held my gaze, steady and kind of terrifying. “But right now, I’m seeing you. How does that feel?”

My mouth went dry. I forced a grin anyway, because that’s what I did. “Weird,” I shot back. “Like being under a microscope. Or, you know, poked with a stick.”

She raised an eyebrow, not buying the act. Of course she didn’t. That was her job.

I sighed, shoulders sinking. “Okay. Maybe it’s… nice. Freaky, but nice.”

She nodded, as if that was the most normal thing in the world, and made a note. God, the fucking notes.

Before I could spiral, she leaned forward just a fraction. “Eddie… it’s okay to let people see you.”

Yeah. Sure. Like that had ever worked out. I rubbed the back of my neck.

“You’re really good at this, you know,” I mumbled “Reading people. Guess that means no one ever bothered to read you, huh?”

That stopped her for a second, a tiny, genuine flicker of surprise in her perfect therapist face. I’ll take that as a win.

“Touché,” she said finally, voice a little softer.

Silence fell, heavy but not awful. And for the first time, it felt like maybe we were both a little less alone.

She cleared her throat and smiled, pulling her walls back up. 

She looked so collected it was almost inhuman. Then she tilted her head and asked me, calm as ever,

“Do you think you’re good at reading people too, Eddie?”

I huffed a laugh. “Yeah, sometimes.” I let a beat hang in the air “Only the ones who don’t really belong anywhere.”

Her pen stilled.

I leaned in, smirking. “Like you.”

She froze, eyes darting up to mine. I shrugged, acting casual, even though I liked watching her squirm.

I tapped the table, amused. “I figure you’re kinda… in between, just like me. Not really from here anymore, but not from wherever you went, either.”

The pause that followed was glorious. She blinked, speechless for a second - rare for her - and that felt like winning a jackpot.

But that was also when I realized I’d screwed up.

Because she never told me she’d left Hawkins and come back.

Her voice was calm, too calm. “Eddie… how did you know I’d been away?”

Shit.

I felt the heat creeping up my neck, and tried to play it cool. She waited me out, patient as a cat.

Finally, I sighed. “Look, you left your notes right there, okay? I might’ve… peeked.”

Her brow arched, dangerously elegant. “You read my notes on you?”

I gave a one-shoulder shrug, guilty as charged. “Yeah. Maybe.”

“Why?” she asked, level, not angry. Just… curious.

That threw me. I’d expected her to bite my head off, but she didn’t.

I scratched the back of my neck, fumbling for words. “Morbid curiosity? Wanted to see if you were planning to lock me up or just call me an asshole in fancy psychology terms.”

She studied me for a moment, eyes softening in a way that made me want to look away.

Then she nodded, calm as ever. “Thank you for being honest.”

Which, honestly, was about a thousand times scarier than if she’d thrown the notebook in my face and called me a nosy bastard. 

I was still trying to figure out if she’d roast me alive when she closed her notebook and went, totally casual, “So for next session, I’d like us to play together.”

My brain, and my traitor cock, glitched so hard I think I physically twitched.

Play? Play like, therapist-loses-her-license play?

My mouth kind of fell open. “Uh-play?" I croaked, about as graceful as a dying frog. "Like, what… play… how… in what sense?”

Yeah, real suave, Munson. Pure seduction.

She smiled, all professional, totally unbothered. “Dungeons & Dragons,” she clarified, and I swear I almost passed out from relief and disappointment at the same time. “I want to see these monsters you’ve created in their world. It might help you feel safer opening up if we use your own language.”

My own language. Jesus. She was speaking straight to my dark twisted little heart.

I swallowed, trying to look cool. “So… you wanna… be one of my players?”

She nodded, like this was the most normal thing ever. “Exactly. We’ll build a short scenario together, using your creatures. You’ll show me how they move, what they do, what they want.”

My brain was basically screaming she wants to play my campaign, holy shit, but I tried to keep my face neutral.

“Wow,” I managed to choke out. “Okay, Doc. Uh… fair warning, I don’t usually let civilians into my games.”

She arched an eyebrow, totally unimpressed. “I’ll do my best to earn my place, Dungeon Master.”

Oh fucking hell.

Cue my heart exploding out of my chest.

She did not just call me that.

Yep, dead. I was dead.

Next session was gonna be wild.

[justmeinadaze]

Hey sweetie!

I love your writing! I’m not sure if you’re taking requests but I had an idea in mind. If not I totally understand! But if you are could you write something about reader and Eddie using the traffic light system in the bedroom. When Eddie checks in the reader says yellow from overstimulation and Eddie is just super sweet about it. Something along those lines, you always write amazing so I know it will be good 😘

A/N: Aw thank you <3. You're too sweet. I really appreciate the compliment!

Warnings: Fem Sub Y/N (no mentions of size or anything) & Soft Dom Eddie, Use of the stop light system (yellow), SMUT, handjob (male), handcuffs, overstimulation (female), p in v, light dirty talk FLUFF, these two love each other. ANGST, mentioned in request, reader is mentioned to being punished hence the overstimulation in this case.

Word Count: 2926

You had never dated a man like Edward Munson. 

You had never been with someone so creative, who could tell a story with his gorgeous ring covered hands, painting a picture with his words that was so detailed you felt like you were actually one of his characters.

You had never been with someone so funny there were times you had to run to the bathroom because he made you laugh so hard you almost peed your pants. 

You had never been with someone who was sweet, nervously showing up at your door with flowers just because he couldn’t stop thinking about you and missed you even though you had just gotten home after spending the night at his trailer. 

You had never been with someone as visually attractive as him especially when he walked around outside or in his bedroom without his shirt on, pressing his guitar to his bare, tattooed chest while a cigarette lazily dangled from his lips. The way his long curls bounced when he bobbed his head in time to the beat or threw his back to laugh out loud at something he found funny. The way he’d smirk your way while you laid sprawled out on his unmade mattress with glassy, devotion filled eyes in only your panties and his Hellfire t-shirt. 

You had never been with someone who was so attentive and attune to your needs whether that be sensing a change in your behavior telling him you were upset or even in the bedroom when the two of you played. Hell, he was the one who noticed you had particular kinks before you even said a word. 

“Holy shit…does pretty girl like being restrained?”, Eddie lightly teased, his body hovering above yours with your wrists pinned above your head while you two were play wrestling. 

“What? No!”

“Uh huh.”, he grins. 

His lips tilt down to meet yours and with this distraction, you try to gain the upper hand, pushing your arms up against his grip. The metalhead allows it for a moment, letting you taste the small victory before roughly pushing your arms back down against the carpet. 

Your hips arch up into his and you lightly moan as he pulls away to hover his mouth just so above your own. 

“Yeeeeeeah… she likes being restrained.”, he whispers, his intense chocolate eyes running along your face and down your body. “Good thing I like restraining.”

You had never been with a man who made you cum once let alone multiple times in the bedroom. His long, thick fingers and wide tongue had you falling apart for him 3, 4, 5 times even before the metalhead even considered guiding his cock into your core. 

After the first couple of times you were intimate, you expressed a concern that had him unraveling a ton of expletives in shock. 

“I don’t understand your question. What do you mean by ‘Am I doing enough for you when we play?’ Of course, you are. Am I not making that clear? I can start moaning like an actress if you want. Here, let me practice. Ahhhh—!”

You giggle as your palm clamps over his mouth eliciting a throaty laugh of his own as he took your hand in his and threaded his fingers through yours before placing them down on his bare stomach. 

“No, Eddie! I mean like… you always focus so much on me…and I feel like…I don’t know…I don’t want to be selfish.”

Your head rises with his chest as he heavily inhales and exhales.

“Sweetheart, listen to me carefully.” You nod as his neck turns and he places his lips close to your forehead while his fingers brush some of your hair away from your face. “You do more than enough just by being you. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met and I love that your mine.”

Your arms pull him tighter to you as your nose nuzzles into his side making him smile softly against your skin. 

“It turns me on hearing those little whimpers when my fingers are stretching you open. The way your hips move when my tongue presses against you just the right way. Fuck…I get so hard…especially when you moan my name…” His palm reached bellow his waist as he adjusts himself over the blanket. 

Lifting your cheek off his chest, your eyes meet his as your own palm slides under his covers and takes hold of his already half hard cock, your pussy clenching around nothing at the sound of his little hiss at the slight overstimulation. 

“Eddie.”, you mewl and he grins as his tongue runs along his bottom lip. “Like that?”

“Just like that, baby.” 

The metalhead’s words rush out in a fast breath as you palm starts to stroke up and down his shaft, your thumb occasionally caressing his slit. 

“Can you feel your cum still fucking sticking to me? God, sweetheart, who wouldn’t want to make you—fuck—cum over and over? The way your sexy body shakes against me…I jerk off to that feeling.”

Eddie’s hand abruptly grabs your wrist as his dark, chocolate irises stare into your eyes while he guides your movements, pumping himself faster. 

“I could kill your fucking exes for making you believe something like that is selfish. Like watching you come undone—shit—is something that’s a burden. No, baby, your pleasure is mine to, Y/N.” His jaw tightens along with his grip as he grunts and you feel his release spurt onto your hand. “Fuck… p-plus I know… my good girl will take care of me.”, he slurs with a smile, reaching for a rag in his drawer before cleaning up you and himself.

***

Tonight was a rarity. 

You and Eddie had a fight. 

You were annoyed with him about something so small you couldn’t even remember it now as you leaned your sweaty head against the wood of his closet door that your hands were currently cuffed to. He had never had to punish you before so he had to improvise, utilizing his handcuffs to keep you restrained in a standing position with your arms above your head wearing only the vibrating panties you bought for yourself as a playful anniversary present.

His anger fueled eyes scanned over you as he pressed the button on the wireless remote to amp up the vibration between your legs eliciting a little whine from your throat. 

“Pleeeeeeease…”

“Answer me, little girl. You left your phone at home because you were upset.”

“Yeeeesss.”

“It’s one of the few rules we have, Y/N. We keep our phones on each other just in case. What? Did you think because we had an argument I wouldn’t care if something happened to you?!”

“Fuck.” 

“What if that hunk of junk you call a car died again or some fucker tried to hurt you while you were out with your friends? What if—”

Your strangled cry cut him off as your legs buckled and another orgasm washed over you. He had already lost count of how many times you had cum and he internally cursed himself for it. This whine didn’t sound like the others and worry immediately painted his features. 

“Y/N, baby, what color are you at?” When you didn’t answer, he hastily pressed the stop button before throwing the remote on his bed and rising to his feet to place himself directly in front of you. “What did I say about rules, pretty girl?”, he lightly scolded, trying not to break the scene too much if you were alright. “Now…what color are we at? Green, yellow, or red?”

“…Yellow…”

Eddie nodded to himself, not wasting a single moment as his arms circled around your waist and he lifted you off your feet, relieving the tension in your wrists as he placed you delicately down on the bed. While you continued to gently sob, his body remained bent at your level as his lanky arms reached for a washrag and the water bottle nearby. 

Liquid spilled on the carpet as he poured it onto the cloth and you sighed pleasantly at the feeling of coolness from the damp towel as he ran it along your skin. 

“Here, sweetheart, drink this.”, the metalhead instructed, handing you the bottle and watching as you chugged it back. “Slow. Slow, baby. Good…good girl.”

Descending to his knees, he took your hands in his, removing the metal binding you, and tenderly massaged the indents of the cuffs in your wrists with his thumbs while occasionally kissing your skin. 

Your eyes rake along his intense irises as he focuses on his task. Eddie had sweat clinging to his upper lip and forehead that glistened in the moonlight beaming in from the window behind you. 

Pulling one of your hands from his hold, you reach out to brush a loose tendril of hair that had fallen from his hair tie behind his ear. 

“I like when you pull your hair back. I can see your face.”, you state with a gravelly voice that has him handing you the water bottle once more. “I’m sorry I left my phone behind. I was so pissed at you and—”

“Hey, hey. Let’s not worry about that right now. I just want to make sure you’re alright first.”

“I’m…I’m alright…”

You don’t know why but you start to cry again and Eddie immediately climbs onto his bed beside you to take you his arms, pressing your head to his chest while he subtly rocks back and forth. 

“It’s ok, baby, I’m right here. I love you so much and I’m so thankful you’re mine.” He continues to whisper praise and declarations while he plays with your hair. 

You use his heartbeat as an anchor to ground your breathing and it wasn’t until he felt your lips softly kiss his skin that he pulled back to cup your cheeks in his palms. 

“I’m ok.”, you say a bit more confidently making him smile as he runs his thumbs under your eyes. 

“Do you need anything? More water or some ice?”

“No.”, you coo adorably and he can’t help but lightly chuckle. 

“I’m sorry. I’m not laughing at you, I swear. You’re just so fucking cute.”

“Shut up.”, you giggle, gently pushing his shoulder and rolling your eyes when he theatrically pretends to fall back from the force. 

“Ow. So aggressive!” Eddie blinks as he gradually takes in your beautiful smile and doe eyes that flicks his way. “Do you want to stop for the evening? We absolutely can. I’ll still love you.”

He gives you all the time you need as your head swivels around his room while you try to gauge how you feel. With your headspace you want to convey what you need but you’re having some trouble. But unlike your past partners…you trust Eddie. 

You don’t feel pressured or rushed as he waits for your answer. 

You’re safe. 

“These panties are sticking to me…”

The long-haired boy smirks and places his hand on your shoulder to guide you down flat against his mattress with your head on his pillows. 

“I’m not surprised, you came a lot. I think I hit a new record.”, he jests as his fingers thread through the waist band of the underwear. As he slowly slides them down your legs, his lips leave little kisses along your skin before they’re fully removed and he playfully tosses them to the corner of his room. “Jesus, baby, you made such a mess.”

Eddie doesn’t say it in a scolding manner but more so like he’s proud of you. With an obnoxious groan that has you laughing, he leans over his bed to grab the rag and carefully runs it between your legs. When you don’t hiss or wince, he nods again to himself and places it back down on the floor.

“Are you ready for me, honey?”

“Yes, I’m ready.”

Biting his bottom lip, he slots himself on top of you, his gaze shifting into the void as you feel him grip his cock and gradually guide it into your entrance. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck… you’re so fucking tight.”, he murmurs as his arm comes back around to rest beside your head. 

When his hips connected with yours, he didn’t move, warming his length inside you as his eyes squeezed shut. 

“I’m sorry I snapped at you today. I was just in a bad mood a-and I took that out on you.”

His tongue slides out from between his teeth as his eyes flutter open to meet yours. 

“I forgive you. I’m sorry for yelling at you and snapping myself—shit—when you came home.”

You crane your neck so your mouth could kiss his and he mewled at the notion as he rolled his waist, sliding his cock at a steady pace between your walls.

“I for-forgive you. I love you, Eddie.”

The man grins as he places his sweaty forehead on yours.

“I love you to, Y/N. God, you feel so good.”

Grunting, he hooks his arms under your knees, lifting your legs in the air and pushing them back, folding you in half. 

A string of ahs leave your mouths as his head falls beside yours and the bed subtle shakes underneath you both. 

“Give me on more, baby.”

Your arms reach up to grip the bottom of the headboard to ground yourself as his own slide under you to hold you allowing him to slam his cock deeper inside you, hitting all your sensitive spots and then some till he hears you screaming his name. 

The sound alone would be enough to push him over the edge but combined with your pussy clinging to him as you cum has him crumbling, whimpering your own name in your ear as he sloppily thrusts his release into your core. 

Eddie releases your legs and collapses on top of you, panting as he uses your heartbeat to ground himself. 

He had never been with a woman like you before. 

He had never had a girl who genuinely laughed at his jokes or listened to his nerdy stories about his band and Hellfire with so much attentiveness. Eddie had never been with a woman as gorgeous as you nor had he been with someone who cared about him like you did. 

Usually after intimacy, they wanted him off and away from them. Eddie desperately wanted to take care of them but they had gotten what they wanted, leaving him to fall asleep alone. 

The first time he was intimate with you, he expected the same but when you hugged him to you like you were now and began to play with his hair, he felt safe…loved. 

His lips gently kiss up your chest till he finds your lips as his fingers reach up to move a strand of hair away from your face. 

“How are you feeling, pretty girl?” You nod with a lazy smirk, content as your glassy eyes meet his and he can’t help but smile back. “So fucking cute. We’re going to take a shower and then I’m going to put some ice on your wrists ok?”

Again you nod before your eyes suddenly widen and a small gasp leaves your mouth. 

“Can we order Chinese food?”

Eddie laughs through his teeth as his head falls to kiss your cheek. 

“Yeah, sweetheart, we can get some Chinese food.”

Your beam wide as he gets up and lifts you over his shoulder to bring you to the tiny trailer bathroom. A pleasant sigh escapes your chest while he cleans your body and the warm water cools you both down. 

When he’s finished, the metalhead dries you and you giggle when he haphazardly runs the towel over his mess of curls. 

You allow him to guide you to the bedroom and dress you, waiting patiently afterward as he quickly pulls on a pair of boxers and disappears towards his kitchen. 

After placing a chair in front of you, Eddie takes your arms gently in his hands and places the sudo-icepack on your wrists. 

“When we move into our own place, I’m going to get like a whole first aid kit with proper supplies.”, he grumbles in that cute way that reminds you of his uncle. “The handcuffs didn’t hurt you too much right? That’s all I really have around here.”

“No…they did tug a bit but…maybe we can look into something a bit softer.”, you suggest and he nods in agreement. “My coworkers may have some questions.”

“Just tell them you’re a freak.”

“Or that I’m dating a freak.”, you reply back with that quick wit he fell for. 

Eddie smiles as he moves the pack and tenderly kisses your wrists before trailing his lips up your arm to your mouth. 

“Thank you for using our system and letting me know you needed a break.”

“Thank you for checking in. Sometimes in that headspace…”

“I know, baby. That’s why we have that in place. Last thing I want is to hurt you or make you uncomfortable.”

“Me either.”

Petting your damp hair, he tilts you towards him so he could kiss your forehead. When you try to pull back, he keeps his hold making you laugh as you open your mouth to lightly bite his skin.

“OW! Alright, alright!”, he shouts playfully, letting you go to hunt for the phone. “I’ll order us some food…freak.”

With a big grin, you fall against his pillows and hug them to you, inhaling his smell as you wait for him to return.

###########

Eddie Asks

[munsonsmixtapes]

This Little Life (2)

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

You and Eddie go to the movies and neither of you can stop thinking about how much you like each other.

cw: mention of reader and Eddie having a traumatic childhood

part one

Twelve Years Old

“Wayne, we’re home!” Eddie calls out as the two of you walk through the door of the Munson trailer. Ever since the day you met four years ago, you’ve been attached at the hip. When you’re not in class, you’re together, never seen apart. You do everything together and that’s the way you like it. And everyone expects it at this point. You’re always either at Eddie’s or sometimes your house when Teresa isn’t home.

She’s never liked Eddie, always telling you that he’s not good enough for you. You’ve fought about that exact thing more times than you can count but what does she know? She’s never been around Eddie long enough to decide whether or not he’s a good influence on you. You haven’t even gone home since your last fight and it’s not like she cares anyway. She’ll be gone again soon enough. 

Wayne heads out of the bathroom, drying his hair with a towel. He’s wearing his uniform so you know he’s going to work at the plant. He’s been working extra hours since he’s now got three mouths to feed. It’s hard work, but seeing that bright smile on his nephew’s face makes it all worth it. 

“I know it’s movie night, but I picked up an extra shift.” The two of you groan, knowing movie night is never the same without Wayne. “I’m sure you’ll be fine watching A New Hope for the tenth time without me. Now c’mon. I’ll drop you off at the theater.” He ushers you both out the door and you head to his-well, Alan’s van that was left behind. 

You and Eddie sit in the backseat, singing along to the Black Sabbath song on the radio. You now know all of their songs backwards and forwards and as much as you like the music you grew up listening to, you feel like this is more you. 

Music has been one of the few things that you feel like has been there for you. It’s one of the things that makes you feel seen-one of the things that makes you feel alive. You’ve dived deeper into metal music and now you can’t imagine listening to much else. It’s a form of therapy with helping you through what’s happening with your mom. 

Over the years, you’ve gotten closer and closer and now you don’t know what you’d do without Eddie. He’s your best and only friend and you feel like you can go to him with anything. And you have and will continue to for the rest of your life. 

Eddie feels the exact same way. He’s never had a real friend-especially not one for this long. People usually end up hating who he is pretty early on, but you don’t. And that’s so clear to him. You like him for him and that’s important for him. He’s got you and Wayne and that’s all he needs to survive this shitty town until the two of you are able to get out. 

He still very much wants to be a rockstar and he’s so happy that you want to go with him. You told him that you’ll support him, being right by his side, cheering him on. You are the first person besides Wayne who’s told him that he can be somebody. 

He still remembers Alan smashing his guitar, telling him that he wasn’t going to be anybody. Now he feels like he’s trying to prove him wrong. To prove a point. He just gets filled with so much anger and now he’s gotta make it big-two middle fingers up to anyone in this shitty town who only thinks of him as Eddie “The Freak” Munson. 

He tries to pretend that it doesn’t get to him, but you know that it does. You can see that look on his face when someone makes a comment as they pass him in the hallway at school. You’ve even had to fight off bullies that like to pick on him physically and it breaks your heart that no one else seems to be able to see just how amazing he is. 

He’s so sweet and caring and you hate that all anyone sees is the fact that he plays Dungeons and Dragons. You get some flack since you play too, but you don’t seem bothered by it. Because you aren’t. You don’t let the words get to you, but that’s been years of building up an intolerance because you’ve always been the weird new girl. You’re used to it and you refuse to let people who don’t even know you make you feel bad about yourself. 

“You kids have fun,” Wayne tells the two of you as you climb out of the van and step out onto the sidewalk. “Teresa’s picking you up, right?”

You both nod at the man knowing damn well that you’ll have to wait at the arcade that’s down the road until she gets off work at the diner. It’s not like you mind, though. You could easily spend hours there, spending the money that he got for his birthday a few months ago. You always tell him that he doesn’t have to use his money on you but he hardly minds. If he’s going to spend his money on anyone, it’s going to be you. 

You both rush into the theater and pay for your tickets before heading into the dark theater where the previews are already playing. You sit side by side, excitement rushing through your bodies even though you’ve already seen this movie more times than you can count. 

You reach for Eddie’s hand as the movie starts and his heart races at the contact. You’ve held hands before but not like this. He likes it-loves it even. He’s been crushing on you for quite some time but can’t get himself to tell you how he feels. You’re the best friend he’s ever had and he doesn’t want his feelings for you to ruin that. 

You turn to him with that pretty smile and he can’t believe that he’s lucky enough to have you in his life. And he only had you to thank for that. If you hadn't invited him to play with you that day all those years ago, he probably would’ve spent the rest of his life wondering what if. 

He’s gotten much better at being more social but he’s not as extroverted as you are. You’re the one who speaks when you both go up to the counter to buy movie tickets and you take it upon yourself to order for him on the rare occasion you go out to eat. But you like doing it for him and he wouldn’t dare tell you to stop. He just gets overwhelmed and the words get caught in his throat. 

And he’s terrified that you won’t feel the same way and then he’ll lose you for good. He already gets afraid that you’ll leave him already because everyone always does. He has nightmares about it often and that’s the real reason why he always sneaks into your trailer late at night. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him and he’s not going to risk losing you. 

You’re fully aware of Eddie’s feelings for you and you’ve been hesitant to tell him that you feel the same way. You’re only twelve so you don’t think you’re ready for a relationship yet. You’re going to wait a few years and if Eddie’s still available, you’ll be sure to let him know how you feel. 

You’d never tell him that you dream about the two of you getting married every night when you go to sleep. You imagine the two of you getting out of Hawkins and heading to the courthouse to elope. And then you’d spend the rest of your life on the road with him, knowing that you'll be happy as long as you’re with him. That’s what your perfect future looks like. 

You’re so deep in thought that Eddie has to nudge you a couple of times to get your attention. You shake your head then look at the screen and see that the credits are rolling. Had you really been so in your head the entire movie? Well, it’s a good thing you’d already seen it nine other times. 

You’re still holding hands when you exit the theater and the two of you make a beeline to the arcade since you know the way by heart by now. How many times have you gone there when you were tired of the trailer park? It’s at the point where the employees know you by name now. 

You pull Eddie along and lead him to the game he likes the best-Space Invaders. You retrieve a quarter from your coin purse and hand it to him. He puts it in the machine and starts playing, moving the joystick this way and that as he presses the buttons. 

You could watch him play for hours and never get bored. There’s something so comforting about it. Not only is it because you’re watching your favorite person, but also because it’s something you can focus on, not thinking about your fucked up home life for once. When you’re here, none of that can hurt you. You’re in your safe space and for a few hours, you can pretend that your life is different. 

Once he eventually loses, he checks the leaderboard to see his name at the top before letting you drag him over to one of the claw machines. It’s tradition now that you have to get him a stuffed animal every time. His bed is filled with him and even though he barely has any room left, he’ll still take another. He just can’t ever say no to you. 

He watches you put a quarter into the machine and it starts up. You move the claw this way and that and he sees it drop down, grabbing hold of a black stuffed animal he can’t quite make out. You move it over to the spot where you’re supposed to retrieve it and reach into the door and grab it. It doesn’t matter how many times this happens, he’s always moved by it. None of his friends have ever done anything like that. 

He looks down at the stuffed animal in his hands and can finally make out that it’s a bat. He’s always thought they were cool. He’s researched them a lot in the books on different creatures that he got for Christmas one year. According to the book, they apparently represent rebirth and are believed to be able to lead people through hard times. Sometimes he wishes he were a bat and when he was younger, he found himself hanging upside down from one of the trees in the trailer park.

This is the one he’s always going to hold close to him. It’s the one he’ll clutch to his chest at night-the one that will bring him comfort. And he will of course think of you like he does every night. You’re always on his mind even when you’re not around-making him feel all warm and fuzzy even in his mind. 

Of course Teresa is late from picking you up and the arcade is closed for the night by the time her car pulls up to the curb. You and Eddie wordlessly get into the backseat and you’re surprised she let him in this time. There’s still tension between the two of them and you know it’s because she doesn’t approve. You know that it’s because she thinks you’ll end up just like her-eighteen and pregnant and alone. You have no idea where she’s coming from because when have you ever shown your mother that you’re like her in any way?

She’s never let you be around boys for that exact reason and she’s always been hands off so you wonder why this is where she draws the line. She’ll leave you alone to fend for yourself for a week, but if you even make eye contact with a boy, she suddenly cares about you. In a way, you understand that this is her way of looking out for you, but you and Eddie are just friends. And that’s all you ever will be. 

The car pulls up to your trailer before you know it and Teresa heads inside for her nightly routine of having at least half of a handle of vodka before passing out on the couch as some game show plays loudly on the TV. Eddie walks you to the door where you linger like you always do. 

“Night,” he says, that adorable smile playing on his lips as he stuffs his hands into the front pockets of his jeans.

“Night, Eds,” you reply, turning towards the front door, but he stops you before you can open it. 

“Wait, I wanna give you something,” he says and you turn to face him, ready to receive whatever he’s wanting to give you. He’s always giving you random little things that he’s found that remind him of you and now you keep them on the shelf above your bed. It all looks like junk, but it’s not to you. It’s all special. 

“Okay,” you respond and before you can even register what’s happening, he pecks your lips then races across the road to his own trailer, slamming the door behind him. Once you have time for it to make sense, you can’t help but giggle and rush inside, dreaming about it until you fall asleep, finally knowing what Eddie Munson’s lips feel like-well, sort of.

[hllfireclb86]

I need Eddie Munson to finger me

[fanfictionsweetheart]

Home Cooking

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: They’ve been friends forever. They have routines with each other. But there has always been something bubbling below the surface. And an impromptu cooking lesson seems to be just the thing to finally reveal their feelings.

Trigger/Content Warning(s): tooth rotting fluff!

Word Count: 1534

A/N: I’m really proud of this cute bit of fluff

Tags: @staley83

Eddie’s smile had always been infectious. Goofy and genuine. And those damn dimples that would make any girl swoon.

Though due to his rocker style no girls seemed to pay him any attention.

Well, except for his best friend.

(Name) had been his neighbor in the trailer park for as long as he could remember. They had played together as kids. Her adoptive mother had let him stay over whenever he was scared as a kid. Those nights when his dad was supposed to watch him while his mom was sick and his uncle was working...and his dad decided he wanted to go out and get wasted more than he wanted to be a father.

Even when the kids teased them for being best friends and having sleep overs they stuck together. High school was what seemed to force them somewhat apart.

(Name) excelled in school and graduated near the top of their class.

Eddie was held back. Twice over now.

(Name) was on the road for a college degree and a path out of Hawkins. But life isn’t fair. Her adoptive mother was killed in a robbery at the gas station she worked the counter in. So (Name) had to get a job and stay around. She couldn’t afford college and a funeral.

And she felt like honoring the woman who gave her a chance and took her in when she was so young and lost was the best option. That was when she and Eddie began to rekindle their friendship.

Which led them here tonight. Eddie over in her trailer for dinner. This had become a routine. When she had the night off from the diner she was a waitress at, she made dinner for the two of them and they ate and watched a movie or listened to music.

But tonight she insisted that he try cooking with her.

“I’m not exactly handy in the kitchen, Princess.” Eddie teased.

“Well, you better learn, you can’t survive on just junk food and pot forever, Eds.” She teased right back.

“I make sandwiches sometimes.” Eddie protested with a grin.

“Uh-huh, come on Eddie, you want chicken Parmesan you gotta help me.” She said, using his requested meal for leverage.

With a playful groan Eddie finally agreed to help.

“Where do’ya want me?” He asked.

“Can you shred half of the block of mozzarella and the rest of that block of Parmesan?” She asked while motioning to the two cheeses she had pulled from her fridge, “And take your rings off, please.”

Eddie nodded and did as she said, after removing his rings of course. She smiled and continued to dice some onion and mince some garlic before adding them into a saucepan with some butter to sauté to add flavor to the sauce.

There was music filling her trailer along with the smell of the aromatics cooking. She had a pot of salted water on the stove to boil so she could get the spaghetti cooking.

Eddie finished with the cheeses before looking over at (Name) who was smiling while cooking, adding the crushed tomatoes to the saucepan and stirring them in to mix the onions and garlic into it. Adding some salt and pepper she let it simmer. Out of habit she was explaining what she was doing to Eddie who always asked questions whenever they did anything he hadn’t done before or he didn’t fully understand.

“Alright now when the water starts to boil would you add the spaghetti into it. I’m gonna get the dredge ready.” She said.

“Can you show me what you do?” He asked suddenly.

She turned and smiled at him, “Of course.” She said.

He wanted to spend as much time as possible as he could with her. He may not be good at cooking but he was actually enjoying the bonding time they were having.

She smiled, “Okay, is a three part step.” She explained, noticing that he had been listening closely, “I seasoned the chicken earlier after pounding them down to an even size with just some salt and pepper.” She said, “But I’m going to season the flour and breadcrumbs. This isn’t authentic but then again...who cares it tastes good.”

Eddie chuckled, making her blush. Somewhere along the lines in their friendship she’d developed a crush on her best friend. But she wasn’t sure if she should act on it. She didn’t wanna ruin things. So she relished in these moments of bonding or closeness they got as just friends.

“Salt, pepper, garlic powder, onion powder, and chili powder for a touch of spice, adding the Parmesan into the breadcrumbs only, though.” She explained as she added her preferred amounts, “If the flour doesn’t change color even a little bit...it’s not seasoned enough. That’s what Ma told me.”

She smiled remembering her adoptive mother teaching her to cook. Eddie smiled as well, she was always so happy when she was cooking.

“Alright, now could you crack four eggs into that bowl and mix them up with a splash of milk for me?” She asked, “I’m gonna get the oil heating up.”

Eddie nodded and was quick to do as she said. When the task was done she returned to the slight assembly line she had set up.

“Alright, chicken goes into the flour first, keeping this hand dry I’m gonna coat it in the flour then shake it off and dunk it in the egg, second hand is only wet…” she explained, “Then let some of that egg drip off and coat it in the bread crumbs, dry hand here as well.”

“Why do you do it that way?” He asked.

“The wet hand, dry hand...or the method to coat the chicken breasts?” She asked.

“Both.” He said.

“Okay, one hand to handle the plain chicken and then just the egg coated chicken and the other to handle the flour and breadcrumbs keeps my hands from getting gunked up and messy...it feels gross and it goes smoother. Because sometimes fingers coated like the chicken can pull off some of the breading I’ve worked so hard on coating the chicken with.” She giggled.

“Makes sense.” He said.

“Now for this method, the flour clings to the raw chicken and the egg clings to the flour then the bread crumbs cling to the egg and flour mixture.” She explained then thought for a moment of a good metaphor that he would understand, “The seasoning in every step is like the drums adding a beat to a song, the flour is like the bass adding the rhythm that helps tie everything together, the egg mixture is the guitar that builds what most people hear and the bread crumb coating is your voice and lyrics that draws the listener in and hooks them.”

She had kept working as she explained it and had finished breading the last piece of chicken when she finished speaking. She looked up at Eddie to see that sparkle she loved in his brown eyes. And that swoon worthy smile on his face.

“What?” She asked, her cheeks heating up a bit.

“My voice, huh?” He teased.

She rolled her eyes to cover her embarrassment, “Shut up, you know I actually like your band, dumbass.” She teased while going to wash her hands.

“Now I’ve gotta brown the chicken in the oil, it should nearly cook through in the oil.” She said, “Could you get me a plate with some paper towels on it and dump out the egg in the sink and the dry ingredients into the trash.”

“Yes chef.” Eddie teased, making her laugh.

She cooked the chicken and Eddie stirred the tomato sauce for her. Once the chicken was browned, she turned the fire off under He frying pan and lined a casserole dish with some aluminum foil.

“Okay, last step.” She said, a small spoonful of sauce in the bottom of the pan, lay in the chicken and sprinkle on a third of the mozzarella, then a more generous spoonful of the sauce over top. Another third of the cheese. Then pop it in the oven to finish cooking and melt the cheese. Now we put the spaghetti in the pot and that garlic bread I bought into the toaster oven and we wait.”

Eddie nodded and helped her with these last few steps.

“Fifteen to twenty minutes and we’ll have dinner.” She said.

Eddie smiled at her and tilted his head, “Now about you liking my voice.” He teased.

“You’re never gonna let me live down using you as my example, huh?” She laughed, her cheeks bright red.

Eddie shook his head, “Why do you go through all that work to feed me, of all people, (Name)?” He asked.

“Because I care about you Eddie,” She said simply.

Eddie smiled, “Thank you...for always caring.” He said, “Even when I fuck up…”

(Name) smiled softly at him, “Hey, fuck up or not, you’re still my Eddie.” She assured him and leaned over and pecked his cheek.

She’d done that a million times before but tonight it felt different. Though neither of them said anything about it. Deciding to just live in the moment.

[gracieheartspedro]

You Really Got Me Now

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

word count: 5.2k words

description: your best friend and roommate eddie is pissing you off, per usual. his way of making you feel heard is not very conventional.

warnings: 18+ content, MDNI, no use of y/n, roommate au, lowkey pwp, best friend!eddie, reader and eddie are both in their 30s, a bit of force proximity, reader is awkward as fuck (she just like me), reader hasn't gotten dick lately, mentions of voyeurism (eddie and reader have listened to each other having sex), kind of dom!eddie, fingering, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, unprotected p in v, lots and lots of dirty talk, eddie cums in reader.... annoying ass neighbors?

authors note: yeah i don't know. i'm just horny for this man. all of the time. thanks to lindsey @amanitacowboy who CONSISTENTLY feeds into my delusions. love u.

how to help palestine ~ dividers by @cafekitsune

He pissed you off for the fourth time today. 

You had spent most of your day doing yard work, trying to ensure the home you two shared did not look overgrown for your snooty neighbors. They already hated that there was an unmarried couple living next to them. Even worse they were not even a couple. 

Eddie and you had been friends for over a decade. When you two could not find someone to settle down with once you both turned 30, you decided to rent a house together. You were sick of living at home with your parents and everyone else around you was in love. Steve had Kira, Robin had Vicki, and well… you had Eddie. Eddie had you. But not in a romantic sense. 

That’s what you two told yourselves, at least. 

Made crystal clear years ago, you and Eddie knew your friendship meant more than some knee jerk desires. You had kissed once, and you would be lying if you said you did not enjoy it. He was tentative, kissing you like he was trying to melt all your worries away. At the time, it was a desperate attempt to distract your mind from a shitty break up and Eddie had gotten a bit too high. 

That next morning, you sat down with him and discussed boundaries. No kissing, no sex. That was the hard line, and for years, you two had kept that promise to yourselves. 

There had been moments. An evening out with friends where you two would dance all night together and when you parted to go to your separate rooms, you would linger in the hallway just staring at each other. No one ever caved because you both knew you would regret it in the morning. Or the tense nights where one of you said something to rub the other person the wrong way. Sometimes it would turn into you two apologizing in the dimly lit kitchen, hugging and swaying near the flickering oven lightbulb. 

Today was going to be one of those days for sure. Everything he did rubbed you the wrong way.

He had not done the dishes last night, deciding to stay up late and drink himself into a deep slumber. When you woke up, wrapped in your falling-apart-at-the-seams robe and saw the dishes, you wanted to throw an empty beer bottle at him. But you didn’t. You just did them and didn’t say a word.

Then there was leaving his wet clothes in the washing machine. The moment your nose got a whiff of the despicable scent of molding clothes, you slammed the top down and groaned his name. He was not even in the house, deciding as soon as he woke up that he needed to go get a pack of cigarettes from the gas station. 

Then there was him being adamant about washing his van with the hose you were trying to use to water the dying plants in the flower beds surrounding your front door. You just grit your teeth, jerking your head into a nod when he asked for it. 

Now here he is, making you mad again as you sweat all of your body weight over some weeds. 

“I’m having some of the guys over tonight for some burgers-” “No.”

He narrows his eyes at you, swatting a gnat away from his face as you place your hands on your hips. 

“Why not?”

You had a list. A big long list. The house was a disaster. The neighbors called a noise complaint last time. The grill needed propane.

This was the tipping point. “Eddie, I’m gonna fuckin’ kill you in our front yard,” You blow up, throwing off your gardening gloves, “You haven’t done shit for this house in months. I am like your own little personal housewife. I am the only person in this house that keeps it nice and clean. I haven’t had a night out in months because I am using my weekends to keep up with this shithole. I haven’t had a guy over in over a year, for fucks sake! No guy wants to fuck a girl who lives with a shitty roommate who can’t even clean. I need… I need your help.” 

His demeanor shifts, his shoulders slumping a bit. You did not mean for the word vomit to come out like that. You sounded vicious, but all of it needed to come out at sometime.

“Sweetheart-” But you do not want his excuses. You wave him off, storming towards the front door and swinging open the glass door, letting it shut behind you. You needed cold A/C on your face. You were about to pass out from anger and heatstroke. Damn Indiana summers. 

Eddie launches the door open, practically chasing you down to the kitchen. You stand under a vent, tilting your face directly towards the line of air. 

“What do you need my help with?” He asks, a slight arrogance in his tone. 

You don’t even look at him. You just hum as the cold air caresses your face. “The dishes. The laundry. Fuckin’ clean a toilet-”

“And what about guys not coming over?”

You finally tilt your head over at him, confused. “Huh?”

He looks at you with this fire in his eyes that you have almost never seen before. Maybe once or twice when one of his ex girlfriend’s said something based. He did not seem angry, per se, but he seemed agitated.

He crosses his arms over his chest, covering the Metallica logo on the front of his black tank top. His arms are toned and sprawling with randomly harsh lined tattoos. You had to thank Steve for the toned muscles as he was forcing Eddie to lift weights with him twice a week. You are definitely seeing the results. 

“You said no guy wants to fuck a girl who lives with a shitty roommate,” He states plainly, leaning against the kitchen island, “How am I supposed to help you with that?”

It’s like he’s trying to hint at something. Eddie was notorious for not saying what he really wanted to say, just simply talking around the subject. 

“Let me have a night off where I’m not cleaning up after you. Maybe I can bring a guy home.”

He cocks his head to the side, pursing his lips as his eyes take you in your sweaty clothing. You had sweat dripping into places you never knew you even had. You felt better being in the air conditioning, but that did not disguise the already stained areas of the front of your oversized t-shirt and biker shorts. 

“You don’t need me to… do anything else?”

Will this be fifth time Eddie Munson pisses you off today?

“Say what you need to say, Munson,” You warn, annoyed by the creeping smile on his face. 

You watch as he uncrosses his arms, leaning forward towards you. “Do you need me to fuck you, princess? Is that what this is?”

Your jaw hits the floor at his offer.

“What? H-how are you getting that from this-” “You just need a good fuck to release all this tension. It’s written all over you.”

He has never been this bold before. It’s blowing your mind. He has never propositioned sex to you, ever. Maybe jokingly. Wait, last week he did suggest it to get rid of your period cramps-

“You have to be kiddin’ me, Munson.”

He shakes his head, dipping his head down to meet your eyes, “I’m deadly serious, princess.”

“You’re just sayin’ this to piss me off even more-”

He presses his pointer finger to your lips, shushing you immediately, “All this talk and I’m not hearing a no.”

You swat his hand away, groaning in annoyance. You gave Eddie props, he was very convincing when he wanted to be. But you knew better.

But then again, it had been a year since a guy pleased you. 

“Eddie, you know the promise we made all those years ago. No kissing. No sex,” You lean further away, your back arching over the counter. “You can’t just propose this because I am angry at you and want you to take some accountability.”

“I’m not proposing this because I wanna weasel my way out of trouble. I’m doing it because you have been so tense these last couple months, I feel like I am walking on eggshells,” He explains, tossing his hands in the air dramatically, “Just let me get it out of your system. I know it’s been a year or so.”

“How do you know?”

You were trying to find a way out. The deepest darkest secret you held in the very depths of your heart was that you did have feelings for Eddie. You have since high school. But Eddie was occupied in every place in life and you got the permanent label as friend before you even had a chance. He dated around and you were stuck secretly obsessing over him, which- whatever. It was fine. 

All his passes at you were just normal at this point. You never gave them a second thought. You were idle in the idea that it was just jokes and that he never meant it. Even when he said he would give you head to make you feel better when the last guy you dated broke up with you. Or when he told you that he liked the way your hands felt pressed against his bare chest when you helped him apply sunscreen. Or when-

Wait... Did friends usually say that to each other?

“How do I know what?” He asks, his voice wavering a bit.

You huff, “How do you know it’s been a year?”

A mischievous smile spreads across his lips, “Because the last time I heard you through the wall moaning and begging, was about March of last year. It’s currently June.”

The heat rises back to your cheeks as you stare at him wide eyed. You did not realize he was even home when you last had someone over, let alone knew he heard it all.

“Eddie! You sick bastard! You listened?!”

You go to smack his chest but he snatches your hand away, the darkness in his eyes only hinting at his intentions. 

“How can I not? You were so loud for that guy,” He almost looks jealous. Almost. 

“I-“

“Just begging for him to let you cum. Did you, sweetheart? Did you cum for that slimeball?”

Your mouth opens slightly, realizing his hand is still wrapped around your wrist. No ease in the tension around it, just white-knuckling it. 

“I don’t remember-“

“Those moans sounded too good to be true, princess. But what do I know,” He sits back against the counter again, pulling your body closer as he does, “You’ve never cum for me. Maybe you actually do sound like that.”

You really should not. You should just yank your arm away from him and mark this down as Eddie just being a perv again. But something inside you, the tension, the annoyance, the desire, is starting to burn a pit in your stomach.

“I can.”

He raises his eyebrows, pulling your wrist and hand up to his shoulder so you rest it there. You grip onto his bare shoulder, while his arm snakes around your waist. 

“You can what?”

Your mouth goes dry, unsure if you can actually mutter the words. You usually had no filter with Eddie, but right now you felt like your voice completely cut out. He looks down at you, his head tilted in curiosity. “Say it, sweetheart. You can what?”

You grit your teeth, finally submitting. 

“I could cum for you.”

He arrogantly smirks, his fingers sneaking up under your shirt, “Yeah, princess? You wanna cum for me?”

Coming from his lips, it’s like melted butter. It seems so natural, his voice dropping as he speaks such absurd things to you. You smack your lips together, almost like you are contemplating giving in. But your mind is already made up. 

Before you can even give him a taste of his own medicine, your mind slips.

“If only you make me scream like those other girls.”

Fuck. Why did you say that?

His mouth only widens, shocked at the statement. “So you were listening to me, huh? You called me a sick bastard mere moments ago when you were doing the same thing!”

Your fingers pinch his earlobe, making him flinch a bit. “Eddie, you cannot help but be loud! Neither can they!”

Your defense is weak, but you try to sound convincing. 

“Well they are screaming for a reason, sweetheart.”

You dismiss the comment for a minute, really trying to mull this idea over. Would this cost you his friendship? Was it all really worth it? 

Your nails trail down and dig into his shoulder blade, warningly. “Do you seriously want to do this?”

He shrugs, casually, like this is the most normal conversation you two have ever had. “I’ve been trying to figure out a way to get you in my bed for years. Seems like I just gotta get you all angry and hot for you to even think about it.”

The revelation deflates you a bit. You mentally slap yourself, thinking back to all the times Eddie has offered you ‘time’ with him in bed. You always took his passes as jokes, because that’s just Eddie. He’s never been serious a day in his life. 

You press your body into him more, your nose getting closer to his, “You’ve wanted this for years?”

He nudges your nose with his, playfully, “Don’t act all surprised.”

The tension is at an all time high. The moment your eyes drop to his lips, you cannot peel them away from them. You have been close to him like this before, but never with explicit intentions. Maybe just to tease him or pester him. One time to inspect a possible bug that flew into his eye. 

Eddie was your friend. Best friend. 

Why was he looking different?

He notes the way you are silent, observing the way his lips curl upward into a toothless grin. 

He shifts down, capturing your lips in a hesitant kiss, testing the waters. When the softness of his lips makes impact on your slightly dry lips, you feel self-conscious for a beat. 

That was until you felt Eddie’s other hand sneak around your waist and pull you even closer. It’s the quiet reassurance you did not even know you needed. 

You lean into it, practically falling into his chest completely. The kiss only progresses from there. Your hand cradles his neck as his hands sneak down from your waist to your ass. You had seen Eddie kiss before, but having it be done to you is a completely different experience. He’s hungry for it, but he’s also so tender and calculated with the movements. 

The groping turns into him leveraging you upward onto the countertop. He slots himself between your legs, feeling up your thighs as his tongue slips past your lips. He’s good at stimulating you in every way, your body riddled with goosebumps. You cannot help the groans leaving your throat.

“God, you’re so hot,” He grumbles between kisses. You giggle into his mouth which makes him shake his head and pull away. 

You hold his face close to yours, smiling up at his lust-blown eyes. “Never thought I’d hear you say that. Well… in this situation at least.”

“Can you just shush and let me make you feel good?” His lips trail down from your cheek peppering wet kisses to your neck, “Lemme make it up to you, sweetheart. Been a bad friend. Bad roommate.”

You roll your eyes for two reasons. One, he’s a dork. Two, his lips feel way too good on your throat.

“Make it up to me by being a good lover.”

He barks a laugh, almost too loud for the joke. “Oh, you want me to make love to you?”

“Can you just keep kissin’-”

His lips touch your collarbones and suddenly your body stiffens. You look down at his sinful expression, his lips dragging lower over your chest. His hand returns to the hem of your shirt, slowly tugging it over your head. Your ratty old sports bra was the least sexy thing you could be wearing, but Eddie eyes you like you are in lacey red lingerie with his name stitched into it. You take it upon yourself to peel the sweaty bra off, luckily the only scent you smell when you lift your arms is your antiperspirant.

“You are more perfect than I imagined,” Eddie mumbles, his hands reaching out to cup your boobs. His hands still adorned with his gaudy rings. Makes the sight even more breathtaking. 

You roll your eyes, not believing him, “You’ve seen me in a bathing-”

His head dips down, catching your nipple in his mouth. The action silences you and instead of continuing your nervous babbling, you moan out his name. He rolls your pebbled nipple between his teeth while hissing in satisfaction. You can not stop yourself from raking your fingers through his curls. 

He pulls away from your chest, pressing a quick kiss to your other tit, “I can’t do this if you continue to give me grief.”

The dig makes you blush. You were always awful when it came to dirty talk. Making it awkward was, unfortunately, your specialty. You nod sheepishly, untangling your fingers from his deep chocolate brown hair.

“I’ll shut up.”

He shakes his head, his lips finding the spot right below your ear. You can feel the smirk on his face, "No, don’t shut up. Just keep making those other pretty sounds for me, sweetheart.”

His thumbs hook around the elastic waistband of your shorts, tugging them down. You lift your hips, using his shoulders to balance yourself. You don’t expect him to have you completely naked on your kitchen counter, but the moment your underwear peel away from your cunt, you realize that the wetness between your legs is not just sweat. 

He pulls away from your neck to look at your bare body before him and the groan he lets out makes your pussy clench around nothing. His hand skips down your body, eventually groping your hips. 

“Eddie,” You hum, tilting his chin up so his eyes meet yours, “I’m very naked and you are not.”

He smiles wickedly, shaking his head, “‘Cause I ain’t fuckin’ you here, sweetheart. This is just a really good place for me to get on my knees and devour you.”

You swallow hard, watching him drop to one knee, making him eye level with your glistening cunt, “And look at how beautiful and wet she is for me. This all for me, sweet girl?”

“You’re not the only one who’s been wanting this for a while,” You admit, your eyes drooping to watch his mouth move across your inner thighs. You are a bit self-conscious, not having prepared your pussy for this kind of activity, but Eddie does not seem to mind. He admires you like a piece of art at a museum.

He flicks his tongue out of his mouth, unhurriedly moving up your slit. Once he has his first taste, that smile returns, “Mmm, there’s that confession I’ve been waiting for.”

Your mind draws a blank as he dives back in, pressing his tongue between your pussy lips. He has never looked so happy doing a task in his life, his beautifully straight teeth bared as his tongue swirls around your clit. His grip only tightens on your thighs ensuring you do not move them together. He needs you nice and wide open while he tongue fucks you. 

He becomes more eager with his movements the moment you try to brace yourself on the edge of the counter. His fingers hook down into your flesh, dragging you to the edge of the surface. He does not miss a beat while he suckles on your clit, wrapping his plump pink lips around it and slurping it like a straw. 

The knot in your stomach is tightening as you study his actions. Somehow it is like he knows your body better than you do. 

The instant he sinks his pointer and middle finger into your soaked cunt, it is game over. Your body reacts before your mind does, vibrating against his mouth and fingers. He does not slow down when you clench around him, instead, he increases his speed and ministrations. 

“Jesus, fuck, Eddie,” you whimper, surrendering to the climax. You squeeze your eyes shut, letting your mouth hang ajar as random moans escape you. Your nerve endings have never felt so electrified in your life. 

Once you feel a slight come down, Eddie comes back up for air. His lips are shiny with his own saliva and whatever escaped you when you came. 

You drop your head back, hitting the upper cabinet. 

“You didn’t even have to beg for the first one,” He grunts, getting back to his feet. He locks his arm around your knees and drags your upper half into his other arm, “But the second one, you have to ask for permission, ‘kay?”

His lips are pressed to your temple, kissing you gingerly. 

“You want me to beg, Eds?”

He chuckles darkly, carrying you princess-style across the house and to the living room. He could take you to bed, but he is not sure if that feels too intimate. You just want him inside you, not caring much where he decides to do it. 

You bounce on the worn-down couch as he drops you down, your bare ass immediately sticking to the leather. His discards his tank top and practically jumps on top of you, his hips resting between your legs. You greedily tug at his basketball shorts, begging to reveal the length behind the tented fabric. 

“Mmm, eager, are we?”

You had seen Eddie’s ass plenty of times. His shirtless frame. But never his dick. His tight pants left little to the imagination most times. But up close, pressed against your palm, you cannot help but gasp about how big he is. 

He grabs your wrist firmly, his curls dropping down his shoulders as he shakes his head, “Wanna hear you beg.”

It spills right out of your desperate mouth. “Please, Eddie.”

“Please what?”

“Let me see your cock,” Your eyes reflecting faux innocence, “Please?”

He cannot help but giggle, assisting you in getting his shorts down his tattooed legs. You had been next to him for the big one on his right thigh, an ode to his favorite Metallica album. You did not completely understand the concept, but the black ink littering his body only added to his appeal. 

His cock is even better than your mind had mocked up before. Long, slightly curved to the left, and not too thick that he may split you in half. 

You truly cannot fathom the fact that this is happening. He is willingly showing you his dick and smiling at you while you gawk. 

He is naked above you, and God is he breathtaking. The mop of curls, the broadness of his shoulders, his very slight tummy from all the beer he drinks, the works of art littering his pale skin.

Your eyes finally make their way back up to his, only to note the serious look he’s giving you. 

“What?”

His lips twitch, “Just can’t believe I finally get to do this. And that it’s real and it’s not all in my head.”

Your heart stutters. 

You lick your lips, searching every crevice of your mind for a response. He realizes that you are trying to muddle up a reply and that he has broken your brain temporarily. So instead of letting you counter his statement, he captures your lips in a bruising kiss. 

He wastes no time after that, grabbing his dick and pushing it between your slick folds. You groan into his mouth, your pussy still very sensitive from the first orgasm he gave you. Your hand snakes around the back of his neck, holding his face close to yours. 

“Eddie-“

He pushes into you before you can say anything else, a hiss whistling between his clenched teeth. 

“God damn,” He throws his head back, shaking your hand away from his neck, “You’re fuckin’ tight, princess.”

The moan that leaves your throat is a whole octave lower than your actual voice. Eddie looks down at you, the widest smile painted across his face. You feel his hips inch closer and closer to you and you realize he is not fully inside you yet. 

You take a breath, trying to relax your muscles, “Please, please, please.”

He snaps his hips forward, a dark guttural chuckle taunting you. “There she is. Beggin’.”

Eddie had changed into a completely different person. Sure, he was always picking on you, but this was a stark contrast from your silly best friend. The man above you, slowly rocking his hips inside you, was feral. His confidence only burning brighter the more you whimper for him. 

“Please, faster.”

The wet squelching noise that emits between your bodies is borderline embarrassing. You had never heard such a sound with any other man. Eddie loves it, though. The idea that you were just gushing for him is enough to send him into overdrive. 

“Yeah? You want me to go faster,” He pushes your thighs apart, spreading you wider. He wants to look at how beautiful your pussy looks stuffed full of him. “Look at that.”

You shift yourself up on your elbows, looking down at the sight he cannot peel his eyes away from. “Jesus, I cannot believe…”

You drift off, watching Eddie slowly retreat back only to sharply snap forward. Your jaw goes slack as he drives himself into you, disappearing over and over again. 

Eddie‘s eyes are now on you, watching your tits jiggle every time his cock pierces your squishy walls. 

“You really needed this, huh, princess?”

You watch as he reaches down between your bodies, swiping your clit with his thumb.

Your eyes roll back, unable to hold yourself together, “I really did, oh my god.”

Your legs stiffen and Eddie’s hands loosen up, letting you squirm and adjust yourself. Your hips burn and your mind is mush. Eddie’s erratic movements against your swollen bud and his rapidly moving hips are overstimulating, you cannot help but lock your legs around him. 

“Yeah, I can fucking feel you clenching around me,” He babbles, licking his lips, “You just take my cock so well, don’t you? Just fuckin’ made for me.”

He does not stop talking as you grunt your response. You have never seen the man so driven to get something done in your life. He wants to cum, but he wants to feel you fall apart on him even more. His words are just pouring out of him.

“Yeah? You want me to make you mine, huh? Gonna make this pussy somethin’ only I can have.“

Your eyes fly open in shock, his words ringing in your ears. You feel his dick twitch inside you, hitting the same perfect spot over and over again. “Please, please.”

“Fuck, say it, baby. Say that you’re mine.”

He is so desperate, his usual calm, cool, collected voice faltering. 

“I’m yours, Eddie.”

His thumb presses hard down on your clit, causing your hips to shift upward. The nerve endings that were ablaze before are now imploding. 

The vibration of your body catches him off guard at first, so he locks his hands on your hips. You lurch your body into a crescent shape as he continues to chase his high. A final scream rips through your body, chanting his name. 

Every snap forward was another word slipping from his practically drooling mouth. He fucked his cum deep inside you, his words bouncing off the walls.

“Yes.” “The.” “Fuck.” “You.” “Are.”

Your body goes completely limp under him the moment your high dissipates. He is panting like he just ran 10 miles as he slowly drifts to his side, positioning his nude body between your body and the back couch cushions. When his cock leaves your cunt, he dribbles cum over your mound and lower tummy. You glance down at your body, completely blissed out. 

You have never felt more appreciated in your life.

He lays his head right on your shoulder, fanning your sweaty body with his warm breath. He does not say anything, just settles next you, throwing his arm over your midsection.

You swallow, trying to regain your composure. You thought after doing something like this with Eddie, you would feel some guilt. Regret, maybe. But none of those emotions spring up.

You felt relaxed and at peace. Like you walked off the edge of a cliff and instead of landing on a rocky bottom, you landed on a sea of fluffy pillows. It was a relief. 

Your eyes fall onto his lazily smirking face, “I did really need that.”

He hums his response at first, before clearing his throat. “Yeah, I could tell. I can read you pretty well, huh?”

That’s the understatement of the century. He can read you perfectly. 

You start to reflect on every word that spilled from his lips during the entire interaction, and suddenly your stomach is in knots. You start to wonder if he really did feel those things, or if he was just lost in the moment. You almost don’t ask in fear that he will tell you something you didn’t want to hear. 

“Did you mean everything you said,” You press, your hand absentmindedly tucking some of his hair behind of his ear. His fingers dance across your flesh, eventually swirling around your collarbones.

“Yeah, ‘course.”

He says it so simply. You wanted to believe it was that easy, but there is logistical things that needed to be discussed. Feelings and thoughts that needed further explanation. 

Eddie can see that your mind is racing. Your expression gives you away every time. His mouth slowly opens to further elaborate on his response, but before he can get out a word, there’s a pounding at your front door. 

It is so sudden and loud, you both sit up from the couch. 

“Mr. Munson! You left your hose on! There’s a drought-”

You tune out the rest of the rant from your elderly neighbor because Eddie starts chuckling and rubbing his eyes. He looks down at you as the rant starts to get louder, pressing a chaste kiss on your lips before grabbing his boxers off the floor. 

“You stay there, beautiful. I’ll deal with this.”

You do as he says, the bliss he left you in after the kiss enough to hold you over until he comes crawling back on top of you. He stumbles back into his boxers, going to the front door and cracking it so he can get eyes on your neighbor. 

“Yeah, my fault, Mr. O’Connell. Had to comfort my lady because she cut herself on the shovel. I’ll be right out to shut off that hose and save the rainforest or whatever.”

You hear a scoff from behind the door, the older gentleman taken off guard. “Oh, so she’s your lady now?”

You can hear the smile that spreads across his face. “Always has been, sir.”

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Common Ground

Masterlist 𐴱 Taglist 𐴱 Reading List 𐴱 Navigation A/N: liiiiitle bit of Angst for the lovebirds. The abandonment issues go crazy for both of them, which is why they latched onto each other the way that they did from the jump.

Anyways, this is part twelve of my Welcome to Hellfire Series. Previous Parts: 1 𐴱 2 𐴱 3 𐴱 4 𐴱 5 𐴱 6 𐴱 7 𐴱 8 𐴱 9 𐴱 10 𐴱 11 Series Masterlist

Summary: Eddie mentions a party, then immediately realizes that you don't know about his little side job. Panic ensues, and you are rattled by the revelation that your new boyfriend could face consequences harsh enough to tear you apart.

There was a party that friday night. 

After doing nothing but rolling around in his bed for two days straight, you were surprised when Eddie mentioned it on Thursday evening, especially because it was being thrown by Jason Carver, who openly antagonized him at school all the time. 

You didn’t understand why he would want to be in a houseful of jocks and preps, and when you shot him a confused look and asked if he was planning on going, he felt panic deep in his chest. 

He was only going to sell. 

The two of you hadn’t talked about it, and he’d just assumed up until that point that you knew of his little side gig. 

It wasn’t much of a secret. Surely you would’ve heard about it at school, right?

He didn’t even want to bring you with him in the first place. Didn’t want you around any of that shit, but he wasn’t about to tell you that you couldn’t come. He wanted to spend time with you, and the thought of being apart for even a few hours felt catastrophic in a way that should have been concerning. 

What if you didn’t know?

What if you found out and wanted nothing to do with him? 

Would you see him the way the rest of the town did? Think he was a Satanist freak with a drug problem?

“Eds?” Your soft voice pulled him from his thoughts, and his eyes snapped over to yours. 

“You alright?” You looked concerned, frowning with a furrowed brow. 

“Yeah.” He cleared his throat. “You don’t have to come if you don’t want to.” 

“Oh.” 

He didn’t miss the flash of hurt in your eyes. 

Oh, god. You thought he didn’t want you around. 

He’d rather you be angry than hurt. 

“You know I deal, right?” He blurted. 

Your head tilted to the slide slightly as if you didn’t understand. 

“Drugs, Sweetheart.” He sighed, raking a hand through his hair, averting his gaze anxiously. “I sell drugs. That’s why I’m going to that stupid party.” 

“Right.” You frowned, heart sinking into your stomach. “I guess that I thought people were just being judgemental and making shit up.” 

“They’re not.” 

“Oh.” 

“Yeah.” Eddie was trying to get a read on you, but couldn’t. The realization terrified him. “Does that bother you?” 

“Of course it bothers me, Eddie.” There was a flash of something in your eyes, but it looked to him more like worry than anger. “What if you get caught?” 

“Hopper has a bit of a soft spot for me.” He defended weakly, knowing full well that the police chief's patience with his antics was wearing thin.  

“That’s not very reassuring.” You averted your gaze, and Eddie felt it like a punch in his gut. “What kind of drugs?” 

“Weed mostly,” he gnawed on his bottom lip until he tasted blood. “Pills sometimes.” 

“And you’re going to this party to sell weed and pills?” 

“Pretty much.” 

“Hmm.” 

It was quiet for far too long. 

You were staring down at your shoes, brow furrowed as you got lost in thought. 

“Could you-” He fidgeted anxiously, fighting not to reach out for you. “Could you say something? You’re scaring me, sweetheart.” 

“I’m scaring you?” you frowned, “Eddie, I’m scared. What if you get arrested and go to jail?”

“You’ll bail me out?” He’d meant for it to be a joke, but you clearly didn’t find it very funny. 

“What if they don’t let me?” Your heart was fluttering too quickly behind your ribs, hard enough that you could feel it in the back of your throat. 

Picturing Eddie in jail after the week you’d had felt devastating. 

Catastrophic. 

Everyone you’d ever loved had left you. Not always by choice, but still. 

You were too wrapped up in him. 

It was crazy. 

You were crazy. 

You’d only known this boy for a week and here you were, in love with him and freaking out at the prospect of him leaving you. 

It was insane. 

Stupid. 

So, so stupid. 

Jesus christ, you were delusional. 

This was why you didn’t have friends. 

Why you’d never made any effort to get to know anyone at your new school. 

Even then, you knew that the way you were feeling in that moment wasn’t normal, but that only made it worse. 

Eddie watched you tug at the ends of your hair, waiting for you to tell him that you were done. 

That you couldn’t be around him or that you didn’t want him anymore. 

“Sweetheart I-” His voice wavered, but you could barely hear it over the sound of blood rushing in your ears. 

“I have to-” You muttered absently, rising shakily from the couch before shuffling towards the door “I need-” 

Eddie slumped over in his seat, heartbroken. 

You were leaving him.

He’d fucked it up already. 

A week in and he’d chased you away.

The door slammed shut behind you, trapping you on opposite ends of it. 

He didn’t try to go after you. 

Didn’t call out your name. 

In the thirty seconds it had taken you to flee, Eddie decided that you’d be better off without him. 

Just like everyone else seemed to be. 

He’d been a fool to think that he could have someone as perfect as you love him. 

It had always been him and Wayne. 

It would always be just him and Wayne. 

At least, until Wayne decided to stop letting him freeload off of him and kicked him to the curb. 

Eddie let out a shaky ‘fuck’ and let his head fall into his hands trying to starve off the tears welling up in his eyes.

He scoffed at himself for being pathetic and moped his way down the hall and into his room, collapsing onto his sheets, face down. 

The pillows smelled like you, even after he’d washed your hair with his shampoo. There was still something distinctly you about it. 

It made his chest ache. 

When you slipped back into the trailer a half hour later, embarrassed after having to pace the length of his van out front the entire time in order to keep your panic at bay, you were only a little surprised to see that Eddie wasn’t still on the couch. 

You were a bit nervous to face him after just storming off the way you had. It was the closest you’d ever come to fighting, and you didn’t like it one bit. 

You crept down the hall and peered into his room.

Eddie was face down and you were pretty sure he was sleeping, so you tried to be as quiet as you possibly could be, not wanting to wake him.  

The second the mattress dip next to him and he realized that you’d come back, Eddie rolled over and sat up so abruptly that you yelped. 

“You came back!” He wrapped himself around you before you could change your mind, burying his face in your stomach to hide his bloodshot eyes. 

“Course I did.” You frowned, threading your fingers through his hair immediately “I was just outside.” 

“I thought you left.” His voice was muffled, but you could hear the rattle in it. 

“I’m sorry.” You felt so fucking bad for upsetting him that you could cry. “I needed a minute. I wouldn’t just leave, Eds.”

“Don’t be sorry.” He sighed “I’m sorry.” 

“Would you come out?” You tried to gently coax his face out of your shirt and were distraught to see a flash of genuine fear in his eyes. 

“I’m so sorry.” He breathed shakily, “I thought you already knew.” 

“It’s alright.” You muttered, cheeks warming “I shouldn’t’ve freaked out. I was just worried.”

“You’re allowed to be freak out.” His head rested in your lap, at ease despite the uncomfortable position he’d slithered his way into “It’s some freaky shit.” 

“That was crazy of me though,” you frowned “There’s something wrong with me I think. I’m just scared you’ll get locked away.” 

You hadn’t expected him to laugh. 

“Sweetheart, if you’re crazy, then I belong in the nuthouse.” He chuckled at the absurdity of it all “It took me thirty seconds to figure you were done with me and I’d never see you again. Came in here moping like a preteen girl” 

“What?” Your brows pulled together slightly “Why would you think that?” 

“I dunno,” He wasn’t laughing anymore, his voice soft as he played with a strand of your hair. “Guess I’m not used to people sticking around. Thought maybe you’d figured out that I’m more trouble than I’m worth.” 

“Eddie Munson, you’re worth all the trouble in the world.” You said it without skipping a beat, sounding so sure of it that it made his heart flutter in his chest. 

“I like when you say my whole name like that.” He cracked a little smile despite himself.

“Like what?” 

“Like it’s worth a damn.”

“Would it feel extra special if I called you Edward?” The name felt weird on your tongue.

You both made a face, then laughed. 

“Absolutely not.” Eddie chuckled, pulling you down into bed with him so he could cuddle up to you comfortably “In fact, I never want to hear that come out of your mouth again.” 

“Okay good,” You whispered, burying your face in his chest “Just Eddie, then. Eddie Munson on special occasions and during pep talks.” 

“You give really good pep talks, you know?” he muttered, pressing his lips to the crown of your head. 

"It's easy when I've got this much material." You yawned cutely, tilting your head back a little to look into his eyes. "There's so much good in you that I could pep talk your dorky ass all day if you let me."

"If you look at me like that while you do it, I might." He breathed, completely enamoured by you.

"Pace yourself, rockstar." You patted his chest before nuzzling back into him. "We've got a lifetime of pep talks waiting on us."

"You really think so, Sweetheart?" He bit back a grin, glad you couldn't see the giddy look on his face at the prospect of having any sort of future with you.

"If we can keep talking through our freakouts like this, we're golden." You nodded tiredly, your voice slurred with sleep. "Just gotta lean on eachother."

"I adore you, Eddie Munson." You managed to mutter before you were overtaken by sleep, "I hope you know that."

"I'm in love with you, sweetheart." He only uttered the words when he was sure you couldn't hear them, just barely above a whisper. "I hope you know that too."

He'd decided while you'd been outside that he'd sell what was left of his stash at Jason's party, and be done with it.

No more dealing.

Eddie Munson was dead set on becoming a functioning member of society, and he was gonna do it for you.

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