#joseph quinn my beloved <3

[strawbbzombwie]

He looks so deranged and I love him for that<3

[unsolved-duvall]

𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 + 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐒𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞

[munsonshair]

pic you’d have if eddie was ur boyfriend 😍😍😍

[honey-flustered]

Can I pls request a dom eddie munson x bratty reader

“Come Again?”

(18+ MDNI)

A/N: This was fun!! I may have gotten a little carried away lol 😅 Hope you liked it and thank you for the request ❤️

Summary: You feel the need to act out if it means getting your boyfriend to finally do something about your behavior.

Word Count: 3.8k+

Warnings: smut, graphic language, belt used as leash and cuffs, use of “master” and “sir”, use of “princess”, humiliation/degradation kink, sex toys (vibrating sex saddle, dildo, gag), reader is used as a footrest for a moment, male masturbation, oral sex (m receiving), cum eating, dacryphilia, corruption/innocence kink, sadistic!mean!eddie, bitchy!reader, kissing/french kissing, overstimulation, delayed orgasm, rough handling, hair pulling, eddie speaks to reader’s dad over the phone during sexual act, some aftercare

You’ve been called all the names in the book: goody-goody, Saint Mary, teacher’s pet. To sum it up, you’re a good girl. Never one to talk back or disobey rules. You had this kind of innocence about you that naturally people would want to protect. From your friends cautiously tiptoeing around topics about raunchy sex to your boyfriend handling you as if your made of glass…you’ve had enough!

You craved the moments where you get to put your foot down. Where you got to say ‘no’ without offending anyone. Where you got to curse, fuck, and live without the care to ruin your prettily perfect reputation.

Dating Eddie, you were sure that the image of you would shift. The good girl gone bad. You anticipated the moments he’d show you new things. The kind of things that would make father’s question their daughter’s taste in men. But no. He’s a gentleman. Even your father approved of him!

And despite the constant looks and whispers you’d get whenever people saw you two holding hands, they’d know that even he didn’t have the guts to corrupt you.

It must’ve been some reason he’d been drawn to your innocence. It had to. Because if not, then why you? He could have any girl that would have appreciated his same interests. Yet, he chose you when you were all the things he’s against. Popular, perfect, prudish and punctual. Mini skirts and magazines. Teddy Bears and Tiaras. It must’ve been something in you that he wished to defile and ravish.

It’s not like he wasn’t capable of doing such things. You’ve heard the stories about Eddie “The Freak” Munson. About what a sex god he is or how twisted he can be in bed. And it certainly wasn’t lost you the way his jaw clenches whenever you’d bend over in front of him. Or how he’d occupy his hands by fondling with the band of his watch just to keep himself from going far with you.

Tonight, this will change. You planned on raising your stick in a newfound confidence to poke at the beast that hibernated within him. No regrets. No holding back.

Earlier, Eddie passed you a note during Biology, letting you know that he had the place to himself. You rolled your eyes knowing that it was probably going to be another tame movie night. Nonetheless, you accepted his invitation with a motive in mind.

———

“I’m thinking Sixteen Candles or The Princess Bride,” He says holding up the two vhs tapes. “Personally, I’m thinking the Princess Bride because I love a good adventure.”

“Oh, really?” You say in feigned excitement before mumbling to yourself. “You could’ve had me fooled.”

“We’ll go with the Sixteen Candles. I think it’s up your alley.” Eddie goes for the vcr when you lay a hand on his shoulder, halting him. He sinks back down on the couch, eyes on you.

“I wanna watch something scary,” You bat your eyes. “Can we?”

“You sure you can handle it?” He asks, putting a hand to your knee.

You nearly scoffed aloud but instead you keep up your flirtatious nature. “Pleaseee. I can handle it.” You add in a lip bite and you catch his eye flicker down at your lips then back in your eyes.

“Okay.” He whispers, eyes foggy and voice dazed as if catch by your spell. “We could watch Halloween.”

You smiled. “Sounds good.”

Once he’d put in the tape in the vcr, he settles back beside you. A small gap between you. You weren’t exactly paying attention only focusing on the scarier parts as an excuse to nuzzle closer and closer towards him. You were sure he could feel your hardening nipples through your thinly woven top, grazing against his shoulder.

Then, you hear it. That heavy breathing. Unmistakably, you knew he was now riled up. No doubt that he’s getting harder and harder.

“Eddie…” You whispered in his ear, taking his attention away from the movie.

He swallows hard. “Uh-huh.”

You lean in for a kiss. He’s stiff at first but eventually kissing you back, slipping his tongue in your mouth. You’d broken one seal. You and Eddie have never frenched before. Why hadn’t you thought of this sooner? God, he’s so amazing at it. His thick tongue was freakishly long, winning the battle for dominance. The appendage flickers, licking at your tongue before shoving it once more in your mouth. He cups your face in the process of deepening the kiss. Your hands searching for his, placing one over a breast.

He lurches himself away, the connection of saliva between you breaking. You’re left baffled by the action.

“I’m sorry,” Eddie says, nervously. “I got carried away.”

You seethe. You wanted to throw a tantrum, to curse him into next week, to break things. Instead, you let your true nature surface.

“Frankly, I just think you’re much too much of a pussy to do anything, anyways.” You say, crossing your arms and turning away from him.

You can tell you’d surprised him the language you used. You sounded pretty mean, too. Something he wasn’t used to with you.

“Come again?” He asks, confused yet still just as surprised.

“Nevermind,” You scoff, rolling your eyes. “I’m wanna go home. Take me home.”

You grab your purse, hurriedly standing up from your seat. “He’ll think again for wasting my time?” You thought to yourself.

Just as you grab the door open, Eddie slams a hand on the frame, closing it shut again. You yank at the knob then turn to face him again.

“Let me go.” You demand.

“I don’t think you heard me, princess,” His voice a dark tone, you weren’t familiar with. You were both turned on and frightened. “I want you to say it to me again.”

“Why should I? It’s not like you’ll do anything about it. I hear the things they’ve said about you around school. Rumors are just rumors I guess because you’re vanilla as. fuck.” You punctuated by pulling yourself up from the door frame to look defiantly in his eyes.

His pupils dart side to side, scanning your face. A stoic frown slowly creeping into a large smile then into a wicked laugh. “Where the fuck is this coming from?”

Your nose scrunches up in the kind of anger that takes up every muscle in face to form an expression. He places a finger under your chin, tilting your head up some more.

“My good girl still there?” He asks with a mocking smile.

“Take. Me. Home.” But that was the furthest thing you wanted him to do. You wanted to provoke him further. You were almost there.

“Why should I…” He trails the finger down your neck. “…when you were so eager to stay?”

“What exactly will you do with me then? Because you sure as hell wouldn’t touch me. You’d probably just stare at me. I’m no different than a piece of furniture to you except at least they’ve gotten more action.”

“So I’m the bad guy for wanting to take things slow with you? Because I wanted to spare you from that side of me? Do you have any idea how much I’ve restrained myself from taking you in all the ways I’ve imagined?”

“I never asked you to do that. You may think of me as some second coming of Virgin Mary but I’ll have you know I have plenty of experience. I thought having you as my boyfriend would teach me some new things. Guess it’s actually me that has to do the teaching.”

Eddie finds you awfully amusing like this. He can’t help it but to laugh, shaking his head at you. “I wonder what your friends would think if they heard you speaking this way. Oh, I’d pay to see the reaction of father dearest hearing his daughter begging to be fucked.”

“I don’t care what they think.”

“I think you do,” He sighs, slipping the belt around the loops of his jeans in one fluid motion. “If you want me to let out my true desires for you…I will. But don’t say I didn’t warn you. Strip.”

“I don’t want to.” You were really playing into the role. It was almost natural to you.

“I don’t give a fuck what you want,” He growls. “Strip. Now.”

You felt a shiver go down your spine. You knew he wouldn’t hurt you in any way you wouldn’t like, but the bass in his voice was enough to make you obey.

With your eyes never once leaving his face, chest rising and falling, you strip off your clothing slowly. He makes it his mission to follow where ever your hands would go, licking his lips as if a predator to its prey.

When you got to your panties, Eddie reaches for your hand, stopping your actions. He slides your hand between your legs, guiding you to move them to the side. With his hands over yours, he guides two fingers inside you. You gasp. He’s using your hand as if a puppet, pumping your fingers into you until he carefully retreats them and raises them in the air to study.

Just as he thought: you were glistening wet.

“We haven’t even begun yet, princess. You really that wet, already?” He asks, voice strained with lust.

Your attempts to protest falls on deaf ears, when he takes your fingers and slips them into his mouth, swirling his tongue expertly around then suckles on them.

“Mmm.” He moans, eyes closed to savor your taste.

The vibrations went straight to your core causing you to flood your panties some more. You shudder which brings his attention back to you.

He smiles, letting go of your hand. “You’re so pathetic. You gonna cum, baby?”

“Fuck you.” You bite.

“Thanks for offering. But I don’t think you deserve it tonight, let alone letting you cum.”

“Then, why the fuck am I here?”

“Turn around and I’ll tell you.” Eddie says, doing a “spinny” move with his finger.

“I’m not sure I trust turning my back on you.”

“Smart girl,” He comments. “But you’re in my territory now. You do as I say. That means no more back talk unless you want to be left on the brink of an unreachable orgasm for a week.”

He wasn’t kidding either. You’ve heard the legends of girls who’ve been punished this way by him. To this day, they aren’t the same.

“Fine.” You grumble, facing your back to him.

You waited a moment for him to do something, the anticipation killing you. His hands clasp your shoulders finally and it makes you jump. You talked a big game only to be this jittery around him. You mentally cursed yourself.

His large hands slide down your arm until he’s reached your wrists, bringing them behind you. With the belt in hand, he ties it around your wrists, tight enough for you to struggle all you want but loosening was not an option.

Eddie’s lips brush your ear. “Get on your knees.”

You lower yourself, clumsily. He walks around you so that he’s looking down at your eyes again. “I’ll be right back with some gifts. Don’t go anywhere, okay.” He smiles, mockingly then jogs to his room.

Not long after he returns with a prettily wrapped pink box, sets it down in front of you. “Open your gift.”

“How am I supposed to do that?” You say, turning your body a little to remind him of your tied hands.

“With that mouth of yours, silly,” He crouches down beside you. “Tear it with your teeth.”

Of course, you listen. You didn’t even think humiliation would be something you’re into but here you were throbbing with need. Leaning over the box, you hover your mouth over it, sinking your teeth in and ripping at the paper.

He looks you up and down, every now and then a sadistic smile plasters on his face. “That’s the good girl I know,” He pets your head. “You listen well when you wish to be filled.”

Once you’d gotten most of the wrapping out the way, he takes over. Removing the lid from the box, you spot some strange items that forces you to look visibly lost before him.

“What’s wrong? Not familiar? No worries I knew the guys you messed with wouldn’t no anything about this. I’ll show you all that I know since you’re so desperate for it,” He holds up a ball gag. “These are all items I’ve purchased for my collection of all the things I’d use on you. I was gonna save it for our 6 month’s anniversary but you had to be greedy. This…is a gag. Exactly what you need to shut the fuck up.”

“You couldn’t pay me to wear it.”

“Good thing, I’m not paying you,” He retorts, then hold up a bigger item. It was in all black, a remote control beside it. Now that’s caught your attention. “This is a vibrator saddle. You straddle it and ride off to the sunset except that won’t happen until I say you can. It even comes with an additional gift you can add onto it.”

He holds up an attachable dildo in hand. “You can ride this while the vibrating pad work it’s attention on your clit.”

“You’re going to use that on me?”

“Yep, everything in here,” He says, proudly. “Now what was that thing you said about being like furniture? That was gold, baby. I think it was so good, in fact, I might actually take you up on it. You’re gonna be my footrest while I watch the rest of this movie.”

“What?! But what happened to the sex stuff and using those things on me.”

“That’s the fun part. That’ll be happening at the same time,” Eddie arranges the sex items a certain way the tall saddle machine at the foot of the couch. He is tries to put the gag over your mouth. You turn your head to one side. He exhales deeply before gripping your hair to keep your head in place then shoving the ball in your mouth. Tying the gag in place, he places a kiss on your lips. “You’re looking good already, princess. Come on, let’s get you to your place.”

He sits on the couch waiting for you to shift towards him, you don’t move. No way are you giving up your role in this so soon. You slide your arms from under you then over with them now tied in the front. You attempt to yank the gag off your mouth.

He rolls his eyes. “You really want me angry.”

Oh, yes please!

“Alright, you’re asking for it,” He lifts off the couch, clutching the strip of belt between your cuffed wrists and drags up towards the machine. When he has your legs on either side of the machine, he pulls your lacy panties to the side again and lowers you onto the thick rubber of the dildo which he preparedly lubed up for you.

You were so tight, that only the tip had sunk in. You groan, eyes rolling back.

“Aw, baby, don’t be shy to take it all. If you’re having this much trouble on this, I could only imagine how you’d react on my cock.”

He pushes you down on your shoulders, feeding you more of its inches. “There ya go,” Eddie praises. “You’re taking it so well.”

You whined against the gag, begging for something your weren’t sure you needed.

“Sorry can’t hear you. Besides, furniture shouldn’t speak,” He lays you flat on your stomach, your elbows and hands resting on the carpeted floor. “If you want this to stop at anytime. Tap your hands on the floor 3 times and that’ll be the end. For now I’m gonna finish the movie. No talking and stay still unless it’s an emergency.”

He soothes your hair once more planting a kiss on your forehead before taking his seat. Then you felt the weight of his feet on you. You didn’t think it so bad.

Until…the vibrations began. The buzzing shot straight to your core, jolting you by surprise. You moan.

Eddie looks down at you. “You remember my rules, don’t you?”

You nod at him, fixing yourself in place and making the dildo hit deeper within you. Eddie was distracted, to say the least. He was only pretending to watch the movie, too, more enamored in the way your tight little pussy swallowed the object.

He raises the level of vibration causing you to whimper around the gag back to back, rocking back and forth on the rubber length. He entertains you for a bit pressing his boot down on your bottom so you’d feel the vibrations harder. You cry out, grinding harder.

“You make a terrible footrest, princess,” He says, guiding the motions of your hips with his foot. “I bet you’re ready to apologize for your bratty behavior tonight. Ready to apologize so you can cum now?”

He turns of the machine, then lowers the gag from your sweaty face. You mascara was now running, you weren’t aware of your tears flowing.

“What do you say? Wanna apologize?”

You pant. “Is that all you got?”

The utter astonishment on his face was enough to boost your confidence for the next couple years ahead.

“I am really going to enjoy ruining you.” He slides the gag back into your mouth. Only this time, he doesn’t sit back in his seat. Eddie cranks up the machine to another level watching you shift and sob. Your hips involuntarily circled and you worried that if you continued you’d come soon and a greater punishment would be in store.

He just stares intensely at you. You, back at him with your hair falling over his face. When you glanced down for a moment, you see that he was hard than a rock. He’s straining in his jeans practically tearing through them. He catches your glance and you shoot him a knowingly teasing look.

The house phone rings interrupting your stares. You expected him to stop the machine but he only cranks it even higher.

“Oh my god, does it end?” You thought, rolling your eyes back at the sensation.

“You be quiet now, ‘kay. It’ll be very rude if you make distracting noises while I’m on the phone,” He answers the call and your heart beat sped at exactly who was on the phone. “Hello, Mr, Y/L/N. Good to hear from you, too, sir.”

You try stifling your cries as he continues to carry on a formal conversation with your father while you’re seconds from release. Eddie crouches to you again the phone close enough in case you let out even the slightest whimper, your father would for sure hear.

“Oh, Y/n? She’s doing juuust fine,” Eddie smiles. “Sure you can talk to her.”

Your eyes widened, shaking your head at him in a panic. He holds the phone away, whispering in your ear. “Do it and I’ll have mercy on you.”

That was good enough for you. You needed to cum bad or you might just explode. He lowers the gag to your face holding the phone to you. You mustered up all the energy you can to play up your ‘good girl’ persona.

“Uh-huh,” You strained. “Yes, I’ll be home at 10 on the dot. Love you, Daddyy.” You hoped he didn’t catch you nearly moan the last part. All thanks to Eddie cranking the vibrations at the highest level.

After hanging up the call, before you could moan out, Eddie slams his lips onto yours. He’s allowing himself to indulge in you, sitting you upright as he leans into you.

He breaks the kiss, turning you by your waist so that your body’s facing the couch. He sits on the edge of the couch in front of you, removing the belt from your wrists and loops it around your neck instead like a leash. Unbuttoning his jeans and pulling a massively impressive cock from his boxers, he gets to work and jerks himself at the sight of you with one hand while the other hand held the makeshift leash.

“Go on and ride it, princess. I know you’ve been wanting to cum so bad.” He groans.

You wait not a second longer, pushing your panties to the side far enough for him to see the dildo engulfed by your plump lips and suctioning walls.

“Oh, fuck, yess.” You cry out.

Each time you’d sink down, Eddie would prematurely pull you up again by the leash. You whine.

“Thank me for being merciful.” He commands.

“Thank you for your mercy, Master.” You sob, bouncing harder and faster and rubbing frantically.

“This what you’ve been looking for, princess. To be treated like my little plaything.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. Want you to cum with me. Please.”

He tugs at the leash, bringing you forward only a quarter of the length inside you now. “Suck me off. I’ll be cumming down that little throat yours.”

You eagerly take him in your hands, he looked even larger from this angle. Suckling the head and tasting his essence was enough to make you addicted. You bobbed your mouth over his curved member, taking him deeper and deeper. It just wasn’t enough for Eddie. So with a little help from him, he began to use your mouth for his own pleasure, grunting with every thrust.

Each push and pull of your head forcing you to slam back against the dildo and with a couple more circles of your clit, the tension that wound so tight around had finally snapped. You release with a loud cry, wetting whatever’s in your path beneath you.

“Shit, baby. You’re so fuckin…sexy.” He punctuates with a couple strokes into the back of your throat.

This turn Eddie on enough for him to follow after you, shooting his warm liquid down your throat and forcing it down for you to take it all. You wouldn’t allow not a drop to be wasted. Bobbing back and forth to match the rhythm of your hips until you were both passed the point of sensitivity.

He pulls you off him, lowering himself for another kiss and tasting his salty essence on your tongue. You were left panting and fucked out by the end of the session. Eddie lifts you in his arms and carries you to his room.

He comes back to you with a warm towel, removing your sopping panties to careful clean you. He’ll be keeping those for his own enjoyment in the days you aren’t here. He helps you into some of his clothes for the night. You snuggle into his bed, wrapping his comforter around you.

“You okay, baby?”

“Mmhm.” Was all you could manage to say through half-lidded eyes.

“I’m gonna clean up that mess you made out there, He chuckles. “Maybe then I could take you home?”

“No, wanna stay here.” You mumble.

“Your dad’s not gonna like that.”

But you were already sound asleep, nuzzling next to his side. He laughs, placing a kiss on your forehead.

Maybe he was corrupting you after all. But Eddie does have your disobedience to thank. After all it was just the push he needed to creatively express the new ways for which he plans to ruin you.

[pollenallergie]

cassie my love, i need more of this in my life. getting high post-sex w older!tom just seems soooooo <3

So…. it took me an embarrassing amount of months to get back to you on this but um…. here you go… this took a turn??? and then a swift turn back in the other direction???? so um…. horny whiplash warning??? ig????

Tagging @ali-r3n bc she asked me to and also @ghosttownwherenoonegoes because Eri helped me out with a lot of the british specifics (the britifics??) so thank youuuu

Okay, okay, without further ado:

Your First Introduction to Older!Tom’s Post-Sex Ritual

(except I can’t stick to a prompt)

Word Count: 2.1 k

Warnings: Nudity, allusions to sex and also some *ehm* inappropriate touching, reader has boobies and a bajina.

18+ only!! MDNI!! Minors do not read this!!! This is not for you!!!! This is for adults only!!!

“Fuuuuuck,” Tom exhales as he lays on his back, staring up at your bedroom ceiling.

“Fuck,” you agree weakly, still slowly drifting down from cloud nine. Tom chuckles at your response as he sits up and eases out of bed. You smile at the sweet sound of his laughter, though you don’t immediately register the movement; still just a bit too far gone.

When Tom struts past your line of sight, still naked as the day he was born, on his way out of the room, that movement manages to catch your attention finally. You frown, at first, because you were already missing him, and then because you were disappointed in yourself for already missing him. Casual, this is just casual, keep it casual, you remind yourself. Tom doesn’t do the whole dating thing, you know that, so keep things platonic and casual. Don’t scare him off.

Suddenly, you’re pulled out of your internal self-lecture by the sound of a distant, but not distant enough, crash and Tom exclaiming, “shit!”

You sit up as quickly as you’re able to, your whole body still feeling pretty limp and boneless after Tom spent the better half of the evening pulling as many orgasms from you as he could. Once you’re upright, you call out, “Tom? Are you alright?”

“Yeah! Yeah. Shit! Er, yeah, just, erm- hang on,” Tom calls back. You hear more shuffling and clattering from the other room, and then you hear the undeniable creak in the floorboards from Tom’s heavy-footed steps as he approaches the bedroom. Soon enough, he appears in the doorway, still shamelessly nude but now with a joint in hand and a sheepish expression on his face.

“Have you got a lighter or, er, matches or anything like that? I tried looking ‘round for either of ‘em, but erm… Yeah, I couldn’t find anything,” he asks, his cheeks blushing as he carries on.

“Is that what all that crashing was?” You ask amusedly, failing to stifle the grin that curls on your lips.

“Yeah… I erm, I might’ve knocked some of yer shit over,” Tom admits sheepishly.

“Tommy,” you say, your tone a perfect mix of amused, exasperated, disappointed, and scolding.

“But, but!! But I put it all back, and none of it’s broken. Swear on me granda’s grave,” he promises.

You can’t help but roll your eyes fondly at that before chastising him a bit, good-naturedly, of course, “Don’t swear on that poor man’s grave. Knowing you, you probably already put him through enough when he was alive.”

Tom chuckles, “Fair enough,” he concedes before raising up the joint to draw your attention back to it, and then simply asking, “Lighters? Matches?”

“Er, right. Lighters. Kitchen, the counter to the left of the fridge, top drawer, it’s my catch-all drawer, there should be a few lighters in there, take your pick,” you inform him.

Tom grins at your response as he makes his way over to the bed. His grin widens tenfold and becomes much more smug when he notices your gaze flit down toward his cock, which gracelessly flops around with his strides, still limp and spent from your previous activities. When he reaches your side of the bed, he places his hand down on the mattress near your thigh, using it to support his weight as he leans over and plants a kiss on the crown of your head. He holds his lips there for a few moments, softly inhaling the residual scent of your shampoo as he does so, deciding to allow you both to enjoy this moment of peace without even being truly aware that that’s what he’s doing.

When Tom finally breaks away, he leans down to whisper into your ear, “Don’t get any ideas, love,” he warns cheekily, “You and that heavenly little place between your thighs milked my cock dry; don’t think I’ll be able to get it up again anytime soon,” he finishes teasingly before kissing you again, this time pressing his lips against your cheek to punctuate his teasing.

You scoff and stifle a smile as you push him away. Cocky little bastard, you think.

Tom holds his hands up in surrender as he backs away from the bed, joint still clutched between his index and middle finger and a smug grin still on his face.

“Don’t shoot the messenger, baby. It’s yer fault for bein’ greedy,” he teases as he walks off into the other room, still refusing to put on clothes.

God, how are you supposed to keep your feelings in check when he treats you like that? He’s just one of your mates, and yet he treats you better than many of the dickheads you’ve dated in the past ever had, better than some of your mates’ current partners treat them, even.

As if he can sense that you’ve begun to spiral from the other room, Tom calls out to you, effectively pulling you out of your fretting, “Ay, me lover, think I’m gonna light up and make meesen a bacon butty. You want anything while I’m out ‘ere? Water? Bacon butty? Some wine? This Crunchie you’ve got hidden in your cupboard? Actually, wait, nevermind, I call dibs on the Crunchie.”

“Maybe some wa- Hey, wait, Tom, no! Leave that Crunchie alone! I’ve been saving that!”

Of course, you frantically try to get up to rescue your precious candy bar from Tom’s thieving grasp. However, your legs are still a little unsteady, which forces you to walk to the kitchen looking like a newborn giraffe, all while Tom’s grating (read: annoyingly sexy) chuckle fills the space of your flat.

You find him cock out, lit joint pursed between his lips, standing in front of your stove, hands on his hips, heating up a frying pan for his bacon, and, annoyingly, nowhere near your candy stash.

“I haven’t got any bacon, so, it’ll just be a butty, I’m afraid. No use heating up a pan for that,” you grumble as you walk over to the cupboard where you stash your candy. Might as well snag that Crunchie before he can.

At the sound of your voice, Tom turns around and looks at you, bemused, albeit amused as well, and says, “the fuck are you doing out ‘ere on those wobbly li’l legs, Bambi?”

His words come out a bit muffled, thanks to the joint perched between his lips.

“Thought you were gonna steal my Crunchie,” you shrug and admit sheepishly through a mouthful of chocolate and honeycomb. At that, Tom barks out a laugh, which quickly morphs into a cough from accidentally inhaling during said laugh. He promptly removes the joint from between his lips, ashes it in the makeshift ashtray he’s made out of foil, clears his throat, and goes back to smoking.

“Jesus, you’re a strange one, aren’t you,” he remarks fondly, his voice slightly hoarse from coughing, as he begins to gather the ingredients for his sandwich.

“I’m very serious about my Crunchies,” you reply, half-jokingly.

Tom chuckles as he rifles through your fridge.

“Yeah, I’m well aware of that now,” he replies, pausing to inhale before continuing to speak on his exhale, “Sit down at the table then, yeah? I’ll get you some water and make us some toasties if that sounds alright?”

“Y-yeah, yeah, okay,” you agree awkwardly as you sit down nearby at your kitchen table, watching him as he works on preparing the food.

Soon enough, he comes over to you with a glass of water and that same cheeky smile.

God, that smile will get you in so much trouble someday, won’t it?

“What’s that grin for?” You ask as he sets down the water, though you can’t help but reciprocate it with a smile of your own.

He shrugs before leaning over to press his lips against yours, moaning into the kiss when you needily take the initiative to deepen it, parting your lips eagerly for him. Far too soon for your liking, though, he’s breaking the kiss, pulling away just slightly to look into your eyes with his lovely brown ones.

“Has anyone ever told you that you have really, really great tits?” Tom asks, his voice low, sultry, and serious, but you can see the mischief swimming in his gaze.

You roll your eyes and scoff at his question, leaning back in your seat, though anyone could see the amused smile you fail to keep from tugging at the corners of your mouth.

“Yeah, you have like a million times since we started hooking up,” you reply with a chuckle.

“What can I say? I’m a man of honesty,” Tom teases, making you huff out a laugh; he smiles at the sound of it before holding up the joint in your line of sight and asking, “Do you want to take a few tokes ‘a this while I finish up our sandwiches?”

You nod and purse your lips, and, as if it were already second nature to him, Tom slots the joint between your lips.

Instead of immediately going off to work on the food, he sticks around to watch you take your first few puffs, still leaning down so he’s just about at eye level with you, his hands boxing you in on either side, one palm pressed onto the tabletop and the other holding onto the back of your chair. Meanwhile, you sit diagonally in your seat, facing him and maintaining eye contact as you smoke. The haze of your high slowly but surely begins to set in, lowering your eyelids to a relaxed level and easing your posture. Between your new relaxed state, the sex hair you’re sporting, the fact that you smell like you’ve just got done having sex, the fact that you’re completely naked right now, and the fact that you’re, well, you, Tom thinks you might be one of the prettiest things he’s ever fucking seen in his whole life.

But he mustn’t forget about the toasties!

So, he plants one last kiss on your cheek because, hey, he fucking feels like it. Then, he surprises you by kneeling in front of you to say goodbye to ‘his girls’ (your tits).

“I’ll see you ladies in a minute, yeah? Be good while I’m gone, try not to miss me too much,” he whispers to them, making you giggle.

“Tom, you’re so fucking wei-” That (affectionate) jab immediately dies on your tongue the moment he leans forward and wraps his lips around one of your nipples, engulfing it in the warm, wet heat of his mouth and applying just enough pressure to make a heated, buzzing sensation spread beneath your skin as he sucks on it. Then, just as you feel that pleasant sensation spread down through your core, Tom’s pulling away, but only so he can give your other, neglected nipple the same attention.

Small mewls and moans spill out from between your parted lips as the long forgotten joint, still clutched between your fingers, hovers over your table, where the ashes fall from it carelessly, sure to leave a mark. Once Tom’s had his fill, he places a final kiss to the center of your chest before pulling away completely and leaving to go finish preparing your sandwiches, waltzing back over to the stove as if he hadn’t just done, well, that.

“Tom… what the fuck was that?” You ask breathlessly. Still too bewildered to notice the damage the neglected joint is doing to the surface of your table.

Tom has to stifle a cheeky, mischievous grin as he feigns nonchalance, shrugs, and simply replies, “Just giving the ladies a proper goodbye, love. They get nervy when I leave ‘em just out of the blue. You know, separation anxiety, and all that?” Tom tuts, “Poor girls. Think maybe you should start keeping a couple pictures of me in your bra, one in each cup, so they can still see me when I’m not around.”

“Tommy, you’re ridiculous,” you laugh as he dishes up the toasties onto plates and turns off the stovetop.

“Ridiculous…ly fit? I know, baby, but why don’t you finish that glass of water and eat some of that sandwich before you go jumpin’ me bones again, yeah? Gotta stay fed and hydrated,” He teases you as he brings the plates over to the table.

“Oh, and, you’re ashing on yer table, love,” Tom informs you with a kiss on the head as he sets the plates down and goes to grab a wet rag to wipe the table off with, along with the makeshift ashtray.

“Shit!” you exclaim as you lift the joint away from the table. You hand it to him when he gets back, trading it off for the rag so you can wipe up the mess you’ve made whilst he gets everything else sorted.

Tom tuts and shakes his head, feigning disapproval, “that’s the devil’s lettuce, it’ll do that to you.”

“Shut up, Tommifer,” you reply, feigning annoyance all while sporting an amused smile. He chuckles at that, though he also appreciates the fact that you neglected to call him ‘Thomas,’ his full first name, when you very easily could’ve.

“Eat yer toastie, me birdie,” He says as he nudges you teasingly, “sooner you finish it, sooner I can get back between those thighs, yeah?”

[mysticmunson]

Here’s an idea for a story that has been stuck in my head!

So eddie and the reader have been long childhood friends and they gained a crush on him but never said anything. Eddie started dating someone else and the reader is like not really jealous but heartbroken but never shows it and is still close to eddie. the reader and eddie get high and talk about feelings and the reader is like “it hurts” and eddie’s like “what does?” “loving someone you can’t be with”

Sorry if i have a shit explanation i’m like really bad at it💀 you can chose the ending!

sorry this is such a late response my dear! i hope u enjoy :) also in this, eddie and reader are in the same grade, reader is held back too so theyre the same age :)

also my requests are open, i just have a pea brain and don't always remember to write lol

"what did you just say?" eddie said through a puff of smoke, lounging on his bed against the creasing pillows. flicking off the ash into his tray, his red eyes look into your equally colored ones, taking the blunt into your own hand.

"huh?" you coughed, hoping that maybe high eddie would ignore your slip up of words. sitting at the end of his bed with your legs bent and crossed, you took a long hit before exhaling slowly.

today had been peculiar, eddie had been spacey all week, even as the topic of the new campaign arose. he barely spoke to anyone, even you and dustin, brushing past to get from one place to another. you fully expected to go home, a little disappointed, but he signaled you to his van like he did every week.

the ritualistic smoke sesh had been a friday tradition since freshman year, listening to music and eating pizza. it was one of the only times you saw eddie after he got together with rina, a new student at school who knew how to play dnd.

while rina had been polite, it was absolute torture to hear about her all the time, especially since your crush on eddie had only blossomed with time. she wasn't overly nice or mean, she just seemed like a dud, the complete opposite of eddie.

"what did you say, kid?" he questioned, the affectionate nickname ironic since you were only months apart. he took back the weed and took an even bigger hit, watching his body deflate as it calmed.

"i just said i don't know if i'll find love, don't need to get deep about it." you grumbled, fiddling with your ankle bracelet beneath the cuff of your jeans.

"ah, c'mon, where's my hopeless romantic at?" he joked, smiling wide, but the teasing hurt more.

you were longing for a relationship, to be held and appreciated, just to have someone whose chest got a little tight even thinking about you.

"it hurts too much, eds." you sigh, laying on your back with your head hanging off the bed, looking at his upside-down mess. the bed shifted as he mimicked your position, setting down the finished blunt.

"what does?" he lightly chuckles, his euphoric state making it hard for him to decipher the tone of your words. his doe eyes looked more innocent now, softly glazed over as his pink lips parted just a bit.

you wished you could kiss him, to show every emotion you felt constantly overwhelming you when he was around. it wasn't fair to like someone for so long, just to be taken by someone who hadn't even known him a month.

"it hurts to love someone you can't be with," you said with eyes closed, trying your best to seem relaxed, "it ends the same. they don't reciprocate and i get heartbroken, i'm too tired."

"i get it, it fucking sucks," he began, making your eyes open, "but you never know. i'm sure that dude from your science class likes you based on what you say about him."

the imaginary boy from science class that you made up to make it seem like you weren't hopelessly fawning over eddie. your face heated from embarrassment looked at him astounded.

"at least you have rina!" you blurted, sitting back up with him following in the same motion.

his cheeks grew a crimson color as he looked down at his rings, fiddling with them. the guilt began to sprout, he was just trying to be nice and you snapped at him.

"had rina." he emphasizes, "we broke up a few days ago."

"oh, shit i'm sorry eds." you consoled, putting your hand on the top of his back, and rubbing it gently. he pinched the bridge of his nose, brows crinkling together as he sat in thought.

"it's cool, it was mutual, just wasn't working out." he responded dryly, shrugging his shoulder as he looked at you.

while the conversation moved on to happier things, the night going like normal, there was a gnawing feeling at the back of eddie's head. he had fucked up, majorly, which only intensified as the sesh persisted.

he knew he liked you, feeling too guilty to string rina along, even though he did think she was pretty and nice. but it wasn't you. and as you sat in sweatpants with a can of beer, he knew he didn't want to be anywhere else.

he just wishes he knew how to tell you.

[nerdydino]

Eddie is the type of guy to say "Welcome aboard" when you are getting ready to ride him.

[mutenized]

Red String of Fate

Modern Rockstar Eddie Munson x afab photographer reader!

Not gonna lie to you guys, I was reading this fic (it’s 18+) and got inspiration based off of chapter 6……then I got carried away so I don’t even think I have a word count on this bitch. It’s currently 4 am and as I’m writing this part I’m not even done… so word count? LONG lmao! Thank you dolly for hyping me up

Enjoy!

Tags: fluff fluff fluff! Mutual pining, opposites attract

Also here’s a playlist for this fic! Listen if you’d like, a lot of sad girl pop mixed with pop punk! The series is named after Red String by Sweet Pill!

Fingers danced across your waist as you delve your toes into the soft sand that had cooled drastically due to the rise of the moon and fall of the sun pass the watery horizon. Peace. You were at peace. Any and all wars that currently played within your head, whether you knew it or not, ceased due to the absolute heaven you seemingly ascended to.

Eddie’s arms pulled you from your contemplative state, reminding you of the happiness, the thrill, you were living in. A vacation, together. That was something you never dreamed of happening when you two first met months ago. Yet, the tale of time and chemistry between two people proved to both you and the frizzy haired rockstar that anything could happen.

Eddie’s band, Corroded Coffin, was on a small tour through dive bars and smaller venues throughout the east coast. You had been excited for the Philadelphia date because they were the main band at the small, two-story bar, Johnny Brenda’s, that sat on the corner between the Olde Kensington, Northern Liberties, and Fishtown districts. Bringing along your film camera as well as your digital one as well, you opened your case for the security detail before clambering the tiny stairwell to where the stage was set above the pool tables and larger bar and kitchen that rested at street level. Greeting your friends whom you came to support, you looked to the small table next to theirs where merchandise for the two other openers sat. “Corroded Coffin is a dope ass name!” You hear the drummer, Nick, rattle off to the two young adults who pinned up the rest of the band’s merch on the peg board.

“You think? Eddie and Gareth came up with it themselves between D&D sessions in like, middle school.” The one spoke, a smile on his face and his freckles cheeks making his eyes close. “Yea dude! Y’know Philly has an amazing punk music scene it’s like the origin-“ Nick’s rambling was background noise to you as you hug his girlfriend who just arrived with the last of their band’s shirts. Gem was true to her name, a gem. Guiding you to the small sectioned off area for the photographers, she wanted to make sure security didn’t give you a hard time as they have before.

Setting your case between one of the speakers and the wall, you were too into making sure your camera was properly formatted to notice two figures near you. One on stage on their knees, fiddling with their peddles and wires that ran to the guitar placed on a stand next to the microphone and the other behind you waiting for you to move a hair over to join you in setting up their tech.

“Excuse me, sorry!” The even toned voice didn’t seem angry or bitter as you quickly side stepped to let them beside you. A light brown bob greeted your sights before you saw the angular face and side smile that the voice belonged to. Tapered slacks, a Corroded Coffin shirt, and open vest paired with silver jewelry and a crystal hung on a string were the first things you took in as your eyes gazed from the screen of your camera to the pair of blue eyes looking towards you.

“Hey, you’re (y/n), right?! One, huge fan of your work, like seriously! Two, well, actually. No two. Just be wary that the guys like to grab equipment so you get good shots. I’m Robin, nice to meet you!” A happy yet awkward chuckle left the rambling girl as her ringed fingers expertly secured her lens to the body of her camera and snapping a few shots off the stage.

“Hey! Yes thanks! I’ve seen some of your work and it’s absolutely amazing!” A grin played on your features as Robin went through the three stages of honor; shock, disbelief, and flattery. You both hit it off, chatting haphazardly as the crowd formed behind the metal barricade you rested on and the balcony. Soon enough, lights dimmed and the steady beat of a bass drum filled the room. Screams and cheers followed suit, that was your cue to go into work mode. Forgetting about what was around you, you worked nimbly with Robin to make sure you both got high grade shots and didn’t run into one another.

It wasn’t until the third or fourth song of the set when you went to go switch to your film camera that you noticed the four men on stage in front of you. The frontman instantly got your attention as he donned a pair of ripped skinny jeans and chains, rings, a muscle tank which showed off the opal skin stained with onyx and ruby ink, and a black bandana wrapped around his forehead. The brown-black hair was what struck you, though. Wild and unruly, his curls seemed to make him look even more angelic while if that were anyone else, they’d look like they had no idea to take care of their appearance. He was effortlessly ethereal; put together while also not being put together at all.

Your eyes must have burned a hole into his face because his brown doe eyes caught yours as he roamed the stage before the next song. His stoney, rocker façade seemingly broke for a half-moment as he drank you in before returning to what task was at hand.

Both of you couldn’t deny the intensity that drew both of you in but you found yourself already overthinking like you were getting ready for a date as you photographed the rest of their set.

You see, while your friend’s band was in the pop punk genre, which you enjoyed thoroughly, over time you’ve become drawn to bedroom and indie pop. Phoebe Bridgers, Ethel Cain, The Japanese House, The 1975, just to name a few. Many called it sad girl pop since the songs were catchy and addicting while the message in the lyrics dealt with the heavy reality of life.

So to say you were out of place in a sea of leather and chains was an understatement. Your bell bottom jeans and black ankle boots paired with the babydoll top Gem had made just for you for your birthday that had the band’s logo of a jar of sugar next to a bottle of spilt pills couldn’t stand out even more than it already did. That didn’t mean you didn’t enjoy the music Corroded Coffin was playing but it wasn’t your usual flavor.

With the last song fading, the house lights came back up and you capped your lens after turning the camera off to preserve battery. “Oh my god, (y/n). I have the best photo of you and Eddie staring at one another! Oh dude he’s going to be so embarrassed!” Shoving the camera into your line of sight, your eyes drew to the tiny bright screen. Your lips pressed into a cheeky grin before you peered to Robin through your lashes. “Oh you can’t delete that! Send it to me!” Mischief laced both of your auras, making a deeper connection with the girl who reminded you so much of yourself.

Grabbing your wrist with a playful laugh, Robin guided you away from the security of safety before leading you to the bar where there was the frizzy mass of hair downing a glass of ice water. His side profile was something out of a distant dream you had had years before but that was something you didn’t care about. The same doe eyes that softened when they landed on you found you once more before playful fear filled them as he noticed Robin guiding you towards him.

[infinite-orangepeel]

i’m sorry but 666 on an eddie munson post felt like it should be documented and preserved

[crybabyddl]

Joe Quinn’s smile? Yeah, give me that, medium fries, and a chocolate milkshake to go please.

LIKE FUUUCK😩😮‍💨

EEEEEE

LIKE HOLY FUCK I WANT TO HOLD HIS FACE AND KISS HIS FOREHEAD

[strawbbzombwie]

He looks so fed up😔🫶🫶🫶

[unsolved-duvall]

— 𝖊𝖉𝖉𝖎𝖊 𝖒𝖚𝖓𝖘𝖔𝖓

[munsonshair]

im just gonna leave these here…..

IM INTERNALLY SCREAMING 😩😩😍😍

[honey-flustered]

Cruel Little Vixen 4

Rockstar!Perv!Eddie Munson x Journalist!Reader

Enemies to Friends to Lovers (18+ MDNI)

Summary: You’re on tour with Corroded Coffin when Eddie decides to confront you about your distance. Your true feelings finally come to surface after bottling them up for so long.

A/N: The way yall have supported my writing has been such a surreal experience for me. I swear I can’t thank you guys enough for all the love ❤️. This chapter may be a little angsty, a little sad but the reward is great because it’s full of fluff here and next chapter will be crazy smutty fluffy. I love writing so much and i’m glad i can share it all with you. Hope you enjoy!

>>>Series Masterlist Part 4 of 8

Word Count: 7.3k+

Warnings: yelling, addict parent, mentions of insecurities, kissing, confessing feelings, hand holding, eddie and reader being idiots, sexual tension, dirty talk, oral sex (f receiving), face riding, use of sex toy, ‘master’ kink name, slight dry humping, french kissing, orgasm denial, cum eating

Despite not seeing him for so long having an affect your article, you decided not to bother him, figuring he wouldn’t want to see you either. It wasn’t until Mel Thomas had begged you to speak to him, claiming that Eddie would only listen to you.

So here you were. You’re at his front door pacing back and forth, conflicted between leaving or knocking. Your hands move on their own accord. You knock. Immediately regretting your decision, you turned to leave when you heard the door creak open.

“Y/n?” You turn around. It’s Wayne Munson.

“Hello, Mr. Munson, I’m sorry to disturb you. The band’s really worried about Eddie. We all are, actually. We hadn’t seen him in a week and we wanted to know if everything’s ok.”

Wayne waves you to come closer, you do. He swings the door open just an inch more and points into the living room. There you saw a frail older woman, about in her late 40s, jittery and pale. She bared a close resemblance to Eddie. She’s wrapped in a fleece blanket sitting on the couch, Eddie’s arm around her. He’s comforting her. Is it who you thought it was?

“That’s Eddie’s mother, Sheila,” Wayne explains. “She’s an addict. He hasn’t seen her in 3 years.”

You felt a twinge of pain in your heart for Eddie. You remembered him telling you that she’s been in and out of his life. You hadn’t known that it was due to substance abuse. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to come at such a personal time. I should go.”

“No. It’s actually a really good thing you’re here. Eddie’ll need the company while I head to the store. Come on in.” Wayne steps out of the way and you timidly take a step inside.

Eddie doesn’t notice you just yet. Instead, he helps lead his mother up the stairs possibly to have her get some rest.

“I’ll just get some things for dinner tonight. You’ll need anything?” Wayne asks.

“No, thank you. But I can assist you with dinner. I just want to help anyway I can.”

“You being here is already enough.” He pats your shoulder.

Eddie’s back downstairs. This time he sees you. You couldn’t read his emotions much but you sensed some shame behind his eyes.

“Well, I should get going,” Wayne announces. “Eds, you be nice.”

“Aren’t I always?” Eddie shrugs, meeting you in the middle.

Wayne shoots him a final look before leaving and it’s just the two of you after what felt like so long. You’re both standing awkwardly far apart from one another, Eddie expecting you to question the situation.

“You wanna play D’n’D?” You blurt out.

Eddie’s confused, letting out a dry laugh. “What?”

You crouch down, pulling out the board game placed on the shelf of the coffee table. You shake it around to entice him. “I’m not exactly sure how to play but I was hoping you could teach me.”

He had the urge to ask you if you’d witnessed any of what had happened before but seeing you smile so warmly at him made him feel at ease. “It’s a pretty long set up. I’d have to tell you about the rules and you’d have to make a character. Are you sure you’d have time for all that?”

“I’d make all the time in the world for you, Eds,” You admitted. You should have been blushing being so open to tell him this but you weren’t ashamed. You wanted him to know that you did value the time you got to spend with him. You wanted him to know that you enjoyed hanging out with him regardless of the article. “Now sit your ass down and help me with this, will ya?”

His mood changed and he’s smiling that famous smile. He sits on the ground beside you. “I didn’t know you cared for this stuff.”

“I didn’t know you still liked this stuff. Seeing your smile, though, proves to me that you’re definitely a huge nerd.” You nudge him with your elbow.

“So are you.” He taunts, nudging you back.

“You’re a bigger one, though.” You tease, throwing a game piece at him.

“Hey,” Eddie calls out, catching the piece. “This is limited edition.”

You ignore him, taking another game piece. “Can we begin already?”

“Let’s start with building your character. How you build your character determines the outcome of the game statistics.”

“Ooh! Could I be a halfling?”

He snorts. “You could be any species you want and that’s what you choose? Good luck with that. Just know that as Dungeon Master, I won’t go easy on you.”

“You nerd.” You giggled.

There’s a sense of comfort that growing between the two of you. You’d hoped this meant that Eddie could trust you enough to know that you’d never write about this in his exposé. There were some things just too personal to write about. His secret was safe with you and you’d happily put down your journal just to make him feel okay again.

By the end of the night, you and Eddie had laid on the couch together. You laid right beside him, bodies pressed against one another on the tight space. He’d drifted off before you, probably exhausted from caring for his mother going through her withdrawals.

Before you’d drifted off, you gaze at him and pressed your lips to his cheek. You were grateful to know every part of him. Hopefully, he’ll never fear to hide parts of his life from you again. You rest your head on his shoulder and let slumber take over.

—————

In the morning, you’d found yourself resting alone on the couch. You brought your head up, searching around. Eddie’s outside in the backyard, sitting by the pool. You can tell that he’s sad. You knew this could only mean that his mother had left again. Without a trace.

You go out to him, quietly sitting beside him. He looks at you then down at the water again, knee bent to his chest and hands resting over his knees. The silence is worth a thousand words.

“She’s gone,” He speaks up. “She left last night while we slept. She…she fucking told me she wanted to get better. That she’d be off that shit.”

He’s hurt. His voice began to raise, cracking a little as he tried to fight back from breaking down. “I’m not even angry that she stole money from me. But she told me that she wanted to be in my life again. I care for her this entire week and even after seeing how my life turned out…she still has no interest to know me as her son. I’m just another stranger. I don’t know why I always think that the next time will be different.”

You swallowed hard, continuing to listen intently. You could feel the anguish that he’s releasing and it made you hurt so badly for him that you wished you could shelter him from that pain. You’re compelled to hug him. So you do, jumping into his arms causing his back to hit the ground as you clutched around him from above.

“You’re amazing, Eddie Munson. If she’s not willing to see that, then you have me to help you see yourself the way I see you. Thank you for being you.”

He’s surprised by the embrace. He’s usually the one to initiate contact between you. He squeezes his arms tight around you as you straddle him in an even tighter embrace. When you pull away from the hug, your eyes lock on his. His eyes slightly wet as he looks at up at you through his lashes, lips parted.

He looks so damn kissable.

You hover your lips over his, your hands suddenly pinning his hands beside his head. You weren’t sure what had come over you. His eyes fluttering as you gently press your lips against his. Now you feel as if you believed ever line written in romance about feeling sparks during an intense kiss because you felt like fireworks had exploded in the back of your head the moment your lips touched. His lips were just the right amount of soft with enough of a roughness to them that gave you a feeling to savor.

Your hips grind into him without your knowledge until you’d heard Eddie groan against your lips. This felt wrong. Like you were taking advantage of him in his vulnerable state. You should stop. You let go of his hands attempting to pull away but you’d only given the reigns to a beast of a man. With his hands on either side of your face, he bucks up into you and you gasp, he uses this opportunity to shove his tongue in your mouth. Then, he lowers his hands to your hips guiding you against him. It felt so amazing. Even between the barriers of you shorts, you felt his hardness digging into you, beckoning for its freedom.

“No,” You moaned into the kiss. “No, please. We can’t.”

But he’s addicted. He’s suckling on your lips as if it were the sweetest he’s ever tasted. You push at his chest, breaking the kiss and the line of saliva between you.

You swing your leg around, keeping off him. He sits up and just as he cups your face to kiss you again, you turn your face to the side. Then, he tries to kiss you from that side, you turn again. He stares at you bewildered and annoyed.

“I can’t.” You whisper.

“Of course, you can’t.” He mutters angrily under his breath.

“I…” You began.

“It’s fine. We’ll forget it ever happened,” Eddie rushes out. “I’ll accept his apology, by the way.”

You blinked at him, lost.

“Jessie. I’ll accept his apology. That’s why you came to visit me, right?” He says a slight bitterness in his tone.

He wasn’t entirely wrong. You had come over to convince him to accept the apology. If the band hadn’t asked you to speak with him, you’d never known what Eddie had gone through. It didn’t meant that you didn’t care, though. You just wanted to give him his space.

“I almost didn’t knock on your door. I thought about giving you some space. Figured you were mad because of the way we left things the night we…did those sexual things. But I knocked anyway. I did it because I wanted to. Because I wanted to know if you were okay even if I was scared you’d be mad at me. I care about you. You’re my…you’re my friend.”

A flash of hurt skims his face for a moment before it quickly shifts to indifference. “I think I’d like to be alone.”

You opened your mouth to protest but quickly accepted his wish. It was fair. You’d only made things worse. So much for cheering him up. Nodding, you stand to your feet.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” You ask.

He shrugs. He was over this conversation with you. You sighed, looking down sadly at him before heading out. You couldn’t wrap your head around how it’s the perfect formula to concoct a great friendship between you two and yet all you could do was lead him on only to pull away at the very last second. It felt selfish that what you’d once accused him of doing was now something you were doing: playing mind games.

————

Day 14. Another week has gone by. The strain between you and Eddie’s relationship had only increased. Your writing suffering as a result. Your heart’s not in it the way it was when you both were playing off each other’s personalities. Everyone noticed the changes including your boss which only made the pressure lay thick on you. You didn’t have much time. You’re week three into this project. One more week left. If you couldn’t bring out your best, you’ll be in the background once again. You just couldn’t speak to him even when he’d decided to let bygones be bygones you had avoided him.

Today, Corroded Coffin will be leaving for their London tour. You were instructed to go along with. The coach bus waiting out front to take you all to the airport.

Chrissy pulls you into a hug. “Take all the pictures you could and don’t forget to call me.”

“I won’t forget. I’ll take so many pictures and I’ll call you so much it’ll feel like you’re there, too.” You promised.

“Great! Also, I got you a going away gift partly an apology gift for cockblocking you.”

You giggled. “Chrissy, you shouldn’t have.”

“No. No. This’ll be good. You’ll need this.” She rummages through her bag before she pulls out long gift-wrapped box.

You smiled as you ripped up the gift wrap then lips curve into a frown. “Chrissy! This is a dildo.” You whisper-yell.

“A vibrating one, too.” She smiles, widely.

“Why?”

“You told me you didn’t want to fuck Eddie. I don’t see why but I respect your choices. So, to sort of curb your horniness while you’re on this trip I bought you this.”

“You…are insane. I’m 100% convinced.”

Chrissy laughs. “For helping a friend get an orgasm anyway she can? This isn’t the 60s anymore, Y/n. It’s about time you pull up your big girl pants and gotten a sex toy.”

Eddie walks over to you both and you quickly hide the box behind your back. He silently greets you then looks over to Chrissy.

“I’ll bring you back a souvenir?” He addresses her.

“Make it a signed CD from Haven’s Fight. I heard they’re opening for your band and I’d like a personal signature from Haven.” Chrissy requests.

“Haven? The guy’s a fucking asshole.” Eddie scoffs.

“You think everyone’s an asshole,” Chrissy laughs before they come together for a hug. “Take care, okay? Make sure you keep my girl happy.”

“Yeahhh, we’ll see about that.” Eddie’s eyes shift to you and you instinctively look away.

“Let’s go, everyone! Time to hit the road!” Mel Thomas shouts.

You give a final goodbye to Chrissy before heading into the coach bus. You’d sit in a seat across from Eddie. Neither of you saying a word. Simply exchanging shy glances before looking anywhere but in front of you.

Judas Argo noticing the silence, sits in the seat beside you darting his eyes between you. Eddie slowly getting irritated.

“Can we help you?” Eddie asks.

“I’ve never seen the two of you this quiet. Usually, nothing could stop you from mouthing off at each other now all of a sudden your as solemn as Brit at a funeral.” Judas says.

“We don’t feel like talking. It’s not a big deal.”

“Fuck that! I’m not going back to my home with two boring fucks. We’re going to liven it up in here. Jessie, cue the radio. Look for something tasteful.”

“Jude, I swear to god…” Eddie groans.

The radio switches on and “Stayin’ Alive” by The Bee Gees begins to play and Judas stands up, giving his doing the disco pointing dance. “I know you know this one, princess. No one can resist this song. Even metalheads like us.”

He takes your hand forcing you to stand. You stand awkwardly as he dances around you, trying to gain your balance from the slightly rocky bus. Then, the chorus begins and you couldn’t help but sing along following his dance.

Judas smiles widely, impressed by your moves. “See? Disco’s not dead after all.”

“Come on, Eds. Get up!” Judas encourages.

“Noooo.” Eddie protests.

Judas rolls his eyes, frustrated at his bratty bandmate. “Grab the cunt, boys.”

Eddie shoots a threatening look and warns them. “Stay the fuck away from me, dudes.”

Jessie and Mel ignore all warnings and take Eddie by the arms, yanking him to his feet. Eddie stands there with his arms crossed as you all sang and danced. His eyes land on you carelessly dancing and singing away. You looked so happy that he can feel the corners of his lips began to twitch into a smile. After some nudging from his mates, he joined along in the singing and soon you were all belting the lyrics as if it were a heavy metal song itself.

You and Eddie had even sung the chorus to each other like you’d never kept your distance from each other. It felt like old times again. Even as you boarded the plane, the two of you talked and laughed as if you’d known each other forever.

—————

You were unpacking your things in your hotel room, feeling jet lag from the flight. You could use the rest before you and the boys went sightseeing around the city for tonight. Throwing on the Hellfire Club T-shirt, you entered the bed. Although you were extremely tired, you’re still very alert. Then, you’re mind drifts back to the sex toy that Chrissy had given you.

God, I hate her for being right sometimes.

You go retrieve the box from your bag. Opening the box, you carefully slide out the pink vibrating dildo laughing at the sheer ridiculousness of the situation. It was quite a decent size. A size that you weren’t accustomed to but it wouldn’t necessarily be uncomfortable.

You press the button on its side and it starts to vibrate erratically nearly jumping out of your hand. Then, you hear a knock on your door.

Just my fucking luck.

Switching it off and hiding the object under your sheets, you walk briskly to the door. You swing the door just a peek.

Eddie.

“Hey, I can come in?”

“Errmm, now’s not a good….” He interrupts your protests and pushes through, taking you aback. You scoffed, following after him. “Excuse me.”

“You’re excused,” He smirks before throwing his body onto your mattress. For a brief second, his eyes roam your body, taking in the fact that your wearing his shirt. It’s not the first time he’s seen you wearing it but each time it gives him the chance to burn it into his memory for later recall. “So where do you think you and I should go?”

“We’re sightseeing with the boys. Remember?”

“Ughh, I thought we’d be going our separate ways.”

“Nope! Sticking with the group. It’s only fair.”

“Maybe for you but—” Eddie cuts himself off, wiggling around in your bed and made a face of discomfort and confusion. A faint vibration noise sounds from under him.

Your eyes widened, face beginning to flush as you remembered what you’d buried right under him.

Fuck, Fuck, Fucking Fuck.

Eddie pulls out the item that was vibrating away at his back. He holds it up in the air, eyes sizing it up before landing on you.

His face slowly pulls into a cheshire cat grin and you quickly, sputtered you explanation. During your incoherent blubbering, Eddie slowly stands up from the bed and calculatingly stalks over to you. “I-It’s not mine. Well, it is mine. But it was a gift from Chrissy. I wasn’t even going to use it. I was just c-curious a-and I was inspecting it.”

“You were…inspecting?” He asks, clearly amused.

Your temperature at an all time high. You were sure water could evaporate from the heat giving off on your face. “Y-yes. Is that so hard to believe?”

“Yeah, I find it incredibly hard to believe. You know what I think…I think you’re using it to replace me.”

How the fuck does he know these things?

“Maybe,” He began, stepping closer to you. “Maybe you’re using this to train yourself for something more. It’s a pity. It’s not even the right size. You’d have to get something much, much bigger if you really want to handle me.”

You gulped before shaking off his words, walking up to him confidently. “Give it.”

“Come and get it.”

It was deja vu except this time you know what it’s like to kiss those sinful lips. You rush him again only instead of dodging you, he let’s you come at him full force. The moment your hand wraps around the toy, he tugs forward, making you crash into him and your lips meet.

You melt, all the pent up tension releasing as well. You test the waters, intertwining your fingers into his curls. He deepens the kiss, walking forward. The back of your knees hit the edge of your bed and you both fall onto the mattress.

“You look so sexy in my shirt,” His hands roam down your body before cupping your pussy causing you to moan. “Should I use that toy on you? Get you nice and ready.”

Taking the toy and switching it on, he drags it over your stomach before bringing it between your inner thighs. The vibrations causing you to shiver as he brings it closer and closer to your core. He hovers it over your sensitive bud and despite your underwear being the only thing between direct contact, you can feel your wetness begin to pool. Then, he presses the vibrator against it and you yelp at the feeling, unable to squirm away.

You wrap a hand around his wrist, trying to pull it away. “Please…”

He pulls up your shirt to get a better view of the scene between your legs. “Such a pretty sight.”

“Eddie, I can’t do this.”

“Sure you can. Look how wet you’re getting.” He growls in your ear making your back arch and the vibrator presses harder into your sensitive bud.

Your eyes roll back, biting your lip at the sensation. Moan after moan, tumbling from your lips like you’re a broken record. His heavy erection against your thigh signaling his enjoyment in your reactions. He sucks at a sensitive spot on your neck and you’re convinced that he’s trying to end your existence because no way could anything feel this good.

He’s reduced you to a panting mess and you can see bursts of light exploding behind your eyes. Your heart rate quickens as the pleasure builds and builds.

“E-ed—I’m really, really close,” You mewled. “Gonna cum.”

“You are?” He asks, mockingly.

“Yes, yes. Mmm, fuck!” The coil within you ravels itself in a twisted knot. You’re back completely off the bed and your lips part. Eddie studying your face. You’re on the brink of an earth shattering release when he cruelly pulls away.

You immediately whined at the loss. It was evil. He’s a monster. You hate him. You hate him! Why is he laughing at you misery?

“You should see the look on your face.”

“Why’d you do that?!” You didn’t mean to sound so desperate but you were. He’d ripped away what could’ve been such an intense awakening for you.

“Because I can,” He simply says, pulling off you. “Call it a punishment, if you will.”

Taking a pillow, you strike him with it repeatedly. He gets up from the bed, trying to get away from your attacks.

“Okay, okay. Let it out.” He chuckles.

“Get out.”

“You’re that mad?”

“Yes! Now go!” You pout, opening the door and pointing out.

Eddie knows he’s getting to you. He’s slowly chipping away at your walls and it was only a matter of time before you crumble. He bows as he makes his exit. “My room’s just across from yours in case you’re ready for the real thing.”

“You wish.” Your voice goes against your stance as it uttered the phrase in a breathy whisper.

“If you say so.” He shrugs, unconvinced.

You closed the door behind you, sliding down as your knees buckled from weakness.God those lips. Those very soft… full…luscious lips. That fucking sexy voice when he’s turned on. His weight on you…

Okay, maybe I’ll be ‘inspecting’ that toy a little more now.

—————

You hardly got any sleep before the outing. Countless times you had to keep yourself from jumping out of bed and ending up in his. You’re at your breaking point and you weren’t sure at all how you’d gotten this far.

After dressing up in simple denim jeans and a corset shirt, you let your hair down and took a look at yourself in the mirror. You were going for a rockstar girlfriend look in an attempt to veer off your more conservative style.

Then, you were off heading out to meet the group and receiving wolf whistles. In the corner of your eye, you spot a possessive look on Eddie’s face, hopefully a repeat of the fight would not be in the cards for tonight.

The boys were talking over each other, excitedly about the activities they planned for the night, all of which you weren’t looking forward to.

“Patsy’s has great drinks and the hottest women. I know from my last visit here.” Mel says.

“Not to mention the giant tits ok some of these girls. Wouldn’t mind taking one home.”

You gagged. They talked about women like picking out a dog from a shelter. You follow far behind the boys, Eddie soon falling behind after next to you.

Tapping you on the shoulder, he points to a little music shop across the street. You shrugged, not understanding the big deal. He takes your hands and then your both running across the street towards it. His bandmates not noticing a thing.

Entering the shop, Eddie looks around before turning to you. He’d brought you here with no reason to actually be there.

“Why did we leave the boys? Don’t you wanna go to Patsy’s?”

“Pssh, nah. It’s overrated. Plus, I figured you needed a little rescuing.”

“I actually wouldn’t have minded.”

“We can go bac—”

“No! We’re good!”

“I thought so,” He laughs. He picks up a Jimmy Hendrix vinyl record. “Great guitarist. One of my influences aside from Metallica. Would’ve loved to play guitar with that guy. Damn.”

You spot a pair of sample headphone and it gives you an idea. “Let’s play a little game. I’ll put these on and you talk to me.”

“Wow, I’m boring you that much.” He scoffs.

“No, moron. It’s a game I used to play as a kid. Whenever my mom would take me to the music store, I’d go to the tester headphone section, blast the music super loud, and I’d try to guess what people are saying. I’d gotten so good at reading lips, my mom would put a hand over her mouth whenever she wanted to speak privately with my dad.”

“I think I’d have to see it to believe.”

“Okay. Prepare to be amazed.” You place them over your ears, giggling as you raised the volume of the rock music playing in them.

Eddie starts talking but he’s talking so fast that it’s practically gibberish. Then you realize that he’s actually speaking nonsensical phrases.

“Be serious.” You laughed.

You read his lips. “Aw, you got me.”

You repeated it out loud. He’s impressed. Then, he utters another phrase.

“Do you like…pies?” You laughed, a bit confused. You mimic his mouth movement. “Oh wait, ‘Do you like pizza’ is what you said.”

He nods, smiling at your accuracy. Then, he utter one last phrase and your smile fades. ‘I like you’ he says. You felt a sense of sadness wash over you knowing that this was only for the game and not something you’d actually hear from his mouth genuinely.

You pull off the headphones, Eddie noticing your the shift in your mood. “Everything okay?”

You don’t answer. You walk out of the store into the street, not even thinking to look back to know if he’s following close behind.

He rans after, catching up and putting a hand to your shoulder to make you face him. “I don’t understand. What’d I do wrong? Why are you avoiding me?”

“It’s nothing. And I’m not avoiding you.” You swipe sway his hand from your shoulder then walked away.

“She then proceeds to avoid me,” He throws up his hands, voice raising. “You’ve got to be the most frustrating woman I’ve ever met. It’s like your a different person every other hour.”

You stop in your tracks, pointing at him. “Oh and are you any better?”

“Least I’m not leading you on. You want me then ya don’t. You’re constantly leading me on and it doesn’t feel fucking good, Y/n. I feel like shit.”

“How can I feel anything for you when you don’t really like me? All of this casanova player shit is just to get in my pants. Then, what’ll happen once you do?”

“Is that all you think of me?”

“Only because that’s what you think of me!”

“You don’t know what I think of you!”

“Don’t need to! I’ve seen the way you and your bandmates talk about girls!”

“That’s not who I am! Maybe come down from that fucking high horse you sit on so you can actually see things a lot clearer!”

“Fuck you!”

“You’d love that!”

“I’m not—” The rumbling from the sky cuts you off and not long after drops of rain began to trickle down on you both. The nearest shops were too far from all the walking you’d done and you silently curse yourself.

Eddie points to a designated phone booth, taking your hand and you both run over to it. Shutting the door behind you, you were both officially sheltered from the rain.

Eddie stares at you and point at you face. You peer at your reflection the the glass. Your mascara’s running so much for the cool rockstar girlfriend look.

“I look like a sad panda.”

“It’s kinda cute.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Or what? You gonna leave? I’m sick of this back and forth. Do you like me or not? I like you and it feels like I’m alone in this.”

“I kissed you first, didn’t I?”

“Because you felt sorry for me. You took pity on me about my mom and kissed me.”

“It’s not true! You don’t know how I feel about you either.”

“Then just tell me! Spare me this push and pull because I can’t take it.”

“Fine, I like you,” You admittedly shouted. “I like you, Eddie. I like you a lot sooner than I’m willing to admit. I wanted you for so long.”

“Then, what’s with you? Why’re you being so fucking distant?”

“Because I have a career to uphold. My career is all I have. Even if you were to fuck me and dump me the next second, I’d always have my career. I don’t want to be another one of your conquests. I don’t want to be a pawn to whatever game your playing. If I become this way for you, I’d hate you forever. So to remember you fondly even after this article’s over, I don’t want to go any further.”

“I wouldn’t do that to you.”

“How am I supposed to believe that? You’re a rockstar. You make lists of the countless women you’ve fucked. I’m nowhere near you’re type. I know you like Chrissy and you’re probably using me to get to her.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?! How could you even say these things without batting an eye?”

“It’s true and you know it, Eddie,” You sighed. “You think this is what you want. That—that this is fun and exciting because I push you away and you take me as some kind of challenge for you. But then, you’ll get your way. Then…you’ll have me and you’ll get bored of me.”

His eyes are filled with hurt, pleading silently to stop the horrible things you’re saying. Yet you continue, “I’m no rockstar. I’m not some pretty former cheerleader you once had a crush on. I’m just me. A journalist looking for her own footing in the world. Once this article’s over…by next week you’ll forget I’ve ever existed.”

“You couldn’t be more goddamn wrong! You sound so heartless, you couldn’t even take a chance to see from my side of things! I fucking like you, Y/n! If that makes me some kind of a monster with a motive against you then I’m sorry you feel that way.”

“I didn’t say that!”

“You practically did!”

“You’re mishearing me. Let me elaborate!”

“You’ve said enough!”

A bang on the glass of the phone booth causes you and Eddie’s widened eyes to turn to the intruder. Looking down and see a shorter elderly man dressed in a dapper pin-striped suit, carrying an yellow umbrella.

“You kids gonna keep bickering or could I make a phone call?” The old man asks.

“S-sorry.” You and Eddie step out of the booth.

The old man hands Eddie the umbrella. “Wait here.”

He head inside making a quick call leaving you and Eddie standing outside in quiet embarrassment at your public outbursts.

“He’s nice to give us his umbrella.” You say, shyly looking down at your boots.

“Yeah, I suppose. He’s well dressed, too. Pretty expensive suit. I’d say he’s in a mob.” Eddie deduces.

“You’ve got an active imagination.”

“I’m serious.”

The old man finishes his call, stepping out the booth and looks between you two.

“You two lovebirds were at each other’s throats in there. You alright?”

“Yeah.” “No.” You and Eddie say simultaneously.

“The gentleman says ‘no’.” The old man says to you.

“He just likes to say everything opposite from me.” You say.

“No, I don’t.” Eddie denies.

“Yes, you do.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Ya know what, you two walk with me to the diner. We’re gonna have a little chat and settle this.” The old man waves a hand over.

For an old man, he was pretty fast. Eddie trying to keep up holding the umbrella over him, leaving you both soaking in the process.

When you reached the diner, Eddie and you sit side by side in a booth. The old man sat across from you,

“Oh shit, Eddie. You’re in public? You could be attacked at any moment.”

“No worries. Brits don’t bother the celebrities. Francis’ll be okay. And if anyone dare tries anything, they’ll answer to me.” The old man says.

“You know Francis?” You asked.

“Oh yeah, the Mrs loves his music.”

“Old people listen to metal?” Eddie questions.

“She’s anything but old, bucko. The woman’s timeless. Ya see, I’ve been with this woman for 30 years. Best years of my life are with her. All because I worked the courage to talk to her and tell her how I felt. If I was ever a pansy about it, I would’ve never even gotten her bloody name. My lesson for you both is to quit beating around the bush. You’re young and you don’t want to waste your life regretting what could’ve been.”

Eddie scoffs, crossing his arms. “Yeah, tell that to her. I’ve never met a girl who hated being favored this much.”

“Well, good sir, could you please explain to this man next to me that I’m not pursuing my feelings for a man who belongs to the world.”

“Oh, so now I’m just a sex maniac in your eyes? I can’t just like you and only you?”

“You both hush up,” The old man orders and you both immediately fell silent. “It’s clear you both are fancy one another. No denying it. If you were honest about these emotions from the get go, this shit show would be a thing of the past. What’s your name young lady?”

“Y/n.”

“Y/n, you like this man?”

You glance timidly at him, he searches your face. “I do.”

“And you rockstar?”

“I do, too.”

“Then, that’s all that matters. Stop focusing on the things that could go wrong or you won’t enjoy the present. You think I’d made it that far if I kept worrying whether she’d leave me or whether we’d fall out of love? Live in the moment, youngsters. That is the secret to love,” The man looks at the window and there’s a limo parked outside for him. He stands throwing a wad of cash on the table. “Keep the umbrella and quit arguing in phone booths.”

Then, the old man steps out. His chauffeur carrying an umbrella in one and and the other opening the door for the man. You and Eddie waved at him through the window as he drove off.

“He’s definitely in the mob.” Eddie states, breaking the silence.

——————

It was an interesting night that you two hadn’t expected to go down. You both admitted to liking each other, blushing every now and then when you caught each other staring. You made it back to the hotel, calling the night early.

Standing in the middle of the hallway, you were fiddling for the keys to your room when you decided to stop and face Eddie.

“I’m sorry if it sounded like I was calling you a sex addict. I’ve just been trying to convince myself you’re bad for me but you come all charismatic and cute and you make me want you.”

“To be honest, I see where you come from. Any sane person would be wary to date a rockstar.”

“I’m definitely not sane,” You laughed, deliriously. “I think I’ve lost my mind.”

“Me too. You make me crazy,” He leans against his door. “Remember that night I said I saw you in the crowd? I wasn’t looking because you were front row. I looked at you because…you remind me of home. I don’t see that much on the road. I’m used to this fast life. But with you, I felt like I could be there again. I wasn’t Francis. I was Eddie.”

You eyes glimmer with happiness. He notices this, face crimson red.

“That was lame to say that.” He says, rubbing at the back if his neck.

“No, I get it. And I really appreciate you telling me this.”

He clears his throat. “Of course.”

“Hey, Eds.”

“Hmm?”

“I want you. I want you as mine. Even if only for tonight. Whatever you decide—whatever happens between us, I’m okay with it. But like that man said, life’s too short to beat around the bush and I don’t want to regret not having you.”

“You sure? What about your celibacy?”

“I’d break it for you.”

Eddie caresses your cheek. “How about you let me take you on a date tomorrow? It’ll be the last day we get to have this time alone before the concert. Let’s enjoy the entire day. Then after I’ll take you back to my room and I’ll take my time showing you how much I care.”

“As much as I like that…I’d like something now. After that little scene in my hotel room, all I want to do is feel you on me.” You’d never been so bold. That old man’s a wizard.

Eddie swings his door open hand, resting on one side of the door frame. “I’ll give you a little preview of the fun we’ll have. All you gotta do is step inside. But once you do…you’ll be mine.”

“I’m more than okay with that.”

“I need a verbal yes. Tell me you’ll be mine.”

“I’m yours.” You say with no hesitation.

“Then come inside. Let me show you what I can do for you.”

You step into his room and he shuts the door behind you. His demeanor changing as he wraps his arms around your waist, picking you up and setting you on the kitchen island table.

Your shoes are the first to go then your jeans and underwear. He’s staring down at you glistening core as if looking at Heaven itself.

“So damn pretty.” He whispers.

He lowers himself enough so that his face met closer with your core. He kneads your thick thighs, his rigid rings making marks against the skin as he squeezed tighter and tighter.

He scatters wet kisses across your inner thighs and you nearly came in that instant. His eyes never leave yours, watching you squirm under his touch (though he’s barely touched you at all).

Dragging his lips from the inner thigh, they latch around the fat, sensitive nub sucking hard and your hips buck and this sudden act.

While one hand wrapped around your thigh, keeping you from crushing his head between them the other hand flicks around with her clit. Eddie devours your cunt as if you were his last meal, slurping at the excess juices and then sucking on the folds that still drip with your essence.

“You taste so good, little vixen. So damn sweet.” His words, despite being muffled by his mouth serving your pussy, sent another pool of liquid what seeping out of you.

Those lips were made to be ridden. His entire face was. So you did, grabbing the top of his hair you grind your pussy into his face. You’re riding his nose that rubbed in just the right spots against you. The familiar sensation of the bursts of lights behind your eyes returns only this time this was the kind of orgasm that scared you.

You feared that if you allow yourself release you’d either lose your mind or your life. You wanted to let it subside, give you a more easier orgasm to handle but that’s not what Eddie lived by. He wanted you taking it all and full force. When you tried to pull your hand away from his hair, he placed a hand on top your locking them there and making you continue grinding you wetness in his face.

“It’s too much. Too much, Eddie! I feel like I’ll die.” You panted.

“You can take it,” He mutters against your thigh. “You’re a big girl.”

He flicks his tongue up and down with an incredible speed that send you convulsing. The tongue you’d always dreamed of between your legs whenever he’d stick it our during his shows. Now you were living every fans dream only you were certain he’d tasted you in a way he’s never done with anyone else.

“Ohmm, my gah, fuck. I’m gonna, uh—I’m gonna cum, master. Oh shiit.”

He groans at the name you’d given him. It simply slipped without you recognizing but you were too much in bliss to be embarrassed by it. Then, he sucks your clit with a combination tongue circling motion and you combust.

You convulsions racked so heavily through you that it was a miracle your head hadn’t bang against the table. Real tears stream down you face as you tried to hold on to something to get a grip on reality. You pulled hard at his hair and he lets out a long drawn our moan.

Once you come to, you are still slightly trembling and trying to gain your breaths. Eddie stands, there’s a raging hard on in his jeans.

“I’m regretting this,” Eddie begins. “I’m not sure now how I can wait until tomorrow.”

“Then, don’t.” You say exhausted, lying boneless against the kitchen table.

“No, no. I’ll be waiting. Counting the goddamn hours if it makes this faster,” He groans. “You’ll have to leave now, though, or I might not be able to hold our longer.”

You sighed, hopping off the counter and your legs feel like jelly. You shimmy on your clothes and headed for the door.

Why was he now trying to be a gentleman, when you wished for him to be the freak you’d heard constant rumors about?

“Can I at least get a goodnight kiss?” You say, licking your lips.

“No. I swear any more contact with you and you’ll be with your hands tied taking every inch of—fucking hell, woman. Just leave!”

“Okay. Okay!” You say, putting your hands up in surrender.

It felt weird being on the other side of this dynamic. The tables have surely turned.

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