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Ice Cream, Bikinis, and Other Ways to Torture Him | Older Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Harrington!Fem!Reader | 18+
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Summary: The stories of Eddie Munson, front man of Corroded Coffin and his music filled the Harrington household, his albums on shelves and picture frames hung of your dad and him, young and dumb. You're home for the weekend, which so happens to be the same weekend Eddie is in Hawkins on a personal errand. The longtime crush on him bubbles to the surface as you meet him, giving into the temptation of small summer dresses and bubblegum gloss for the fun of it. Until your dad is called in to an emergency work meeting. Then the fun of torture becomes temptation.
Warnings: Older Rockstar!Eddie, Harrington!Reader (Steve's daughter), multichapter build up, excessive use of nicknames, no use of y/n, use of marijuana, perv!Eddie
Describes: long hair, shorter than Eddie by a few inches, reader is described to look like her mom (can be ANY race) with Steve's freckles. No skin colour, body shape/type
Word count: 5.3k
P2 Will Be Up Next Thursday and every Thursday from then on!
The sounds of the morning Saturday cartoons fill the living room, background noise as you scroll through your phone while slowly working your way through your bowl of cereal. Droplets of milk occasionally drip onto your lap, landing on your bare thigh as the videos you scroll through donât seem to compute.Â
For the thousandth time you spill milk on your lap, you huff out of annoyance as you wipe it off with the edge of your sweaters sleeve. Maybe scrolling through your phone and eating something with liquids wasnât a good idea for someone as klutzy as you.
From the kitchen, your dad walks out as he uses a T-towel to dry his hands. âYou listening, sunshine?â
âHuh?â You blurt out, the video you were half paying attention to still playing.Â
He breaks into a smile, shaking his head as he tosses the towel over his shoulder. âGuess not. You have any plans this weekend?âÂ
You shake your head, wiping your mouth of the excess milk of this bite when you had scooped too big of a bite. âNaomi is working for the summer and Marley got stuck watching her little brother all weekend.âÂ
Coming home to see your dad for the week is nice, granted it would probably be nicer if you could see either of your 2 friends. Youâd have to settle for Steve being extra doting on you, given youâre only one of four of his kids in the house for the moment. What you would give to have your snot mouth brother in town just for two seconds to make the extra big house just a little bit smaller.
He nods, rubbing his hands together. You can see the slight hesitation in his eyes, watching the cartoon as if he had forgotten the conversation which he had started.Â
âDad?â His brown eyes switch to you, smirking at your expectant face.Â
âRight. I was hoping youâd be out of the house a bit more,â he sighed, popping his knuckles anxiously. âI have an old friend that will be staying with us for the weekend. I thought if you were out of the house it might make things slightly less awkward.âÂ
Your eyebrows furrow, curious as to what he might mean. Youâve gotten to know any old friend of his that might be expected to stay for the night, ducking their many attempts to ruffle your hair over the years. The only person youâd let do it ended up being Robin, as she is the coolest person youâve ever met.Â
âWhy would it be awkward?â The question has a sarcastic bite to it, garbled by the cereal in your mouth.Â
He sighs, placing a hand in his brown locks, ruffling them as he tucks his lips in. âWell, because itâs one of the friends youâve never met.âÂ
Thereâs a few of them, having never made their return to Hawkins, you never had a chance to meet them. A few names from the stories your dad has told you over the years flicker through your mind, one name in particular standing out from the rest.Â
Well, it's the only name that pops through your head.
His likeness on Late Nite TV interviews charming the audience, his solid tenor voice playing on the speakers during family barbecues, his bandâs name plastered on some of the albums in your dadâs collection.Â
Youâve heard stories, seen the photos of him and your dad together, but heâs never come around before.Â
âWho?â You ask, your heart palpitating at the very thought of the long haired angel who haunted your dreams making his first in-person appearance.Â
âItâs Eddie,â he answers, crossing his arms as his eyes switch back to the tv. âEddie Munson, that guy in Corroded Coffin Iâve told you stories about?âÂ
You roll your eyes, fighting the smile that threatens to take over your face. âI know who Eddie is, dad. His name comes up every time his songs are on the family speakers. Given how many stories I know about him, is a lot!â You tease him, satisfied by the quick twist of annoyance across his face. Â
âNot like I heard you complaining about those stories,â he chuckles, playfully feigning a throw of his T-towel at you. âHe needs to come into town to help his uncle move into a retirement home. Wayne has finally given in, despite needing to be in one for at least a decade,â you blink at him, giving him that same deadpan stare he has given time and time again. Heâs taught you well. âRight, so. He will be staying for the weekend.â
You nod, putting down the bowl on the coffee table as the remaining contents are only the milk and soggy cereal. What a nightmare of textures.Â
As you lift your phone to unlock it again the day of the week flashes as a reminder. âSo, heâll be here tomorrow?âÂ
He hisses, reaching out his hand for said bowl. You pass it to him, the silence would be awkward if it werenât for how easily it rolls off his shoulders.Â
Steve Harrington makes his living off of awkward moments.Â
âShort notice I know,â he apologizes, in so many words, âI offered to him a few months ago when he brought it up, and he called the other day looking to cash in on the favor.âÂ
âAnd you said Iâd be yours for the weekend. You liar!â You accuse, playfully crossing your arms at him.Â
Your dad shrugs, walking back into the kitchen. âIt seems I have double booked Chez Harrington for the weekend, but it wonât be so bad.â You hear the sound of the bowl being put in the water in the sink.Â
You pretend to be annoyed, because itâs what he expects of you. The truth is since you were old enough to find someone hot Eddie Munson has intrigued you. On the occasion you have found yourself staring too long at magazine spreads he has been featured in, letting his sweet tenor voice enwrap you whole as you turn on his music. Sometimes he bares a love bite or two on stage, smacking you in the face with envy.Â
This weekend is bound to be torture for you, a vision of a rock god whose body and chisled arms youâve practically memorized by now up close in person with all those sick and twisted thoughts bouncing around in your head. To him, you will be nothing but a school girl with a crush.Â
Youâre surprisingly okay with that.Â
âAh, yes, an unruly rockstar coming over for a weekend. I think Iâve seen this film before, and I didnât like the ending,â you sing the last part, smiling cheekily as he scoffs.Â
âTaylor Swift references aside, heâs really gotten over his party hard rockstar days,â he insists, âor at least, thatâs what he tells me.âÂ
You nod cynically, narrowing your eyes. âFine. Not like I can tell you to refuse your friend a place to stay,â you shrug, acting a little too much. Relax, take it easy. You donât need to overact out an emotion. âWe have more than enough rooms.âÂ
âWell, your sisters donât like to come home for whatever reason and your brother is gone away at camp for the summer, so, yeah, I guess you can say that,â Steve huffs, crossing his arms back at you.Â
âOh, I thought heâd just stay in the spare bedroom,â you tease, your arms flailing as he pushes you over on the couch in one last retaliation.Â
The following afternoon thereâs three knocks on the door, announcing the arrival of the person youâve been waiting for all morning. You might have dressed for the occasion, a flowy summer dress that shows off your tits and just enough of your bikini top to keep him wanting more.Â
Youâd hoped the shine of your sunscreen on your skin will work in your favor, purposely messy hair and pretty lip gloss will do just the trick.Â
You open the door, despite waiting a few seconds for your dad to come down so you didnât have to, but the guest was impatient, knocking another three times and calling your dadâs name.Â
âAlright, alright, coming!â You call out, swinging the door open to a real life legend.Â
âAh! Little Harrington!â He startles, his brown eyes wide, only adding to how comically yet gorgeously frazzled he is.Â
But itâs not entirely comforting that the first thing he does when he sees you is jump.Â
âSorry, just thought you lot were gone for the summer,â he chuckles, fidgeting with his rings. Two seconds in and youâre already leering.Â
âDecided to crash,â you shrug, stepping back so he might enter. âNot many places I can stay at for free that also have a pool.âÂ
He barks out a laugh at your attempt at humor, looking around your fatherâs admittedly sweet diggs. âJesus,â he swears under his breath, dropping his gym bag on the floor. âForgot how big the Harrington house is.â
You laugh under your breath, keeping a comment to yourself.Â
A V forms between his brows, having seen the thought cross your mind. âWhat?âÂ
âNothing,â you dismiss, a tight lipped smile slowly spreading across your face.Â
âI know a classic Harrington comment when I see one, spit it out,â he smirks, crossing his arms and raising his brows expectantly.
The comment spit it out raises a few images, but bite your tongue and ignore them. Â
You raise your brows back, challenging his demand. You almost win, but the need to make a sarcastic remark, the one you inherited from a long line of sarcastic Harringtons, wins. âYouâre a rockstar, arenât you? Donât you have a big mansion of your own?âÂ
He scrunches his nose, as if turned off by the idea. âA house, maybe. But a mansion? For one person? Thatâs excessive.â He moseys back over to the door, bending over the threshold to grab something from out of sight. His guitar. The prized one he wrote the song chopped full of innuendos Tasty Lick about. He carries it by the neck, the red and black pattern even more vibrant and captivating in person.Â
You could say the same about him, especially how no photo seems to do him justice. The stubble on his chin is faint, but itâs there, looking ever so scratchable. His hands are rough, calloused from the hours of guitar playing. His forearms reveal a patchwork of black and white tattoos, all wrapped in a gothic theme or horror of some kind.Â
Youâre still leering at him. You shouldâve known this would be a dangerous game.Â
âWell what did you do with your riches, then?â You rebuttal as you peer up from under your lashes at a set of chocolate eyes that has your breath catching.Â
âA really nice tour bus, good security,â he starts walking towards the kitchen, hands in his jeans pockets as he continues his observation of the surroundings. âAs of recently, a damn good retirement home.âÂ
You smile at that, how charming it is that heâd rather spend his well earned dough on comfort for himself and others. It only adds to the boyish charm that overflows from him.Â
âOh, and a nice little red sportsâ car,â he adds, completely nixing your previous thought about him.Â
âI can make you something to eat if you want, you probably had a long road trip,â you offer him, leaning forward against the island counter.
Eddieâs eyes study you for a moment, his eyes flickering around your face. As they trail across your eyes, lips, studying your scattered moles youâve inherited from your father, you nearly retract from his intense gaze.
The moment ends, Eddie leaning back in the barstool as he licks his lips in a quick movement. âNo thanks,â his head shakes rapidly, sending a ripple down his wavy locks, âIâm good.âÂ
You hum, cheekily raising your brow. âDadâs probably in the shower, which means you might be waiting a while for him to blow dry his hair.âÂ
Eddie laughs, broad smile wide enough to show those dangerous dimples. âGuess nothing really has changed.âÂ
You push yourself off the barstool, barking out one short laugh as you walk out the wide double doors to where your setup is.Â
Itâs best not to hover.
There are a few lounge chairs by the pool, each with its own glass table right next to it. Your phone is waiting for you, a singular AirPod right next to it, the music that was playing through the speaker earlier on pause and waiting for you to return. The hot sun blares on the 4th of July weekend, a chlorine blue water stagnant in the pool, just inviting someone to enjoy its icy depth, a shelter from the blaze.Â
Your sandals protect your bare feet from the scorching concrete, the sunglasses that rested on your head are no longer forgotten as the sun sends daggers through your skull.Â
You lose yourself in your Hot Girl Summer playlist, humming to an indie pop artistâs upbeat track that sounds like summer while mindlessly reading a magazine. Your dad blocks the sun, effectively announcing his presence after you couldnât hear him over the music blasting in your ear.Â
After you wave up at him with a smile on your face, taking the earbud out when he gestures for you to do so. âWhatâs up?âÂ
He tilts his head in a jerk move, his face shifting into a bewildered expression in a blink. âA-when did Eddie get here?âÂ
âDunno,â you shrug, looking around him towards the double doors. âMaybe ten, fifteen minutes ago?â
His eyes widen, adding to the expression heâs given to you many many times in your adolescence. âAnd you didnât think to tell me?âÂ
You lean back, switching your glance back down to your magazine, oh so coyly. âI figured you were in the shower.â You flip the page to a spread of heartthrobs. Somehow the rockstar has made his way into the mix. âEddie can wait for fifteen minutes. Heâs a big boy.âÂ
Steve blinks at you, considering this statement with a sour look on his face. âDid you at least offer a drink, something to eat while he was waiting?âÂ
âOf course I did! He said no. Now go say hi to your buddy,â you gesture back towards the house vaguely, playing closer attention to the glossy pages in your lap. âIâm not the one being rude, anymore.âÂ
He sighs, turning back around toward the house. The earbud is barely pressed into your ear when he turns back around, his long legs taking him back in quick steps. âThis whole display doesn't have anything to do with Eddie visiting, would it?âÂ
âDisplay?â You parrot back to him, pushing your sunglasses onto your head. You gesture towards the pool, mirroring that same exasperated look he gave you. âDisplay? Iâm sitting by the pool, like I told you I would. If I wanted a display, I wouldâve worn a lot less than the dress I wore when I answered the door.â You pause, indicating to your pink bikini with a flourish. âI wouldâve worn a lot less now.â
Steve falls out of his stern father pose, eyes closed as he throws his hands up in surrender. âAah, okay I get your point.âÂ
âItâs hot, itâs summer.â You put your sunglasses back on over your eyes, shaking the product soaked hair you worked so hard to make look effortlessly messy. âIâm your daughter, Iâm not a display.â
âRight, yeah. Just making sure, sunshine.â He leans in, lowering his voice as if so Eddie canât hear through the open doors. âI just know you had a crush on him when you were younger. It ainât happeninâ, sweet girl.âÂ
You pull your head back, your jaw dropping as your dad does what he does best, come up with one more rebuttal just when you thought youâd won the battle.Â
He always wins the war.Â
It takes a minute for your mind to catch back up to yourself, blinking yourself out of it. âI-what!â
âYou werenât as subtle about it as you thought you were, sunshine!â He calls back, striding back into the house.Â
You huff, watching your crystal blue painted toenails twitch as you mull the conversation over in your head. If nothing came of it, then at least Eddie would get to enjoy his view, and youâd enjoy yours. For a moment you wonder if youâre acting pathetic, but you toss your sunglasses and earphone aside, ignoring the glitch in self confidence as you approach the suddenly inviting pool.Â
Were the set of eyes you felt on you as you made laps in the pool just wishful thinking?
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The scraping of the knife against toast fills the kitchen as you slowly spread the strawberry jam, careful not to make more of a mess than you already have.Â
âMorninâââ you hear behind you, your dadâs shampoo filing your nose as he leans in to plant a kiss on your cheek.Â
âHi,â you greet him, pausing to âcleanâ the jam off your thumb. Youâre about to ask if he would like some toast when you see his suit on, perfectly tailored with his long hair groomed so specifically you clock it right away. âYouâre all dressed up.â
He grins, walking around you to where you had a pot of coffee started. âAbout that.â
Thatâs exactly what you figured. âWhat?â
âPut some toast in for Ed, Iâll tell you both when he comes down,â he instructed, narrowly avoiding your pointedly annoyed stare.Â
Your eyes remain on his to make your point, huffing as you place two pieces of bread in, adding more attitude in the action than was probably necessary. Your jaw locks, staring him down as he pours his cup of coffee, chewing on the toast with your arms crossed.Â
Although Steve is apologetic, he eventually ignores your glare, wondering how all four of his kids managed to get his same attitude.Â
Eventually you grow tired of glaring at someone whoâs ignoring you so you sit down, waiting for Eddie to make his appearance as you pout at the kitchen island.Â
The smell of his Irish Spring soap hits the kitchen before he does, walking into the kitchen mid yawn and fresh from his shower. Eddieâs shirt clings to his lithe torso like a second skin, showing off just the hint of a tummy with his sweatpants sitting low on his hips. You allow yourself one second to gawk at him and the hairs that peek out of his shirt until you reshift your focus back to your toast, panicking when you notice the jam that has dripped on your hand. Oh, shit again?
âWhatâs with the fancy get up, dude?â Eddie asks, pouring himself a cup as well. Â
âBefore we get to that, Sunshine has put some toast in for you.â Steve gestures with his coffee cup.
Eddieâs brows lift, looking just the littlest bit delighted as he turns toward the toaster. âOh, thanks!â He snaps his fingers into a gun with his thumb and pointer finger, sending a wink your way. Youâre mid-âclean-upâ on your hand, rushing to finish before you nod to acknowledge his thanks.Â
âAlright. My partner called,â he means work partner, âhe needs help to close this deal. Heâs having a really hard time doing it himself.â
âWho did you send?â You ask, knowing a little bit of his work drama.Â
Steve hisses, wincing as he says, âWarner.âÂ
You roll your eyes, shaking your head as the toast pops out of the toaster. âWell no wonder!âÂ
Eddie has been watching this like a tennis match, completely out of the loop but entertained nonetheless. âWhat, whatâs wrong withâŚWarren?âÂ
âWarner,â you correct him, cleaning up yet another spill of jam off your thumb. âThe guy sucks. Why Warner, why not Tommy?âÂ
âWait, why does he suck?â Eddie asks as he spreads butter on his toast, looking way too entertained about this.
âBecause heâs a 22-year-old fuckwit that doesnât know how to close and only got this job because his dad gave it to him when he retired,â you huff, not at all distracted by how Eddie is eating his toast; like itâs the best thing heâs ever tasted, savoring every bite. His tongue occasionally pokes out to lap at the butter on his lips, his eyes closed as he muffles sounds at the back of his throat.Â
He makes eating toast look depraved.
âSunshine, youâre 22,â Steve squints, lifting his cup towards you accusingly.Â
You scoff. âYeah but Iâm not an entitled dickwad who thinks just because his daddy had a job âoh, thatâs my job one day!â. He has no experience versus his father who was in the game for 25 years.â Youâre very passionate about this, more so than you had even anticipated. âSeriously, why him?âÂ
âHeâs the only one who didnât take the Fourth of July weekend off because heâs a 22 year old fuckwit with no family.â He takes a large sip of his coffee before setting it on the counter. âWell in any case, you are right. He has no experience and we need this account, so I gotta help him out.âÂ
âWhen do you think youâll be back?â Eddie asks, giving you a fresh whiff of his soap when he walks behind you to sit on the other side of the island.Â
Steve crosses his arms and leans against the table, mentally preparing himself before he disappoints the two of you, âNot til Sunday.âÂ
âShitty,â Eddie sighs sympathetically.Â
âDad I can only take one week off,â you sigh, having only gotten two days with him. âWhen you get back Iâll only have one more day.âÂ
âI know, Iâm sorry.â He does genuinely sound remorseful. You know heâd stay if he had any other choice, but he doesnât.Â
âYou know anyone else in town who couldâŚâ Eddie starts, obviously reminding your dad of something he forgot about.Â
âShit. Hmmm.â Steveâs eyes flicker to you, âSunshine can do it.âÂ
You pause mid-bite in hearing your nickname. âSunshine can do what?âÂ
âI donât wanna bother her on her vacation.â Eddie states, dismissing Steveâs offer.Â
Your dad saved him off, âIâm sure sheâd be happy to help.âÂ
âWhat am I doing?â You ask more assertively, finally grabbing their attention.Â
Eddie finally speaks first, âOh, I asked your dad to help me pack up my uncles things. Itâs a tedious process, I can getââÂ
âNo, sheâd be happy to help,â Steve offers again, looking at you and jerkily nodding his head towards Eddie.Â
Youâd be happy to help, youâre just thinking about the amount of time youâll be alone with Eddie. Your plan was to keep a safe distance from him, allowing a free show in your best summer clothing while enjoying the hot weather. The close quarters your dad is sending you into sounds dangerous, butterflies erupting into your ribcage as you picture the deafening silence surrounding the two of you knee deep in his uncleâs things.  Â
âIâm happy to help,â you tell him, getting up to put your plate away.Â
âI donât want to force her intoââÂ
âMy dad canât force me into doing shit,â you scoff, ignoring your dads own scoff. Now Eddie on the other hand could demand you to bark and you would. Down on the ground, on all fours. âBesides. You two wouldnât have gotten any actual organization done.âÂ
âThanks,â Eddie lifts his mug, giving you a wink. Your neck hair rises, scanning his arched nose and the rebelling stubble already growing in despite having freshly shaved. His aftershave is intoxicating, the sound of a glass mug clinking as it lands on the counter snapping you out of your daze.  Â
âWhen are you leaving?â You suddenly remembered your dadâs presence in the kitchen, funny how fast you forgot about him.Â
âI should get going within the hour,â he states thoughtfully, grimacing apologetically when you give him sad eyes. You know it's not his fault, but youâre not the adult here, and the disappointment you feel canât help but twist your features.Â
He puts his hands on your shoulders, petting them with his thumbs. âI do feel better knowing Iâm not leaving you all alone in this big empty house.âÂ
You tense up, avoiding his gaze as you attempt to smile. Being left all alone with Eddie in the big empty house is precisely what is worrying you. Your dadâs constant presence alone is the thing that has prevented you from even being tempted into going any further than elongated stares and late night fantasies.Â
âIâve been alone in the house before,â you say, tilting your head. âYouâre about to be alone for the rest of the month.â That sentence just makes you feel sad.Â
He smirks, shaking his head playfully. âI meant at least if Iâm ditching you for work, then at least Iâm not leaving you all alone. I was trying to alleviate my own guilt.âÂ
âIâve already forgiven you, old man,â you tell him. âGo, rescue those poor investors from Warnerâs slippery hands.â
He pulls you in for a hug, his heartbeat familiar as he leans down to place a kiss on your forehead. Your head is swung back abruptly as he pushes on your shoulders, leaning in conspiratorially. âHey, there are worse people to leave you alone than the man that was once on a poster on your wall, hey?âÂ
That poster was stared down many times, finally taken down when you were about to move away, kept only because of the autograph in the bottom corner.
Regardless, your dad is having too much fun with this. You wonder who would have more fun if Eddie ends up bending you over the couch like you kept envisioning. Said rockstar currently bending over the couch to grab something jolted you back to the present.Â
âAnd who gave me that as a gift after introducing me to his music?â You shoot back, meeting those chocolate brown eyes across the living room.Â
âMy ears are burning,â Eddie grins, walking around the couch to plug in the amp.Â
âAre your keys burning, because I need a ride to the airport.â Steve interjects, smirking at your widened eyes.Â
Eddie sits on the couch, one foot resting on the coffee table as he starts playing his guitar absentmindedly. âI am your noble steed at your service, Harrington. Just tell me when.âÂ
Steve answers with something, probably somewhat sarcastic before climbing the stairs to finish packing. You probably wouldâve heard it if it werenât for how absentmindedly his fingers were moving, individually plucking the strings as his other hand shifts easily to each corresponding chord.Â
He is delicate with the instrument, expertly working her and zoned out as the guitarâs gentle tune fills the house. His many years spent playing is evident through how easy he plays the melody, getting lost in the song with his hands working idly. If it werenât for his eyes being shut for the whole time, you wouldâve probably pretended to go on your phone.Â
His effortlessness of plucking the strings sends a thrill down your spine, has your thighs squeezing tightly together as your mind starts to picture his fingers expertly working you apart.Â
âOw!âÂ
Eddieâs yelp snaps you out of it, making you jump as you hurriedly switch your glance back to your phone. He chuckles as he sucks his sore thumb, the very same one the guitar string snapped on. âSorry, did I scare ya?âÂ
âNo,â you answer, sounding not at all convincing to yourself. Eddie lifts his brow to you, his face comically twisted as he continues to tend to his wound. âOkay, maybe a little.âÂ
He chuckles, smirking as he adjusts the guitar on his lap again. âPoster in your room?âÂ
Fuck, you were hoping he didnât hear that, despite him being in earshot.Â
âWell it was signed and it just so happened to be one of my favorite albums.â Despite your nerves tickling the surface right under your skin, you do your best to seem unfazed by his magic fingers. Â
His brows furrow, delicately playing a soft rock melody. At least, you think it's soft rock. âWhich one?â
âHellâs Angels,â you answer candidly. You do like the songs of Freak! More, but you specifically requested a poster of Hellâs Angels because of the dark look in Eddieâs eye while heâs looking directly in the listener.Â
There may have been a night where you placed it perfectly on the wall so it appears heâs between your open legs to make it easier to picture him glancing up at you while heâ
He tilts his head dismissively lifting one side of his upper lift in a sneer. âNot my best. If I had to pick a favorite, and donât tell anyone I said this, itâd be Freak!âÂ
You blink in surprise, grinning to yourself as you listen to the gentle strum of his guitar.Â
âI do remember sending that poster off though, Steve never mentioned who it was for, I just figured It would earn him some serious brownie points for a girl he was chasing.â It feels so weird to hear about your dad dating, even after all these years.Â
âNope,â you shrug. âJust his favorite daughter.âÂ
âShit,â he laughs, a hiccup in his guitar play, âif you wanted an autograph you shouldâve just asked. Only takes me two seconds.â
Your mind buzzes with the offer, probably a throwaway comment of his, but just the offer alone is enough to send you almost on a mental spiral.Â
âAlright!â Steve saves you in the nick of time, running downstairs with a gray suitcase occasionally colliding every few steps or so. âLetâs go, Munson!âÂ
âOk,â Eddie sets the guitar aside and turns his amp off, a stripe of skin nearly irresistible as he stretches. Aware of the company in the living room, who actually paid no mind, you memorize the pattern of his delicious looking treasure trail. God what would it feel like to nuzzle into those pretty little hairs.Â
Youâre still gawking.Â
âDude, leather jacket with sweatpants?â Steve reprimands, one eyebrow tilted as he looks at Eddie perplexed.
You hate to say it but he really makes it work.Â
âWhat? Not like Iâm really going anywhere,â Eddie shrugs, patting his pockets for a double check he has everything.  Â
The former glances at you, pointing at his friend. âLook at this get-up.âÂ
You pretend as if you hadnât already, giving Eddie a one over. You take advantage of it, really taking your time. âIâll give him a break, he wears leather pants on stage in 100 degree heat,â you answer, crossing your arms. âJust this once though. Donât let us see you slacking again.â You were going to add a Munson at the end of it, but you figured itâd go too far.Â
A chorus of soft laughter from both of them fills the room. âYes ma'am,â he salutes, sending a jolt down your spine. Oh, thatâs something youâll need to dissectâŚeventually.Â
Two steps away from the door, your dad turns back towards you to initiate one last hug. You let out a hum of contentment, giggling as he tells you to take it easy on Eddie.Â
âSafe flight,â you wish him, one last squeeze until he reluctantly lets you go. âText me when you land.âÂ
Eddie appears with his hair in a low and loose bun, some curly strands framing his face. âAlright, Harrington. Get ready for your mid-life crisis.âÂ
The slick, low car that takes up one half of the driveway right next to your fatherâs Mercedes SUV stands out, probably one of the only flashy things he owns. (However, he also paid someone to drive up his van when he realized he still needed to move an old manâs house worth of clutter and valuables.)
As you watch the car drive to the end of the ridiculously long driveway, you canât help but feel like a decision has been made for you.Â
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood turn to one. There is no more coke or pepsi. The radio will only air one station.
Being alone with Eddie Munson suddenly feels like a temptation.Â
You just hope he has the good sense not to feel the same way.    Â
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Clueless | Eddie Munson x Reader
Summary: Eddieâs an idiot and canât pick up that youâve been flirting with him for monthsâŚso you take things a step further.
Cw: SMUT, dom/mean!eddie, name calling (whore/ slut)
4 months agoâŚ
Tonight you sat at the bar, your usual Saturday night hanging with your friends from school. There was live music and youâd been eying the lead singer for about three weeks. They played here every Saturday and tonight you brought your roommates Nancy and Robin to join you so they could finally see the mystery man youâve been going on and on about.
The three of you had been there for about twenty minutes before they took the stage.
âThey should be on any minute,â you say as you hear some of the people in the college car cheer. Your eyes instantly find the stage and your heart flutters. There he is, in all his glory.
You hear Robin's gaps and you look at her immediately.
âWhat is it Bin?â You ask
âNothing!â Nancy cut her off before she could talk. She gave Robin a subtle nudge and she caught on.â
âNothing-nothing I-uh swallowed the wrong wayâ she pretended to cough. What the hell is going on?
Youâd forgotten about how weird they were acting halfway through the set. You'd gotten up to dance and enjoy the music. You couldnât keep your eyes off of him. As the three of you got closer and closer to the stage it seemed like he couldnât stop starting in your direction. A bright smile spread across his face and you couldnât help but blush. Youâd hoped it was because of you. Youâd made eye contact and almost turned into a puddle.
After the set finished the three of you found an empty booth and took a break from dancing.
âSo what did you guys think?â You asked excitedly.
âThey were greatâ Robin smirked.
âYea usually not my kind of thing but I liked itâ Nancy giggled.
âOk, what is going on? Youâre acting weird?â You winced.
âShould we tell her?â Nancy looked at Robin.
âTell me what?â You asked.
They didnât get a chance to answer.
âBuckley! Wheeler!â You all turn to see the man of your dreams appearing at your booth.
Your eyes go wide when it finally hits you. They know him. This is amazing! They can introduce you!
You thought the night went as well as it could have. Eddie was glued to your side, he was the biggest flirt, and he gave you compliments about your hair and how you smelled really nice. You were touching his arm and giving sublet hints that you also found him really attractive. On top of that, the conversation was cheeky and fun, you never had an awkward moment where you felt like you needed to fill the silence. the conversation was great, he was really easy to talk to. So when you went home alone, you were beyond bummed.
Eddie and you were always gravitating towards one another whenever he would come over to visit with Robin and Nancy or when your roomies asked you to come to the bar with them to meet some friends from high school. You had become attached to one another very quickly.
One month agoâŚ
âEddie, can you help me with something? You called him over from in the kitchen.
âSure thing sweetheartâ he got up from the rest of the group and made his way to you. Your stomach flip-flopped any time he called you a cute pet name.
âHow can I be of your assistance?â He clasped his hands behind his back.
âI canât open itâ you pout pointing the lid of the pickle jar towards him.
You were making a charcuterie board. Did you really need help? Absolutely not. The jar had already been opened but any excuse to get Eddie near you you took.
âYou could have called any of the guys but you wanted me to help you with the pickles?â Eddie smirked. *pop* The jar opened with ease.
âWell yeahâ you took a step closer so you see in his space. âYouâre just so strong.â You graze your hand against his bare bicep before giving it a squeeze.
âYou have Steve the jock to call overâ he raised a brow. Is he being serious right now?
âwell...yeah. But Iâm sure all that strumming doesnât hurtâ You bit your lip as you tilted your head up at him.
âEh,â he shrugged his shoulders. Passing you back the jar.
âOh um, weâll⌠thanksâ You turn back to the wooden board feeling defeated as he went back to the rest of the group
3 weeks agoâŚ
* ring, ring, ring*
âHello?â
âHey Eddie, itâs meâ you smiled.
âSweetness, how are you?â He asked
âI want to have a movie night next Friday.â You just came out and said it. No more beating around the bush.
âIâm down, whatâs the genre we are thinking here?â He crossed his arms over his chest while the phone rested between his ear and shoulder.
âHmmm, I don't know. Horror?â You chide.
âI didnât think you liked them scaryâ he smirked.
âBut Iâll have you to protect meâ You throw him yet another bone.
âIâm sure you wonât need me with everyone there.â He shrugged.
âE-everyone?â You stutter.
âYea, who else is going?â He questioned.
Shit. You rolled your eyes and stomped your foot like a child.
âUh Iâm, not sure on the final numbers yet.â You strutted.
âNo worries Princess. Count me inâ You could hear the smile in his voice.
âSee you then Eddieâ you hung up with a defeated sigh. UGH
2 weeks agoâŚ
Movie night. You had the living room all set up, ready with drinks, snacks, pillows and blankets for everyone. The lot of you piled up in your small apartment, Robin Nancy, Steve, Jonathan, Argyle, and of course Eddie.
Ten minutes into watching the original Halloween movie you âshivered.â You were sat between Jonathan and Eddie.
âYou cold?" Jonathan asked pointing beside him.
âI am but Iâm sure Eddie wonât mind sharing with me?â He already had the blanket draped over his lap.
âHmm?â Eddie hummed.
âMind sharing some blanket Iâm a bit chilly.â You scoot a little closer towards him.
âOh uh yea sureâ he draped the blanket over your lap while his eyes never left the screen. Fully immersed in the story.
âThanks Eddie.â You placed a hand on his upper thigh.
Eddie didnât bay an eye. He just continued to keep his eyes on the screen.
As the movie progressed you genuinely were getting scared. Micheal Myers had jump-scared you one too many times. It was about the fifth one by the time you grabbed onto Eddieâs arm. Eddie just smirked down at you as you covered your eyes into his shoulder.
However, Eddie sat there like a statue, unfazed by your advances. Eddie never seemed to be bothered by them, but he also wasnât picking up what you were putting down.
Halfway through the third movie, you'd given up. He didn't put his arm around you, he didn't ask if you wanted to be protected. And He never reacted to your hand placed on his upper thigh. All of your moves were useless, and you hoped you didn't make a fool out of yourself in front of your new group of friends.
1 week agoâŚ
Nancy and Robin started to gush about how cute the two of you would be together and it was only making you grow more impatient that he wasnât making a move.
âAm I just not pretty?â You bit your cuticle. You were sat with your two roommates in your shared living room having a relaxing evening in.
âWhat are you talking about?â Nancy quipped.
âNot true, trust me, babes, youâre a smoke show, trust me I'm a lesbian.â Robin pipped up making you laugh.
"What brought this on?"Nancy looked at you with concern in her eyes.
"Iâve been throwing myself at Eddie for months! And he hasnât once tried to make a move?â You admitted.
âHeâs so dumbâ Nancy said under her breath.
"I'm sure Jonathan thinks I'm pathetic. He had to suffer through my attempts during our movie night, which by the way was supposed to be just Eddie and I but he had to ask about who else was coming and I panicked!" You burry your head in your hands.
"Want me to knock some sense into him?" Robin asked.
"God no! That's the last thing I need" You shook your head. "He probably is just trying to avoid hurting my feelings... maybe he doesn't know how to turn me down so he's pretending like it isn't happening." You thought out loud.
"Nu-uh I know for a fact tha-OW" Robin looked at Nancy after feeling her kick her under the table.
"What Robin is trying to say, is that you and Eddie are perfect for one another, trust us. He will eventually see. Sometimes you have to be literal with him.
What were they not telling you?
âI donât knowâŚhas he ever said anything about me to you guys?." you fiddled with your cup.
You look up to see Robin and Nancy give a knowing look to one another. They werenât telling you something. They were not being subtle.
"Believe me, you don't want to give up yet." Robin reassured.
"Ohhhh kay," you sighed and changed the subject.
Today
You were so nervous but excited. Eddie has finally asked you to hang out one-on-one. You'd thought maybe this was it, the line would be crossed, and the initial step over the hump would be taken. You were so hopeful and you repeated Robin's words over and over again in your head. You don't want to give up yet.
Before arriving you had prepared yourself. You did everything from shaving to picking out a matching bra and pantie set. You had spraying yourself with the same perfume he'd complimented you on the first night you officially met. You did your hair and makeup, and don't even get started on how long it took to choose the perfect outfit that was cute enough to look like you weren't trying too hard but looked amazing in non the less.
You knocked on the apartment door that read 416. You could hear the eager padding of Eddie making his way to the door. He opned it with a swoosh and his hair blew back like he was n a goddamn shampoo commercial.
"Hey Princess, come on in make yourself at home." He greeted you with a warm hug. As he let go he scanned you up and down. You didnât miss the way his eyes lingered on your chest. Youâd picked a v neck top that extenuated your tits, even if it was just a t shirt.
âSo what did you wanna do?â He asked as you examined his place. It was exactly what youâd imagine. Very boy, a bit cluttered but not dirty. It smelled fresh like he just put in a load of laundry.
âWould you teach me some guitar? If you donât mind, Iâve always wanted to learn.â You smirk.
âYou sure you want me as a teacher?â He tilts his head.
âWell why not have the best?â You flirt.
âCome on my guitar is in my roomâ he took your hand a lead you down the hall. Bingo
You walked into Eddieâs room and he lead you to sit in the edge of his bed.
âOk sweetheart, first thing you need to know are the chordsâ he picked up his acoustic and handed it to you.
He sat beside you and proceeded to instruct you on where to place your fingers. Your hands not use to the awkward positions they kept a slipping away.
He placed each of his thighs on the sides of yours so you were sat right between his lap. His broad chest was pressed up to you.
âHere like thisâ Eddie scooted closer so he could help you place your hands in the correct position. You could feel his body heat radiating off of him as he placed his hand on yours. You swore you felt a jolt go through your body when he touched your skin.
âThatâs better.â He whispered and your body broke out in a shiver as his breath cascaded down the side your neck.
âI think Iâm getting the hang of it?â You look back at Eddie. He was so close your noses almost brushed. You could see his cheeks flair up into the pretties shade of pink youâve ever seen.
âYeaâŚ.â He was so close he just needed to close the gap! This was it, this was the moment. He just needs to lean in andâŚ.
âHere letâs try a few together now.â He moved your strumming arm to around the front of the guitar.
You were screaming at him him your head! The opportunity to kiss you was right there! Why didnât he make a move?! Better yet why didnât you? You cursed yourself for not being the one to lean in.
As you shake yourself out of your thoughts you feel his large hands move yours so you played a few notes in a row.
âVery good sunshineâ he smirked. Those butterflies were back fluttering in your stomach.
You leaned back into Eddieâs chest with a hum. You felt his whole body on your back. His broad shoulders, his chest, his soft tummy and his hard crotchâŚ
Your eyes blew wide open at the realization that Eddie was hard.
Eddie jerked back âI ugh, excuse me I just uh need to use the bathroom.â He mumbled before jumping off the bed like a bat out of hell.
You couldnât believe it! So he was attracted to youâŚmore than attracted at what you had felt. So why on earth did he run away?!
It has been a few minutes since Eddie left the bedroom and he still wasnât back. Was he jerking off? It was he just waiting for it to go down?
You assumed it was the latter because in the middle of your internal monologue he walked back in.
âSorry bout that, where were we?â He rounded the corner
âI think right about hereâ you hooked your thumbs under the hem of your shirt and swiftly pulled up your shirt, bra included and flashed your bare chest.
You didnât think Eddieâs beautiful brown eyes couldnât get any bugged but the sure did.
âSweetheart, what uh-â
âCome on Eddie, donât be shyâ God he was so nervous it was adorable.
âPrincess I-uh? you sure?â
âOf course Iâm sure. You can touch them if you want.â You bite your lip.
Eddie doesnât waist a second and rushed back towards the bed.
âHoly shitâ he whispered to himself while cupping a breast in each hand. Eyes never leaving your chest.
You can only giggle at his reaction. He looked up to see the smile that broke on your face and couldnât resist but to kiss you.
The moment his lips met yours it was like everything finally fell into place.
âFuck you haven no idea what you do to meâ Eddie gently pushed you down so you were on your back and inserted himself between your legs. he helped you take off your top and bra.
As his handâs massaged your breasts you couldnât help but moan into his mouth.
âYa baby?â He ground his hips into your clothed centre.
âI want you Eddie.â You moaned
âIs that right?â Eddie asked cocking his head to look down at you.
You nod your head frivolously.
âYou so desperate for this cock that you had to expose yourself to me like a little slut, is that it?â he growled in your ear.
This was not what you were expecting Eddie to be like in bed⌠well actually it was, before youâd met him. The rockstar version youâd seen on the bar stage 6 months ago. Youâd expected him to be like this, but not your Eddie you know now. You imagined the Eddie you know now to be soft and gentle.
âShitâ you sigh as he bit down on the side of your neck.
âMmmm you like that donât you? You like being a whore for me?â Eddie slid down to latch his mouth on your nipple before flipping the two of you over.
âYou want me so bad? Prove it.â he started unbuttoning his pants.
Your mouth watered at the sight of him when his cock was released from the confines of his underwear.
Eddie was big. You knew that when you felt his cock pressed against your lower back. But feeling it was much different than seeing it.
âComâon babydollâ Eddie stroked your hair as you lowered your head to the tip of his cock. He let out a grunt when you gave it a chaste kiss.
âDonât be a teaseâ he chuckled.
You engulfed him entirely running your lips to the base, the tip hitting the back of your throat. You dragged your head back up to the tip then fully down again.
âFuck youâre taking me so wellâ he gripped your hair
You pop him out of your mouth and stroked his length with your hand.
âYou like that Eddie? You like me being your dirty whore?â You say as you pump him in your hand.
âFuck baby youâre filthyâ he breaths.
You crawl up to kiss him as your hand still works him. His lips are so soft, and so gentle compared to the words that have been coming out of his mouth.
âGotta fuck you.â He pulls away and pushes you back on your back and in one swift motion, Eddie pulls down your pants and underwear. âSheâs already ready for meâ he leaned down and licked you from your glistening hole to your clit in one agonizingly slow swipe.
âMmmmph Eddie pleaseâ you ground your hips up for any sense of relief.
âPatients darlinâ â he smirked before sucking on your clit.
âNo, Iâve waited long enough, fuck me now.â You demanded.
âYes maâamâ he didnât even hesitate. His cock plunged into you. You let out a moan of pleasure as he stretched you out.
âFuck youâre so bigâ you praise as he pulled almost all the way out
âYou can take itâ he slammed his hips back into you.
Eddie was relentless, he abused you cunt with no second thought to it.
âFuckin should had this pussy weeks agoâ he gritted through his teeth.
âYou could have if you werenât so-FUCK ME!âyou cried.
Eddie didnât let up, the way he was pounding your pussy was like heaven in earth. He slid his hand between your two bodies to massage your clit. It took him no time to find.
âUuuuhhhhhnnâ You called out in pleasure.
âWhat was that baby? I could have had you weeks ago? I bet I could have you little slut but I was waiting for the perfect momentâ Eddie panted.
âYes yes yes yesâ you chanted. Yes to him and yes to the feeling of him hitting your g spot with each trust. Your orgasms was building and building.
âYou gunna cum on this cock? Hmmmâ he mocked.
âFuck yes! Please I wanna cum so bad. Please. Fuck me Eddie, fuck me so goodâ you cried.
âCome for me baby girlâ he cooed, still massaging your clit.
âEddie!â You called as your orgasm took over your whole body. Waves of euphoria pluses through you.
âGood girlâ Eddie praised and you shook below him. You cunt tightening around his cock was enough to throw him over the edge, cum spilling into you. Eddie rolled off you and layes down beside you.
A few moments of silence passed before you spoke up.
âSo didnât you know I was flirting with you this whole time or?â You looked over at him
âPffft of course I didâ he looked up at the ceiling.
You raised a brow at him. Even if he couldnât see you Eddie could feel your eyes burning into him.
âSure you didâ you scoff with a laugh.
âDonât make me come back over thereâ he threatened.
âOoooo Iâm so scaredâ you roll over and laugh into his cheek.
âGet over hereâ he pinned you down to the mattress.
Safe to say he definitely showed you two more times that night.
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Wow...I have been sitting and working on this draft for MONTHS. I'm so fucking excited that now it's yours to have. I had this idea back in January and I truly think it's a work of art. I'm excited to share it with you all and I truly hope you enjoy it and love it! I had a blast with this idea, and if you loved it let me know! I'd love to continue this relationship in other requests and parts. I love this dynamic đŤśđť
Buckle up! We've got a slow burn, tooth rotting fluff, and steamy smut.
â ď¸SMUT ( no protection, oral, fingering, missionary sex, cock bulge in stomach, edging and I think that's it? ) Age gap but reader is in 20s
Happy again because of you
Older rockstar Eddie x nanny female reader
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Eddie has grown used to the rockstar life, the constant shows, the tours, and many sleepless nights. He also grew used to his marriage. The love was gone, filled with hatred and annoyance. He doesn't remember the last time they had a conversation, it was all fights and silence. One thing he would always be happy about and never outgrown was his children. He loved being a dad more than he loved being a rockstar. His two sons and daughter were the light of his life.
Y/N had been the Munson's nanny for two years. She was twenty-one and needed a job, it paid very well. Over the past two years, she grew very close to the kids. Brex and Nate were twin boys, standing tall at the age of ten, they were wild and a lot like Eddie. Paisley was five and glued to Y/N's side.
Over the years, she watched Eddie and his wife, Mandy go at each other's throats. They fought a lot and Y/N tried to keep the kids away from it. She was a full-day nanny, with the kids the second they woke up and until they went to bed. She didn't have a family and wasn't social enough for a social life. So the Munson family became her favorite people to be around.... except Mandy.
Mandy didn't like Y/N around but also didn't want to be a parent to her kids. Mandy hated how Eddie got along with Y/N so well. She didn't like how they looked at each other and how much they talked. She couldn't help but notice the spark between them and how much it grew the more they were together.
Y/N couldn't ignore how attracted she was to Eddie. He gave the older rockstar dad a whole sexy alter ego. She tried to push down her feelings when the kids raced to the front door to see him, or when he thanked her for making dinner with a touch to her hand. She tried to ignore the tightness of her thighs when he'd get so passionate about something and he'd talk with his whole body. She loved listening to his soothing voice.
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It took briefly two more years before the divorce was finalized. Eddie kept the house, as he was in the main income for it. The boys were twelve and Paisley was seven. Brex and Nate grew more independent and spent time in their rooms. Paisley still adored Y/N and followed her everywhere.
Even though Mandy hired Y/N, she didn't want her service after the divorce. Y/N didn't want to lose her job which provided her with great benefits, so she begged Eddie to let her stay. Eddie agreed because he barely knew how to be a parent. He spent so much time on the road that he wasn't sure what to do.
With Mandy gone and Eddie single, Y/N wanted to make her move. She wasn't sure how fast Eddie could or planned to move on, but she'd hate herself if she had to watch him with another woman again. She didn't want to be aggressive with her moves or creep him out. She had to be smart and read his reactions before it cost her the job.
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Eddie groaned in the mirror as he tried to fix his tie. He stood in a black suit with nice shoes. He had to attend an award ceremony, and he hated them. He didn't like to dress up and he didn't know how.
"Need a hand?" Eddie jumped and turned to see Y/N leaning against the door.
"You'd think after years of award ceremonies, that I would know how to work a tie." Eddie chuckled, Y/N laughed with him and walked up to him.
She fixed his collar and positioned his tie. She had never been this close to his face before, breathing in the air he let out. His breath smelled of beer and gum, and his body smelled of whisky cologne. Black eyeliner along his eyes. She wanted to purr at the sight of him. How Mandy messed up this badly was unknown to her.
"It's crazy that you've done this for years because you still look so young," Y/N said, purposely taking her time with the tie. "If you look this attractive at forty-five, I can't help but imagine you at the start of your career."
Eddie blinked several times. He tried to understand why Y/N's voice was slow and deep. She had never spoken so seductively towards him before. He slightly coughed, he was probably imagining things.
"Um well, same hair, so many crop tops with ripped jeans. The crop tops were not the look for me." Eddie laughed as he thought back to it. Y/N smiled at the sparkle in his eyes as he talked about his life.
"Well, rockstar. You are all set," Y/N said, smoothing his jacket down his chest. "For the record, I'd kill to be a fangirl seeing Eddie Munson in a crop top." Eddie felt like the tie got tighter around his throat as she walked out.
Did she just flirt with him?
~
"How was your day?" Eddie asked, he always made conversation during dinner when it was just the two of them. The boys liked to eat in the living room with the TV, and Paisley wanted to eat with her dolls.
Y/N wasn't mad about the alone time she got, and it gave her the excuse to sit close.
"Good. My friend called and ranted about this older guy she is seeing." Y/N said.
"How old?" Eddie asked as he sipped on his beer.
"I think in his fifties." Y/N shrugged, but Eddie choked on his drink.
"Why the hell would a young girl date someone that much older?" Eddie questioned.
"Sometimes the older ones have this sort of attraction young guys don't," Y/N said, lifting her foot slightly to rub against Eddie's leg. She placed her head on her palm and turned her head as she looked at him.
Eddie stiffened as he felt her foot run up and down his leg. She has to be hitting on him right?
"Do you believe that?" Eddie choked out. Was it inappropriate to ask that? Why did he hope she'd say yes.
"I do, but only with one man in mind." She said, her fingers moved forward to his hand. But then they were interrupted.
"Y/N! I SPILLED ON LUCY."
Eddie jumped back. He could feel his palms sweating and his throat getting dry. But Y/N seemed cool and collected.
"My boss calls," Y/N joked as she stood up and walked out.
Eddie couldn't help but feel like the air got colder as she walked away. He never once thought of Y/N as more than his kid's nanny. But something in the air shifted and he didn't know what it was.
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Eddie tried not to think too much about the interaction with Y/N. He didn't want to read the situation wrong, but he swore it felt like she was flirting.
"PAISLEY! LET'S GO." Eddie yelled as he pushed Brex and Nate out the front door.
"SHE' S COMING!" Y/N yelled, Paisley smacked her lips to mix her lip gloss.
"You ready to go dance?" Y/N asked as she held the small girl's hand. Together they walked down the stairs. Eddie smiled as his little girl walked down the stairs in her ballerina costume. He also couldn't help but admire how gorgeous Y/N looked in her black dress.
"Wow you look incredible," Eddie said in awe as he shamelessly looked Y/N up and down.
"Thank you, Daddy!" Paisley smiled as she let go of Y/N's hand to run to him.
Eddie blushed as he leaned down to pick her up. "You're welcome, sunshine. Ready to go to your performance?"
"Yes!" she squealed, Eddie set her back on the floor and she raced to the car.
Eddie coughed as he walked outside, he held the door open as Y/N passed through. His back was to her as he locked the door. He felt her hand on his shoulder and he felt his palms sweat. He turned the key as she leaned and whispered in his ear.
"Thank you for the compliment, Daddy,"
Eddie felt himself twitch in his dress pants as he heard her heels walk off.
He shifted himself before he walked to the car.
~~~
The sun was hot and the absence of wind made everyone on edge. The kids spent all morning screaming at each other. Sometimes when Eddie was away, the kids liked to act up more than usual.
Y/N called for a pool day, and the kids raced to change. She grabbed her bag and dug out her swimsuit, full body coverage since she was around children. But it still flattered her body in a way that made the backyard neighbors stare.
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Eddie groaned as the heat smacked his face as he got out of the car. His suit stuck to him in the worst ways, he hated that he had a meeting on the hottest day of the year.
He walked into an empty house but could hear screams and splashes. He took off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves. His fancy shoes echoed against the marble floors as he walked outside.
"DADDY'S HOME!" Paisley cheered
The boys were tossing a football and lost in their world on the other side of the yard.
Y/N chilled in the deep end and swam over to where Eddie stood. She put her hand over her eyes as she looked up, Eddie blocked most of the sun.
She bit her lip as she looked at him. His rolled-up sleeves and expensive watch, with his dress pants.
"Come swim with us, daddy!" Paisley smiled as she swam along the edge of the pool. She plugged her nose and swam under the water.
Eddie smiled back but didn't say anything.
"Yeah, Daddy," Y/N said, her hand slowly running up his leg, "Come swim with us."
Eddie watched as Y/N smirked, her hand rubbing his leg up and down then she gave a soft tug on his pants.
Eddie knew for sure he had to be hitting on him, then. The smirk, the confidence, and the seductive voice. She was doing it all on purpose. And Eddie found himself loving it.
"I gotta go change." Eddie winked, then shoved his hands in his pockets as he turned to walk back into the house.
Y/N watched him leave with a pleased smile.
~~~
Eddie was in the studio with the band, but his head was thinking about Y/N. Thinking about her at the kitchen table, her wearing that dress and whispering in his ear, and her wet swimsuit that clung to every curve she had.
"Dude! You messed up again. What's going on? Women trouble with Mandy?" Gareth asked, he was slightly joking but he knew Eddie's ex was exhausting.
"Well...not exactly Mandy." Eddie sighed. "I think the nanny is hitting on me." He put down his guitar and sat on the big couch.
His band took a break and sat with him.
"Why would that be a bad thing?" Tommy asked
"Why would it be a good thing?" Eddie deflected
"Because she's smoking hot!" Gareth laughed. "I've had a thing for her since she started bringing you lunch."
Eddie felt his jaw clench as he looked over at Gareth. A feeling of anger rushed over his body.
"Facts. I mean the girl is in her twenties, you know that's a wild night." Keith laughed as he nudged Eddie's arm.
"Can you stop talking about her like she's a piece of meat?" Eddie snapped, standing on his feet.
"Ooo someone's getting jealous." Gareth teased
"I'm not jealous!" Eddie fired back
"Really? So, since she seems to be into older guys, mind passing along her number?" Keith smirked. The whole band knew Eddie was jealous and that Y/N wasn't the only one pining.
"Yes, I will, because I'm not jealous. Nor am I interested." Eddie scoffed.
"Oh come on. You are going to tell us that you don't have a thing for her? She's throwing herself at you and you keep dodging it? Why?" Gareth pushed. As Eddie's best friend he always knew Eddie more than he knew himself.
"She's my employee, it's wrong," Eddie argued
"It's not. You are single, she's single. She's of age and can make her own decisions. If she wants you, go for it. You were stuck in a shitty marriage, allow yourself to feel good and have fun."
"Mandy would be pissed." Eddie groaned.
"Yeah well you ain't married anymore, not your problem how she feels," Gareth said.
"Doesn't matter because you aren't interested, remember?" Keith added in
"Shut up," Eddie said as he smacked Keith's arm.
It seemed Eddie had a lot to think about.
~
Eddie felt his heart race out of his chest as he pulled into the driveway. Was he more interested in Y/N than he thought? Was he jealous? He knew for sure that he'd kill any of his friends if they made a move on her.
Was that jealousy?
He walked into the house and Y/N greeted him from her spot on the couch
"How was the studio?" she asked as she got up. She folded the blanket she used.
"I need to talk to you," Y/N froze and looked at Eddie worried
"Everything alright?" she asked
Eddie nodded and walked towards her. She stayed in place as he stood across from her.
"Have you been hitting on me?" He asked, he pushed his hands into his pockets and turned his head to the side, almost mocking her with the question.
Y/N felt very nervous and felt less happy with her recent comments. "Um...uh." she stuttered, she couldn't look at him.
"Don't be nervous, pretty girl. Just want to see if I read your signals right before I ask something." He said, gently rubbing his finger across her cheek.
"Ask me what?" she asked, moving into his hand on her cheek
"Can I take you out on a date? This weekend while Mandy has the kids. No work or anything. Just us two and a nice dinner."
"I'd like that," she said as she smiled
~~~
Y/N had never felt so nervous to pull up to Eddie's house. She took a deep breath as she drove through the opening gate.
She wasn't sure what to wear to a nice dinner so she grabbed the same dress that made Eddie stare all night during Paisley's recital. She dressed it up with different jewelry and shoes. Hair and makeup are slightly done.
She was so excited but so anxious. What if she totally screwed this up? He's been on thousands of dates. He's a rockstar, not like he had to impress her. She had to leave the lasting impression and she was worried she wouldn't be able to.
Then she couldn't help but think of Mandy. She knew Eddie didn't love any part of her anymore, but Y/N was the girl after the ex-wife. What if that didn't mean anything? What if it was a rebound?
"There she is," Eddie smiled as he opened the door. She didn't even have to knock, almost like he was waiting right at the door.
She immediately blushed as he handed over a bouquet of red roses.
"Didn't mean to keep you waiting," she said nervously, she grabbed the flowers, loving the way he didn't pull his hand away as their fingers touched.
"No worries at all. I was ready an hour early. First date nerves, I think." He chuckled.
"You are nervous? Why? I'm the one going on a date with a rockstar." She laughed. Some of her nerves were already washing away. She guessed she had forgotten how comfortable she always was around him.
"Because I'm going on a date with a beautiful woman and I have to make sure I don't scare her off." Eddie laughed.
The two smiled like idiots as they stared at each other.
Then a long honk jumped them into reality.
"I guess Mr. Rem is ready to leave." Eddie chuckled, and Y/N laughed with him. Eddie grabbed her hand and gently walked her out the door. He locked it behind him, lacing their fingers again as they walked to the big black SUV.
"Oooo a driver. Definitely the most impressive date I've had." She teased, Eddie blushed and held the back door open for her.
"A girl like you deserves to arrive in style."
But Eddie didn't get the car for that reason...he had some different ideas running through his head when he ordered it.
She settled inside and saw that the driver was blocked off. They truly had the backseats all to themselves. The thought caused her thighs to clench.
Eddie slid in next to her, he knocked twice on the window to the driver and the engine roared to life.
~
It didn't take long to arrive at the restaurant. The beautiful patio lights lit up the outside. His hand was in hers as they walked through the huge crowd. Cameras flashed everywhere but she was so focused on Eddie.
She couldn't believe she was here, on a date with her boss crush.
They made it to their table. The inside was just as gorgeous as the outside. A private booth for them in the back.
Champagne on the table on a bucket of ice. He had everything prepared and she truly felt special by it all.
There was no awkwardness. Their conversations flowed perfectly as they finally got to talk about themselves. No talk about the kids or his ex. Just a night focused on them getting to know each other.
A few drinks in and she started to feel herself getting warm the longer she looked at him. He had his dress sleeves rolled up and his arms crossed. His biceps practically beg the shirt to tear in half so the muscle could breathe. His expensive watch shined underneath the dim light.
He was telling a story, she felt guilty for not listening as her leg began to move. Her heels touched his foot as she slowly slid it up his shin.
He made a sound, then played it off as a cough as he continued to tell the story.
But the story got harder to remember the more she slid up his leg. He took a sigh of relief when she removed her leg.
His head was straight again as he went back to the story. His moment of relief ended quickly when this time he felt her bare foot working its way up his thigh.
He coughed harder, needing a sip of water as she watched him amused.
He never had a girl make her moves on him. He loved that she wasn't shy to show how bad she wanted him.
He thanked himself for choosing a dark restaurant and tables that made the couple sit intensely close.
He stuttered over his story as she landed her heel on his covered cock. She smirked as she felt the hardness underneath. She pressed down lightly, adding pressure.
He whimpered behind his glass of champagne. Swallowing the liquid with his remaining moans.
"Anything else for you two tonight?" The waiter asked, before a single second passed, Eddie was already answering.
"CHECK, the check please."
Y/N laughed behind her hand as the waiter walked off.
Eddie smirked and ran his hand underneath the table. His soft hand landed on her foot as he slid his hand up and down her shin.
His touch set electricity through her body.
~
They rushed into the car, the second the door was slammed shut, she was on Eddie's lap.
The two messily made out as the car began to pull off.
They weren't in sync, both hungrily touching each other anywhere. Her hands were all in different directions as their tongues worked together.
His hands slipped under her ass, pushing up her dress. Her underwear-covered cunt was pulsing on top of him. He could feel her heat and wetness against his dark jeans.
She spent months teasing him, and he was ready to get her back.
He softly picked her up, slamming her down on his thigh. She dropped her head back as he used his hands to move her hips. The rough material of his jeans caused her underwear to stick against her cunt. He moved her back and forth, controlling just how much she could move on his thigh.
His lips were on her neck as she yanked on his hair.
She humped his thigh in bliss. The windows steamed as she panted. His teeth and tongue were on her neck, creating a trail of marks down her exposed chest. The dress was high on her hips as she rubbed herself faster against his thigh.
"Feels good, huh? All those little games," he whispered, his hot breath fanning her ear, "just waiting to get in this exact spot. To be rubbing yourself against me, feeling that orgasm building inside that sweet little stomach. I bet I could fuck you so deep we'd see me inside of you."
She melted at his words. Yanking harder at his hair she picked up her pace.
"Now who's in control?" He challenged, his tongue licked the outside of her ear before he moved back down to her lips.
She whimpered as his tongue swallowed her moans. Her hands came down to slam on his chest as she felt herself getting close.
"Gonna," she breathed out, her eyes closed with bliss, pushing and pushing to feel the orgasm hit her like a truck.
But all she heard was a deep chuckle and the feeling of his hands picking her up from his thigh. He grabbed her left leg and positioned her to straddle his lap.
Her cunt pulsed around nothing as her clit burned with no relief.
She looked down at him, disappointment all in her eyes as she pouted at him.
"Oh, I'm sorry, pretty thing. Did you think I was going to let you cum that easy?"
She felt like she could cum from the dark look in his eyes, the glimmer of control shined. His lips turned up into a cocky smirk and she wanted his lips against her cunt more than ever.
"You've got such a long night ahead of you," he said as the car came to a stop.
She fought to catch her breath as he softly pushed her to the seat next to him. She watched as he palmed himself over his jeans before he opened the door. He reached in for her hand, kissing the skin before he helped her out of the car.
She stumbled, the orgasm still on edge between her legs.
Eddie chucked darkly as his hand landed on her ass, walking her to the house.
She wanted to thank the driver but she needed Eddie inside that house.
The second they made it inside, she jumped into his arms. He caught her and slammed her against the closed door. He took a little mercy for himself, allowing himself to rock his hips against hers. The small friction on his cock made him moan, biting her lip.
"Bedroom?" she gasped as she pulled away.
Eddie nodded, out of breath as he softly landed her on her feet. Her knees were weak. "Race you there," Eddie challenged, his laugh in her ear as he took off up the stairs.
She laughed and raced up after him. There was no way she was going to beat him, but instead of admitting defeat, she cheated.
"Ow!" She whimpered, pretending she hurt her ankle as she leaned down to hold it. Eddie froze and turned around. A worried look on his face as he raced back to her. They were at the top of the stairs, his bedroom a straight shot.
"Shit, are you okay? I forgot how much we had to drink." Eddie said, his hand softly rubbing her ankle. He got down on his knees.
"Yes it's just," she trailed off as she pushed her hands against his shoulders, giggling as he landed on his ass. His shocked face as she stood up and raced to the bedroom.
She made it to the bed, Eddie right on her heels. He grabbed her waist and dove them both on his bed. She laughed as he landed on top of her, his arm next to her head as he held his body up.
He laughed with her, he cupped her jaw as he took in the sight of her. Their laughs grew quiet as they stared into each other's eyes.
"What?" she whispered, her eyes dancing between his
"I was always scared I'd never feel happy with someone again. And you are just everything I've always wanted," he whispered. Her heart raced underneath him. She looked up at him with adoration and love.
She didn't have the words to say, so she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down. He smiled as his lips met hers.
They shared a soft kiss, passionate and sweet. Eddie pulled away and softly kissed down her neck. She hummed in delight as he kissed down her chest, his mature hands pushed up her dress, her stomach bare.
She moaned as he sucked marks on her stomach, he kissed her everywhere. She wiggled in anticipation as his mouth moved near her cunt. He softly kissed her clit over her underwear, loving the way her thighs clamped around his head.
"Patience, darling," he whispered, he reached his left hand up her stomach. He made his way to her chest, easily exposing her breasts from the dress as his mouth continued to kiss her cunt.
She nodded and bit her lip. His left hand played with her chest and nipples as his tongue moved to the inside of her thighs. Her breathing picked up and he could feel the heavy breaths from her stomach against his arm.
"Please, off," she whined, she pushed up her hips. Eddie got the hint and was happy to obey. He kept his left hand busy with her chest, using his right hand and teeth to pull the underwear off her body.
She wished her eyes didn't close with pleasure, she wanted to watch his every move. The sight of his head between her legs was a dream she had way too many times.
"Fuck you look so pretty down there," she praised, a smile on her face as she saw a red blush cover Eddie's cheeks. She wasn't sure why she had such an effect on him, but she loved having him wrapped around her finger.
He was too shy to answer. Busying his lips with something else than talking. His tongue licked up between her folds, he did it over and over. Her hands dove into his hair, she wasn't sure how close he could be but she kept shoving and shoving.
He didn't mind. He loved how badly she wanted this. She locked her ankles behind his head, crying out as his mouth latched on her clit. He softly sucked her clit, humming at the sweet taste of her. He imagined being between these legs so many times, and he wanted to savor every second.
She gasped and moaned, his tongue pushed inside of her, he flicked his tongue up and down, his nose rubbing against her clit. She arched her back, her hips pushed against his face as she began to ride his tongue. He took his left hand and shoved her down. His arm was on her stomach as he pushed her body down. She loved that with one arm, he could snap her hips against the matress.
She tried to listen, she tried to keep her hips down as he ate her out. He removed his tongue, replacing it with his fingers. She whimpered as she finally clenched around something. She was so tight he struggled to slip in and out of her, but he made it work. He forced her cunt to take his three fingers as his tongue worked on her clit.
That same feeling was bubbling in her stomach.
"Please, Eddie, please," she begged
"Dammit," she whined as he pulled back, he slowed down his fingers. Slowly slipping out of her as he pecked her clit one last time. She never had someone eat her out the way he did, or touch her. She couldn't help but not understand how Mandy let him go, but she was glad she did. Because that's what led Eddie to be in between her legs.
"Oh so close, huh?" Eddie mocked, he looked down at her as he stepped off the bed.
"Yes," she whimpered. She watched with hunger as he unbuttoned his shirt. He was teasing her and she could see how much he loved it. His fingers slowly worked through the buttons. His hairy chest and tatted torso came into view. She leaned on her elbows as the shirt fell to the floor. She took in his naked chest, loving the paste of his skin.
She settled on her knees and slowly moved to the edge of the bed. He stood watching as she crawled towards him. Her eyes begged as her hands scraped down his chest and landed on the top of his jeans. His boxers strap poking out, her fingers slid underneath it.
Eddie looked down at her, he traced her cheekbones as he smiled. She took it as a yes, her hands quickly unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. He helped her, stepping out of the jeans. He leaned down and pecked her lips. He smiled as her eager hands palmed him over his boxers.
It was clear what she wanted.
He stepped back, taking off his boxers, shoes, and socks. He was bare, and she sat in heels and a pushed-up dress. He didn't like that.
He easily tore off the dress, the seems ripping as the material shredded underneath his hands. She moaned at the sound, loving the way he tossed the dress to the side.
"Leave the heels on," he said, she nodded. She felt shy as he took in her naked body, ranking his eyes up and down. She could see his cock twitch and it made her crave him even more.
She was done waiting. She waited years to have him this way. She spread open her legs, she sucked on her fingers then trailed them down her body. She spread open her folds, inviting him.
He crawled back on the bed, using his hands to push her legs even further apart. He held his cock, teasing her clit as he rubbed his tip up and down against her cunt.
He slowly pushed his tip inside of her, and both moaned in bliss. They finally felt what they had been working for. Eddie rested his body on top of her, using his right hand to hold her hip as he pushed himself further inside of her.
"Fuck you're so big," she whimpered, she never felt herself get so stretched open.
"You can take it," he said softly, his soft lips kissing all over her face. He kept pushing himself, her cunt kept pushing him out but he kept pushing in.
"Y/N" he moaned, loudly. She loved hearing the sound of her name slipping from his lips. He sat fully inside of her, waiting to move as she adjusted.
She had tears in her eyes as it burned.
"Shh, I know, I know. But you are doing so well." he praised, his lips softly pressed against hers. She took a few deep breaths and calmed herself down.
She nodded, telling him to move.
He watched her closely as he pulled himself almost completely out of her, then pushed right back in. She moaned as he did it a few times, keeping a slow pace.
She clawed down his back, her nails breaking the skin. He arched his back as he felt the sting, causing his cock to fully push inside of her. Just like he said, he could see a bump in her stomach.
He softly grabbed her hand from his back, placed it on her stomach, and pulled out.
"Keep your hand right there," he said
She nodded, her left hand on her stomach and her right held on to his neck, her nails digging into the skin.
All of a sudden, he snapped his hips forward, his cock instantly filling her whole. She felt something hit her hand, she looked down as Eddie began to thrust. She could see a bump forming then leaving, then coming back. It matched the rhythm of his hips.
She moaned when she realized it was his cock. She could actually see it inside of her.
He picked up his pace as he felt a burn in his stomach. He edged her, but he had been doing it to himself. He needed that release. He fucked inside of her, fast. She felt like she needed to hold on to his shoulders by how fast he fucked her.
She clenched the sheets beneath her as her cunt took it all. She knew she'd be bruised tomorrow and it was so worth it.
His left hand found hers on the sheets, and he laced his hand with hers. She squeezed his hand and he squeezed it twice back.
His right hand went between their bodies and found her clit. And just like the two times before, that feeling settled in her stomach.
She sobbed as she begged. Tears flying down her cheeks as she clenched around his hand and cock.
"I got you," he cooed, he leaned down and placed his lips on hers. He moaned as he tasted her salty tears as they dripped down into the kiss.
Her mouth went slack against his mouth, and with no warning, she came all over his cock. His fingers messily rubbed her clit, and a rush of excitement filled him as her cunt squirted all over his body.
She cried, shook, and screamed as he fucked himself inside of her. She tried to smack his hand away from her clit, but he wanted to get every last drop of that squirt. She was sensitive but obedient to his touch.
The sight of her tears, bruised lips, and his dark pubs covered in her squirt pushed him over the edge.
"Fuck that's it, that's my good girl," he praised, his hands now on her hips, and fucked her as hard as he could. He moaned as he emptied himself inside her.
Her body went limp as he slid out of her. She collapsed into the matress. Her eyes were too heavy to stay open.
Eddie watched as his cum dripped out of her and onto the sheets.
"Looks like I'm gonna need new sheets," Eddie thought out loud. Y/N smiled with her eyes closed.
Eddie slipped away from her, walked to the connected bathroom, and got a warm rag.
He walked back to her, her tired eyes watching him as he cleaned her up. She flinched as the warm rag touched her cunt. Eddie softly cleaned her up and tossed the rag with the mess on the floor. He slipped off her heels and kicked up her legs.
He rested next to her and pulled up the blanket at the end of the bed. He wrapped his arms around her, her head tucked into his neck. Her naked body pressed against his. He kissed her forehead and ran his fingers through her hair.
"That was incredible," she said. her fingers traced shapes on his chest.
"I've never felt that amazing in my life," Eddie admitted.
After a few moments of silence, sleep took over as they tangled their bodies together.
~~~
Eddie woke up to pounding at the front door. He squinted as his eyes adjusted to the morning sun. Y/N slept peacefully next to him. He crawled out of bed, careful to not wake her up.
He grabbed one of the free sheets and wrapped it around his naked waist. The pounded continued as Eddie made it downstairs.
He ripped open the door and was shocked to see Mandy standing there.
"Finally! I've been pounding for five minutes," Mandy scoffed. She took in Eddie's state. The post-sex hair, the scratches on his chest, and the look in his eyes.
"Who do you have in there?" Mandy asked, she tried to look into the house but Eddie blocked the door.
"None of your business. Why are you here?" He asked.
"Paisley forgot her stuffed animal and last night was hell. I want to sleep tonight so I'm here to pick it up." Mandy said.
"I'll grab it, stay here," Eddie said, he turned around and Mandy couldn't help but feel a burn of jealousy in her stomach. Even more nail marks were down his back.
"Who was she?"
"Who?" Eddie asked, looking around the living room.
Mandy let herself in, and Eddie rolled his eyes.
"The slut who painted your back and chest with her sleezy and cheap nails." Mandy scoffed
Eddie turned around with a glare, "First, I already said it was not your business. And second, she's not a slut."
"Oh, little girlfriend? Gotta stand up and be her little knight and shining armor?"
"Look, we are divorced. My love life has nothing to do with you. Send Paisley in, I don't know where she left it." Eddie sighed
Mandy went out and got Paisley, she excitedly ran to her dad with a smile.
Paisley went up into her room, grabbing Lucy from the corner. As she walked out of her room, she saw Y/N sleeping.
"DADDY, WHY IS Y/N SLEEPING IN YOUR BED?"
Her screams jolted Y/N awake, a panicked look on her face.
Eddie froze as the words hit the bottom floor.
"YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!" Mandy screamed
Y/N flew out of bed, holding the blanket around her naked body. But she wasn't fast enough.
Mandy was racing up the stairs and Eddie was hot on her heels.
"MANDY DON'T," he screamed
Mandy walked right past Paisley and landed her eyes on Y/N. Her body was covered in Eddie's bed sheets. The dark marks on her neck made Mandy's blood boil.
Eddie sent Pailsey downstairs as he walked in behind Mandy
"YOU'RE FUCKING THE NANNY!" Mandy screamed, "HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN FUCKING HER?"
"Keep your goddman voice down. The children don't need to hear anything. This was the first night we spent together. We haven't been sneaking around or anything. We went on a date and we had sex. We are grown-ups. She wasn't working, she was my date." Eddie explained
"I would never be with Eddie like that with the children around," Y/N said
"You shut your whore mouth." Mandy snapped
"HEY!," Eddie yelled, "You will not speak to her that way. The kids had no idea about us, until now."
"What you think he actually likes you?" Mandy scoffed. Her eyes locked in on Y/N.
Y/N nervously looked at Eddie but his eyes reassured her.
"I do, and I really like him." Y/N stood up for herself.
"You cannot be Eddie's girlfriend and nannying my kids at the same time. I forbid it. I hired you and I can damn well fire you." Mandy snarled
"No! I love this job and I love these kids." Y/N pleaded
"Should have thought of that before you opened your legs."
Y/N looked at Eddie and hated how silent he suddenly became.
"I'm sorry, Y/N, but she's right."
Both women looked at Eddie shocked. Mandy couldn't hide her smile as Eddie walked closer to them.
"What?" Y/N whispered, tears filling her eyes.
"I didn't want to have this conversation in front of Mandy, nor us being naked but, I have to fire you," Eddie said as she stood in front of her.
Y/N felt tears fall as she looked at Eddie.
Eddie reached forward and wiped her tears. Eddie placed his thumb on her trembling bottom lip. His other hand cupped her jaw and he softly rubbed her skin.
"Why?" she whispered
"Because I can't pay my girlfriend to hang out with my kids." Eddie smiled.
Y/N felt the relief fill her bones as she smacked Eddie's chest.
"You dick!" She laughed, "You scared the hell out of me."
"What do you say? Quit this job and be my girlfriend. The kids already love you. You can continue to stay here, just in my bed this time. Not the spare room."
"Sounds perfect,"
Eddie beamed down at her and captured her lips in a kiss. It was gentle, short, and sweet.
"I'm still here!" Mandy stomped.
"Why? Paisley got her stuffed animal. You are welcome to leave," Eddie said, letting go of Y/N as he walked over to Mandy.
"Because I still have a day before the kids come home, and I want to spend it fucking my girlfriend," Eddie smirked.
Mandy stomped her way out the door.
"Sounds like we have a busy day," Y/N winked as she tugged the sheet out of Eddie's hands. She bit her lip as she took in the sight of his naked and used body.
"Indeed we do," Eddie said, throwing her back on the bed. She landed with a laugh as he crawled up her body and pushed his lips on hers.
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older rockstar!eddie x fem!reader
part one | part two
summary eddie munson was a world famous rockstar. and, apparently, an asshole. but you weren't one to believe rumours, so when eddie asks to meet you, who are you to say no? (11.4k)
warnings age gap, reader is 22 and eddie is 40 (if this makes you uncomfortable please do not read! <3) smut, lots of smut. an overuse of nicknames (doll, angel, sweetheart, etc.), dom!eddie, choking, penetrative sex, oral sex f!receiving, fingering, slight overstimulation, reader cries once during sex but for good reasons! promise. minors shoo, i'll chase you away with a stick. don't make me do it. (if i've missed anything please let me know!)
This was a bad idea. You knew that.Â
You should go home.
But he was right there. And he was so pretty.Â
He had asked for you. He had picked you out of the crowd. And now you were in his hotel room.Â
You were so fucked.Â
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You (and everyone who knew Eddie) knew that he did this all the time, it was practically an after-show ritual for him. Only on a very rare occasion did he go back to his hotel room by himself, or with the same person. It was always someone new, someone he had seen at the show, someone who caught his eye. And tonight that were you.Â
Okay, if you were going to be completely honest here, this might have been what you wanted all along. But you never thought it would actually happen, you werenât that delusional. But you had spent a little longer on your appearance tonight, and you had worn that outfit that showed off all your best assets and made you feel really fucking hot.Â
And Eddie really needed to remember to thank you for that. Because once he saw you at the front of the crowd he couldnât keep his eyes off you. In between songs he had walked over to the side of the stage, bending down so he could speak into the security guard's ear, and had told him the same thing he told him every night, accompanied with a point in your general direction.Â
So when the show was coming to an end, security walked over to you and said âWhen the show ends hang around okay? Eddie wants to see you.âÂ
Oh.Â
Oh.Â
You just nodded and blurted out something like âOh yeah, okay, yeah, I can do that, thank you-â honestly you donât even remember what you said, because your heart was racing as you realised what was happening.Â
The security guard just rolled his eyes and strolled back to where he was originally standing. You figured he was probably tired of the reaction he got every time he had to tell Eddieâs latest crush to hang around after the show.
He did it every night, and honestly, he felt bad for every single one of them. It was the same each time: he would tell them, they would freak out, they would spend the night with Eddie, and the next day he would have to awkwardly escort them out of the hotel and tell them not to âtake it personally doll, this is just what he doesâ Because Eddie wouldnât even wake up early enough the next morning to say goodbye.Â
He was a dick. But people fucking loved it and loved him.Â
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âYou okay doll?â That recognisable voice pulled you out of your daydream and back to reality, although right now you werenât entirely sure there was much of a difference between your daydreams and what was really happening.Â
Standing in Eddie Munsonâs dressing room wasnât exactly something you thought you would ever be doing.Â
After the show ended you stayed where you were, anxiously moving back and forth on your feet and looking around to see what exactly you were supposed to do next. Sure you had been told to âhang aroundâ but what did that mean? Were you supposed to stay where you were, walk over to a security guard and tell them Eddie had asked you to stick around? No, bad idea. Theyâd think you were a crazy stalker and would most likely escort you out of the venue.Â
You couldn't see the man who had come over to speak to you. Your eyes continued to scan the room, looking for anyone who seemed to be signalling for you to come over; and just as you were about to admit defeat and leave, that same man caught your eye and nodded his head to the side.Â
You hoped that was meant for you, or you were about to severely embarrass yourself.Â
But, everyone else still there seemed to be talking amongst themselves, paying no attention to the man who now stood, looking rather impatient, next to the stage. Gathering all the courage you could muster (which truthfully was not a lot but fuck it) you crossed your arms over your chest and walked over to him.Â
âCan you get over the barrier or do you need my help?âÂ
âWha- Iâm sorry?â you questioned him with perhaps a little too much confusion in your voice, and based on the look on his face, you already knew he didnât like you very much. Or maybe he was like this with everyone. He worked for Eddie Munson after all and based on everything you knew about him, you guessed that job probably took a toll on a person. He was notorious for being difficult to work with. Heâs lucky he was so fucking hot.Â
âAre you serious⌠Jesus Christ okay- can you get over the barrier or do you need me to lift you over?â He started walking over to you, making a rather fair assumption that you were about to ask for some help.Â
âOh um yeah, could youâŚâ He was already lifting you over before you could finish your request âThank you, sorry⌠I just⌠Iâm not normally this nervousâ awkwardly laughing as you placed your feet on the ground and adjusted your clothes.Â
âYeah, you and everyone else who does this each nightâ He didnât say it very loudly, probably not intending for you to actually hear him, but you did. It didnât upset you, you knew what Eddie was like. But you were slightly embarrassed that his security was seemingly very aware of how your night was about to play out.Â
He didnât speak much. Eddieâs security. You had tried to make polite conversation by asking his name, but he was too busy leading you to Eddieâs dressing room. It was cold backstage, and busy. Lots of people moving equipment and talking about the next show, you were pretty sure they worked for the Band. You noticed a few other girls standing around, probably waiting for the other members of the band. You knew that the others didnât have as much of a reputation as Eddie, but you would have to be pretty naive to assume they werenât doing almost the same thing. They were just more subtle about it.Â
âHeâs in thereâ He stopped so abruptly that you were lucky you didnât walk straight into the back of him. You looked up and saw that the door was closed, but his security was making no move to knock or open it for you. You thanked him and he just gave you a nod and walked away. Okay. Guess youâre knocking on the door yourself. Because thatâs not terrifying.Â
But you were already here, and it would be far more awkward to try and find your way back so you took a deep breath and knocked three times on the door.Â
âYeah come inâ Eddieâs voice sounded from behind the door.Â
Oh shit, heâs really in there, you thought to yourself.Â
With one last shaky breath and shaking your hair out you grabbed the cold door handle and pushed the door open, peering around the door frame before you walked in. You could see Eddie, he was standing next to a high-up table and was clearly busy with something. But you couldnât see anyone else, which was a small relief.Â
Pushing the door completely open you stepped into the room. You took your hand off the door, and you were not expecting it to shut as quickly or loudly as it did. The loud bang of the door caused Eddie to turn around slightly too fast to be casual, and his eyes darted straight behind you to the door and then instantly back to your face, looking straight at you. But he quickly regained his composure and let his eyes rake up and down you. Yeah, so Eddie Munson did not do subtle.Â
You were pretty sure Eddie just said something to you but you were too busy looking at him. No not looking, staring. Apparently, you didnât do subtle either.Â
You knew Eddie was pretty. But in person, this closeup? It was ridiculous. He was annoyingly hot. His curly hair fell around his face, bangs resting just above his eyebrows, framing his face perfectly. Your eyes scanned down to his lips, parted slightly, and you couldnât help but think about what they would feel like on your neck. But his eyes were what grabbed your attention the most, they were almost hypnotising and you definitely stared at them for an uncomfortable amount of time.Â
âYou okay doll?â Eddie repeated his earlier question, not bothering to bite back the smirk that painted his face.Â
âYeah, Iâm⌠Iâm good!â You did not mean for that to come out as enthusiastically as it did. âI mean um, Iâm good thanks, are you? Okay?â If you didnât get your shit together and start acting less like a fangirl in the next two seconds you were just going to escort yourself out.Â
Eddie laughed under his breath and leaned back against the wall behind him âWell arenât you politeâ You werenât entirely sure what to say to that, so you just didnât say anything. Instead choosing to remain standing by the door. Â
Eddie lifted his hand that was holding an unlit cigarette and placed it between his lips. And quickly removing it again, for some reason.Â
Oh god, now you were staring at his lips. And his hands. He had really pretty hands, with lots of rings on his fingers. Did he leave the rings on when he-
âIs staring a normal thing for you or am I just that attractive, sweetheart?âÂ
Fuck. Rockstars were so damn cocky.Â
âThatâs funnyâ You responded, you had no idea where that confidence suddenly came from, but something about the way he looked at you made you feel safe. âYou know what?â You said as you walked over to the lone bar stool next to the table, sitting down and putting your hands under your thighs (you didnât feel the need to question why there was only one chair in his dressing room).Â
âYouâre already flirting with me and you donât even know how old I am, what if Iâm like⌠I don't know, seventeen?â You held back a smile as you saw Eddie tense up and then quickly relax again.Â
âVery clever, but not clever enough doll.â Jesus you wished heâd stop with the nicknames, it really wasnât helping your whole âact casualâ plan. Eddie fiddled with the cigarette in between his fingers as he carried on speaking, âthis venue doesnât let anyone in under the age of twenty-one. So, unless you were using a fake ID I figured it was safe to assume youâre not, in fact, seventeen.âÂ
You looked down at your feet that were dangling just above the floor, you werenât using a fake ID. But you had in the past, he didnât need to know that though. Although you couldnât imagine he was one to judge someone for doing something illegal.Â
âOkay fine, so Iâm not seventeen. You still donât know how old I am though. You donât even know my name, Eddieâ You shot back, trying to sound serious, but the humour underneath your statement broke through. You also werenât sure if you were on a first-name basis with him, but what else were you supposed to call him?
Eddie never broke eye contact with you the whole time you were speaking, but you couldnât quite read what he was thinking.Â
âYou wanna tell me your name then, sweetheart? Or am I supposed to guess that and your age? You wanna make me work for it huh?â Eddie put the cigarette down as he pushed himself off the wall and rested his forearms on the table, getting just that little bit closer to you.Â
âNormally yeah, Iâd make a guy work for my name, but I suppose youâre special, right?â You said quietly, your confidence quickly slipping away the longer he looked at you.Â
âYouâre gonna give me an ego, doll. No oneâs ever called me special before, especially someone as pretty as you.â Eddie was a flirt, you knew that. He probably told every girl he has never seen someone as âpretty as they wereâ. But, still, it felt nice. You certainly didnât believe that no one had ever called him special before. He was Eddie fucking Munson, for crying out loud.Â
âIâm Y/N.â You told him, purposefully not mentioning your age. You were over twenty-one but Eddie was⌠older.Â
He was almost double your age, actually.Â
âPretty name. Matches the face.â Eddie flirted. He was insatiable already. âAnd youâre⌠how old exactly.â Eddie clearly noticed the look of worry that flashed because he quickly added âI know, I know. You should never ask a lady her age, and all that shit. But uh, help me out hereâÂ
âOkay um, Iâm twenty-two.â Eddie didnât react at all like he was waiting for you to say something else, but when you didnât he just said âSo that would make me old enough to be your dad, right?â he laughed.Â
âWhoa, well I wouldnât say that. Youâre forty. My dadâs in his fifties soâŚâ Why did you just bring up your dad, to the man you were pretty sure you were about to sleep with? Smooth.Â
Eddie walked around so he was standing in front of you, resting a hand on your knee and using the other to push your hair off your face. âSo youâre not uncomfortable, at all? Look, baby, Iâm older, youâre still young, I wouldnât want this to be some power-dynamic situation where you feel pressured, or fuckinâ whateverâÂ
Shit. He wasnât a complete asshole. At least not right now, he seemed genuinely concerned about you feeling safe. But with his hand on your knee, you werenât sure how the fuck he expected you to focus.Â
ââM not uncomfortable. I wouldnât have come back here if I wasâ Eddie tilted his head slightly, looking for more confirmation. âI promise. âM not a child, EddieâÂ
âNo, youâre definitely not⌠a childâ You could tell he was trying really hard to keep his eyes on yours and not look other places right now. His hand that moved your hair came to rest on your cheek.Â
This close to him you could see the stubble on his face, and the freckles that painted his nose and under his eyes. His eyes were even more dangerous this close-up as well. You were pretty sure he would do anything he asked you to right now, and youâd only been with him five minutes.Â
Was he about to kiss you?Â
You were pretty sure he was about to kiss you.Â
You hadnât even realised it but you had let your legs fall apart so he was now standing as close as he possibly could be, your legs dangling around his. He just kept looking at you, rubbing his thumb on your cheek, whilst his eyes moved back and forth from yours to your lips.Â
And just as you were about to lean forwards, your lips parting,Â
He walked away.Â
What the fuck?Â
âYou smoke?âÂ
âWha- Iâm sorry?âÂ
Eddie had sauntered over to another table in the corner, it was covered in empty food containers, drinks, cigarettes and god knows what else. He grabbed the leather jacket that was thrown haphazardly across the edge of the table and threw it on, he still didnât say anything as he walked back over to where you were sitting and picked up the cigarette he put down earlier, placing it behind his ear. You hated it, but there was something about him that made it impossible to not watch him. And he knew it, too.Â
âI said do you smoke?âÂ
âNo, sâbad for youâÂ
âFuck youâre not about to start lecturing me are you?â The immediate exhaustion in his voice was evident, and you wondered how many times a day he was told to stop smoking. ââCause I like you so far, donât turn into an asshole nowâÂ
âNo fâcourse not I just- you asked if I smoked, thatâs allâÂ
âOkay, good. Good that you arenât about to fuckinâ lecture me and force me to tell you to fuck off,â Charming, as always. âand good that you donât smoke. Youâre too pretty for that shit.âÂ
Only Eddie Munson could be an asshole and compliment you in the same sentence.Â
Eddie turned on his heel and headed for the door, as he opened it he turned around, clearly expecting to see you standing right behind him, but you hadnât even moved from where you were sitting. âYou comin'? Or are you just gonna sit there looking lost all night?âÂ
You stood up without saying anything and expected him to just start walking again, instead he just shut the door again, leaning against it and drawled out âyou know why I asked for you to hang around right?âÂ
âYeah, Iâve got a pretty good idea.â You werenât entirely sure what his deal was. He was both exactly what people said he was but also not like that. He seemed⌠you werenât sure. It wasnât that he was unsure of himself, it definitely wasnât that. But if you didnât know he did this every damn night, youâd say he was trying to hold back his nerves.Â
Or maybe he just did this so much that it was starting to bore him.Â
âOkay. so?â He wasnât even looking at you as he said it, instead choosing to stare at the ceiling.Â
âI donât know what youâre asking me here, Eddie.â You whispered.Â
Eddie lowered his gaze to your eyes and stood up straight, no longer leaning against the door. âCan I fuck you, sweetheart? Do you want that?âÂ
Oh fuck.Â
You nodded, certain that if you tried to articulate yourself you would find that words escaped you.Â
âUse your words for me, come on doll, need to hear you say it.â Eddie moved towards you a bit and picked up the pendant on the end of your necklace, flipping it over in his fingers as he waited for your answer, never once breaking eye contact.
âYeah I- I want that. Want you to fuck me.â You blurted out.Â
A smile broke out on Eddieâs face as he dropped your necklace and turned around, opening the door and walking out âCome on then.âÂ
You didnât figure you were in a position to ask any questions, so you just followed him. Wherever he was going, he was going to fuck you once you got there, so you were happy either way.Â
What you didnât know was that you had utterly confused Eddie.Â
You see, normally when Eddie invited someone backstage, it took them about two minutes before they were trying to jump his bones, kissing his neck and telling him how hot he was. It was easy like that, but you? You didnât even try and touch him, which was⌠respectful. He wasnât used to that. Not that he didnât want you to touch him, he did. He had just never had to make the first move before, or straight up ask someone if they wanted him to fuck them.Â
But you did want him. He could tell. The way you couldnât stop looking at him, even when he wasnât even doing anything. The way your thighs rubbed together when he called you âdollâ or âsweetheartâ. Or the way your breath hitched when he asked you if you wanted him to fuck you.Â
You were also really fucking pretty. He felt his heart race when you first walked into his dressing room. Sure, he had seen you in the audience and thought you were cute, but it was different when you were standing before him. But of course, he pushed all those thoughts away, You were a hookup, thatâs all. Thatâs all he wanted. Maybe out of spite to himself, but he would never let anyone be more than that. And you werenât going to be any different.Â
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The drive to the hotel was pretty quick. Fifteen minutes at most. You had followed Eddie to a car that was waiting just outside one of the back entrances and he had even gone as far as to open the door for you. What a gentleman, maybe? You still could not figure him out.Â
Once Eddie was in the car, the driver set off. Neither of you said a word to the other. Instead, you sat in oddly comfortable silence. Letting the city lights and moonlight leak into the car as you were driven through the bustling metropolis.Â
Occasionally youâd look over at Eddie, and each time you did would find he was already looking at you. The first couple of times you looked away again, staring back out of the window at the starry night sky, looking at the constellations and trying to figure out what the fuck was happening. You were sitting in the back of a car with Eddie Munson. And he was taking you back to his hotel.Â
The third time you looked over at Eddie he was moving over to sit right next to you. You shifted slightly so you could look at him without having to twist your neck as far. âHeyâ you murmured.Â
âYou know normally by now, you would be sitting on my lap, whilst I feel you up under your clothes.âÂ
âOh, how romanticâ You chirped back.Â
âWhat can I say, Iâm a modern-day Romeo.âÂ
âCan I say something?â You asked him, breaking eye contact, choosing to look down at your legs instead.Â
âFucking hell- I- yeah sure.â His voice was laced with annoyance âYou know they normally donât talk this much either.â Eddie shot back at you.Â
âOkay well I was gonna say, youâre not as much of an asshole as people make you out to be. But then you kinda were an asshole, so, never mind.âÂ
You looked back up at Eddie to see a grin on his face. âWhat?â You barked out.Â
Eddie held his hands up in mock surrender and only held back a laugh at your annoyance. âYou love it, sweetheart. Or else you wouldnât have agreed to meet me, let alone get in the car with me. And come back to my damn hotel room.â His voice dipped much lower than you had heard it all night, it was all smug and had an air of âI know Iâm hot as fuck and so do youâ about it.Â
You swallowed and tried to look back out the window, anything to avoid looking right at Eddie. But he lifted his hand and turned your head back to him, once you were looking at him he lowered his hand from your cheek and let it rest on your jaw.Â
âNow, Can I please kiss you?âÂ
Fucking finally.Â
You barely had time to nod before his soft lips landed on your own. Barely had time to think before the kiss turned heated, Eddie leaning his head one way and you leaning yours the other so you could be as close as possible.Â
Noses squished against each other and lips moulding together in perfect rhythm. It was like Eddie had lit a fire in you because you couldnât get close enough to him. You lifted yourself up and swung your leg over Eddieâs lap, he quickly realised what you were doing and moved his hands to grab your hips, helping you settle on top of him, the whole time not once breaking the kiss.Â
Your hands went straight to Eddieâs hair and he moved from your hips to your back, letting them feel every part of you, until they eventually went to your hair, too. He took your bottom lip between his teeth and pulled back slightly, causing you to let out the smallest whimper.
 He went straight back to making out with you, but you could feel his smirk against your mouth. As your lips moved together you started rocking your hips back and forth, slowly and experimentally.Â
But it was enough to cause Eddie to let out a groan, which only encouraged you even more, doubling down on your efforts to kiss him, pressing your lips deeper and harder against his, and he only returned the same energy, pushing himself forward and pulling you closer to him, letting his tongue run over your bottom lip, begging for entry.Â
You parted your lips instantly and he wasted no time letting his tongue meet yours. You tried to fight for some dominance in this situation but he quickly took control. His tongue in your mouth and one hand on the back of your neck, the other holding your hip to control your movements.Â
It was hot. And you were really fucking needy. You had almost forgotten that some poor driver was sitting directly in front of you, behind the separator. Probably trying to get to the hotel as fast as possible. You didnât blame him.Â
You and Eddie were making out like if you didnât you would die, and honestly, that was exactly what you felt like. Everywhere he touched you left you wanting more and more and more. His kiss ebbed and flowed through you, making you roll your hips against him even more.Â
His lips on yours left you convinced that you had died and gone to heaven. His tongue exploring your mouth made you feel like your heart was going to beat out of your chest. He knew what he was doing. Of course, he did.Â
Just as your hips grinding against him was getting erratic, the car stopped. And Eddie pulled away from you instantly. Both of you breathing heavily, you more than him, somehow. Did he have more oxygen in his body or something, what the fuck? You had both had your tongues down each other's throat, how did he seem slightly out of breath and you felt like you were fighting for air? Eddie patted his hands against your hips, signalling for you to get up and out of the car.Â
The door opened and you stepped out as smoothly as you could, which wasnât easy when you were just being felt up by a rockstar in the back of the car, but you gave it your best shot. The late spring air caressed your face and you felt yourself relax for the first time all night; moving away from the car as Eddie said something to the driver you stepped onto the lawn in front of the hotel and felt the dew-dropped grass crunch under your shoes.Â
The hotel was big, fancy, you didnât feel like you belonged there. You couldnât even count how many stories high it was, the lit-up windows seemingly going for miles, hypnotising you as you stared up in awe.Â
Truthfully you were more shocked that the bandâs management still let them stay in places as lavish as this, they were renowned for being⌠destructive. You had heard countless stories of Eddie and his bandmates going back to a hotel drunk or high (most of the time it was both) and destroying their rooms, disturbing the other guests and probably other things they had most likely paid the media not to leak.Â
Some said that Eddie and others had mellowed out recently, with Eddie turning forty. If you asked Eddie he would take offence to that, and say something precocious like he was âjust getting startedâ. Whatever that meant.Â
You were pulled out of your thoughts by a hand coming to rest on your lower back, and you knew it was Eddie without having to turn around.Â
âCome on, I stay out here for too long weâll be fuckinâ swarmed,â He told you.Â
âYou get a lot of people waiting for you at hotels?â You already knew the answer, you had seen the insanity for yourself on TV. Hundreds of fans crowded the hotel hoping for a glance at the band.Â
âYeah, somethinâ like that. They just want me to sign something so they can sell it. I donât do that shit.â Eddie explained as his security hurried you both into the hotel.Â
His security led you through the lobby and joined you in the elevator. Which you were pretty sure was the most awkward two minutes of your life. You felt like a little kid being dragged home by her parents and they were too annoyed with you to even hold a conversation. Eddie didnât seem to mind it though, leaning to the side and resting against the elevator wall, closing his eyes in exasperation when his security murmured something along the lines of âIâll knock on your door at 9 tomorrow.â Eddie didnât bother to respond or even show that he had heard him.Â
Soon the elevator stopped and his security stepped off. He turned around and gave you both a curt nod before letting out a sigh and walking off.Â
The elevator doors had barely shut, and it hadnât even started moving again before Eddie was on you. Pushing you back against the wall of the elevator, his hands on your waist, a small sigh left your lips at the speed and energy of it. He dipped his head to your neck and let his lips explore everywhere. Your hands flew up to his hair to keep him pressed against you and when he found your sweet spot you couldnât stop the moan that slipped out, and you felt Eddieâs mouth turn up into a smirk against your neck.Â
He was mouthing at your neck like he needed it to breathe, alternating between pressing kisses and sucking at your skin, letting his teeth graze your skin. Soothing the love-bitten skin by running his tongue over it once he was satisfied with his work. You already knew you would have to cover those with makeup for the next few days, or maybe you wouldnât, letting everyone see Eddieâs mark on you, you hadnât decided yet.Â
You were so lost in the feeling of Eddie that you hadnât heard the sighs and whimpers you were letting out, but Eddie couldnât miss them if he tried, he thought you sounded angelic.Â
âFuck doll, barely even touched you and youâre making such pretty noises fâmeâ Eddie raised his head to look at you, his lips red and swollen. âGonna let me see what other noises I can get you to make?â You let out a hum of agreement.Â
Eddie grabbed your face with one ring-clad hand, forcing you to look at him, and not at his lips (in your defence, you hadnât even realised you were staring at his lips). âI asked you a question sweetheart.âÂ
He leaned forward so his lips were grazing your ear as he spoke, âI said, are you gonna let me pull even more noises out of you? Answer me, come on pretty girl.âÂ
âYeah, yeah. Please Eddie I-â The elevator doors opened just as Eddie was laughing at the neediness in your voice.Â
Eddieâs eyes dipped down to your neck again and then back to yours, before grabbing your hand and dragging you behind him, walking at a considerable pace. He was just as desperate as you were, he was just much better at hiding it.Â
Eddie opened the door to his room and you had about five seconds to see that you were standing in a hallway, leading off to the multiple rooms. You let your eyes wander around the enormous suite before Eddie was turning around and kissed you, lips smashing desperately against each other. It was the type of kiss that took all the air out of your lungs, your hands grabbing blindly at his jacket, clinging to him like he was your lifeline.Â
You felt Eddie starting to lead you back and quickly your waist hit the small glass table that was next to the door. You reluctantly broke away from the kiss, turning your head to look down at the table that Eddie seemed to want you to sit on.Â
âItâs glass,â You said simply.Â
âBaby that table probably cost more than your rent. Sânot gonna break.â Eddie let his hands wander underneath your top, drawing small shapes on your back whilst he waited for you to be where he wanted you.Â
âTelling me it costs more than my rent is not calming my nerves here!â You exclaimed,Â
âWould you get on the fucking table so I can eat you outâÂ
Well, when you put it like that.Â
You placed your hands on either side of you on the table and Eddie lifted your waist to help you up. âThank youâ Eddie drew out the syllables as he spoke, and his voice was laced with sarcasm, you hit his shoulder. His lips turned up in a smile and he reconnected his lips to yours. The kiss was slower this time, but still desperate. Eddie stood between your legs and you were quick to wrap them around his waist, pulling him flush against you, letting him roll his hips against your centre and you moaned against his lips. He took the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, exploring you as you let him take control.Â
Just as you were about to beg for more Eddie pulled away from your lips and dropped to his knees, placing your legs over his shoulders, dusting light kisses along your thighs. And it was only at that moment that your brain caught up with your body. Eddie Munson was between your thighs, and it felt so right. Your heart was racing and you felt goosebumps on your arms, but you felt so comfortable with him.Â
Oh shit. Do not fall for him.Â
This was a bad idea. You knew that.Â
You should go home.
But he was right there. And he was so pretty.Â
He had asked for you. He had picked you out of the crowd. And now you were in his hotel room.Â
You were so fucked.Â
âHey, whereâd you go?â Eddie ran his hand along your outer thigh, his other coming up to push his hair back off his face.Â
âI- shit, sorry, Iâm okay. Promiseâ You tried to assure him. You really were okay, this was just a lot.Â
âWe can stop. Or slow down. Jusâ tell me what you need me to do.âÂ
You needed him to go back to being an asshole and make it easier to leave in the morning.Â
âNeed you. Need you to touch me.â You breathed. Eddie bit back a smirk and gently pushed your skirt up around your hips, you felt your breathing speed up already, your legs spreading wider as his soft lips kissed lovebites onto your inside thigh, slowly moving closer to where you so desperately wanted him. He pulled back to admire the purple bruises he had sucked onto your skin, leaning forward again to press light kisses over them. âEddie, pleaseâ your voice came out breathy and quiet, you barely even recognised it as your own.Â
âWhatâs wrong sweetheart? You wanted me to touch you, yeah? Sâwhat Iâm doinâ Eddie was teasing you and you knew it, your fingers gripping the side of the table so firmly that your knuckles were going white.Â
âNeed more.â Was all you could tell him, all of your focus being pulled to where his hands were running up and down your thighs again.Â
âTell me doll, you gotta tell me where you need me or I canât help you babyâ you could tell how much he was enjoying your reactions just from the tone of his voice, he was trying to be serious and controlling but you could hear the smile in his voice.Â
You hummed out in protest and tried to move your hips closer to him, but as soon as he saw you trying to move his grip on your thighs got tighter, stopping you from moving.Â
âYou gotta use your words for me angel or Iâm gonna get bored hereâ Eddie slipped into the dominant persona so naturally that you couldnât help the pang of guilt that rang through your body at the reminder that he did this with lots of people, you werenât the first and definitely werenât going to be the last. And you hated how that thought made you feel.Â
Not wanting Eddie to notice the way your face dropped for a split second you quickly pushed the thought away and felt the desperation build up again.Â
âNeed your mouth, please- just please EddieâÂ
âGood girlâ You felt heat rush to your cheeks at his words, Eddie noticed too, but he didnât say anything. Not yet, anyway.Â
âCan you lift your hips for me darlin? Need to get these pretty panties off you, yeah?â You instantly lifted yourself up as much as you could, as Eddie slipped his hands under and pulled your underwear down your legs, throwing them somewhere behind him once they were off.Â
You could thank all the gods that Eddie didnât tease you anymore. He pulled you to the edge of the table and your ankles crossed behind his back in an effort to keep him close to you, certain that if he didnât touch you right there and then you were going to combust.Â
Eddie ran a finger along your cunt, finally getting to feel how desperate you really were. âShit sweetheart, youâre fucking soaked, huh?â You whimpered at his words, not trusting yourself enough with words. âYeah? sâokay Iâve got you, gonna make you feel so good I promiseâ Eddie dipped his finger against your entrance, gathering your wetness before going straight for your clit, rubbing slow circles right over that sweet spot. Your hips bucked at the small movement and Eddie looked up at you, his brown eyes peeking out from behind his overgrown bangs.Â
The amount of need he saw in your eyes was almost enough to make him pick you up and carry you to his bed there and then, but he was a firm believer in the more fucked out someone was before he had even fucked them, the better the sex. So, he fought every instinct in his body and dropped his eyes back to your cunt, finally attaching his mouth to you, making you mewl and whimper above him, immediately moving one of your hands to hold his head against your core, your fingers tangling into his curls.Â
Eddie knew what he was doing, his tongue running along your slit and moving up to suck on your clit, shaking his head whenever he did, causing you to throw your head back, eyes shut so tightly it almost hurt. Every time he felt your thighs tighten around him, or heard your breathing speed up, he pulled off your clit and went back to running his tongue through your cunt, stopping you from getting to where you really needed to be, but still feeling fucking ridiculous.Â
âEddie- need your fingers, pleaseâ You begged him, you just needed to feel more of him.Â
He pulled back and smiled up at you âLook at you baby, using your words to tell me what you need.â As he said it he gently ran one finger along your cunt, dipping it inside you slightly in an attempt to work you open, but you were so needy he really didnât need to.Â
His words made you clench around nothing and all you could do was mewl out longing pleases and eddies. Reciting his name like a mantra.Â
He whispered out little shh shh shhâs as he made delicate work of slipping his middle finger inside you. Of course, you had touched yourself before, but Eddie touching you surpassed anything you had ever made yourself feel. Just one of his fingers was enough to stretch you out, but you still needed more.Â
âMore please- pleaseâ You couldnât take your eyes off of Eddie, at how he couldnât take his eyes off your cunt, where his finger was dipping in and out of you âI got you angelâ.Â
Eddie slipped another finger inside you, it felt uncomfortable for a second and your eyebrows scrunched together as you tried to adjust to his fingers inside you. But that dull ache was soon relieved when Eddie curled his two fingers up inside you, hitting that spot that you had never been able to reach, or anyone else you had slept with had been able to reach. He kept a steady rhythm, not pulling his fingers in and out anymore, instead, he just kept curling his fingers perfectly each time. It had you seeing stars and your breath caught in your throat as you tried to calm yourself down.Â
âYeah? That feel good, baby?â Eddie teased, lapping his tongue against your clit again, forcing you to let out the prettiest string of moans he had ever heard. âFuck doll, anyone ever made you feel like this before, huh?â You were so fucked out already you just shook your head, trying to push his head back down, a silent plea for him to put his mouth back on you.Â
âNo? Thatâs a fucking crime sweetheart. None of the boys your age are doing it for you huh?â Little whimpers and moans let him know the answer to his question without you having to say anything. The man was a menace, holding a conversation with you whilst he had two fingers curled inside you.Â
Oh, and you finally had an answer to your earlier question. He did keep his rings on whilst he fingered someone. Which you were ever so grateful for. It was the hottest thing you had ever seen or felt. The metal of his rings rubbing against you had your eyes rolling back into your head.Â
âJust needed someone who knew what they were doing to touch you, right?â Eddie was definitely a talker. Not that you were complaining, especially since you could barely string two words together right now.Â
He continued lapping at your clit whilst his fingers worked inside you, your moans getting louder by the minute. If you werenât so busy with Eddieâs head between your legs you might be worried about getting a noise complaint from the other poor guests who could probably hear you.Â
You felt that coil in your stomach start to tighten and you let your hand that was resting on Eddieâs head pull oh his hair, eliciting a groan from him, his eyes searching for yours and when he found them screwed closed he used his free hand to grab one of yours and hold it, letting you know he knew you were close.Â
âCan you let go for me angel, hm? Come on, I got youâÂ
That was all it took for the coil to snap, your whole body felt like it was burning, in the best way. Your grip on Eddieâs hand got tighter as he worked you through it, his fingers slowing down but not stopping, his thumb rubbing circles over your clit. All you could do was moan and whimper above him, letting out a stream of oh gods and donât stop. Eddie was saying something to you, you could hear his muffled voice but your ears were ringing and everything was too much but you never wanted it to stop.Â
Until suddenly it all became too much, your legs instinctively trying to close, hand coming down to move Eddieâs away from you. He picked up on your change in demeanour instantly and slowly took his fingers out of you, pressing small kisses to your knee as he let you calm down.Â
âFuck, Eddie-â Was all you could say when youâre senses came back to you.Â
You realised you were still holding Eddieâs hand, but you didnât make any moves to let go. Neither did he.Â
âYeah? Not bad for an old man, huh?â Eddie chirped.Â
âFuck off, youâre forty. Thatâs not that oldâ You retaliated, watching as Eddie stood up from where he had knelt before you.Â
âOh well thank you, sweetheart.â His voice dripped with sarcasm as he pushed your hair away from your face. A gesture that felt oddly romantic given the way you had found yourselves in this situation.Â
Eddie moved to slot his lips over yours, taking your bottom lip between his and sucking. You melted into the kiss and ran your tongue over his bottom lip, begging for entrance. He let you take control for a few seconds before he slipped his tongue into your mouth and you tasted yourself on him. The whimper that you let out was downright pornographic but you couldnât find it in yourself to be embarrassed.Â
âFuck sweetheart, wrap your legs around meâ Eddieâs voice was raspy and it cut through you like a knife, you didnât even ask him why before you had your legs tightly holding onto his waist. He wasted no time picking you up from the table and carrying you to the bedroom, taking extra care to lie you gently down on the bed in the middle of the room, crawling to hover above you and attach his lips to your neck, sucking right onto your pulse point, causing a desperate moan to leave you.Â
Your legs tightened around him and he ground his hips down into you, his desperation was evident even though he was trying hopelessly to seem calm and collected. But with you lying underneath him that seemed to be impossible. With his head buried in your neck as he desperately worked to leave you covered in as many marks as possible, you tried to shift his weight off you so you could flip yourselves over. But he just tightened his grip on your waist, and hand that he still hadnât let go off. Keeping you firmly pinned to the mattress.Â
âEddie, I- oh fuckâ he ground his hips down against you as you began speaking, stealing the breath from your lungs. âEddie, do you not want me toâŚâ Your confidence suddenly slipped again, you wanted to offer to suck his dick. But you had only given head a couple of times, each time being to a guy your age who was probably just grateful to have a girl on her knees in front of him. Eddie was older, and a world-famous rockstar. You didnât want to embarrass yourself. But you really wanted to taste him.Â
âWhat is it doll?â Eddie pushed as he dusted light kisses across your jaw, rubbing circles over the slip of skin that was exposed where your t-shirt had ridden up.Â
âCan I- can I suck your dick?â Your voice was small and Eddie couldnât tell if you were just nervous or if you didnât actually want to.Â
âYou donât have to sweetheart, donât worry about it.â Either way, he wasnât going to let you do something unless he was absolutely positive that you really wanted to. He dipped back down and pulled you into a long, deep kiss. Your hands flew to the back of his neck as you kissed him back, all tongue and teeth, but you wouldnât want it any other way.Â
âI want to thoughâ You insisted, barely moving your lips off of Eddieâs. Eddieâs long hair fell around you both, cutting you off from being able to see anything other than his face as he leaned over you.Â
Eddie still wasnât sure, he noticed the way your hands that you had on the back of his neck had moved so you could mess with your fingers. He didnât know you well enough to know if that was a nervous habit of yours, but it was one of his, so he took a safe guess that you were probably more nervous than you were letting on.Â
âSâokay doll. Honestly, if I get your mouth on me thisâll be over a lot quicker than either of us want.â He moved to rest all his waist on one hand, the other moving to push your t-shirt up, he looked up at you to make sure that was okay and when you nodded with way too much enthusiasm, he let out a quiet laugh and lifted your t-shit off you, lowering himself to place kisses down your chest and stomach.Â
Feeling his lips on your skin sent a bolt of electricity shooting through your body and suddenly all you needed was to feel him inside you. You whimpered and grabbed the back of the top he was still wearing, you hadnât even noticed he had already taken off his leather jacket. Eddie soon realised what you wanted, sitting back on his haunches to pull his top over his head.Â
Your eyes dropped down to stare at Eddie, his pale body covered in tattoos, across his chest and arms. Your hand impulsively reaching out to trace over them. Eddie smiled and picked up your other arm, dotting little kisses up and down it. You lowered your hand that had been tracing over his tattoos and began to undo his belt, frustration quickly building as you couldnât get it undone.Â
Eddie noticed how your brows knitted together and felt a pang of adoration in his chest at how sweet you looked lying below him. He took both of your hands in his as he guided your hands to help you undo his belt, breathing out a small âgood girlâ as you let his fingers guide yours.Â
Once you had both undone it Eddie reluctantly pulled away from you and stood up to push his jeans and underwear off, grabbing a condom from the bedside table. You pushed your skirt off and when you looked back up at Eddie your gaze dropped down and your breath hitched in your throat. He was⌠big. You felt your whole body tense up as you realised you had never been with someone that big before. Two of his fingers alone were enough to feel a lingering pressure in your stomach.Â
Eddie leaned back down over you and pressed a gentle kiss on your lips, his hand caressing the apple of your cheek as you widened your legs more and he settled between them comfortably.Â
âYou okay, sweetheart?â Eddie whispered as he moved to adjust your legs around him and grab a pillow from the bed. âCan you lift your hips-â You moved slightly so Eddie could place the pillow below you. âThank you, babyâ He praised you as you followed his instructions instantly.Â
âDâyou still want this?â Eddie asked suddenly, his voice dropping back to his normal tone, rather than the more controlling, deeper one he had been speaking with before. You nodded your head quickly and muttered out a little âpleaseâ as he carefully watched your face.Â
Your enthusiasm seemed to please him enough to carry on, and he kissed you once more before moving his hand down to guide himself into you. He ran his cock through your folds and groaned at the wetness he found there âShit doll, you need it bad huh?â You moaned out as the head of his cock hit your bundle of nerves, bucking your hips up and digging your fingers into the bed. He shushed you and pushed your hips back down âI really gotta teach you some patience angel.â He told you as he ground his hips forward, grinding over your dripping cunt but not pushing in.Â
âJust so desperate for someone to finally fuck you how you need arenât you?â Your head lolled to the side as he kept grinding into you, hitting your clit each time. âUh uh, eyes on me sweetheart.âÂ
You used all the energy you could muster to lift your head back to a position where you could look right at Eddie. âThere she is, Iâm not even inside you yet and you look fucked out, this enough for you?â Eddie cooed. âDonât even need my cock inside you, do you?â The desperate cry that came from the back of your throat at his words almost made Eddie feel bad, but you sounded so pretty. âNo no, please- fuck please.â Your legs tightened around his waist in protest to what he just said, Eddie bit back a smirk and let out a âyeah?â in fake pity.Â
âNeed you inside me fuck- just please Eddie Iââ Your cries were getting more desperate by the second and Eddie shushed you as he lined himself up at your entrance, pressing a light kiss to your neck to soothe you. âOkay angel, I hear you. Gonna make you feel so good, I promise.âÂ
Eddie began to push inside of you, but only got so far before you let out a sound that sounded far too close to discomfort for him. He stopped moving and looked up to see your eyes closed tightly. âHey, hey, look at me, come on.â You had never heard his voice that soft before, but you did what he asked, looking at him.Â
âYou okay?â He asked, concern laced in his voice.Â
âMâokay, youâre just⌠bigger than Iâm used toâ A cocky grin spread across Eddieâs voice at your words and you gently pushed on his shoulder. His ego didnât need to be any bigger than it already was.Â
âYou want me to stop? I can eat you out again if you want?â He sounded so sincere that when you went to open your mouth to respond you couldnât think of anything, so caught off guard by âasshole rockstar eddieâ being the exact opposite of what everyone knew him as.Â
âSweetheart? You with me?â He held your face in his hand and rubbed his thumb along your jaw.Â
âYeah umâ no just keep going, please, I just needed a second to get used to itâ You told him, a small laugh from you making him relax again. He attached his lips to yours and kissed you dizzy. A deep kiss that had you whimpering softly against his lips and distracted you from the pressure of Eddie pushing into you again.Â
âFuck youâre so tight dollâ Eddie said against your lips. The pressure built up again and you held onto his shoulder, digging your nails into the skin there.Â
âYouâve gotta relax for me angel, okay? Deep breaths, yeah?â Eddie whispered against your jaw, desperately trying to hold himself back from slamming into you, but you felt so good already.Â
You nodded and took a deep breath, but it was Eddie attaching his mouth back onto the sweet spot on your neck and sucking that relaxed you the most. The need that overtook you let Eddie finally bottom out, both of you letting out filthy moans at the feeling. âFuck good girl, there you go, feel so fucking goodâ Eddie praised you, not moving yet, giving you time to adjust to him inside you. But you were sure that if he didnât move soon you were going to cry.Â
âEddie please move, Iâm okayâ Need you to fuck meâ You begged. He pulled up from where he was tracing kisses down your throat, readjusting himself to rest on his forearms either side of your head.Â
Eddie pulled his hips and back and pushed all the way back in, your legs secured around his waist, keeping him as close to you as possible. The way he grinded his hips into you had you seeing stars, soft whimpers falling from your lips every time he pressed into you harder and deeper.
 At one particular thrust you let out the the most pornographic moan you had ever heard yourself make, making Eddie fuck you harder, making sure to hit that spot deep inside of you that no one else had ever reached before. Your cunt clenched around him at the sensation and he let out a deep groan from the back of his throat, his hips faltering for a second before he pushed back into you even harder than before. âFucking Jesusâ shit y/n you canât do that to meâ he moaned out âGonna make me come so fuckinâ fast, youâre so tight already oh my godâ .â He was just talking to distract himself from his impending orgasm at this point, determined to make you come before him.Â
You and Eddie found a perfect rhythm after a while, your hips rolling against his as he kept hitting that sweet spot inside you. Your eyes closed and Eddie wasnât having any of it, repeatedly telling you to look at him. But no matter how many times he said it your eyes would inevitably close again, too overcome with pleasure to focus on anything else.Â
Eddie brought his hand to your neck and simply rested it there, giving you the freedom to tell him to stop or move it if you didnât like it. But when your hand moved to rest over his and you looked up at him with fucked-out eyes, he tightened his hold on your neck and you cried out. âYeah? You like that, you just need someone to be a little rough with you huh?â Eddie teased, âItâs okay, just wanna be treated like a whore sometimes is that right? God youâre so fucking good for me dollâ. His hand kept a firm hold across your throat, making sure to squeeze in the correct places so he didnât cut off your air supply completely, but gave you that feeling of euphoria you craved.Â
It was all too much, but not enough at the same time. Your arousal covering your cunt and things, the noises were filthy but it felt so good that you werenât embarrassed by how you could hear how wet you were each time Eddie drove his cock into you. Your thighs were numb around Eddieâs waist, your hips burning as you felt that coil tightening in your stomach again. His hand around your throat pinning you to the bed was your last straw, you felt tears prickling at the corner of your eyes from how good you felt.Â
âFuck Eddieâ Iâm gonna-â You tried to tell him, his grip on your neck loosening slightly, making it easier for you to speak.Â
âYouâre gonna come again angel?â You nodded, whimpers and moans falling from your lips. Eddie moved his hand from around your neck, moving it between your two bodies until he placed two fingers over your clit, rubbing fast circles over it.Â
Your back arched off the bed and your mouth hung open in a silent scream. âThere you go, good fucking girl.â Eddie exclaimed, watching you in adoration as you came undone beneath him for the second time that night.Â
You didnât even know how long your orgasm lasted, but Eddie worked you through it until you came back around. Looking up at him above you, damp hair clinging to his forehead, kiss-bitten lips parted as he let out quiet moans at the feel of your cunt around him, you could see how desperate he was to come.Â
âGod, can you turn over for me dollâ Eddie asked, but he was already pulling out of you and gripping your hips to put you in the position he wanted you. Your legs felt like they were going to give out any minute, but you didnât care. You moved onto your front and Eddie pulled your hips back against him as your back arched up, burying your face into the pillow in front of you. Eddie slipped back in and you practically screamed out at the overstimulation, but you never wanted him to stop.Â
âGod thatâs itâ gonna come soon angel, doing so well for me.â Eddieâs voice came out raspy and his voice broke at the end. You only pushed your hips back into him harder.Â
You felt Eddie still inside of you as he came hard and fast, not bothering to hold back the tidal wave of moans and groans that left his lips as his orgasm washed over him. His hands holding your hips so tightly you wouldn't be surprised if there were bruises there in the morning.Â
He took a minute to compose himself before he pulled out of you, you whimpered at the feeling and he whispered comforting sh-sh-shâs and apologised repeatedly. You managed to gather enough energy to turn yourself back over. Eddie walked back over to the bed, his boxers already back on. He knelt on the end of the bed and pulled some tissues from the table nearby. âOpen your legs for me dollâ You did as he asked, letting out little gasps as he cleaned you up, still sensitive from everything that had just happened. âYou want a top to sleep in? OrâŚâ Eddie asked, slightly more abrupt than you had been expecting, but you figured it was just the comedown after sex.Â
âYeah pleaseâ you answered quietly, reaching out to grab one of his tops he had already gone to get for you. You threw it, and your underwear, back on. Not entirely sure of what happened now, but when Eddie simply turned off the lamps around the room and climbed into bed you followed his lead and he only reached over to pull you across him as he fell asleep.Â
There werenât any more words exchanged between the two of you as you finally drifted off to sleep, limbs tangled together.Â
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You woke up to the morning sun beating through the windows. The spring sun sitting high in the sky, lighting the room up in a near-magical way. You awoke in almost the same position you had fallen asleep in, except now you were facing away from Eddie, instead of being buried in his still bare chest.Â
You yawned quietly and stretched your arm above you, careful not to wake Eddie. This was all still so surreal. Your eyes scanned the room you had woken up in, being able to take in your surroundings properly for the first time.
Your gaze was drawn to the living room that was directly across from the bedroom, there were no doors leading to the two rooms, instead being replaced instead by overly-sized archways which allowed you to see right through the bedroom to the living room. The rooms were only separated by the wide hallway.Â
The living room was ginormous, and one wall was simply a massive window, overlooking the city skyline, it was beautiful, you couldn't deny that. The couch sat in the middle of the room with a glass coffee table in front of it, decorated with magazines and a vase of flowers. You took a wild guess that those were always there, you didnât imagine Eddie was requesting for flowers to be put in his room.Â
A tv sat on the other side of the room, with various other decorative pieces scattered around, the most eye-catching was the massive rug that covered most of the floor. The dim lights illuminated the elegance of the place, and you couldnât help but feel this place was the opposite of Eddie.Â
You felt your stomach drop at the realisation that you still didnât understand Eddie. He had been perfect last night, it felt like something out of a romance novel where the guy is the perfect man, attentive and caring. But he wasnât like that at the start of the night, and by the end of the night he didnât say another word to you.
Before you could overthink it anymore a loud knock rang through the suite. You remembered Eddieâs security saying he would come over in the morning, but Eddie wasnât stirring. You considered shaking him awake, but just as you were about to turn over and wake him another knock came from the door. Louder this time, followed by a deep voice calling out Eddieâs name, saying something like âGet your ass up and out of bed or I swear to godââÂ
That seemed to cut through even Eddieâs deepest sleep and you felt the bed dip as Eddie begrudgingly got up and padded over to open the door before it was knocked down. You didnât think he had noticed you were awake too, so you didnât move, instead staying in bed and listening to the conversation happening down the hall.Â
âAh! Heâs still alive, thatâs always good to know, makes my job easier.â you heard the sarcastic remarks of Eddieâs security, hearing humor in his voice for the first time.Â
âDo you like pissing me off this early in the morning, John? Or is it a happy accident?â Eddie retaliated, sounding much too like a sullen teenager for a forty year old man.Â
âHappy accident. Is the young lady awake or do you want me to come back?â John asked, peering behind Eddie trying to catch a glimpse of you. He couldnât of course, you still hadnât moved from the bed.Â
âNo sheâs uhâ asleep.â Eddieâs voice got quieter as he said something else to John. So quiet you didnât hear the rest of the conversation, just the door shutting about a minute later, and Eddieâs footsteps as he made his way back to the bedroom.Â
Your eyes met as he walked in and you sat up on the edge of the bed, ankles crossed as you placed your hands behind you, leaning back. You saw Eddie carrying the clothes that had been left in the hallway the night before, placing them down on the bed and nodding his head in acknowledgment.Â
âHeâs like a grumpy dad or somethingâ you tried to joke, letting out a feeble attempt at a laugh. Not that he was even old enough to be Eddieâs dad, in fact he was probably only a couple years older than him.Â
âUh-huh.â Was all Eddie said, but you thought you saw him tense up. So, you took your second wild guess of the morning that maybe you shouldnât bring up parents with Eddie, seemingly a sore subject for him.Â
That was something else about Eddie. He had been in the public eye for nearly fifteen years now, and yet no one knew anything about his life before. Literally, nothing. You figured that had to be deliberate, there was no way no one had found out anything about him, or what his life was like before, but if they had, they had probably been paid off to keep their mouths shut. You couldnât imagine why, almost every rockstar had a dodgy past, scandals and an arrest record were commonplace. They didnât care about any of that, but Eddie was different.Â
Eddieâs morning voice cut through your thoughts. âJohn will uh, be back in like two minutes. So, you can get dressed if you want.âÂ
Oh.Â
You watched Eddie as he threw on a pair of jeans and a top, not bothering to look at you as he all but told you to leave. âHeâs already called a cab for you soâ yeah.â You wanted to say something, ask him something, anything. But you didnât know what.Â
This was what he did. You had known this going into it.Â
Instead you threw on your clothes from the day before, barely having time to put your shoes on before there was a knock on the door. Your head flew up to see Eddie was already staring at you as he leant against the archway to the living room. He quickly turned away as your eyes met and he pushed himself off the wall to walk over and open the door. You followed far behind, standing halfway down the hallway, holding back tears you could feel forming. You were so fucking stupid.Â
As soon as the door opened John saw you stood there. You swear you saw something like pity flash in his eyes before he went back to his usual, somewhat angry, demeanor. âIâm gonna go see if the other guys are up yet, need to talk to them about some changes for tonights show.â Eddieâs voice was quiet but you could hear it all the same. John just nodded and moved to the side to let Eddie past.Â
You thought he would say goodbye to you.Â
Say something before he left.Â
He didnât.Â
He left you standing in his hotel room, his security guard waiting to walk you to the cab waiting for you outside. Your stomach dropped at the realisation that you werenât any different to the others. That he probably spoke to everyone the way he had spoken to you, looked at them the way he looked at you.Â
It would have killed you to realise that he didnât speak to everyone like that, and he certainly didnât look at everyone the same way he looked at you. And he knew that, and it scared the shit out of him.Â
So he left.Â
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Eat Me
Pairing: Older!Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Popstar!Reader
Summary: (TLDR: you perform with Corroded Coffin, act like a brat the whole time, and Eddie makes you pay for it.) Two years after your hiatus from the music industry, you're back and all grown up now. After collaborating with early 2000's metal sensation Corroded Coffin for several songs off your new album, you debut the new tracks live in a surprise performance with the band during their tour- and the tension between you and frontman Eddie Munson is so thick, you're barely able to keep your pants on throughout the set. (Songs referenced are by Demi Lovato from her album HOLY FVCK, which inspired this fic. I highly suggest listening to the songs "Eat Me" and "Freak" while they're performed in the story for the complete experience!)
Word Count: 14K
Tags: đĽSMUT, age gap (reader is 27, Eddie is 47), Reader is a brat (Eddie can handle it), fingering, squirting, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap up!!), light degradation, reader has blue hair, reader is a grown-up child star, for the purposes of this fic Corroded Coffin started in the 90s instead of 80s for timeline reasons
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You had no fucking clue what you were doing.Â
It had been two years since youâd put out music. Two. Years. Thatâs enough time for a personâs relevance to crawl into a hole and die, which is something you had been strongly considering doing for the duration of those two years.Â
It was a tale as old as time- child star grows up. Child star is not a child anymore, but the world only wants the star to be a child, so if the star wants to keep being a star, they do not. grow. up.Â
But you grew up, and guess what happened?Â
The world hated you for it.Â
So you stopped trying to be a star. Youâd dropped off the face of the earth and deleted every social media app from your phone. Youâd bought a house in the mountains, and thanks to modern technologies like Amazon and DoorDash, you basically never had to leave. It was a little scary how easily you had become a hermit living in a cabin in the woods. Your life quickly became a never ending cycle of reading, binge-watching tv, and dying/cutting your hair whenever the mood struck (The latest spontaneous color change had left you with a surprisingly pretty shade of faded blue).
It was easy, running away⌠until it caught up with you.
After all, at your core you had always been a performer. From your first audition at five years old to your big break at twelve, to the first album youâd put out on your television networkâs record label- you had always been a person who had something to say and craved an audience to hear it. When your audience had turned on you, it had jolted your rhythm enough that you forgot the words to a song youâd been singing as long as you could remember.Â
It had taken you a couple years, but eventually you figured out that when you play the same song on repeat for long enough, it gets old.Â
So you wrote a new song.Â
To be more precise, you wrote a whole album. Literally.Â
Some of the songs were composed, some still needed a tune, but the message of the album was clear: Iâm not that little girl on your TV screen anymore. You donât have to like it, but you sure as hell canât change it.Â
The minute youâd figured that out, youâd called your team. Once they understood the direction your career was headed, they helped get everything in order for your re-entry into the fray that had driven you out in the first place.Â
There was only one part of the album that made you nervous.Â
I know two years doesnât seem like that long, your agent had said, but the public eye doesnât have a very impressive attention span. You only have half of the album composed, right? This is the perfect opportunity to make the other half of the songs collaborations with artists that are in the public eye!Â
The idea made sense. Their popularity helps you, and if the songs go over well, then it helps the other artists too. The only issue was that these songs were way more vulnerable than what you used to write⌠hell, half the songs youâd recorded before your hiatus were written by whatever run of the mill joe schmo had gotten the kid-friendly execsâ stamp of approval. Even when youâd split from the network after turning twenty-three, youâd kept your songs strictly PG-rated since you knew the majority of your audience were minors. These new songs, thoughâŚÂ
You werenât an idiot. The themes of these songs were not subtle. Anyone who listened to these new songs was going to see a side of you that wasnât all that pretty. Were you ready for that? Were you ready to bare that darkness to not only the world, but to other artists who meant to help you make music out of it?
Your anxiety about the album had gotten even worse when your agent had given you the list of potential collaborators.
 One song that you were particularly proud of called âEat Meâ had some very metal undertones to it, so youâd told your agent that youâd like to collaborate with a metal band or artist to compose the music that would match the lyrics. Almost immediately, your agent had suggested a collaboration with Corroded Coffin.
The band had been HUGE when you were a kid, topping charts throughout your childhood and making a name for themselves as one of the most culturally relevant turn-of-the-century metal bands. Even now, they were a household name. Your older brother had been a huge fan, so youâd actually listened to their music quite a lot growing up. They werenât some random collaboration- if Corroded Coffin read your lyrics (which were basically your soul laid out on display) and thought they were shit? It might just send you spiraling right back to your cabin in the mountains.Â
You had been equal parts thrilled and terrified when your agent told you theyâd agreed to collaborate on the song.
Currently, you were sitting in your home-away-from-home, a cozy apartment that you rented on a month-to-month basis whenever you needed to be in New York, which just so happened to be where Eddie Munson, lead singer/guitarist of Corroded Coffin had asked to meet with you. It was your album, so you had invited him to come to your place and discuss his ideas for the song. You shifted nervously on your couch and glanced at the time on your phone. He was ten minutes late- that shouldnât bother you, a lot of musicians had a habit of running late. Just because you didnât subscribe to that stereotype didnât mean you had to judge him for doing the opposite.Â
When you finally heard the buzz of your doorbell, you practically hopped off the couch. You peeped through the little door viewer to catch a glimpse before you had to look one of your childhood heroes in the eye. You⌠you hadnât been adequately prepared to see this.Â
Eddie Munson had been attractive in his hay day- you could admit that. Youâd seen the pictures of him on their album covers, the press photos, the magazines⌠he had always been cute in a scruffy sort of way. You hadnât bothered Googling what he looked like now, which you were currently regretting since you had not been adequately prepared for the father of all DILFs to be standing on your doorstep.Â
After doing some quick math, you came to the conclusion that Eddie Munson must be in his mid to late forties at this point. His hair was still long and curly and thick as hell, but you noticed other details that you distinctly remembered were not present on the album covers you remember from your brotherâs CD collection- dark, whiskery shadow along his cheeks and jawline. Tattoos creeping up from the collar of the crew neck shirt he wore, as well as every inch of his arms. A nose ring. Smile lines. Soft creases forming between thick brown eyebrows.Â
Eyebrows drawing together in confusion because you werenât opening the door.Â
Shit. You inhaled sharply and hastily made to open the door. Breathe, you instructed yourself, taking a moment to blow out a semi-relaxing breath before turning the doorknob and plastering on your best entertainment industry smile.
âHi!â you said, a little too peppy- you knew you sounded too peppy because the rockstar in front of you actually flinched when your high-pitched sorority girl voice slapped him in the face. âSorry, I think Iâm a little caffeine-riddled, I just finished my third cup of coffee.â You said apologetically, swinging the door open wider for him to step through the threshold into your apartment.Â
âToo many frappuccinos there, huh popstar?â His voice⌠if it hadnât been so condescending, you might have melted on the spot. Your pride, however, had to argue with your clenching thighs.Â
âUhm, no-â you laughed, keeping your voice airy as you shut the door and leaned back on it to ensure it was closed. â-just cold brew, rockstar.â You couldnât help but add that quip at the end, seeing how he had just called you popstar like it was the same as calling someone a pussy or a wimp. What was his deal?
He looked at you with a raised eyebrow, arms crossed over his chest, and then turned back as if you hadnât said anything at all. He simply sauntered through the hallway to your living room, where you had laid all the necessary materials for your composing process across the coffee table- but he wasnât looking at that. He seemed to be inspecting your walls, the decor, the old pictures that sat in frames on your floating shelves, the records you had displayed above your turntable. His eyes surveyed everything like he was a judge at a fucking science fair, and your heart was starting to race as you started to irrationally wonder if you fell short of his expectations or something.
âAhem,â you cleared your throat to get his attention.Â
He turned to face you, irritation flashing across his expression like a cloud blowing past the sun. You took a breath. Calm down, you chided yourself mentally, heâs probably just a prick, donât take it personally. Be professional.Â
âCan I get you something to drink?â You chirped politely, to which he smirked and shook his head.
âDonât trouble yourself, sweetheart.âÂ
You bristled; sweetheart? Who did he think he was, Don Draper? Was this the 1950âs? Were you his fucking secretary? Your blood pressure rose by the second.Â
âHm.â you respond, chewing your lip to keep a snarky response to yourself. âWell, we can go ahead and get started if you want.â You gestured to the pages strewn across the coffee table. Notebook pages with your lyrics written out in black pen, empty pages of sheet music that you planned to fill out with a melody to coincide with your words as the morning went on. Your acoustic guitar sat securely in its stand beside the couch, eagerly awaiting your hands to make the message in your music come alive.
Munson sunk into the cushions of your leather couch, manspreading enough to make you feel like a guest in your own apartment. His forearms rested on the thighs of his ripped charcoal jeans as he surveyed the pages before him. He grabbed the notebook page full of lyrics first, chuckling when he saw the title.Â
âEat Me, huh?â he raised an eyebrow at you, and the way he was holding the page between the two of you left only the top half of his face visible from where you sat. You noted that Eddie Munson had extremely expressive eyes. âThatâs a pretty evocative title for such a squeaky-clean âlil diva.â
Your brow furrowed. âThatâs kind of the point.â Using your pointer finger to pull the page down, the bottom half of the rockstarâs face coming into view and spiking your blood pressure again when you saw that fucking smirk still on his face.Â
Thatâs it. This guy is an ass.
âMaybe my agent didnât accurately portray my vision for this album,â you said, struggling to grit out the words without coming across angry. âIf thatâs the case, Iâm very sorry we got our wires crossed.âÂ
Ready to listen, Munson leaned back into your couch and crossed one booted foot over his knee, an arm thrown across the top of your couch cushions. The picture of nonchalance.Â
Cocky bastard.Â
âIâm not sure if youâre aware, but I havenât put any music out in over two years.â you began. âThis isnât just a new album for me- it's more like a debut album for the new direction I want to take my career in. Up until now, Iâve been portraying a very different side of myself thatâŚif Iâm being honest, it wasnât really me. It was childish and immature and IâŚâÂ
You huffed out a heavy, frustrated sigh. â-I canât do it anymore, I canât keep being a kid, Iâm twenty-fucking-seven years old, for godâs sake.â the rockstarâs eyebrows jumped up at hearing your expletive, obviously amused.
What the fuck? Here you were, being vulnerable with a complete stranger, and he thought it was amusing? You half expected him to laugh, but you brushed past it and decided to ignore this asshole being even more of an asshole.Â
âWhat Iâm trying to say is this is a very personal album for me. Itâs very different from what Iâve been putting out, and that is very much the point. Does that make sense?âÂ
You watched as he slowly nodded his head, mulling over your words. âSoâŚitâs like a coming of age thing?â he ventured, âLike, âlittle girlâs all grown up and sexy nowâ all that?â his mouth turned up at one corner. âHow very Miley Cyrus of you, sweetheart.â
You scoffed, physically recoiling a bit. âAre you being serious right now?â you balked.Â
He shrugged.Â
Oh, you fumed, that is it. Fuck this guy.
You stood from the couch, finally snapping after holding yourself back from giving this asshat a piece of your mind. âWhat is your problem?â Munsonâs smirk faded a bit, but his smug air remained intact as he stared up at you.Â
âLook sweetheart-â
âNo.â you cut him off, stopping him with a hand in the air. âStop calling me sweetheart like you know me or like that isnât a condescending fucking way to speak to someone. You have done nothing but talk down to me since you walked through that door, so no, you do not get to talk to me like that, I donât care how famous you are.â
There wasnât a trace of a smile on his face now, and you took pride in that. Maybe there was a conscience in there somewhere that was telling him I told you so right now.
You took the page from his hands and held it up for emphasis. âIf you had just read my fucking song before making assumptions, then maybe you would have understood that this song is actually a social commentary on people like you who assume the direct trajectory of a child starâs career is to go from cute and childish to sexy âgirls gone wildâ or whatever the fuck.â you spat, practically shaking the paper in your hand. âIâm allowed to grow into whoever I damn well please, and thatâs exactly what this song is about. If I want to write a song about sex- and Iâve written a few, theyâre on the fucking album- Iâll write them because thatâs what I want to write! Iâm not doing it for shock value or because I like attention; hell, Iâve been a literal hermit in the woods for two years, I donât give a fuck about attention!â
You finally paused to breathe, and you knew your eyes must look absolutely insane because the man before you genuinely looked terrified.Â
Steeling yourself, you inhaled and exhaled slowly, attempting to push down some of that hysteria. âSorry.â you bit, âDidnât mean to unload all that on you. Itâs just⌠this song is a part of me, and you just belittled it without even reading past the title.â You looked him directly in those big brown eyes and thought- hoped- for a second that you saw understanding in his gaze. âThat was shitty. Iâm not letting other people make me feel like shit anymore.âÂ
When you were finished, silence took over. It settled over the room like a reprieve from a short but heavy rainfall before the sun showed itself again. Suddenly, Eddie Munson stood from your couch and marched to your door, letting himself out with a sharp click of your doorknob latching closed.Â
Okay. That went well. The lead singer of one of the most famous metal bands just came to your apartment, got yelled at, and ran away. You were just starting to ponder how you would explain this one to your publicist before you heard a knock at your door. Tentatively, you opened it- you didnât need to look through the peephole to know who it was.Â
Eddie Munson stood at your door wearing an expression that you hadnât seen yet today- he looked open, compassionate, and sorry. One hand in his pocket with the other outstretched, tattoos winding up the expanse of skin, rings glinting light from the sconces on either side of your door. He was offering his hand.Â
Smiling slightly, you accepted his gesture. You grasped his ink-scarred hand, feeling the cold metal of his rings press against your skin as you shook it. âItâs lovely to meet you-â he said your name softly, and you realized that when he had entered your apartment earlier, you hadnât even exchanged pleasantries. Hadnât introduced yourselves, almost as if fame got rid of the need for normal human introductions. Now, here he was, remedying that.
âItâs nice to finally meet you, Mr. Munson,â you said, voice less chipper than it had been when the two of you originally stood in these same spots. âIâm a huge fan.âÂ
He winced at âMr.â, clapping his other hand over yours tightly. âPlease, for the love of god, donât call me Mr. Munson.â his big brown eyes pleaded with you. âCall me Eddie.â
Your smile widened as you nodded. âEddie.â you repeated. âIs this you telling me weâre starting over?âÂ
He let go of your hand, and you felt a sudden chill as the warmth of his skin left yours. âIf thatâs alright with you?â he replied softly, turning up the end of his sentence like a question.Â
Instead of saying yes, you simply stepped back to make room for him in your hallway. With a pleasant grin on your lips, you gestured for him to step inside. âLetâs get started, then.â
After sitting down on the couch once more, Eddie took the sheet of notebook paper on which youâd scrawled a part of your soul written in verse and began to read intently. Leaving him to digest the song completely (also because you felt awkward sitting there in silence as he read your work) you left to grab two water bottles from the kitchen. When you returned, he had already grabbed a fresh sheet of notebook paper and begun jotting down notes.Â
You placed the bottles on coasters, bracing yourself for the criticism that you knew was coming-
âYou were right.â
Huh?Â
You craned your neck to see what he had written on the notebook paper. âAbout what?â
With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Eddie yanked the paper out of your line of sight. âAbout this song, itâs completely different from what Iâd assumed you would write. Actually,â he grinned. â-itâs kinda fucking metal.â
You smiled, once again reaching for the page. âThen let me see what you wrote-â
âIâm not finished yet, keep your panties on.â
The two of you worked for hours that afternoon, Eddie suggesting lines and chords as you wrote corresponding notes and chords on your sheet music. It didnât take long for you to grab the acoustic guitar and begin strumming out portions of the song until it was finished.
Both of you agreed it was something to be proud of.
âHey, uh,â Eddie stuttered before exiting your apartment that evening, when you were both happy with the work youâd done for the day. âI hope you know how sorry I am for being such an ass when I got here earlier-â
You shrugged, any traces of anger melted away at this point. âEh.â you smirked. âYou made up for it. That song might be my favorite on the album now, honestly, I meant it when I said I was a fan of yours- wouldnât have trusted it with anyone else.â
He smiled at you warmly. âIâm honored to have such a talented fan.â The door was open, but he wasnât leaving yet. Instead, Eddie stood with his tattooed arms crossed over his chest leaning his weight to one shoulder against the doorway. âI mean it though, youâre a talented songwriter. If you want to collaborate on any other songs, just say the word and Iâm back here.â
You quirked an eyebrow. âAre you serious?â
He nodded, âDead serious.â
Smiling excitedly, you ran to your notebook, flipping through the pages until you found what you were looking for. You looked up at Eddie, a knowing grin on your lips. âRemember those songs about sex I mentioned?â
***
The original plan for your album had been to collaborate with multiple artists for about fifty percent of your album, while the other fifty percent would only feature you. What ended up happening was slightly different.
The more songs Eddie saw, the more passionate he became about the message you were working to convey through your lyrics. He ended up reworking every single song with you in a completely collaborative process, where he never overstepped, never tried to take over- simply understood what you were trying to say and added the extra âoomphâ each song had been needing to truly become what you had envisioned.Â
âI feel like I really canât just call this my album now, Eddie, youâve contributed way more to this to just be credited as a featured artist-â
Youâd first voiced concerns about how to credit Eddie in the album a few days into your songwriting spree. It became an easy routine, Eddie would come over first thing in the morning, and the two of you would sit in your living room working through your songs and ordering takeout until the sun set.Â
âWell itâs not a collaboration album with Corroded Coffin,â Eddie had replied, sticking a bite of noodles into his mouth. The two of you had been seated at your kitchen table, white boxes of Chinese food, napkins, and torn chopstick wrappers decorating the space between you. âThose fuckers havenât even met you, they donât get credit for anything they ainât playing on.âÂ
âBut Iâm talking about you.â you pushed, âIf we keep going the way weâve been, youâre going to be a vital part of the composition for every track on this album! Iâm not going to let you avoid credit for that.â you gazed at him, unable to hide the admiration youâd begun to feel for the artist at your table. âLet me list you as a composer for every track you help me with. We already know you and your band will be featured on Eat Me and Freak, so obviously youâll be credited for thoseâŚâÂ
As you continued to ramble on about how Eddie would be credited for each and every song lyric he suggested, he got distracted looking at the way your hair glinted slightly different shades of blue in the sunlight that filtered in through your balcony window. His eyes followed the light along your skin, taking in the way it glistened off the dewey shine on your cheekbone, how it shone directly into the corner of your eye so that colors he had never noticed were brought to the surface of your irisesâŚ
This wasnât the first time that Eddie had gotten distracted watching you rant about something you were passionate about. He knew he was supposed to be listening, that it was very important that he knew what your songs were about, that he understood the details of your plans for the album so that you wouldnât have to repeat yourself later- but dammit, you were just so pretty. Really fucking pretty, it was hard for him not to get distracted. Initially, this whole collaboration had just been something that Eddieâs publicist had suggested for getting the newer generation listening to Corroded Coffin in time for their new album to drop at the end of the summerl, so when Eddie had first waltzed into your apartment heâd been expecting a kid; an innocent, teeny-bopper sort of persona. He hadnât expected a loud, firecracker of a woman with hair the color of his old denim jacket.Â
Eddie wasnât an idiot. He was well aware that he was old enough to be your father. You were what- twenty-seven? Twenty-eight? Definitely under thirty. And here he was, pushing forty-seven with a salt and pepper shadow on his jawline. The hair on his head hadnât started graying yet (he dreaded the day that he would have to use *gulp* hair dye) but he knew it was only a matter of time. For him to be ogling you like this? It would probably make you uncomfortable if you knew how often his eyes forgot to look away when you left the room. What was that old saying? Hate to see you go, love to watch you leave-
âEddie?âÂ
Shit. Heâd missed an entire conversation, hadnât he?
He gave you his best apologetic smile, which didnât work at all. You sighed, hanging your head low exasperatedly. âYou didnât hear a word of that did you?â
âNot a word, zoned out.âÂ
You threw a fortune cookie at him.
***
You and Eddie didnât see each other for a while after recording the album. Eddie was there with the rest of Corroded Coffin to record the two tracks that they were featured in for the album, but after that plus a few guitar parts Eddie had been kind enough to record for some other songs, the two of you hadnât had a reason to see each other.Â
That was why you were so nervous for tonight.Â
After working all summer and the better part of the fall, the album was finally finished. Copies of CDs and special edition vinyl were already being shipped out to music stores across the country and set to hit shelves in a week, so tonight was the kickoff event for your publicity tour: you would be joining Corroded Coffin tonight onstage for a surprise performance of Eat Me and  Freak. Tonight was October 31st, and premiering those songs on Halloween with the metal king that helped you make them the masterpieces they were? This was just one of those moments when the stars aligned poetically.
You looked yourself in the mirror, taking a deep breath to calm your nerves before heading to sound check. It had been a couple of months since youâd seen Eddie, but that wouldnât matter, right? Youâd spent a whole week workshopping incredibly personal- in some cases, intimately personal- songs with the guy, so singing onstage with him shouldnât be a big deal. You were a professional, so it didnât matter that you hadnât performed in over two years, you could do this. Never mind the fact that this was the first performance of the rest of your career; never mind that sometimes the way Eddie looked at you make you feel like your knees were about to buckle; never mind that Eddie Munson, rock god and sex symbol of the metal world, was going to be within touching distance the moment you set foot on that stageâŚ
A knock at the door of your tiny dressing room startled you, along with a voice letting you know that sound check was about to begin. Decisively, you grabbed your water bottle and headed to the stage before you could psych yourself out any more.Â
When you got to the stage, Eddie was the first person you laid eyes on. He smiled at you, dark curls flying around his face and forming a sinful-looking halo around his face as he gave you a friendly nod- god, he was gorgeous. Waving back at him, you returned the nod and grinned. You wouldnât be going on until the end of their set, so you situated yourself on an empty stool backstage with a view of the band.Â
Their practice was fascinating to watch, how all four of the band members were so obviously masters of their craft, each ear trained to notice any imperfection in the way their instruments sounded through the stereos. Every once in a while, Eddie would look your way out the corner of his eye, just to check if you were still watching; you always were. Whenever he saw you looking directly at him, never glancing down at your phone or at the other band members (besides the odd look thrown in Gareth Emersonâs direction; the way his curls bounced was honestly hypnotic), heâd hold your eye contact, smirk into the microphone, and continue to belt out the lyrics to his songs with a smidge more cockiness than he had been prior.Â
When the time finally came for you to join them, you took a deep breath and strutted to where Eddie stood in the center of the stage. No one had handed you a mic, so you werenât sure where you were supposed to stand until Eddie moved aside to make room for you at his mic stand.Â
You looked questioningly at Eddie. âYou donât need your mic?â
He chuckled, placing a hand on the small of your back as he put his lips to your ear. You figured he was just trying to avoid the mic picking up his voice, but the hand on your back⌠that was new. Was this a move? Was Eddie Munson making a move? On you?
Oh.Â
Thatâs a fun development.Â
âThis oneâs all you, darlinâ.â Eddie said, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. âIâll stay out of your way. Also-â He pulled away enough to look you in the eyes, and your lips must have been a little too close to the mic because it picked up your fucking gasp. You jerked your head away from the mic, cursing yourself for being so nervous.Â
Eddie definitely noticed, but all he did was chuckle, still staring at you with giant doe eyes framed by smile lines and bushy brown eyebrows. â-itâs good to see you, popstar.â There was no condescension in his tone this time; all you could find in his gaze was kind, genuine joy that you were here, and you couldnât help but smile back.Â
Confidently, you gripped the mic with both hands, smirking at Eddie through your side eye. You didnât bother leaning away from the mic when you replied, sprinkling sultry into your voice. If Eddie Munson was trying to drop a hint, you wanted him to know you were receiving it.
âItâs good to see you too, rockstar.â
***
Mic check went flawlessly, which meant it was time for you and the band to eat in the green room while fans began lining up outside the venue, waiting for the doors to open.Â
You had a couple drinks with the band while biding your time before you had to get dressed for the show. Much to your delight, Eddie never left your side the whole time. You had been close to him in your living room day after day when youâd worked on your songs, but this was different; you kept noticing little glances and touches that spoke louder than words- how his hands lingered longer than expected, never missing a chance to touch your arm or place a hand on your back to guide you as you walked. How his eyes were most focused whenever he was looking at you, and he never seemed to give you passing glances- every look he gave you was intense and purposeful, it made you shiver in a very good way. When he and the band left to get ready for showtime, he took a moment to check on how you were before leaving to go to his dressing room.Â
âYou nervous?â he asked. There wasnât any judgment there, just concern for you.Â
âYes,â you admitted, âBut I think Iâve got it.â
Eddie smiled widely, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and squeezing you tightly. âOh I know youâve got it, angel.â
You caught his wrist, holding it to your shoulder before he could retract it. Turning to him, you batted your eyes a bit before raising an eyebrow. âAngel, huh?â
Eddie inclined his head, eyes narrowing flirtatiously. âWhat, should I switch back to sweetheart?â
You smirked. âOnly if you wanna make me mad.â
It took everything in you not to shrink back from him as he leaned forward, practically glowering over you. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but must have decided against it. You saw his tongue poke into the inside of his cheek as he nodded to himself, eyes narrowing further as if he were having a whole conversation within his head that you werenât privy to. Finally, he gave your shoulder a gentle squeeze and you let him go, staring at him with every ounce of confidence you could muster.Â
â...Iâll remember that, popstar.â he said, voice low and gravelly and sure to throw you into a coma if he said the right words with that voice at the right time. You didnât let him see how much he was affecting you, though- save for a little grin that you couldnât hide as he smirked at you and walked away.
When he exited the green room- and you were sure you were alone- you finally let out a breath that youâd been holding for what seemed like entire minutes. You grabbed your drink, chugging down the rest of your liquid courage in the hopes that it might also cool you down a bit.Â
***
The cheers from the crowd were deafening, and the gravity of what was about to happen was starting to get to you.Â
Corroded Coffin was about to start the song that would be your cue to join them. You stood in the wings like you had during sound check, this time fussing over your outfit to ensure every piece was in place. The fact that it was Halloween combined with the tone of your new album had influenced your wardrobe choice for the evening- ripped black jeans that were more rip than jean, a strappy black bustier top with a plethora of silver buckles that decorating the surface of your bodice where the sides attached at your sternum, fishnet fingerless gloves, and your favorite part of the outfit: the biggest platform boots youâd ever owned. You remembered seeing them and falling in love immediately with the straps that decorated the entirety of the shoe, as well as the silver buckles on each strap that matched your top like a dream. Paired with your blue hair, you looked strikingly goth and nearly unrecognizable from the girl your fans remembered.Â
When Eddie announced you onstage, you had to take a deep breath before joining him out there. Slow inhale, slow exhale⌠and then you were overtaken with hot stage lights.
Out on the stage, you could really take in the size of this crowd- it was far larger than what you were used to, and when they realized who you were, they went wild. You couldnât help but be intimidated until you felt Eddieâs hand gently grounding you as it ghosted the skin on your back.
His lips tickled your ear as he leaned in and whispered in your ear out of range from the mic, âKnock âem dead, sweetheart.âÂ
You felt a flare of indignation intertwined with delight, and you couldnât help but laugh a little evilly into the mic at this little shit of a rockstar.
 He did that on purpose.Â
You looked at him with the biggest smirk on your face, and it matched the smug, sultry grin on his. Silently, he nodded at the audience as if to say âWell? Theyâre waiting.â
You looked over your shoulder at Jeff on the bass, nodded, and right on cue as Jeff began the first note of the song, the entire stage was flooded with scarlet light.Â
***
Eddie could tell you were nervous. Flirting with you probably wasnât helping, and for all he knew, he might even be making you uncomfortable.Â
HoweverâŚ
Over the years, Eddieâs gotten more perceptive when it came to the subtleties of body language. He didnât miss the fact that youâd been leaning into every touch he ghosted over your skin, no matter how overt or fleeting those touches might have been. Heâd seen the change in your eye contact when it lingered a little longer than necessary- that shift from attentive to intrigued, even a little wanting at times.Â
The only question was what you wanted, and Eddie was really hoping it was him.
As he watched you take his place at the mic, standing monochrome in scarlet light, he bit his lip as he tried to hold back the salacious grin that slid across his lips; he was unsuccessful.Â
Eddie hit his guitar part easily as you purred the lyrics that the two of you had slaved over into your microphone.Â
Be more predictable
Be less political
Not too original
Keep to tradition, but stay individual
Thrusting ever so slightly with his warlock, Eddie channeled the rage and rebellion of your lyrics into every word, smirking with the next few lines- they had been one of the first additions to the song that heâd made, and you more than did them justice.Â
Dirty but washable
Winning but stoppable
All that Iâm hearing is
You wanna make the impossible possible
Even though youâd been nervous earlier, it looked like youâd been able to shake it all off. Confidence was rolling off you like waves, strength in your comfort onstage practically seeping out of your pores. Eddie felt proud, yes, but mostly? He was turned the fuck on by it. His eyes never left you as you carefully removed the mic from its stand and leisurely strode to the edge of the stage as you sang the next lines, punctuating the last with a little shake of your head and a comically disgusted wrinkle of your nose.
Is this what youâd all prefer?
Would you like me better if I was still her?
Did she make your mouths water?
Ugh.
Just like youâd practiced, flashing white lights littered the stage right on cue when the drums opened up the chorus, and you belted those lyrics with all the anger and exasperation that he knew youâd felt when youâd written them. You were a force to be reckoned with- this was that girl heâd met when heâd walked into your apartment acting like a jackass; this was the firecracker of a woman who wasnât afraid to tell him exactly what she thought.Â
I know the part Iâve played before
I know the shit that Iâve ignored
I know the girl that you adored
Sheâs dead, itâs time to fucking mourn
I canât spoon-feed you anymore
I canât spoon-feed you anymore
Dinnerâs served, itâs on the floor
I canât spoon-feed you anymore
You dropped to a crouch, for the end of the chorus, legs bent but spread slightly, and flashing lights glinted off the metal buckles of your platform boots. Your voice ripped from your chest as you belted into the mic.
Youâll have to eat me as I am
Youâll have to eat me as I am
Eddie was incredibly grateful for the crouch youâd dropped into, because it gave him a view of your ass that was so perfect, he actually groaned. Swooned, practically. Thank god you had his mic and the music was loud enough that no one noticed. He hoped. However, anyone with eyes could probably see that he was basically undressing you with his gaze right now, so he really needed to get it together unless he wanted to be on a front page tomorrow for the wrong reasons. He cringed, imagining the headline Munson Ogles Popstar Half His Age. Mid-Life Crisis? Yeah. His publicist would love that one.Â
You stood back up, stalking the edge of the stage as you sang the second verse. When you were about halfway through, you turned to look over your shoulder at Eddie, and it just about knocked the breath from his lungs. Your eyes- lined in black and zeroing in on him like something out of his metalhead fantasies- smoldered like embers on the edge of a cigarette as you sang the second half of the verse to him.Â
Longer hair and tighter clothes
Would you like me better if I didnât oppose?
Silver platters, pretty bowsâŚ
You were at his side now, turned sideways from the crowd so you were facing him as he turned to face you in tandem. About a foot away from each other, the only thing between you was his guitar, thankfully big enough to hide the way his hard-on was quickly growing harder with every moment you looked at him with those eyes.Â
Your expression shifted, eyes rolling as you threw your head back in mock boredom, amping the lines up to the extreme. As you lifted your head back up, you looked at him with the brattiest fucking face Eddie had ever seen as you delivered the final line of the verse into the mic.
âŚFuck.Â
And then you smirked, tip of your tongue peeking out of your lips and you winked at him.Â
Fucking. Winked.Â
Ohhhhhh, you were doing this on purpose. You had to be.Â
And Eddie couldnât do shit about it, because you were in the middle of a performance, on stage, jumping around in platform boots and screaming the chorus into your mic like fucking banshee. So he channeled every ounce of sexual frustration into shredding the fuck out of his guitar and staring you down, salivating at the way you blazed on that stage like a witch at the stake. Then, about halfway through that chorus, at the edge of the stage and working the crowd for all they could give you, Eddie just about had a heart attack.
Because you dropped to your fucking knees.
You let the music take control of you, screaming âI canât spoon-feed you anymoreâ into the mic, you dropped down to one knee followed by the other as you delivered the final lines before Eddieâs solo.
Youâll have to eat me as I am
Youâll have to eat me as I am
You held your last note long and loud, widening your knees and leaning into a backbend that didnât stop until your upper back touched the stage behind you. Eddie was amazed that he was even able to remember his part when you were in front of him doing that. Jesus Christ.
Eddie continued to play, and he saw you crane your neck just in time to make eye contact with him as you delivered the next line of the song. You brought the mic to your lips, your knees still spread open and your spine deliciously arched.
Choke on it!
GodâŚyou were gonna kill him.Â
You pushed yourself back into a kneeling position, facing the audience. As Eddieâs guitar solo became more complex, and his playing more impressive, your jaw dropped as you looked to the audience and fanned yourself, as if you were all sharing a joint reaction of âwow, are you guys hearing this too?!â. Eyes crinkling from your smile, you brought the mic to your mouth again.Â
Choke on it!
Once you were back on your feet, you stood at ease in the center of the stage as you waited out Eddieâs solo. When he finished, you stared down the crowd as you delivered the last chorus. At this point, Eddie could see some of the spectators mouthing the words along with you, and his chest swelled with pride at your ability to win over a crowd that hadnât even been expecting you on stage. Hell, knowing his fans, most of them were probably older than you by several years, and yet here they were singing your song.Â
When you drew your first breath after the final note, the crowd went wild. He expected you to be staring at them, soaking up the energy of a satisfied throng of fans, but no- immediately, your eyes were on him, an ear-to-ear smile stretching across your face. You had just absolutely killed your first song performed in two years, and you wanted to share your joy with him before you shared it with anyone else.Â
Eddie couldnât help but mirror your smile- it was the least he could do, after the way you just made his heart swell to triple its usual size. He took a few steps over to where Jeff stood with his bass, nodding to the mic in a silent question, to which Jeff gladly stepped aside.Â
âIf this is what happens when you take a two-year hiatus,â Eddie said slyly into the mic, âthen maybe you should do it more often, rockstar.â
The crowd cheered again, and you looked caught off guard by his calling you rockstar instead of popstar. To Eddie, it made perfect sense- tonight, there was nothing pop about you. You were rock & roll incarnate, his equal in every single way. You took a few steps back until you and he were the same distance from the edge of the stage, and as long as he was speaking, your eyes never left him.
âSo Iâve been working with this absolute badass on an album- well no, Iâm giving myself way too much credit, she wrote an album, I plucked a few guitar strings, yada yada yada-â You giggled as Eddie reminded the crowd of your name, loud and clear, so they knew who to look up on Spotify later. â-anyway, her album drops in a week, that last song you heard was calledâŚâ
Eddie looked at you with expectant eyes and a devilish smile. He wanted to hear you say it. Just for fun. He enjoyed being a little shit.Â
You smirked into your mic. âEat Me.âÂ
The crowd cheered again, all it took was hearing you say two little words. Eddie knew the feeling. Â
âWeâve got one more before our lovely guest has to leave the stage, and this one is my personal favorite off the album.â Eddie started warming up with a couple chords from the song before adding, âThis is Freak.â
You had replaced the mic into its stand at center stage, which was where Eddie headed to meet you. During sound check, you had asked him if he would need his own mic for this one, but Eddie- selfishly- had said it was no problem, and he didnât mind sharing. That was a drastic understatement though, since he would happily leap at any excuse to have his lips close to yours in any capacity at all.Â
You smiled at him, and you were doing that thing again- that thing where you looked at him like you were giving him a dare. That thing where you touched the tip of your tongue to your upper lip.Â
Eddie wanted to bite that lip.
Instead, he smoldered down at you as he began the opening chords to Freak.Â
***
You may not have been sure about Eddieâs feelings before tonight, but you were now.Â
He wanted you. Bad. So bad, you felt high off the lust that was rolling off the man beside you.Â
You could tell by the way he was looking at you that he wanted to do so many things to you here and now, but due to the giant crowd before you that wasnât an option. The power trip of knowing that every move you made was driving him crazy and he couldnât do shit about it made you feel bratty as fuck, and you channeled every ounce of that into each word of your next song.Â
Pinch me, singe me, inch me to the edge
Your eyes fluttered shut as you let the sultry lyrics take over, arms bending as you brought them up to dance above your head as you stretched your neck back. Your pose mimicked the way you might have stretched across a bed, arching your back slightly in a way that you knew would make Eddieâs mind wander to all the right places.Â
Prod me, laud me, ungodly but heaven-sent
As the tempo picked up for the bridge, your lips brushed the mic and you bounced slightly to the beat. Looking up at Eddie, you felt your chest tighten when you saw how blown his pupils were as they zeroed in on you. There was nothing silly or flirty in his gaze now- this was lust, want, need⌠it was predatory in a way that made you shiver.
Get your tickets to the freak show, baby
Step right up to watch the freak go crazy.
Eddieâs guitar launched into the chorus with you, both of your mouths breaking your little standoff by smiling because you couldnât help yourselves- performing together, this close, singing lyrics that the two of you connected with- you were having so much fun.Â
Am what I am and what I am is a piece of meat
Take a bite just to watch me bleed
Freak
Say what you want and what you want is behind your teeth
Ainât gotta spell it out for me
Freak
Now Eddieâs lips were the ones on the mic, his throaty voice tearing through the air in a way that made you stop short from its power alone. He sang the first two lines on his own-
Bait me, you can cage me
Even plate me, I donât care
You joined him for the bridge on one side of the mic while his mouth remained in place at the other, and his voice dropped down to his chest to create a sound that was more growl than song. He sounded demonic, feral- damn, you wanted to jump his bones right now.Â
Get your tickets to the freak show, baby
Step right up to watch the freaks go crazy
As you both sang the chorus together this time, your eye contact across the microphone was charged with feelings reflected as though you were looking in a mirror. Anticipation for what would happen after this show was building with every lyric, and as he growled his lines into the mic you wondered what the headline would be if you stuck your tongue down his throat right now.Â
Unfortunately, that wasnât how you wanted to start this next leg of your career- at least publicly. Different time, different place. Like, say, in about thirty minutes. In your dressing room. Against a wall, preferably.
When you finished the chorus, Eddie shredded through his guitar solo like a bat out of hell, even improvised a scream into the mic that made your jaw drop yet again. Upon hearing it, you couldnât help but let out a surprised laugh, hopping up and down in your platform boots and headbanging along with him. After heâd finished, you took hold of the mic stand with both hands and began chanting repeating lines that would take you through to the next chorus before ending the song.Â
Came from the trauma, stayed for the drama
You sang the line twice before Eddie joined you for the third and fourth repetition, that deep, ripping croon tearing its way through his throat and out of his plush pink lips less than an inch from yours. You wanted to turn your head and look at him so badly, but you were so close that youâd be locking lips if you did.Â
As you both sang the final chorus, you pulled back just enough for your gazes to meet; you were rewarded with lust blown umber eyes, sweat-soaked curls framing a face as timeless as music itself, and a grin that sparked pure joy in your very soul.Â
If this guy can fuck, you might just fall for him.Â
Eddie prompted the audience to cheer for you one more time after the song was over, shooting you a smile as he brought you in for a friendly hug. He was in front of thousands; you knew his hands would remain in strictly G-rated areas (unfortunately), but he did whisper in your ear out of range from the mic.Â
âWait for me in your dressing room.â
Bingo.Â
You thought about following his lead- waiting patiently in your dressing room for him to finish up his show then have his way with you- but you had a better idea. You tilted your head up quickly to bring your lips up to his ear, your clear lip gloss catching its shell.
âIâm gonna keep watching you in the wings- you can do whatever you want after that.âÂ
Your eyes met as you pulled away, and you let yourself revel for a moment at the way he looked at you- like he wanted to, wellâŚeat you. Eyes so dark they were almost black under the stage lights, he shook his head slightly in disbelief. Again, you felt that familiar rush of adrenaline from driving him crazy when he couldnât do a fucking thing about it; you were beginning to think you might be addicted.
As Corroded Coffin finished their set, you stayed offstage and did exactly what you said you would- you watched Eddie every second. You were like a sponge soaking up every flip of his hair, every deft movement of his fingers as they flew across the frets of his guitar. Every once in a while, his eyes would flick to where you stood, checking to see if you were still there, which of course you were. Each time he saw you, you watched as he shook his head again, or rolled his eyes, or- in one case which almost resulted in you melting into a puddle on the floor- maintaining eye contact as he belted out lyrics to songs he wrote, with a gaze so smoldering it felt as if there were no one in the whole arena but the two of you. With every minute, every note, every song- you felt him spinning a web around you like a spider trapping its prey, and you willingly anticipated the moment he would finally storm off the stage and drink you dry.
And thatâs exactly what he did.
The last song ended, and Eddie wasted no time in ripping his guitar from his torso, handing it to a roadie without a second glance and grabbing you by the hand. You didnât protest as he pulled you into a corner backstage away from any prying eyes. Before you could think a coherent thought besides Wow, Iâm wet, Eddie took both your wrists in his strong, ring-dappled hands and slammed them above your head against the wall. His eyes, black with lust and wolfishly hungry, bored into yours as he used the last ounce of restraint to hold himself back long enough to ask the vital question, âTell me, you want this?â
He bit the words out; growled them into your face as your eyes widened, desire painting your expression a gorgeous shade of pathetic as you nodded desperately. A deep groan sounded from his chest as Eddie pressed his pelvis against yours, and you gasped at how hard he was. âWords, sweetheart, I need you to say it.â
That familiar flare of indignation in your chest mingled with the flames in your core that burned for all he had to give you. Your eyes shifted, screaming rebellion that harmonized with the submission that your body so desperately craved. The corner of your mouth quirked up in a mocking half-smile. âFuck yes, I want it, what do you think I was bouncing around out there for-â
His lips murmured a âFucking Christ,â as he cut your sentence short, smashing his needy mouth against your burgeoning smirk. His arms crumbled as he finally felt the release of his skin on yours, caging you in as his forearms collapsed against the wall, hands still closed around your wrists. His biceps flexed, framing your faces as he all but devoured you in a kiss that was so wanting, so possessive- it claimed you. It ruined all kisses that came before it and would ever follow it.Â
He was ruining you, and you committed the way his whole body covered yours and made you feel both safe and coveted to memory, imprinting it on your mind knowing that you would probably never feel this wanted ever again.Â
Then, just as soon as he was on you, his touch lifted away.Â
A needy whine escaped your lips before you could hold it back. Eddie slotted his tattooed hand into the space where your neck met your jawline, thumb caressing your skin as he smiled sweetly down at you- but his eyes were anything but sweet.
âI gotta go back out for the encore. Go take these off-â you melted into his touch as his other hand played with the buckles at the front of your top. His hand at your neck crept back, taking your chin between his thumb and the middle knuckles of his forefinger as if he were scolding a child.
â-and wait in your dressing room.â
Your eyelids were heavy, and you smirked as you opened your mouth to argue-
âAnd donât fucking argue with me.â
You bit the reply into your bottom lip- you could save the brattiness for later. Just as Eddie had begun to pull away, his eyes dropped to your teeth on your lip and in half a second he was on you again.
He sucked your bottom lip into his mouth, running his tongue along the soft skin before biting down firm enough to set off your mental alarms yet soft enough that you didnât feel any pain from it. He pulled away once more, letting your lip go with a little pop.
âBeen wanting to do that all night.â Eddie said, his shit-eating grin back in full force as he winked at you and jogged back to the stage. You stayed put for a second, smiling like an idiot as you heard the roar of the crowd, imagining what Eddie must look like while he returned to the stage with lips pink and swollen from his attempt at eating you alive. No one would know why he looked out of breath and a little extra happy⌠but you would.Â
Youâd never walked as fast in your life as you did in that moment, making a beeline for your dressing room, fingers already beginning to work on the buckles at your sternum.
***
When Eddie opened the door to your dressing room about ten minutes later, the gigantic grin on his face fell instantly when he saw you lounging on the couch in the same clothes youâd been wearing during sound check, sans your oversized skull sweatshirt. Your black shorts and knit tank top still showed plenty of skin, but he had explicitly told you to take off your clothes and wait for him. You were still in the mood to brat out, apparently.Â
You looked up at him from your phone, smiling sweetly with challenging eyes. âHi.â
Eddie closed the door behind him, leaning against it as it shut. âHi.â he mimicked, crossing his inked forearms over his chest. He stared at you silently, expectantly.
You raised an eyebrow, coyly pretending not to know what he was being so pissy about. âWhat?â
Eddie pushed off the door, walking towards you at a pace that was agonizingly slow. âYou know what.âÂ
You huffed haughtily, looking back at your phone and pretending to be more interested in your screen than the man whoâd had you panting up against a wall ten minutes ago. âWell thatâs a little presumptuous of you, Iâm not a mind reader.â
It didnât take Eddie long to cross the expanse of your tiny dressing room, deftly sliding the phone from your hands and placing it on a low table beside the couch. âShouldâve known you werenât listening earlier,â Eddie tsked and shook his head in disappointment. âI know you were a little distracted back there, sweetheart, but when I told you to take your clothes off, I meant it.â
You sighed as Eddie stared down at you from where he stood, towering over you as you laid back against the couch cushions. His gaze devoured you piece by piece as it roved over your wide eyes, glossy lips- your shoulders still shining from sweat after giving your all to the stage, your chest as it rose and fell with your quickening breath.Â
âWell,â you purred, like a cat who knew they were the center of attention and didnât mind it in the slightest. âYou didnât say not to put on clothes after I took the other ones offâŚâ
As you spoke he leaned forward, placing a knee on the couch between your legs so that your heat was only inches from his thigh. His hands splayed across your rib cage, admiring the stark contrast between his ink-covered hands and your soft, cream-colored shirt. It was thin enough to see⌠wait, were you-?
Eddie smirked, a breathy laugh escaping through his nose as he pulled the fabric taut, confirming his suspicions that yep, you werenât wearing a bra.Â
Oblivious to Eddieâs train of thought, you continued, â...if you wanted me to just wait here for you naked then you shouldâve been more specif-â
Rrrrriiiiipp!
Your jaw dropped, cold air hitting your bare breasts without warning as Eddie tore your shirt open. You squealed, your shocked voice jumping up several octaves. âEddie!â but your eyes told a different story. You were pissed, but the anger you felt was nothing compared to how fucking hot he looked after doing something as dominant and unexpected as ripping your fucking clothes off.Â
He raised his eyebrows, giving you a moment to push him away in case he had gone too far- but you didnât. Instead, you narrowed your eyes up at him and crossed your arms over your bare chest, pressing your cleavage together the way you knew would drive him nuts. âThat was fucking Gucci!â you pouted.
Eddie laughed, taking your crossed arms and shoving them up above your head over the arm of the couch as he mockingly imitated your high-pitched ââThat was fucking Gucci!ââ he lowered himself over you, bringing his face to the hollow of your neck, and you heard him inhale the scent of you from your collarbone to your ear. He wrapped his lips around the underside of your ear and sucked, then bit, savoring your little moan at the sensation. His mouth met your ear as he growled, âWouldnât have happened if youâd just done as you were told, instead of being a little fucking brat.â
Eddie pulled back, sitting up on his knee that was still slotted between your legs as he cupped his hands around your naked breasts. He kneaded them, played with you like he was testing out a brand new toy. He addressed you without looking up into your eyes as he continued to paw at your chest. âYou gonna be a good girl now and do what I tell you to?â
You raised your eyebrows, amused that he expected your submission so quickly. Smugly, you looked up at him through narrowed eyes, placing your hands behind your head like a pillow and sighed petulantly.Â
âFucking bite me.â
His eyes snapped up at you, thick with predatory disbelief at your cheek even when he had you half naked beneath you. Heâd been challenged before, sure- but at this point, when he had his woman pinned down and moaning under him, he was usually the undisputed decision-maker during sex. The smile that bloomed across his lips was devilish, almost like there was a beast within him that had been kept safely under lock and key- until youâd said that.Â
Eddie was on you, grabbing one breast and enveloping the nipple in a harsh suck of his lips, biting down on the little nub hard. You gasped, the sound a lewd, sharp moan that brought out a laugh in him so nefarious it gave you chills. He looked up at you with eyes alight with amusement and feral need that shook you to your core.
âOh, baby-â he laughed, crawling up until his face hovered over yours. â-Iâm gonna have some fucking fun with you.â
Taking your face in his hands, Eddie Munson kissed you like it was what he had been put on Godâs green earth to do. His lips moved against yours with a beautiful mix of urgency and devotion, like you could just tell that right here, right now, there was nothing else he cared about except making sure you knew exactly how badly he wanted- needed- Â to make you his. He slowly lowered the rest of his body until his pelvis was flat against yours, grinding into your clothed heat and exploiting the chink in your brat armor that was the his fucking size.Â
You bucked your hips up into him, craving friction as you moaned into his mouth. Eddie chuckled, stroking your cheek with his thumb. âWhatâs the matter baby, you need something?âÂ
You pouted against him, moving a hand to reach between the two of you and palm him through his jeans, but he knocked your hand out of the way, continuing to dry hump you to insanity. You whined as he bit your pouting lip, sucking it into his mouth before his tongue slipped into yours. It explored you, tasting you as your tongue happily let him in. You felt his hand creep down your torso, giving your abused, bitten tit a little squeeze before traveling further down to the button of your shorts.
He undid the button with ease before you registered that he was taking off your clothes after he had denied you access to do the same to him. âHey,â you panted, reaching for him, âyou first, thatâs not fair. Iâm nearly naked and you havenât even taken off your shirt.â
Eddie chuckled, tilting his head to the side as he feigned confusion. âFair?â he asked, âSince when did you want to play fair?â He reached back down to your shorts, button already undone, and gently pulled down the zipper. âYou were the one out there- as you said- âbouncing aroundâ-â His hands raked up your thighs until they reached the hem of your shorts and slowly tugged them down as you lifted your hips slightly so he could remove them smoothly. Eddie smirked; NOW she does what I want her to do.  â-knowing full well I couldnât do a damn thing about it⌠and that fucking wink-â His eyes rolled back in his head just imagining it. He groaned as he pulled your shorts from your feet and discarded them on the floor. â-what the fuck was that, huh? Trying to get a rise out of me, baby?â
You giggled, bubbly laughter floating into a breathy sigh as Eddieâs finger traced the line of your slit through your panties. âHmmmmm, like it when you call me baby.â you hummed.
 He raised an eyebrow, âOh you do?â His finger traveled up over the fabric, and he chuckled when you bucked up into his touch as the pad of his finger passed over your clit. That finger slipped under the elastic waistband of your panties, pulling it upwards off your skin as far as it could stretch. âYouâre entirely too happy right now,â he stated, matter-of-factly. He let go of the elastic, making you jump with a breathy whimper as it hit your skin with a soft sting. âIâm switching back to sweetheart.â
You whined and he laughed as he continued to play with the elastic on your panties. He stared at them, entranced, before a wolfish grin took up residence on his face. âYou like these?â he asked, and you knew where this was going right away.Â
You rolled your eyes, shaking your head in disbelief. âHow kind of you to ask this time.âÂ
The grin grew, and he took the crotch of your panties into his fist, grabbing the fabric above it with his other hand to do the same. You ground your hips against his knuckles as they brushed your pussy, already soaked and eager for any friction you could get. âYeah, you know what,â he voiced, as if he were simply thinking out loud. âI donât really care if you like them or not.âÂ
And with that, another article of clothing was ripped to shreds by Eddie Munson and his stupid, tattooed, ring-covered, sexy-as-fuck hands.Â
This time you couldnât even be offended; you were just fucking feral at this point. While he was still distracted by your panties, you quickly shoved yourself up to a kneeling position, startling him enough that he moaned into the fervent kiss that crashed into his mouth. The two of you knelt on the couch cushions, hands grabbing at fabric desperately in a quest to make your skin connect at every square inch you had. Eddie allowed you to pull his shirt over his head, and the shallow breath you had left was instantly knocked from your lungs when you took in the ink that decorated his torso. Some tattoos were old and faded almost blue, while others looked newer- song lyrics, mythical creatures, hellish images adorned his skin like a tapestry that belonged in a museum- but it was here, under your hands. All for you. You couldnât hold yourself back from bending down a little lower, sliding your tongue up his sternum over the masterpieces scarred into his skin and licking a long, broad stripe from his chest until you reached the tip of his chin. You felt him shiver, arms tightening around you after shoving the remains of your tank top over your shoulders. You started to push him back, planning to open his pants and show him what else you could do with your tongue- but Eddie wasnât about to let you be on top after the way youâd been acting all night.Â
âMm-mm, nope.â he mumbled, stepping off the couch.
âIâm just trying to suck your cock, baby. Please?â You looked up at him with your best puppy-dog eyes, widening your legs as you knelt on the couch facing him, squishing your boobs together in that way that usually got you exactly what you wanted. For some reason, Eddie was immune.Â
He placed his hand along your neck, thumb and forefinger squeezing just enough for him to feel your pulse. The way your eyes widened, looking up at him the same way you had when heâd shoved you up against a wall earlier- it brought a satisfied hum out of Eddie, and he loved the way he could feel your heartbeat quicken slightly. There was no hiding what you felt when his hand was wrapped around your throat.Â
âYou like calling me baby, sweetheart?â
You gulped. He felt it, of course, and he had to hold back a laugh- you looked so cute like this. Made him want to break you just to see what youâd be like when he picked up the pieces.Â
Your eyes were blown wide, like a hunted fox with nowhere to run. âIs that okay? Can I call you baby?â
His face crumpled- god, you were adorable. Eddie smiled sympathetically, âOh you can call me whatever you want, sweetheart-â His thumb moved up to your bottom lip, stroking gently before working it into your mouth; he groaned, head thrown back when he felt your soft, wet tongue swirl around his digit and coat it with your spit.Â
â-donât care what youâre calling me as long as you know I own your ass tonight.â
And then you moaned- oh, you fucking moaned his name around his finger in your mouth, and his cock twitched at the way it sounded. He wanted to record that, play it on loop, put it in a fucking song, hell- anything for him to be able to listen to it again and again and again. He wanted everyone to hear it, to know it was his name on your fucking tongue.
His thumb ripped from your mouth, replaced by his middle and ring finger, delving surprisingly deep into your mouth as you gagged around them. Your tongue quickly resumed its previous motions, lapping at his thick fingers and sliding over, under, around, between them. You reveled in the taste of metal as you tongued his silver rings. You gasped when he removed his fingers before, without warning, he slid them into your weeping pussy.
Your expression was beautifully obscene, eyes wide with surprise while your mouth- glistening with spit from his fingers leaving in a rush- fallen open in a silent scream. Eddie thrust his fingers up and into you repeatedly, forcing you open wider and wider with the rapid motion.
âActually, I changed my mind,â Eddie grit into your ear, âI donât wanna hear anything but my goddamn name leave that pretty âlil mouth until Iâm done with you, aright?â
You were moaning, but evidently that was still not enough to deter you from being your snarky self. âWell thatâs unrealistic, Iâll probably say more than just tha- ah! Oh fuck-!â
Eddieâs pace was relentless, fingers ripping through you with a vengeance as he muttered âBratty little slut-â spearing you over and over as you sped toward the white-hot precipice that wasnât quite release, but certainly what Eddie intended to pull out of you.Â
You moaned as what felt like a dam within you suddenly gave way, flooding your inner thighs, Eddieâs hand, and the couch beneath you. Eddie smiled wide, the muscles in his arm screaming pointlessly- he wasnât going to stop until youâd given him every last drop there was to give.Â
â-yeah, not so bratty when youâre squirting all over my hand, are you baby? What, are you trying to say something? Spit it out, popstar-â
The noises tumbling from your lips were anything but coherent, Eddie knew that. He just kept grinning like a kid in a candy store as you babbled sounds that might have been his name, might have been a prayer, might have just been yes, yes, yes, Eddie, god yes!Â
Whatever it was, it was music to his ears.Â
Eddie looped his arms under your knees, pulling you into a sitting position with your legs wide open. Dropping to his knees, he stared at your spread pussy, glistening with the slick heâd just wrestled from you. His hands, wet with all youâd given him, grasped your thighs firmly but gently as he looked up into your eyes. It might have been the post-orgasmic haze you were experiencing, but for a second, Eddie looked at you with nothing in his eyes but care and admiration. His gaze shone like sunlight as he looked up at you, your stomach creasing from the crunch position he'd placed you in, your breasts rising and falling with each breath- the way he stared at you made you feel like an angel.Â
âGod, youâre fucking beautiful.â he whispered, hands squeezing your thighs affectionately. Before you could even react, his tongue was on you, lapping away at your soaked pussy. You mewled, head thrown back and spine arching as unraveled you from the inside out. He traced endless intricate shapes over your clit, your lips, your hole- thoughts flew from your brain as you let his mouth drive you fucking wild. His ministrations slowed at one point, causing you to open your eyes- you couldnât even remember when youâd closed them- and look up at Eddie.Â
Upon looking up, you were blessed with the sight of Eddie Munson, close-cut beard soaked with your slick, shirtless, pantsless, and currently pulling off his black boxers to reveal a cock that made you salivate on sight.
You let your brattiness fly out the window- there would be time for more of it later, but right now you needed that cock in one of your holes and you didnât quite care which one.Â
Eddie stroked himself leisurely, eyes boring down into yours the whole time. âTell me what you want, babygirl.â
You spread your legs open wider for him. âPlease.â you whined.Â
Eddie shook his head, disappointed, sinking to his knees again. âSee, this is what I knew would happen,â he murmured, sliding a finger around your clit at a torturously slow pace. âI canât believe you got fucked stupid already and I didnât even have to use my cock, those were just my fingers, baby.â From the slick sounds you heard from below your line of sight, you knew that he was jerking himself off as he played with your pussy. It was enough to pull a desperate moan from your throat. He licked one flat, wet stripe from your opening to your clit before murmuring against you, âCanât even use your words and tell me what you want, sweet girlâs been fucked too dumb to make decisions, is that right?â
You found yourself nodding âyesâ, the dirty words flying out of his mouth in rapid succession throwing your brain into overdrive. He was right; you barely had the brain capacity to think right now, much less match his attitude with snark. All you could do was stare up at him with wide eyes, waiting for whatever he planned on doing next.Â
Eddie clicked his tongue, tilting his head as he looked at you pityingly. âThatâs right, donât worry baby Iâll just make all the decisions now, okay?â He rose, leaning over you as he placed a knee to your side and stroked himself, lining up his fully hard cock at your entrance. Your heartbeat quickened, excitement and anticipation building now that you knew his cock would be inside you soon. You mewled as his tip stroked your slit, up and down and up and down again⌠and stopping at your hole, hovering outside you.Â
You looked up at him desperately, only to breathe in sharply upon seeing his devilish grin paired with coal-black lust-blown eyes.Â
âBeg for it.â
You sighed so heavy it became a sob, frustrated and scrunching up your face like you were ready to throw a tantrum.Â
âAre you fucking kidding me?â you whined.
âThere she is.â he murmured.
If looks could kill, your glare would have sent Eddie Munson to his deathbed. He matched it with a condescending smile that spoke volumes of the power trip he was on right now. Leaning in slightly closer, he repeated himself. âBeg, sweetheart.âÂ
You narrowed your eyes. âNo.â
Eddie shrugged, backing up just enough for his cock to leave your skin- you knew it was over from there.Â
âWait!â you cried, eyebrows drawing together desperately under his cocksure gaze. Christ you didnât want to beg, but you might not have a choice. Eddie waited patiently, stroking his cock absentmindedly as he watched you squirm below him.Â
You looked up at him, giving him your best âfuck meâ eyes. âPlease fuck me Eddie.â Your voice was honey sweet, soft and submissive.
Eddie crouched down, sticking a finger in his mouth before he used it to play with your pussy, stroking circles around your clit and pumping it slowly in and out of you. âAww, babyâŚâ he crooned before narrowing his eyes. â-we both know you can do better than that.â
You groaned, back arching as your hands fisted frustratingly into the cushions. âEddie, pleaaasse-â
âTry harder, sweetheart.â
âFuck, Eddie you fucking prick, just fucking fuck me, please, I need your cock-â
Eddie smiled- that was good enough for him. ââAtta girl.â he groaned deeply as he pushed his cock into your waiting hole, your thankful moan mingling with his.Â
His dick was perfect, filling you deliciously and long enough to just hit that spot beneath your clit that made your nerves go berserk. You didnât realize how loud your moaning was until Eddie shut you up by covering your mouth with his own, swallowing down every sound you made and repaying you with noises of his own.Â
âGod, baby- so fuckinâ tight-â
You moaned, squeezing him as his cock speared you again and again. You were so built up between your squirting earlier and Eddieâs talented tongue- you were already getting close.Â
As if he could read your mind, Eddie grunted out as he continued thrusting into you, âIâm nearly there already, baby, you gonna cum with me?â
You whined, nodding âyesâ as he pacified your mewling with his thumb. You lapped at it lewdly, covering him with a thick layer of your spit before releasing it with a pop. Eddie brought it down to your clit, working gentle circles around your bundle of nerves as his thrusting picked up the pace. You squirmed under him, chasing your release as you listened to the filth that poured from his mouth while he fucked the living shit out of you.Â
âJesus, fuck, so tight- my sweet girl, gonna fucking ruin you. Gonna make you come undone on my cock, just a fucking mess, gonna cum so hard on my cock-â
That last thing he said seemed to jerk him back into reality- his eyes grew wide, snapped out of his high as he looked down at you. âShit, I donât have a condomâŚbaby, Iâm so sorry, shit, where should I-â
You reached down, raking your nails softly over his hips. âIâm on birth control.â you said, smiling calmly. You kicked yourself for being so eager; normally you would still insist on a condom even with your implant, but Eddie just did something to you. âYou havenât been fucking any random groupies, have you?â
Eddie huffed, his laughter strained by his fast-approaching orgasm. âYouâre the first in a while, angel. Last I checked I was clean, but I can still pull out if you-â
âInside.â you whispered, grasping his ass and pulling him deeper into you. âI trust you, Eddie, I want you to fill me.â
His movements stuttered, big brown eyes wide and watching you like you were a miracle unfolding underneath him. He was still for half a second before his thumb resumed its movements over your clit as he thrusted faster, harder than before.
âOh fuck, you want me to fill you baby? You want my fucking cum?âÂ
His cock speared into you as deep as it could go, Eddieâs attention to your clit driving you over the edge with relentless speed. âYes, I want it Eddie, fuck, Iâm gonna-â
âFucking take it baby, cum on that cock.â
Eddie groaned as you clamped down on him, his seed spilling inside of you while your pussy fluttered around him. You arched your back until your face was pressed into the cushions behind you, muffling your whimpering voice as you moaned his name.Â
A few moments passed, the air thick with the sound of heavy breathing and the smell of sex, before Eddie slowly pulled out of your wet heat. You laid there for a moment before you felt Eddie clean his sticky spend from your thighs and ass using a tissue.Â
âNormally,â he said gently, âI would use a warm washcloth to do this, but we have limited options.âÂ
You sat up as he finished, smiling up at him playfully. âThat sounds nice,â you said, âmaybe I shouldnât have listened to you earlier, made you wait until you couldnât take it anymore and just whisked me off to your place.âÂ
Eddie sat down beside you, pulling you into his lap. He looked up at you with nothing but content sweetness in his eyes, any trace of the feral dominance from earlier gone for now. âI mean, we can still do that.â
You beamed, âReally?â
Eddie scoffed, tugging you closer. âWhat do you mean, âreallyâ? You think I need to be desperately horny to want you in my bed?âÂ
You felt your cheeks heat up at the mention of his bed. âI donât know⌠I guess I didnât know if you wanted this to just be a one time thing, orâŚâ You trailed off, unsure of what Eddieâs expectations had been for what happened after.
Eddieâs eyebrows drew together, confused. âSweetheart,â he said, his finger tracing circles on your thigh affectionately. âWe can hash out details whenever youâre comfortable⌠but tonight? I would count myself a very lucky man if you came home with me tonight.â He touched his forehead to yours, placing a gentle kiss on the tip of your nose. âOkay?â he asked.
You looked down, suddenly shy upon hearing his honey-sweet words. You gave him a quick peck on the lips before looking him in his big brown eyes. âOkay.â you whispered.Â
Your eyes stayed connected, melting you until your lips met his again, kissing him sweetly as his hands worked their way to your ass, squeezing as he sighed into your kiss.
âAlright,â he grunted, playfully slapping your thigh as a signal to stand up. âLetâs get you dressed.â
You giggled. âIn what? You ripped up all my clothes!â you held up the shredded panties, shaking your head in disbelief.
Eddie shrugged, stepping into his boxers. âI didnât rip up all of them, donât be so dramatic.â He picked up your shorts, tossing them to you. âJust go commando with the shorts and wear your sweatshirt, no one will know.âÂ
You sighed, stepping over your torn Gucci tank top and retrieving your bra from where it sat neatly folded in a chair. Eddie looked over his shoulder at you as you began to put it on and gasped.Â
âYou did have a bra!â
You smirked, reaching behind your back for the clasp. âYeah⌠I wanted to see your face when I wasnât wearing one.âÂ
Eddie shook his head, smiling like an idiot as he buckled his jeans. âUnbelievable.â he chided, âWas it worth it?â
You tugged your sweatshirt over the bra, taking a few steps in Eddieâs direction until you were close enough to snake your hand around to the back of his neck and pull him down for one more kiss. When you pulled away, Eddie looked down at you entranced, blinking rapidly as if emerging from a dream. He could only describe the feeling in his chest as complete and utter euphoria.Â
You grinned up at him, eyes alight with adrenaline that still lingered from your performance onstage and absolute infatuation with the man before you.
 âSo worth it.â
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Ok but imagine like older Eddie he's like 50 and he's still in corroded coffin but they only got big around Hawkins and surrounding areas but like you meet him ajd you're 23 and he's selling merch and you donf think he's in the band and you're in town for the headliners band which is a bigger more well known band bur yiu and Eddie start flirting and you're wearing your usual concert outfit a tight cropped tank top and short shorts and you guys takk and you wnd up buying merch for the band you think he's just selling for jusf bc you needed a reason to talj to him and then you go to your seats and the opening band is Eddie's bandand yiu see him and your jaw drops and you're in shock and he's so so giddy and flirty wven while he's playinf but only ti you and he feels like a teenager again and his hormones are racing and after the set you don't even stay to watch the headliner you go and talj eith him more and one thing leads to another and yiu guys ya know get filthy đĽľđĽľđđđ
This is such a great request! I did change the age gap because itâs a little too large for my liking so I hope thatâs okay!
cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) fingering, grinding, age gap (reader is 25 and Eddie is 40)
You entered the crowded venue and smoothed out your skirt before heading over to the merch stand of the band you were most excited to see. You had worn your best outfit, hoping to get some action from the lead guitarist, even though he was definitely old enough to be your father. What could you say? You had a thing for older men and didnât think there was anything wrong with that.
You pulled your shirt down just enough to show your cleavage, even though your bra was very visible through the tight material and made your way over to the merch table where you knew the band hung out before their set.
You looked around at the other tables as you went and stopped when you saw the hottest man you had ever seen at the stall right next to the one you had your eye on. He was staring directly at you, his eyes looking directly at your tits that were practically spilling over your tank top.
He had a beard that you were definitely into and his hair was pulled back into a loose bun which you assumed was to keep his hair off his neck in the hot venue and he was wearing a denim vest which showcased his tattoos very nicely. He had some on his torso and both of his arms were covered in full sleeves.
As you stepped closer, you could see all of his face piercing which included a hoop through both his lip and nose and a piercing through his eyebrow. He was so hot that you could have sworn you were getting wet just from looking at him.
âHi,â you greeted, putting on your signature flirty smile and he mimicked it, his far better than yours.
âHi,â he replied, pressing his hands on the counter and leaning forward, just close enough for you to get a whiff of him. He smelled like the perfect mixture of tobacco and whatever cologne he was wearing and it was intoxicating.
âCorroded Coffin?â You asked, looking down at the shirts that were displayed both behind him and on the table he was leaning on. You knew practically every band in the genre so you werenât entirely sure why you had never heard of them.
âTheyâre newer,â he responded, his voice sounding raspy and low, making your cunt even more damp. âItâs their first big show outside of Indiana.â
âThatâs really cool,â you smiled. You always loved supporting smaller bands and eyed the CD that was next to him, displaying what you had assumed was their album.
âYou should check them out,â he said, handing you one of the CDs and a shirt that he assumed was your size. You reached for your purse, but he just shook his head.
âNo need, sugar,â he winked. âItâs on the house.â
âWell thank you-â you paused, realizing you didnât know his name.
âEddie,â he responded and got thought the name suited him.
âEddie,â you repeated and he loved the way it fell from your pretty glossed lips.
âAnd you are?â He asked, leaning even closer and his scent entered your nose again, making you want to smell it forever.
âI guess youâll have to find out when you find me later,â you gave him a wink of your own and grabbed a sharpie from your purse that you had brought for autographs and grabbed his hand before scribbling your number on it. With that, you turned on your heel to head to to head into the seating area, making a beeline for a spot right in front of the barricade, the whole reason why you originally showed up in the first place as your mind wandered to Eddie.
Not long after, you received a text from Eddie which had been an eggplant emoji and immediately saved his number before sending him the water droplets back.
After about an hour of making conversation with the people around you, the lights went down and the first band came on. You watched as fog moved across the stage as the curtain slowly rose to reveal the band, a gasp escaping your lips as you realized that the front man was Eddie.
âHow we doing San Francisco?â He asked as he adjusted his mic. His eyes locked on yours and you smiled, giving him a flirty wave. Everyone erupted in cheers and you joined them, clapping your hands together and cheering as loud as you could.
âGood to hear it. May I say that I am doing fantastic. I think Iâm gonna start off with a fan favorite. Is that alright?â Everyone cheered again and you were curious to see which song they were going to perform.
The song started off slow, but you didnât miss the absolutely filthy lyrics that were spilling from Eddieâs mouth. He was watching the entire time, almost as if he was dedicating the song to you. He then stepped away from his mic, you reached your hand out to him and he took it, pressing a kiss to the skin, looking directly into your eyes as he sang about wanting to fuck you like an animal.
As you watching Eddie perform, you let your mind think about all of the things youâd let him do to you. The way youâd grind against him while he sat in the passenger seat of your car as he took what he wanted from you as he kissed you until you were both breathless. Heâd then stick his hands underneath your skirt and finger you, stretching you out so youâd be ready for his giant cock and heâd fuck you until you both orgasmed, the windows fogging up from your moans mixing together in the air.
You honestly hadnât been paying attention their entire set after the first song. All you could think about was how badly you wanted to see Eddie naked and just how much you wanting to run your tongue along his lip ring while he pounded into you, making you moan like you never had before.
You sent Eddie your location as you got to your car and he met you there pretty quickly, still in his outfit from before, his torso glistening with sweat that you found yourself wanting to lick up.
âSo, you gonna tell me your name now?â He asked as he took a drag of the cigarette he was holding.
âIâm y/n.â
âOh, Iâm gonna love moaning that,â he responded then his eyes widened. âThat is why you asked me here, right?â
âWhat did you think the emoji meant?â
âI just wanted to be sure, sugar,â he took another drag from the cigarette and blew it through his lips. âJust wanted to make sure the feeling was mutual before I did anything. And I also wanted to make sure that you were of age before we did anything. Youâd be surprised how many minors try to get with me.â
You pulled your ID from your wallet and handed it to him. You had been younger than he thought and a couple years younger than the half your age plus seven rule but since it was only two, he supposed he could make an exception. You were just so hot to not take the opportunity.
He gave you your ID back and without hesitation, his lips were on yours in a filthy kiss as he set you on the hood of your car, spreading your legs so he could step between them to get closer to you. He licked into your mouth and laid you down onto the hood, neither of you caring who was around. You were just so desperate for each other that you couldnât waste any time getting into the car.
His tongue roughly scraped against yours and you let out a moan at the feeling which made his dick harden which you felt against you, making you even more wet. Eddieâs hand slowly moved down to your skirt and moved up it. His fingers were rough and his rings were cool against your thigh as he slowly moved his hand up it. His cock hardened even more once he realized you hadnât been wearing any underwear.
He shoved two of his fingers up your pussy as his lips moved against yours and you moaned into his mouth at both the sensation and his cold rings brushing the sensitive skin.
âOh,â you moaned and he pulled away, wanting to see you come undone at his touches. Your eyes closed as he got both fingers fully inside and then he pulled out, pumping in and out and you moaned louder as he moved harder and faster, your legs giving out at the pure delight that was coursing through you.
âLook so pretty around my fingers, sugar. Bet you look even prettier around my cock,â he said as he pulled his fingers out of you as soon as you reached your orgasm. He licked the slick clean off his fingers and looked down at you with a grin as you gasped at the action. âAnd look at that, you taste even better.â
Your legs were feeling like jello as you were sliding down the hood of the car. Eddie caught you and helped you to the passenger seat. He got in first and you climbed on top of him. He slammed the door and as soon as you were in the privacy of the tinted windows, your lips were on his, the kiss rough and hot as you leaned the seat back as far as it would go. Once it was situated, you moved your hands to Eddieâs vest, pulling it down his shoulders. He leaned up so you had more ease removing it and eventually, it ended up in the backseat as he pulled the bottom of your shirt out from your skirt. He could see the red bra underneath it pretty clearly, but he wanted to see it without the shirt being in the way.
You lifted your arms and he removed your shirt in one quick motion, tossing it into the back seat before taking a moment to get a look at you. You looked so fucking hot on top of him with your kiss bitten lips and your tits that were practically spilling out of your bra. He didnât know what he had done to be able to be there with you in that moment, but he was definitely going to consider himself fucking lucky.
Eddieâs fingers ran along the lace that was attached to the tops of the cups and you felt your nipples harden as his fingers touched your bare chest as his fingers moved. He kissed you again and stuck his hand down one of the cups to squeeze your tit. He licked into your mouth and you began grinding against him, the slick of your sopping wet cunt seeping through his jeans, making the fabric wet as well.
You felt his hard dick against your entrance as you continued to grind on him and he groaned into your mouth at the feeling. Eventually, his hands moved to the back of your bra and he unclasped it with ease before tossing it to the back to join your other discarded clothing.
âGod, fuck, youâre so hot,â he practically whimpered as he caught sight of your tits.
âOh, you like them?â You asked, moving to the left and right, causing them to move with you. Eddie swore he was going to cream his pants right there.
âWanna see them bounce while you ride me,â his voice was even lower and raspy than before and you swore that you werenât going to survive if he was going to keep talking like that. âWanna ride me, sugar?â That nickname was doing things to you that you couldnât even explain.
âWanna ride you so bad, fuck,â you whined. Oh, he could get used to that. You moved so he could remove his pants while you reached for a condom in your purse. Once you had it and his pants and underwear were down to his ankles. His cock was even larger than you had expected and you were not glad he had fingered you so you were more stretched out.
âYouâre so big,â you told him and he smiled.
âThink you can take it?â
âOh, I know I can.â You rolled the condom onto his dick then situated yourself onto it, the two of you letting out moans as he entered you. You grabbed onto his shoulders while his hands went to your waist. Your hips bucked as you began to ride him. Eddie watched your tits bounce as you moved and he was mesmerized by the moment, very sure that no one had ever looked that hot in that situation.
You continued to ride him as you leaned down and pressed your lips to his, your tongue moving his lip ring back and forth as your bare tits pressed to his chest. It was overstimulating, but he didnât even care.
âFuck, driving me crazy,â he moaned. âCanât be doing all these things at once, sugar. My poor cock canât take it.â
âOh, you can take it,â you responded, your movements becoming even faster and harder, causing his back to arch, his own hips bucking against yours. His vision went hazy as he reached his peak, letting out his loudest moan yet, but neither of you were ready to stop.
You pulled him in for another filthy kiss and loved the way his facial hair scraped against your face. It was touch and coarse and you didnât even care if it irritated your skin so long as he kept kissing you like that, his tongue swirling around and scraping against yours.
You scratched down his chest and you continued to ride him, the feeling of his hips bucking against yours causing you to come undone. His fingers were digging into your hips so hard that you swore that he was going to leave bruises, but you didnât care. In fact, you kind of wanted him to so you could have physical proof of this moment.
Your pace slowed down as both of you orgasmed, wanting to take things slow for a bit since you had gotten there so quickly. Now you just wanted to enjoy the way he felt inside you a little longer. He felt so good and you were stalling at that point because you knew that this was just going to be a one time thing. It always was with rockstars. They were always the hit it and quite it types.
You eventually got off of Eddie and the two of you cleaned up and he pulled his pants back up which you helped him button. You then settled yourself back on his lap and leaned your head against his chest, tracing the tattoo that was right by your face.
âSo, same time tomorrow?â He asked, letting his fingers gently run up and down your back and you pulled back to look at him.
âYou want to?â You asked, your face lighting up at his suggestion. He pulled you into a short kiss before smiling as well.
âSugar, if you fuck me like that again, Iâd be happy to do it every night.â You pulled him in for another kiss the laid your head back on his chest to hide the grin on your face.
âItâs a date,â he responded, a grin making its way upon his face as he thought that maybe heâd wine and dine you first. That was what you deserved for making him feel that good, after all.
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The Almost Breakup
note: short but i'm happy with it
also gonna get back into this story soon also if you have thoughts on this au (or any of my aus) please share i love hearing them <3
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y/nupdates: Y/n and Isla (Y/n's boyfriend's daughter) out together going out to dinner and seeming very close, and no Eddie in sight
y/nupdates: Y/n and Isla (Y/n's boyfriend's daughter) out together going out to dinner and seeming very close, and no Eddie in sight
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emails.tour.11: her and isla bonding is so cute
icarly_: Isla is so pretty
Metalhead_: she's such a slut
13taytay: JOJO!! HAVE YOU LEARNED NOTHING?!?!
im.a.mirrorball: in her step-mom era
y/nismyqueen: where are y/n's shoes from?? very very important!
for_our_moony: prada i think, but steve madden makes a more affordable
CorrodedCoffinStan: he is to old for her, and now making her act like a mom to his daughter. disgusting.
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y/nupdates: Y/n was out with her new boyfriend, Eddie Munson's son. They went out to lunch together, and this is the first time we've seen them together.
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dog.loverrr: only 5 years between her and her boyfriends son..
princess.y/n: love seeing her with Leo not just isla
anna.frozen_: my worlds colliding
munson_86: fr been an Eddie fan for years and a Y/n fan since girl meets world
y/nswifey: forever in love with Leo Munson
philly_eagles.fan: i think they should date instead of her and his dad, the age gap is gross
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Eddie and Y/n have been together for 6 months now, about the time Eddieâs relationships would end, without the women ever meeting his kids and never any âI love youâs. But everything was going well, and though Y/n had met Isla when she met Eddie they had gotten really close, and she had now met Leo and despite all expectations that went well. Y/n and Leo had become friends of sorts. But no matter how happy he was, how happy she made him, Eddie started pulling away. He couldnât help it. He loved her, yes. Not that heâd told her yet. He loved his kids first, and he has to put them first, always will.Â
Y/n was now on the international leg of her tour, and they havenât talked in a while, always seeming to miss each other. This was giving Eddie the space he needs to think about their relationship. Not without zero help from his kids.Â
âIs Y/n going to come here after her shows in Europe are over?â Isla asked, pushing her vegetables across her plate with her fork, then picking up her knife to saw the broccoli in two.
âUm- Iâm not sure, kid.â The man mumbles, hoping Isla will move on after not getting an answer.
âWhy not?â
âIsla-â
âCan you ask-â
âIsla! Finish your dinner, or if you're done take your plate to the kitchen.â Sighing, Isla got up grabbing her plate to the kitchen and stomping upstairs to her room. After hearing the slamming the teens door, Eddie gets up to start loading the dishwasher. Leo, who was over for dinner, like he often did, walked over to his dad, placing his plate next to the sink. Then rounding the island, to sit at a bar stool.Â
âSo.. Whatâs with your attitude?â This causes Eddie to look up from his task, giving his son a look that could kill.
âLeo, we're not talking about this.â
âNo. We have to. I donât know whatâs wrong with you. You get so sensitive everytime we mention Y/n lately. Are you not talking? Please donât break up with this one, I actually like her.â
âLeo. I ca-â
âNo. You love her! And I guess that scares you, because every relationship youâve had since mom has had this 6 month timer and that timer has gone off, and you're not ready. Or it scares you that sheâs so close to us. And that if you ever break up Isla would be heartbroken.âÂ
Eddie takes a moment, thinking over what Leo has said, and scarily accurate it is, and since when was Leo that smart?
âLeo?... Could you stay here with Isla for a few days?â
âYeah.â Leo says, a wide grin spreading across his face.
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Here Y/n was sitting in her hotel in Paris, staring at her phone, looking at a voicemail Eddie had left. Itâs time. Heâs going to break up with her; she just knows it. Her and Leo went out a couple weeks ago and he had let slip of Eddieâs 6 month timer on relationships, of course that was followed with Leoâs reassurance that he could feel she was different. But that didnât cure her anxiety.Â
Because since she left for tour, they havenât talked, like Eddie has been avoiding her. She had written a break-up song about him for fucks sake, theyâre not even broken up yet. But now he was going to break up with her, over a voicemail at that.Â
Ripping the band-aid off, Y/n finally presses play on the voicemail.
âHey, Y/n-â God her first name, itâs really happening â-um, I have a lot of this to say, but I canât say it over the phone. So Iâll talk to you later. I care about you. I know it hasnât felt like it, and thatâs part of what I need to talk about. I just need you to remember that. I care about you. Okay. Bye.â
At least he was planning on letting her down easy. Guess thatâs a plus. Pouring herself a glass of wine from the overpriced display hotels have, Y/n sits down at the dining table, staring at the abstract painting across from her. After what felt like an hour of staring, which in actuality it was 10 minutes, the young woman hears the click of the hotel door. It startles her back into a conscious state, wondering why her assistant Andrea, the only other person with a key card, was entering her room at this hour.
âAndrea?â Turning the corner, Y/n comes face to face with the older, taller man. âEds⌠Wha- what are you doing here?â
âDid you not get my voicemail?â He asks, as if that voicemail held any answers.Â
âYeah, but.. It was pretty vague.â Her reply caused Eddie to smile.
âYeah, sorry about that, I was in a rush. Packing, getting the jet ready.â Silence came over the two. Awkward silence. The couple had never been in awkward silence for the entirety of their relationship, always talking, never a pause in their banter. They had comfortable silence at night, staring into each other's eyes. But never was it awkward between them.
âYouâve been avoiding my calls.â
âIâve been avoiding your calls.â The two spoke at the same time, before Eddie continues, âIâm sorry. Itâs just- Ever since my relationship with my ex-wife, my relationships have had this 6 month lifespan. And when they get close to 6 months I get ready to end things.â Here it comes the âitâs not you, itâs me and my commitment issuesâ âBut that didnât happen with you.â Oh. âWith you, you met Isla and Leo no woman Iâve been with has gotten there, and they like you! And thatâs fucking scarry. So the thought of us ever breaking up and what that would do to Isla.. It killed me, so I wanted to get ahead of it, yâknow break up with you before she got even more attached, but I couldnât so I just avoided you. Which was the wrong choice because that just caused you and me more pain. So.. I came here to tell you that.. I love you. And you donât have to say it back, but I need you to know that Iâm in, and this relationship itâs not just you and me anymore, my kids are in this. And I have to think about them and I need to know that you will also think about them.â
Throughout that long winded explanation, all Y/n could think about is that Eddie is not breaking up with her, and that he loves her. He, Eddie Munson, playboy, rock legend loved her.
âEds, I love you too.â After she said the three little magic words, Eddie leaps towards her, his lips smashing against hers. Their lips moving in sync, Eddieâs tongue tempting her lips to widen, to allow his tongue and hers to fight for dominance. Y/nâs lips grant Eddieâs tongue entrance while Eddie has her distracted by his tongue, his hands slip downwards to her thighs gripping them for support to lift the woman onto the dining table, leaning her back and lifting his lips from hers to be able to talk once again. The disconnection of their lips leave the couple breathless, panting, and staring into eachothers eyes.Â
âI love you.â
âI love you too.â
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The couple wake up the next morning, sunlight seeping through the sheer curtains, legs tangled together, Y/n moving to put her cold feet on Eddieâs legs to warm them.
âAh! Get your feet off me. Theyâre cold.â Eddie mumbles into his hair, before turning his body to face Y/n, he was the little spoon last night.
âI know! Thatâs why I want you to warm them.â The short woman says in a âduhâ tone. Wiggling her feet between his calves, Eddie grabs her ankles, moving onto his back and pulling her to straddle him. Her bare core, resting on his v-line, as the two were still naked from last night's activities.Â
âHi.â
âHi, darling.â
âGood morning.â
âGood morning.â The older man brings his hand to his girl's jaw, his thumb rubbing back and forth on her cheek.Â
âI love you.â This causes Eddie to let out a deep chuckle, as the two have said this about 30 times since he first did last night.
âI love you too.â
âSo.. Now that weâre in love or whatever.â ââWhateverââ âI want you to meet my parents⌠In a couple months when I get a break from tour. What do you think about that?â Y/n was worried about asking Eddie this, it felt so juvenile, but Eddie has never once made her feel bad about their age gap, one of the many things she loved about him.
âI would love to. And in the summer, I would really love you coming with me and the kids to Hawkins, meet my uncle and my hometown friends?â
âI would love to meet the man that raised my amazing man. Iâll have to thank him yâknow. A lot.â
âOf course, he did a great job.â
âOh shut up. I also really want to meet your friends. What are they like?â
âWell theirs the Hellfire boys, Dustin, Lucas, Mike and Will. Theyâre a couple years younger than me, all married, all have kids. Mike and Will are married, they adopted a few. Then thereâs Steve. He has a kid Leoâs age.. Then Robin, she got married to this girl from high school, Vicky, me and Steve totally got them together but she wonât admit it. Theyâre all great, and I canât wait for you to meet them.âÂ
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âI want to go to.. Italy. Have you been?â
âYeah, itâs beautiful.â
âIâve always wanted to go.â
âIâll take you.â
The two have been laying on their backs staring at the ceiling, talking all about the places theyâve been and want to go. The couple haven't left the bed all day, just to go to the bathroom, and Eddie once to grab them food, all while still naked, just how they liked it.Â
âI wrote a breakup song about you.. Before everything, when I thought we were going to break up.â She added the last part quickly after her pause.
âAnything bad about me?â Eddie asks, clearly making a joke out of it, something Y/n was thankful for, he could always tell when she needed him to be serious and when she needed him to be jokey, another thing she loved about him.
âNo, of course not. Just about how it would be super hard for me if we did break up.â
âThen good thing we didnât.â He says, pressing his lips gently against hers.
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Ice Cream, Bikinis, and Other Ways to Torture Him | Older Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Harrington!Fem!Reader | 18+ | PREVIEW
Part 1 is now Posted
Summary: The stories of Eddie Munson, front man of Corroded Coffin and his music filled the Harrington household, his albums on shelves and picture frames hung of your dad and him, young and dumb. You're home for the weekend, which so happens to be the same weekend Eddie is in Hawkins on a personal errand. The longtime crush on him bubbles to the surface as you meet him, giving into the temptation of small summer dresses and bubblegum gloss for the fun of it. Until your dad is called in to an emergency work meeting. Then the fun of torture becomes temptation.
Warnings: Older Rockstar!Eddie, Harrington!Reader (Steve's daughter), multichapter build up, excessive use of nicknames, no use of y/n, use of marijuana, perv!Eddie
Describes: long hair, shorter than Eddie by a few inches, reader is described to look like her mom (can be ANY race) with Steve's freckles. No skin colour, body shape/type
(Unedited) Excerpt Here:
The smell of his Irish Spring soap hits the kitchen before he does, walking into the kitchen mid yawn and fresh from his shower. Eddieâs shirt clings to his lithe torso like a second skin, showing off just the hint of a tummy with his sweatpants sitting low on his hips. You allow yourself one second to gawk at him and the hairs that peek out of his shirt until you reshift your focus back to your toast, panicking when you notice the jam that has dripped on your hand. Oh, shit again?
âWhatâs with the fancy get up, dude?â Eddie asks, pouring himself a cup as well. Â
âBefore we get to that, Sunshine has put some toast in for you.â Steve gestures with his coffee cup.
Eddieâs brows lift, looking just the littlest bit delighted as he turns toward the toaster. âOh, thanks!â He snaps his fingers into a gun with his thumb and pointer finger, sending a wink your way. Youâre mid-âclean-upâ on your hand, rushing to finish before you nod to acknowledge his thanks.Â
âAlright. My partner called,â he means work partner, âhe needs help to close this deal. Heâs having a really hard time doing it himself.â
âWho did you send?â You ask, knowing a little bit of his work drama.Â
Steve hisses, wincing as he says, âWarner.âÂ
You roll your eyes, shaking your head as the toast pops out of the toaster. âWell no wonder!âÂ
Eddie has been watching this like a tennis match, completely out of the loop but entertained nonetheless. âWhat, whatâs wrong withâŚWarren?âÂ
âWarner,â you correct him, cleaning up yet another spill of jam off your thumb. âThe guy sucks. Why Warner, why not Tommy?âÂ
âWait, why does he suck?â Eddie asks as he spreads butter on his toast, looking way too entertained about this.
âBecause heâs a 22-year-old fuckwit that doesnât know how to close and only got this job because his dad gave it to him when he retired,â you huff, not at all distracted by how Eddie is eating his toast; like itâs the best thing heâs ever tasted, savoring every bite. His tongue occasionally pokes out to lap at the butter on his lips, his eyes closed as he muffles sounds at the back of his throat.Â
He makes eating toast look depraved.
âSunshine, youâre 22,â Steve squints, lifting his cup towards you accusingly.Â
You scoff. âYeah but Iâm not an entitled dickwad who thinks just because his daddy had a job âoh, thatâs my job one day!â. He has no experience versus his father who was in the game for 25 years.â Youâre very passionate about this, more so than you had even anticipated. âSeriously, why him?âÂ
âHeâs the only one who didnât take the Fourth of July weekend off because heâs a 22 year old fuckwit with no family.â He takes a large sip of his coffee before setting it on the counter. âWell in any case, you are right. He has no experience and we need this account, so I gotta help him out.âÂ
âWhen do you think youâll be back?â Eddie asks, giving you a fresh whiff of his soap when he walks behind you to sit on the other side of the island.Â
Steve crosses his arms and leans against the table, mentally preparing himself before he disappoints the two of you, âNot til Sunday.âÂ
âShitty,â Eddie sighs sympathetically.Â
âDad I can only take one week off,â you sigh, having only gotten two days with him. âWhen you get back Iâll only have one more day.âÂ
âI know, Iâm sorry.â He does genuinely sound remorseful. You know heâd stay if he had any other choice, but he doesnât.Â
âYou know anyone else in town who couldâŚâ Eddie starts, obviously reminding your dad of something he forgot about.Â
âShit. Hmmm.â Steveâs eyes flicker to you, âSunshine can do it.âÂ
You pause mid-bite in hearing your nickname. âSunshine can do what?âÂ
âI donât wanna bother her on her vacation.â Eddie states, dismissing Steveâs offer.Â
Your dad saved him off, âIâm sure sheâd be happy to help.âÂ
âWhat am I doing?â You ask more assertively, finally grabbing their attention.Â
Eddie finally speaks first, âOh, I asked your dad to help me pack up my uncles things. Itâs a tedious process, I can getââÂ
âNo, sheâd be happy to help,â Steve offers again, looking at you and jerkily nodding his head towards Eddie.Â
Youâd be happy to help, youâre just thinking about the amount of time youâll be alone with Eddie. Your plan was to keep a safe distance from him, allowing a free show in your best summer clothing while enjoying the hot weather. The close quarters your dad is sending you into sounds dangerous, butterflies erupting into your ribcage as you picture the deafening silence surrounding the two of you knee deep in his uncleâs things.  Â
âIâm happy to help,â you tell him, getting up to put your plate away.Â
âI donât want to force her intoââÂ
âMy dad canât force me into doing shit,â you scoff, ignoring your dads own scoff. Now Eddie on the other hand could demand you to bark and you would. Down on the ground, on all fours. âBesides. You two wouldnât have gotten any actual organization done.âÂ
âThanks,â Eddie lifts his mug, giving you a wink. Your neck hair rises, scanning his arched nose and the rebelling stubble already growing in despite having freshly shaved. His aftershave is intoxicating, the sound of a glass mug clinking as it lands on the counter snapping you out of your daze.  Â
âWhen are you leaving?â You suddenly remembered your dadâs presence in the kitchen, funny how fast you forgot about him.Â
âI should get going within the hour,â he states thoughtfully, grimacing apologetically when you give him sad eyes. You know it's not his fault, but youâre not the adult here, and the disappointment you feel canât help but twist your features.Â
He puts his hands on your shoulders, petting them with his thumbs. âI do feel better knowing Iâm not leaving you all alone in this big empty house.âÂ
You tense up, avoiding his gaze as you attempt to smile. Being left all alone with Eddie in the big empty house is precisely what is worrying you. Your dadâs constant presence alone is the thing that has prevented you from even being tempted into going any further than elongated stares and late night fantasies.Â
âIâve been alone in the house before,â you say, tilting your head. âYouâre about to be alone for the rest of the month.â That sentence just makes you feel sad.Â
He smirks, shaking his head playfully. âI meant at least if Iâm ditching you for work, then at least Iâm not leaving you all alone. I was trying to alleviate my own guilt.âÂ
âIâve already forgiven you, old man,â you tell him. âGo, rescue those poor investors from Warnerâs slippery hands.â
He pulls you in for a hug, his heartbeat familiar as he leans down to place a kiss on your forehead. Your head is swung back abruptly as he pushes on your shoulders, leaning in conspiratorially. âHey, there are worse people to leave you alone than the man that was once on a poster on your wall, hey?âÂ
That poster was stared down many times, finally taken down when you were about to move away, kept only because of the autograph in the bottom corner.
Regardless, your dad is having too much fun with this. You wonder who would have more fun if Eddie ends up bending you over the couch like you kept envisioning. Said rockstar currently bending over the couch to grab something jolted you back to the present.Â
âAnd who gave me that as a gift after introducing me to his music?â You shoot back, meeting those chocolate brown eyes across the living room.Â
âMy ears are burning,â Eddie grins, walking around the couch to plug in the amp.Â
âAre your keys burning, because I need a ride to the airport.â Steve interjects, smirking at your widened eyes.Â
Eddie sits on the couch, one foot resting on the coffee table as he starts playing his guitar absentmindedly. âI am your noble steed at your service, Harrington. Just tell me when.âÂ
Steve answers with something, probably somewhat sarcastic before climbing the stairs to finish packing. You probably wouldâve heard it if it werenât for how absentmindedly his fingers were moving, individually plucking the strings as his other hand shifts easily to each corresponding chord.Â
He is delicate with the instrument, expertly working her and zoned out as the guitarâs gentle tune fills the house. His many years spent playing is evident through how easy he plays the melody, getting lost in the song with his hands working idly. If it werenât for his eyes being shut for the whole time, you wouldâve probably pretended to go on your phone.Â
His effortlessness of plucking the strings sends a thrill down your spine, has your thighs squeezing tightly together as your mind starts to picture his fingers expertly working you apart.Â
âOw!âÂ
Eddieâs yelp snaps you out of it, making you jump as you hurriedly switch your glance back to your phone. He chuckles as he sucks his sore thumb, the very same one the guitar string snapped on. âSorry, did I scare ya?âÂ
âNo,â you answer, sounding not at all convincing to yourself. Eddie lifts his brow to you, his face comically twisted as he continues to tend to his wound. âOkay, maybe a little.âÂ
He chuckles, smirking as he adjusts the guitar on his lap again. âPoster in your room?âÂ
Fuck, you were hoping he didnât hear that, despite him being in earshot.Â
âWell it was signed and it just so happened to be one of my favorite albums.â Despite your nerves tickling the surface right under your skin, you do your best to seem unfazed by his magic fingers. Â
His brows furrow, delicately playing a soft rock melody. At least, you think it's soft rock. âWhich one?â
âHellâs Angels,â you answer candidly. You do like the songs of Freak! More, but you specifically requested a poster of Hellâs Angels because of the dark look in Eddieâs eye while heâs looking directly in the listener.Â
There may have been a night where you placed it perfectly on the wall so it appears heâs between your open legs to make it easier to picture him glancing up at you while heâ
He tilts his head dismissively lifting one side of his upper lift in a sneer. âNot my best. If I had to pick a favorite, and donât tell anyone I said this, itâd be Freak!âÂ
You blink in surprise, grinning to yourself as you listen to the gentle strum of his guitar.Â
âI do remember sending that poster off though, Steve never mentioned who it was for, I just figured It would earn him some serious brownie points for a girl he was chasing.â It feels so weird to hear about your dad dating, even after all these years.Â
âNope,â you shrug. âJust his favorite daughter.âÂ
âShit,â he laughs, a hiccup in his guitar play, âif you wanted an autograph you shouldâve just asked. Only takes me two seconds.â
Your mind buzzes with the offer, probably a throwaway comment of his, but just the offer alone is enough to send you almost on a mental spiral.Â
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WILDFLOWER| Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Pop!Princess reader
Summary: Eddie has been out of the limelight for years; raising his daughter, Violet Rose, has been his entire world. He will do anything and everything for his little girl, so when the opportunity to see her favourite pop star when she comes to town, he canât resist. However, it might not all be just for his daughterâŚ
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AN: I originally submitted this as an ask to @ceriseheaven and she added to the idea that itâs a fake dating scenario so I have to give her credit for it đ¤ I didnât think it would ever develop into this but I spent so much time in it so thank you to whoever takes the time to read it đŤĄđđťđ
CW: NSFW 18+ ONLY MDNI. Modern day AU, non vecna/non upside down, single!dad/rockstar!Eddie, age gap romance, fake dating, fem Afab reader she/her pronouns, Angst, Fluff, SMUT and a lot of it, read with caution. Soft Dom Eddie x Sub reader, cheating(readers past), self-doubt, anxiety, language, parental abandonment, alcohol consumption, mentions of drug consumption, bad past relationships, no use of y/n, Eddie refers to the reader with pet names. I tried really hard to be conscious about not having any physical descriptions of the reader other than that they are girly and AFAB. The nameless freak's name is Felix bc he deserves a name, damn it!
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Eddie woke up to the sweetest voice heâd ever heard blasting throughout the surround sound speakers of his house for what felt like the 100th day in a row. He had walked down the grand staircase of his Hollywood Hills mansion to see his sweet baby girl still in her pyjamas. Her usually perfect light chocolate curls now looked like a rat nest from her sleep as she jumped, danced, and sang along to her favourite Pop Star.
As Eddie suspected, you were gracing his TV screen as he turned the corner into the family room. He canât help but stare as you are in a Barbie pink bathing suit, sitting in a pink polka dot pool floaty, singing along to the song in your latest music video.
Eddieâs first introduction to you was when his daughter asked him to help her put your poster on her bedroom wall when she was 9. Eddieâs throat got tight and dry at the sight of you, posing in a baby blue cardigan and a white tank top underneath paired with a blue miniskirt and knee-high socks; as his eyes skim over the poster, he sees your name scrawled on the bottom right corner like you had âsignedâ it.
âWho is this, cupcake?â Eddie cleared his throat. âShe sings Angel, Duh!â telling him like he was the last person on the earth to find out who you are. He looks at his daughter, keeping his eyes off that little outfit, especially because it is showing off the bellybutton ring you wore, and itâs doing things to his body that he hasnât felt in years. âThat's who Iâm forced to listen to 50 times a day?!â He asks eyes bug out of his skull. His daughter would not stop listening to the bubblegum pop song for the past 2 weeks. The first time they had heard it, he was driving her to school. She begged him to download your album, so he asked his assistant to download all your music that was out. Unfortunately for him, at that point, youâd only had out your one song, so he was stuck listening to it on repeat.
âSweetheart, I know youâre having a good time, but please, can we turn it down.â Eddie was privy to loud music, especially his own. His band Corroded Coffin had been in the industry for almost 2 decades at this point, but now, being 39 and having taken a backseat to raise his 11-year-old, his ears havenât been so forgiving. âDaddy!â she turned to him with the biggest smile, and his heart melted. She would be a teen soon, and he knew moments like these would be slim to none. Her tiny feet moved her to a running jump into Eddie's arms. Eddie could still lift her up, but she was getting so tall that he couldnât hold her like this much longer. âDaddy! She is coming here next week can I PLEASE go to the concert? Pretty pretty, please! Iâll do all my chores and my homework, and you won't have to give me my allowance for it pleasepleasepleasepleas-â she begged.
âAlright, Cupcake, first of all, youâre already supposed to do these things regardless. Second, you donât have to bargain. Was going to surprise you for your birthday!â Eddie smiled. âOh, thank you, Daddy! thankyouthankyouthankyou!â She latched her arms tightly around his neck, giving him the tightest hug she could. Eddie didnât disclose the backstage passes he got from his label. He wanted to do everything and anything to make his baby girl happy. He made that promise to her the day she was born.
The day Violet Rose came into the world, his ex told the Doctor to not give her the baby. She didnât even look at her; she said, âGive it to Eddie.â The word âitâ had a sour note that stuck in his memory, even until today. When the Doctor handed her to him, he looked at his cherub-faced angel and fell instantly in love. He would never admit it, but he did cry the first time he held her. She had his eyes and hair, but her nose, skin and lips were all her mother. Eddie was the type of father who would do anything and everything for his kid. He was granted full custody of his daughter and named her Violet Rose. Eddie was never married to his ex-Sarafina⌠technically. They were drunk and high one night, partying in Vegas when he was young and dumb. Corroded Coffin was in their heyday. He was truly living the rockstar lifestyle. The next week, they both finally sobered up and realized what a terrible mistake they had made and got the marriage annulled.
Months later Sarafina found out she was pregnant. She never wanted to have a baby, and by the time she realized she was pregnant, she was too far into term that she couldnât do anything about it. She yelled and fought with Eddie, accusing him of "doing this to herâ and âthat he was the one who ruined her body.â She was a supermodel turned actress; she was career-driven but selfish. She told Eddie she would never be a mother, and either Eddie could take the baby or she would put the baby up for adoption. Eddie, without hesitation, said he would be there to take care of the baby, he would do everything, raise them, and love them no matter what. Even though he was alone and had no idea what parenting entailed, he would be there for his child.
Sarafina begged Eddie to keep the pregnancy hush hush because it would make her âlook badâ in the tabloids that she was giving up her baby, so Eddie agreed. He never disclosed to Violet Rose who her mother was. Even to this day, they had no contact. He couldnât and wouldnât do that to his Cupcake. He never wanted to have her see the woman who berthed her everywhere in the media, reminding her she wasnât wanted⌠just like his own parents did to him. Eddie swore he wouldnât ever have his baby feel the way he still does; he would make sure of it.
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As the warmer months rolled in, you had a really strong feeling that this would be your summer. You had just finished touring as an opening act with one of the most prominent girl groups from the U.K. this past New Year. You were still on the up and up, even though itâs been about two years since your first #1 hit single, Angel. Youâd released your debut self-titled album six months after and recorded a few music videos that had been shown on MTV. This past tour broadened your fan base to help you go international. However, the tabloids were just not as interested in you as you hoped they would be by now. Even with your tour with one of the most prominent Pop groups at the moment, you still had a lot of competition. The pool was over-saturated, and your publicist needed a way for you to stand out of the crowd. Your publicist, Roger, suggested dating someone in the industry a few months after the tour hype had died down.
âBut I wonât have time to date someone right now?â You huffed at the silly suggestion. Who would even want to date you? Sure, you got hit on, but no guys ever want to commit. Honestly, you havenât been on a date in almost two and a half years. You had been so busy focusing on your career that your love life was on standby. You were in your twenties! Going on dates and having fun should have been on the agenda, but that had been set aside once you were signed to your label.
âWe will make a deal with someone who also needs some media attention. It wonât be real. Sweetheart, relax. Iâll take care of everything.â Roger really was a good friend and employee. He was a few years older but had been in the industry forever. He has been with you from the start and would never steer you wrong. A publicity stunt meant that there werenât actual feelings, no commitment; you could do that⌠Right? Roger explained to you that it would be a handful of public dates and parties, red carpets. No strings attached, no getting your heart broken again. That was months ago, and you soon forgot about the whole thing. You were too busy preparing for your solo North American tour.
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The tour has been amazing; you were getting to see places youâve never been to, filling out larger venues than you had in the past. Your agent claimed that soon enough, you could sell out arenas. The fantasy of performing to huge crowds flooded your mind with flashbacks from the tour with the band. You were snapped back into reality when the stage manager asked if you were okay through the megaphone. You were currently at your final rehearsals for tonight's gig. This was your last show and your biggest. Your six-week tour was finally heading to a close. Tickets for tonight's show had sold out for the original venue within half an hour, so your team decided to move to a larger space; you couldnât believe it when they told you you felt like you were dreaming.
After rehearsals, your hair and makeup team and stylist worked until you looked like the definition of a âPop Princess,â not that it took much to begin with. You were a natural beauty. Your skin glowed and was clear from any blemishes. Your teeth had been through whiting and straightened by braces. Your hair was always styled perfectly, and your outfits were styled by only the best. Tonight, you were dressed in your stage outfit, a plaid baby pink miniskirt and a cropped white tube top that said âAngelâ across your breast in pink rhinestones. Youâd worn this outfit in every colour about 50 times over by now, but you still felt cute every time you put it on.
Before the show, you always did a meet and greet. A lottery of random tickets gets selected, so no one pays extra to meet you. Talking to the people who support you the most was the best part of touring; you loved seeing your fans. As the line of young fans moves forward, your heart swells as youâre reminded why youâre putting in all this work. You were told a super fan was coming in with a special guest; they were to come in last. As you waited for the super fan to arrive, you checked yourself once over in the mirror until you heard the undeniably excited scream coming from a little kid. âOh my god! Itâs really her!â You whip your head around with a genuine smile. A small force hits your body as the little girl runs to you and grips your waist in the tightest hug.
âHey sweetie, you here all by yourself?â you question concerned. Distracted by the cutie gripping you, you donât see the man walk into the room behind her. âYou accusing me of being a bad father, Angel?â The sultry voice was familiar, but you couldnât place it. Your head snapped up, and your eyes locked. At that moment, Eddie knew he was done for. Sure, he has a slight crush on you, but now, seeing you in person? He sees hearts surrounding your head, and youâre moving in slow motion; he swore he was struck by Cupid's arrow.
âOh no, never! I was just worried she had run off with her parents.â You look up, and your heart flutters into your stomach at the sight of the man standing before you. Eddie Munson in the flesh.
Your parents had been huge fans of his band; you knew pretty much all his music from listening to it growing up. He was a musical legend, and not to mention the hottest DILF out there. His hair was still long even after all this time, just a little shorter and more tame than when you saw him on album covers. His broad shoulders filed out his black satin button-up. He styled it by rolling up the sleeves, and was only buttoned to his mid-chest. He showed so much skin that you could see his tattoos. Even the tops of his hands were inked with the signature purple roses he proudly displayed for his daughter. He paired his shirt with black slacks, a black and silver belt, and some boots. As you examined his face, you noticed he had laugh lines around his eyes and probably around his mouth, but it was covered by his short beard. It was hard not to check him out; he looked so damn good.
âIâm just teasing Sweetheart.â You felt the heat of your blood rush to your cheeks at the tone of his voice. âThank you for coming; they told me I had a special guest but didnât say who.â You switched your attention back to his daughter; you wanted to make her feel special like all the other fans. âWhat's your name, Sweetheart?â You ask. âViolet Rose,â She says proudly. âThat is such a beautiful name! Your Mommy and Daddy picked a good one.â You smiled at her, but her smile dropped after you spoke. âI donât have a Mommy.â She shifted her gaze towards her purple light-up sneakers.
Your heart sank because you shouldnât have mentioned the parents. You knew Eddie was single but didnât realize her mom wasnât in the picture. You looked to Eddie, and he gave you an apologetic gaze. âOh, Iâm sorry, sweetheart; Iâm sure you and your Daddy are the perfect team though, huh? He must be a great Dad to bring you here; Iâm sure he isnât into this kind of music.â You teased, giving Eddie a wink. That seemed to brighten her mood. âYea! We always sing your songs in the car together on the way to school!â she bragged. That made Eddie blush, and you let out a giggle. The thought of the older metalhead singing along to your music? Priceless. âOh really? THE Eddie Munson singing along to me? I would pay to see that.â You laugh.
âYou know my Daddy?â She looks at you, confused. âSweetheart, remember how I told you I used to do what this lovely little lady does?â he reminds his daughter. Eddie hadnât released any new music since his daughter was a toddler, so her confusion wasnât surprising.
âOhhhh, you should do a song together! My Daddy sings all the time, and he plays guitar! He can make reallllly good songs,â She praised. âOh no, Cupcake, Iâm sure the Princess of Pop here doesnât want some old man like me helping her out.â he laughs nervously. âI wouldnât say old.â You bit your lip.
â5 minutes to curtal call, all performers to the stage.â The announcement over the speaker screeched.
âSorry, cutie, I have to go, but maybe Iâll see you after the show? You and your Dad can come to the dressing room after OK?â You smiled at them and blew a kiss, aiming it at Eddie before walking out the door. Eddie was speechless. Were you flirting with him? He was at least ten years older or older. You couldnât possibly be?
Eddie surprisingly enjoyed himself; he knew every song because of Violet Rose, so he ended up singing along to most of the show. Eddie also enjoyed how your body moved on stage; all of your cute little choreographed dances were turning him on the way more than they should. He had to remember that he was currently with his kid, but his thoughts betrayed him. You were always the star of his fantasies when he was alone in bed. Seeing you in person, live on stage, being able to smell your sweet perfume that smelled like cinnamon and vanilla, clinging to his shirt when you gave him a hug at the meet and greet. His thoughts morphed into how after the show, he would take you into your dressing room and bend you over the vanity, flip up your skirt and fuck your brains out.
He snapped out of his daydreams when he heard a blood-curdling scream from his child. She was having so much fun. He loved seeing his Cupcake having the time of her life and could not stop talking about how youâre meeting them again after the show.
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A knock on the door came about 25 minutes after you got off stage, just enough time for you to quickly rinse off and change out of your sweaty stage clothes. âHey, pretty girl! Hi handsome.â you open the door and greet Violet Rose, and Eddie. You usher them into the greenroom, and Violet asks you a million questions that you gladly answer.
âVi, I think we should get going. We have more than over-welcomed our stay, and Angel here probably has a lot of people waiting on her.â Eddie checked his watch. A look of disappointment crossed your face. You havenât even had much of a chance to talk to Eddie. Selfishly thatâs why you invited them both back after the show. Your publicist said you should be dating; why not Eddie? He was charming and handsome. âOh, I didnât even realize the time, I do have an after-party I should attend, it is for me, after all⌠I would invite you, little miss, but itâs at a club, adults only.â You gave Eddie a sorry smile. âNo, truly, youâve done more than enough for Vi; we have taken more than enough of your time.â Eddie shook his head. âOk, well, if you want to come, itâsâactually, here! Give me your phone.â You were never this bold, but you needed to do this for yourself, and what could it hurt? Eddie was hot, and you hadnât gotten laid in so long.
âUh, what?â He looked confused, âTrust me,â you gave him a flirtatious smile. He chuckled and handed you his phone. You texted yourself from his cellphone and saved your number in his contacts under Angel just because of what he called you earlier. âIâll text you the address; feel free to come if youâre up to it; Iâll make sure youâre on the list.â You smile. âOh, Iâm always on the list, Baby.â He stepped closer to you. Eddie forgot where he was for a minute. The second the word baby slipped out of his mouth, he regretted it immediately. His daughter was right there; she had never seen him interact with a woman in any romantic capacity. He cleared his throat after realizing he had said a quick goodbye and dragged Violet Rose out.
Once Eddie pulled into the drive of his home, Violet Rose was already passed out in the car's back seat. He had carried her up to her room, gently placed her on the bed, picked out a pair of her pyjamas, gently woke her up and told her to get changed and into bed. He left hoping she would at least get out of her concert outfit, but he would remind the maid to wash her sheets in the morning just to be safe.
Eddie was so wound up from meeting you tonight he couldnât go to sleep. He couldnât go to the club because there was no one to look after Vi. He was so tempted but couldnât leave her; she was too little. He looked through his phone and remembered you gave him your number. Maybe you were flirting with him? Back in his day, that was definitely a way to tell if a girl liked you. But you were what? At least 21, you could get into a club, and he was 39 and a Dad. He fought back and forth with himself until his phone dinged, grabbing his attention. The name Angel popped up, and he was confused at first, then remembered you had used his phone to get his number.
Angel: Too bad you couldnât make it tonight, but I understand! Maybe we can meet up some other time?𼰠Angel: Just the two of usâŚ
Eddie was shocked, you were forward and for sure flirting with him and he liked it. You were extremely nervous sending the text.
You were out at the club, tipsy, and your friends had convinced you to send the first text, then one of them grabbed your phone and sent the second one, just to be clear for good measure. While you waited for his reply that felt like a thousand years, you took another tequila shot. Why were you so nervous about his reply? This night was about you! You were supposed to be celebrating your highly successful tour, but the second your phone vibrated, you were unlocking it to see.
Eddie: Thank you so much for making Viâs night so special, let me take you to dinner as a thank you? đ
Oh my god, did he asked you out?
Angel: It was my pleasure, but Iâll never pass up the chance for free foodđ Eddie: Iâll call you tomorrow and we can work out the details, have fun and donât do anything I would dođ
Eddie didnât text you for the rest of the night, but it was already 1:45 a.m., and you were busy partying.
Eddie did not go to sleep right away after he sent that text. He was like a lovesick teenager while looking through your social media, your Instagram and TikTok. He couldnât stop looking at the picture the three of you took at the meet and greet. You had looked so cute, the way your outfit clung to your body, showing off all the right places⌠It was ingrained in his brain. He allowed his mind to drift to dirty thoughts about you again. You were his favourite fantasy.
His hand traced his stomach down further until his fingers traced the tip of his cock. He had been so worked up all night he had to touch himself. His red tip aching to be enveloped by your sweet little cunt. He imagined how your voice would be begging him to fuck you while he stroked his cock; he thought about what you would look like bouncing up and down, swallowing him whole, how soft your boobs would be in his mouth, how you would scream for him. Oh yeah, baby, such a good girl. Taking me so well, youâre a dirty girl, wanting me to fill you. Do you like that? Taking all of it, letting me use you, beg for it, baby. He gripped his fist tighter around himself, aching for release. A loud primal groan left Eddieâs mouth as he came. He knew he was in big trouble. That was one of the hardest times heâd cum in a while. His undeniable crush on you was growing, and he wasnât sure he could control it.
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The following day, you woke up with a nasty hangover and an early morning call from your publicity team. They asked you to meet with them at noon in the office. Worry filled you; what had you done last night? Were you messy? Did someone leak a video of you partying? Your fans were young and impressionable. You had to keep your image somewhat clean. As you showered, getting ready for the day, memories of meeting and texting Eddie flooded your mind. Oh my god, youâd hit on Eddie Munson, and heâd asked you out! That put a little bit more pep in your step.
As you enter the office, you donât pay much attention to the people surrounding you as you stalk Rogerâs office. Looking down at your phone as you open the solid oak door, you almost crash into someone built like a brick wall. Your short stature couldnât see over their broad shoulders blocking the entrance. You let out a little yelp as you almost spilled the coffee to help your hangover all over your baby blue silk power suit.
âShit,â you whisper under your breath. The person whips their head around at the sudden admission. Youâre still looking at your outfit to see if youâd spill anything on yourself when you hear him.âFancy meeting you here, Angel.â Your head shoots up; Eddie is the brick wall blocking your way. You try and come up with something witty, but youâre off your game this morning. Why would he be here? Did your texts leak? What is going on?.
âHello lovely, have a seat. We will get right to it.â You hear Rogers's voice come from behind Eddie and his team. You take a seat at his desk with Eddie sitting beside you. âWhat's going on?â you ask no one in particular. âWe came up with a plan for more publicity, Sweetheart.â Roger smiles. His nicknames never bothered you; he was kind and caring, never talking down to you, and you knew he always had your best interests at heart. âOh?â You looked to Eddie because why would he be here as well? Roger starts talking, and your attention goes back to him. âYou see, Corroded Coffin is coming back from hiatus! A new album will be released in a few months, and theyâre going on tour.â
Oh wow! This was so exciting for them! You couldnât wait to tell your parents the news. Maybe you could get tickets for them as an anniversary gift?
You turn your head back to Eddie with a smile. Heâs not looking at you, but the desk held his gaze. There was a look in his eyes like he wasn't listening... like he was off in another world. Did he not like the idea? He asked you out only last night. Maybe he knew before you? Maybe that was why he asked you out?
"Since you and the band are signed to the same label, and Eddie is the band's frontman, we thought this could be a good match. Lord knows the band needs some good publicity since itâs been about 8 years since anything has been released.â Roger explained.
Oh, you seeâŚthis was all for show, he must have known before you did. Thatâs the only reason he asked you out... Your heart sank a little bit knowing now that it was all a part of the plan; but why wouldnât he tell you? âWhat do you think darling?â Roger asked. âWell I mean, I guess why not?â What could it hurt? You got along, he was hot, and you knew you wanted no strings attached. No more hurt, not again. âEddie, how about you?â Eddie snapped out of his trace at the sound of his name. âUh yeah. Sure, whatever works.â He brushed it off. Eddie hardly looked at you for the rest of the meeting. âGreat your people and my people will set up the contract and you can both sign it. Thanks for coming in, we will send it to you by 4:00pm. The both of you have a lovely afternoon.â Roger dismissed you.
Eddie did not pay attention during that entire meeting nor the time he spent signing the contract. He was too in his head about the situation. He was now obligated to date you. He didnât care that it was all for show because, through his eyes, any time Eddie was to spend with you was precious.
After signing the contract, Eddie started thinking of dates to bring you on because he didnât read the part where it said the dates would be scheduled and planned by your teams accordingly. They would be strategically coordinated so there would always be paparazzi. He didnât pay attention to any of the contractual obligations, especially the fine print. He was excited he got to show you off as his girl.
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A few days after the meeting between your team and Eddie's, you received a call from none other than Eddie himself. He called you asking you to come over for dinner, which surprised you even though he said he would. You were nervous because you still had a growing crush on Eddie and wanted to look extra good for him. A million questions ran through your head while deciding on what to wear. Would his daughter be there? You needed to dress cute but casually; it was only at his house, after all⌠Maybe it was a get-to-know-you-better kind of thing? To get your stories straight? How you had met, how you had âfallen in love,â that sort of thing?
You did your signature soft girl makeup and pulled your hair into a half-up, half-down look to keep your hair out of your eyes. You dressed in your high-waisted light wash Levi jeans that made your ass look out of this world and paired it with a cropped white baby tee and a sage green cropped knit cardigan. You did another spritz for your favourite perfume for good measure. You glanced at yourself one more time in the mirror. Casual, simple, not too much, right? You decided if you didnât leave right now, you never would.
Eddie opened the door to his mansion seconds after the bell rang. He was already alerted by the gate buzzer, so he had time to get to the door. You nervously wait for him to open up the 10ft door that looks like it could swallow you whole. âHi Princes-Is that seriously your car?â He chuckled. You turn your head to look behind you to see your baby pink G wagon sitting in the driveway. You shrug your shoulders as your cheeks heat and blush at his teasing. âIt was a gift from the label for hitting platinum on my first album.â You shrugged. This version of you seemed to be a lot more shy than the first time Eddie met you.
Eddie thought you were adorable, and you thought he looked like a Greek god standing there in the doorway. âCan I come in?â You asked, reaching to nervously twirl the bottom of your hair with both hands. âShit, sorry, where are my manners? Itâs been a long time since Iâve done this.â He scolded himself after it came out of his mouth. Real fucking smooth, Munson. You giggled at his omission and stepped into his home. You looked around, seeing that it was exactly as you would picture it. The walls were painted dark, warm charcoal accented with gold features, platinum and gold records and Grammy awards mounted to the walls. You were memorized by the things that were distinctly Eddie, but it could use a feminine touch, in your opinion. How did a girly girl like Violet Rose grow up in a place like this?
He led you to the kitchen as he continued the home tour. The kitchen was grand and lush with dark emerald green cabinets, the same charcoal grey walls and brassy gold appliances and hardware. The smell that wafted through your nose as Eddie led you into the room was the best thing youâd smelt in a while. Sure, you can cook for yourself, but who has the time? As you take in the delicious smell, you hum automatically. âIt smells so good! What are you making?â You ask, sitting on the brass bar stool. âWouldnât you like to know?â He gave you a toothy smile and a wink. That made your whole body flutter, heart, stomachâŚpussy. He was too charming for his own good. You were screwed and not in the way you wanted to be.
He automatically poured you a glass of white wine and said it would 'pair nicely' with whatever he was cooking for the two of you. âSo where is Violet Rose?â You asked, taking a sip. âSleepover with the Kardashians, they live just up the street.â He shrugged. You choke on the wine; he said it so casually, like they werenât the most famous family in the world. This world was still very new to you. You hardly had three years under your belt, and he had decades on you. âOh god! Are you okay?â he rushed to your aid, his large hand spaying over your back, circling it gently. âYeah, just um, went down the wrong way.â You choked embarrasly as you caught your breath. Eddie squeezed your bicep and returned to the stove to serve the food. âDonât choke on this, okay? The last thing I need is a headline that says Freak, Eddie Munson kills Beautiful Pop Princess. He placed it before you, and you laughed at his lame joke. Still a bit embarrassed, but that all went away when you saw what he put down in front of you. âAre you some sort of Houdini? Or did you know this was my favourite?â You raised a brow.
Oh, Eddie had known; he saw you post about it when he was stalking your Instagram a few nights prior. He was determined to get it right; he practiced making it a few times for Vi before your date. So much so that she got sick of it and begged him to make her boxed mac and cheese instead.
âA magician never tells his secrets.â He winked at you, sitting right beside you at the kitchen island. Having him this close to you made everything flutter again. You took your first bite, and your initial reaction was to moan at how good it tasted. Your eyes close as your head falls back, enjoying every bite. Eddies cock twitched the second you let out that moan. His breath hitched; he knew your moans would be sweet, but his imagination could not conjure up the sweetness that left your throat. Eddie knew if it was this easy to get you to make that sweet sound in the kitchen, he could just as easily get them out of you in the bedroom as well.
âEddie this is sooooo good!â you compliment him.
He smiled shyly and thanked you. You sat in a comfortable silence as you enjoyed your homemade dinner. âI was surprised you asked me to your house.â You openly admitted, looking over at him.
âReally? He asked as he took a sip of wine. You watched his tattooed-clad hand grip the glass as he brought the honey-coloured liquid to his plump lips and watched his Adamâs apple bob as he swallowed. âUm, yeah, I guess I was wondering why?â You shook your head out of your daze. âCanât a man ask a pretty girl on a date?â He teased.
âSo this is a date? You asked, confirming. âWhy wouldnât it be?â He asked. âWhat about the contract?â You asked, fully knowing all dates were to be set up by your two teams and were to be in public. âWhat about it?â He asked. âI guess Iâm surprised you wanted to be alone with me, is all?â You shrugged. âAny man would be stupid to not want you alone, Angel.â His voice deepened.
Your breath hitched, and you took the last sip of your wine. Eddie got up to pour you another glass. As he walked back, he stood behind you, and as he reached over you, you could feel his chest brush up against your back. He let a ringed hand fall on your shoulder for balance as he leaned over to pour you a glass from behind. He smelled intoxicating. His cologne was obviously expensive, rich and all man.
âWe should get to know one another better,â He said while subtly moving his stool closer to you. âOh, ok, what did you want to know?â Your head was still spinning from his scent that lingered in the air around you. âEverything.â His voice was so sultry it hypnotized you. âYouâre going to have to be more specific,â you giggle. That second glass of wine was quickly lifting your inhibitions.
âOk, how about we start with why youâre agreeing to be with an old guy like me when you could have any guy in the world, Sweetheart.â He raised his brows to you. âI wouldnât call you old.â You admit to him. âIâm turning 40 next year, baby... and youâre what? 21? I could be your father." he begrudgingly admitted.
You laugh again; what the hell was in this wine? âIâm 25, thank you very much, turning 26 next month.â You smiled. âOh, so youâre a Gemini.â He was quick with his answer. âSo I am⌠and to answer your question, I donât have time for dating, and the last time I was in a relationship was so long ago. He didnât respect me or my dreams and said I wasnât good enough to make it. And to top it all, he went and fucked everyone who wasnât meâŚâ You looked down at your fork, pushing around with the bits of food still left on your plate.
âSounds like a little bitch⌠Pardon my French. I think that you need a real man, someone to take care of you.â A hesitant hand had reached to hold yours that was resting on the black marble countertop, but he backed out and rested it very close beside it. âOr I donât need a man; I can take care of myself just fine.â Your posture stiffened, still jaded by what your ex had done to you. You had a hard time trusting people who want to get close. Especially now when you can always do something for them, whether that be money, fifteen minutes of fame, or exposure. It all came down to people leeching off one another in this world. Another reason you were hesitant to come tonight was because you knew that Eddie and you had done this deal to do just that for one another. Only this time, it was a mutual agreement; you both know what youâre getting into, so why did it bother you?
âEveryone needs someone, Angel. You canât be alone forever; humans donât work that way. We are social creatures we need affection...intimacy.â His tone was strong as he lifted your chin gently in his hand to make you look him in the eyes.
âWhat about you? Youâre a catch; why are you single?â You break your gaze. âWell darlinâ, Iâm now a full-time dad slash ex-party boy, my reputation precedes me and honestly nobody wants all the baggage that comes with being with me.â He sighs
âBaggage?â You question why a furrowed brow. âYou are way too young to know about the things I used to get up to back when I was your age⌠god that makes me sound old.â He chuckles.
âI think youâre being too hard of yourself; youâre so handsome and charming and a great cook. You, Mr. Munson, are a catchâ You smile, reaching to touch his bicep. His eyes flick down to your hand and back up your eyes. He may have been out of the dating scene for almost a decade, but he knew when a girl was flirting with him.
âYou trying to butter me up, sweetheart?â He moved closer to you so your noses were almost touching. âWhat if I am?â Your voice is more than a whisper. âI think we should practice some of our chemistry... we will need to be pretty convincing for the cameras.â you continued.
Eddie didnât need any more confirmation. He closed the small gap; his plush lips were so gentle, your mouths moved in sync, and his hands moved up to cup your cheeks. You moved so yours rested on the back of his neck.
Kissing Eddie made your head spin; he was firm and in control, but he was so soft, nothing was rushed, and you were both soaking up the moment. You both felt the spark, but neither would care to admit it. This was supposed to be just business, wasnât it? This didnât feel like just business. No, this was unbridled attraction. Eddie was the first to pull away. If he hadnât, another side of him that hadnât come out in a very long time would be unleashed. He cleared his throat, trying to distract himself from the blood rushing to his cock. You were sad when he pulled away, your head was spinning and you cursed yourself for wanting more. It was only your first date. âI ummm, I guess we can say we have some chemistry?â You scolded yourself. That sounded so lame!
Eddie laughed, âYeah babe I guess you could say that, but I want to make sureâŚâ He leaned in for another kiss, he was insatiable, it had been years since heâd kissed a woman he cared about, and your mouth was so sweet, your lipgloss tasted like peaches. He got brave, slipped in his tongue, and gripped your waist this time, pulling you closer. The screech of the metal stool being dragged across the hardwood floors was startling, but neither of you reacted. You moaned when his hands gripped the sliver of skin that separated your pants from your top. You placed your hands where they rested before on his neck so you were able to hug yourself closer into him.
âI would definitely say there is some chemistry, Angel.â He pulled away begrudgingly once again. He really needed to stop himself. He could not scare you off, especially on the first date. âYouâre a good kisser.â You sigh, eyes still closed, soaking up everything that is Eddie. It made you think about all the other things that Eddie would be good at. Eddie moaned, knowing he could fucking rock your world, but he would have to be patient, he would have to wait.
The rest of the night went smoothly. You had a great time getting to know one another better. Youâd learned how he was such a reckless party boy until Vi was born. You bonded on how you both loved to be on stage, how he cannot wait to get back out there but is nervous about releasing new stuff because what if his fans had moved on? You got to know a side of Eddie that the public didnât ever get a glimpse of.
He glanced at his watch and noticed that it was already 11:30 p.m. You had only gotten there around 7:00 p.m; he didnât want the night to end but hadnât an early morning in the studio with the band. He didnât let you leave without a kiss goodbye. You had melted at his touch, what was supposed to be a quick goodnight kiss turned into a mini make-out session, leaving you with soaked panties to deal with on your drive back to your condo.
As you lay in bed that night, you scroll through your phone, looking at the pictures you took from that night. Roger suggested getting some pictures, putting them on socials, and tagging Eddie in them to get the ball rolling. Your first âdateâ with Eddie would be set up for next week, and a little bit of gossip never hurt anyone. You look to find the perfect picture to post to your Instagram story. It was a picture of your food, wine, and Eddie's tattooed hand on the counter beside you. His unmistakable purple rose tattoo was in the frame, but you still tagged him just to be safe.
You captioned to picture âGet you a man who can cook just as well as he can sing đ @MonsterMunsonâ That was cute? Right? Oh well too late. You closed your eyes and clicked the post.
A few minutes later you receive a text
Eddie: So Iâm your man huh? đ Angel: Technically yes, you signed the contact soooo⌠legally youâre mine lol Eddie: Iâm only kidding, Princess Angel: You sure like to tease me a lotđ˘ Eddie: You will know when I am teasing you, Angel.
It had been about fifteen minutes since Eddie texted you, and he was worried he had crossed a line. Was his flirting too much? Coming on too strong? Maybe this was all contractual to you. Were you calling your publicist to rip up the contact? His thoughts were running wild until he heard his phone go off. He reached for it as it sat facedown on the coffee table. It was a text from you.
Angel: Sorry my phone crashed from all the notifications Iâve been getting about posting the story. Seems like the plan is working!
Maybe this all was just contractual to you after all? But what about that kiss? Eddie was conflicted, fighting with himself, and he was too stubborn to outright ask you. He finally decided to reply 20 minutes later to not look desperate.
Eddie: Great.
When you looked at the reply he seemed off. He used a period. Why was he being dry? Heâs old, maybe he thinks punctuation is necessary? You told yourself not to read into it as much.
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You havenât heard much from Eddie since your first date, which was disappointing, but you kept telling yourself it's because heâs older, heâs busy, he was a single dad, and you understood his hectic lifestyle. He would still text you good morning and good night, but heâd only text you one-word answers; he said he prefers calls over texts. So why hasnât he called you? Screw it, your first public date was coming up, and you wanted his attention. He was probably in the studio today, so you didnât want to call him. So you texted him first instead.
Angel: Hi handsome đĽ°
An hour had passed, and still no reply. Little did you know that every time you texted Eddie, butterflies would erupt in his stomach, but he had to play it cool. You were doing this all for the show, he thought. After an hour of impatient waiting, you decided to be bold. You needed to get his attention, and an idea struck you. You crossed the room to your walk-in closet and started searching. Eddie saw your contact on his phone screen again as he waited his turn outside the sound booth with Jeff and Felix to get into the booth to do the background vocals while Gareth was perfecting his drum solo.
Your contact name lingered there on the lock screen, taunting him. He shoved his phone back on the table and tried to ignore the incessant need to talk to you. âWhat's up, man?â Jeff asked Eddie, as he was clearly bothered. âWhoâs Angel?â Felix leaned over, looking at Eddied's phone, which lit up again when it was thrown on the coffee table in front of them. The band did not know about the arrangement between you and Eddie. âNo one, man, mind your business.â Eddie huffed. âYou gotta girl we donât know about?â Felix laughed. âMaybe itâs his daughter?â Jeff suggested. âOh, itâs definitely not his daughter.â Felix had Eddieâs phone unlocked in his hand.
âWhat do you mea- give me that!â Eddie snatched the phone out of Felixâs hands and looked down at a picture of you laying in bed wearing a tight red mini cocktail dress. Most of your face was cut out, but he could see you seductively bite your index finger. Eddie's eyes bulged out of his head. He read the text underneath it.
Angel: âThis look ok for our date on Friday?â đ¤
Eddie still hadnât replied. His brain was too busy short-circuiting. It had been an whole hour and ten minutes of him not answering you, and you were getting annoyed and needy. You sent another text, praying it would finally get his attention. Jeff grabbed the phone from Eddie before he could think.
âDamn, Eddie, you are one lucky man, who is sheâ Jeff smirked. Before Eddie could get his phone back, your text went through, and Jeff read it out loud.
âFrom Angel: Maybe itâs too much? I wouldnât be able to wear any underwear with it⌠canât have panty lines showing. Winking face,â Jeff finished and looked at Felix with a smirk. âMy man! Still have some game after all this time.â Felix laughed. âWhen was the last time you were even with a girl?â Jeff asked. Eddie grabbed his phone out of Jeffs's hands, ignoring the question and stormed out of the room.
It was now an hour and fifteen minutes since you triple-texted Eddie... This was pathetic. Just as you were about to wallow in self-pity, your phone started to ring. It was Eddie, your heart leapt into your throat, you answered it on the fourth ring.
âHey, hot stuff,â You greeted him. âWhat do you think youâre doing?â Eddieâs voice was stern and hushed like he didnât want anyone to hear him. âWhat do you mean?â You tried to play dumb. âOh, you know exactly what I mean,â he chuckled darkly. âYou didnât like my dress?â you kept your voice sickly sweet and way too innocent. âYouâre a little minx, you know that?â Eddie growled through the phone. Your body reacted to his voice so easily, a shiver ran up your spine.âI-I didnât do anything?â You still played dumb. âYou better wear that on Friday, sweetheart, but Iâll need to know if you decide to not wear your panties,â he whispered. âWhy?â you were not letting go of this act. âFuck sweetheart, youâre making me want to do bad things to you.â He sighed. He heard you giggle softly on the other end of the call. âHave I been a bad girl?â the flirting came so naturally when it came to Eddie. âYou really know how to wind a man up.â He shook his head. This was all for the show; this wasnât supposed to be real. Then why were you playing him like it was? âIf I was there right now, you have no idea what I wou-â
âEd! Letâs go, we need you, man!â Gareth cut off Eddie from behind a closed studio door. âFuck, I gotta go. Iâll talk to you later. No more pictures, ok? The guys damn well near had a heart attack.â And with that, Eddie hung up. So he was at the studio, and you had worked him up. Your plan was working.
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The rest of the week flew by, and Friday seemed to sneak up on you. Working in the studio, writing and recording some demos took up much of your time. Eddie was gradually getting better with texting you, but you understood that he was in the same boat as you.
You look at the clock and see it is time to prepare for your date! You take a shower, exfoliating and shaving everywhere because you never know. When you get out, you pour yourself a little glass to loosen. You apply your makeup as you let your hair sit in a towel on top of your head. Your drink was two-thirds gone by the time you dried and styled it. It has been a few hours, and you finally slipped on your tight little dress. You paired it with some black strappy heels and your Armani clutch, and you were ready to go. You gave yourself a once over in the mirror, spritzed some last-minute perfume because you had forgotten, triple-checked you had applied deodorant, applied one last layer of lipgloss, and had to remind yourself less is more. You forced yourself out of the bathroom, or you would keep adding to your ensemble.
Walking out of your bathroom, you hear the apartment buzzer going off. Eddie was to pick you up at 6:00 p.m., and you glanced at your phone to see it was 6:01 p.m. âHey, sweet girl, buzz me up?â You hear over the intercom. Butterflies erupt in your stomach when you hear his voice. âNo need. Iâm coming down!â You reassured him. âHow can I be a gentleman and pick you up if you wonât let me in?â He laughed.
âFine, come on up.â You playfully roll your eyes and hold the buzzer for him. You pace your foyer for about 5 minutes, but it feels like forever. You hear a quick knock on the door, and you whip it open so quick your hair blows in its wake. Youâre stunned by the man standing before you. Eddie looks delicious. His hair was neatly pulled back in a low bun; he probably put some product in it to keep the frizz away. His all-black suit was tailored for him exactly. His crisp white button-up wasn't done up all the way, showing off his chest tattoos. Eddie lets out a whistle when he sees you; the bouquet of flowers he is holding drops down as he itches his brow with his thumb. âYouâre making it awfully hard to be a gentleman, baby⌠Give me a spin. Let me see you.â he lifts your hand to turn you slowly. Baby. It makes your head spin, or was that because he was literally spinning you? âBeautiful.â He half says under his breath. The hallway was quiet, so you managed to hear whether he intended for you to or not. âWe should get going,â You say as youâre about to lock the door. âWait! Here.â He shoved the flowers into your hands, which you both almost forgot about. The bouquet was a mix of different flowers of all shades of pink, white, and green. A huge smile broke on your face. You werenât used to this, men opening doors for you, bringing you flowers.
You invited him in, wanting to put them in water before you left. You bent over to find a vase in your bottom cabinets. âNo panty lines, I see.â You heard the smugness in his voice. âSo you openly admit that youâre checking me out?â you ask, your back still turned to him as you fill the glass with water. You turn to see a smug smile on his face and playfully roll your eyes in return. âWe should get going, or else I donât think I'll be able to leave; you make that dress look criminal.â He sighs." Keep it professional, Mr. Munson. We are on duty tonight.â You giggle as you lock your door. Eddie rests his hand on the small of your back as you walk to the elevator. He opens the car door for you, and you try to cover up your excited smile.
Roger told you the paparazzi will be tipped off and will capture the both of you after you leave. They booked you a table at this new hot spot restaurant called Enzoâs. The food was supposed to be incredible; you were excited about getting a table there.
The walk into the restaurant wasnât very outrageous. The hostess showed you two your table, a booth seated next to a smaller window⌠very subtle, Roger. âSo whatâs your favourite Italian meal?â You asked Eddie, picking up the menu. âAnything when Iâm actually in Italy,â He said casually. âOkay, Mr. Hotshot, what about when youâre not in Italy.â You picked up a breadstick, nibbling on the end. âRissoto alla Milanese,â He says in a flawless accent. âDonât tell me you speak Italian,â You accuse. The waiter comes to take your drink orders, and Eddie continues on. âCorroded Coffin has a big Italian demographic, surprisingly. We spend a lot of time touring there. This CafĂŠ in Amalfi has the best pastries youâll ever taste! Iâll have to take you some time.â He smiles.
The waiter returned with your drinks, but you waited a little longer to order because you still needed to look at the menu. âOh, you wanna take me to Italy?â you ask while sipping your red wine. âName a place and time, baby. Iâll fire up the jet.â He sips his amaretto. âYou have a jet?â You choke out. You truly forgot how big of a star Eddie Munson is. He is an A list, while youâre more likely on the C list. How is it that he agreed to do this contract with you? âOf course I do.â He said nonchalantly.
After finishing one of the best meals you ever had, a flash of light filters through the window. âAnd so it starts,â Eddie sighs. Honestly, you had forgotten that this night wasnât supposed to be an authentic date. Youâre supposed to not have any strings attached, no feeling, no commitment, no attraction! Then tell that to your vagina...
âCan I get you anything for dessert?â The waiter asks. âI guess we have to milk it a little longer?â you half-whisper. Eddie orders you a tiramisu to share. âI am having a lot of fun tonight.â Eddie admits, âMe too.â you bite your lip. A few minutes later, your cake is presented on the table. You cheers your silver teaspoons and dig in. You let your senses take over as you put the sweet cake and cream in your mouth. You let out an audible moan as your head falls back. Just like how you did for the meal Eddie Cooked You.
Eddieâs eyes go dark as he hears the moan leave your mouth, forgetting where he is and what he is meant to be doing. âYou really know how to tease me, Princess.â Your head snaps back up at Eddie's omission. âI thought you were supposed to be the expert tease?â You place another piece of cake in your mouth and slowly slide the spoon down your lips. Eddie looked at you like he would devour you, and you were willing to let him. Another flash brought the both of you back into reality. Letting out a sigh, you both decided to wrap up the date. Eddie paid and grabbed your hand to help you out of the booth. âReady for this shit show, Princess?â He wrapped a protective arm around your shoulder. âReady as Iâll ever be.â You said while peering into his beautiful brown eyes.
Eddie opened the doors of Enzoâs, and it was like walking into a circus. There were what looked like 15 Paps, all surrounding the doors, the bright flashes, the yelling of your names, so many voices telling you where to look. You smiled slightly and watched where your and Eddie's feet took you.
You suddenly felt someone grab the back of your dress, making you let out a small yelp. Eddie asks you whatâs wrong. You tell him someone grabbed you, and something switches within Eddie. âWho put their hands on my girl?â Eddie was seeing red. You begged Eddie to get you to the car before a fight broke out. He saw the fear in your eyes, pushed your way through the sea of cameras, and safely made it to the car. âYou okay, Angel?â Eddie asked once he was in the driver's seat. âYeah, I think so. That was really scary,â you say while steadying your breath. âFirst time?â He asks you while resting his hand on the back of my head for comfort. âThat obvious?â You say with a shaky laugh. âIâve been doing this for ten-plus years, Angel. It never gets any easier.â He shook his head.
âThank you for standing up for me.â You go to grab his other hand that was resting on the console, and you give it a light squeeze. The moment was so intimate you were dying to kiss him. His lips were stained red from the tomato sauce, and his cologne was so intoxicating. To just lean in a little bit more...
The cameras were still flashing, and Eddie needed to get the both of you out of there, âTheyâve had their fair share of pictures.â He whispers as he leans back. He wants to kiss you; he so wants to kiss you at this moment, but he doesnât want to kiss you just for cameras. He wants that between the two of you, away from the public. But you didnât know that. You think itâs hit him that this is all for the show, that he is just doing this for the contract. You are so far into your head the rest of the way home. Youâre very quiet compared to when you were at dinner with Eddie.
âEverything okay, Baby?â Eddie asks as he pulls into your building's visitor parking spot. âYeah, just a crazy night⌠Well, thank you for dinner. I believe we pulled it off, um, goodnight.â You shake it off and go to open the passenger door.
âWoah woah woah, slow down, let me.â He reaches out to stop you, and you roll your eyes at his need to be gentlemanly. You see him scurry around the front of the car. He swings the door open and holds out his hand to help you out of the car. âMâladyâ slips out as he helps you stand.
âThank you, kind sir.â You give a small curtsy. âIâll walk you to your apartment. Make sure you get home safe.â He guides you to the elevators. Hand resting on your back the whole way up, you were so tempted to lean your head on his shoulder, but you had to remind yourself this was all an act even though you wanted it to be more.
âWell... this is me.â You say as you get to your front door. An internal cringe runs through your body. Of course, he knows this is you. He picked you up from here mere hours ago. âSo it is,â Eddie says, hoping you invite him in. âUm, well, thanks for dinner, goodnight.â You turn to unlock the door, but Eddie stops you by placing his hand on your hand with the keys. âWoah, hold on, Sweetheart, youâre not getting away that easy. Whatâs going on in that pretty head of yours? Hm, youâve been quiet since the car?â He lifted your chin up to look at him. âThis is all so new for me. I guess Iâm overwhelmed.â It wasnât a lie; it was overwhelming this new life you made for yourself. âI know, Angel, this world is crazy, but you have me, okay? You donât have anything to be afraid of.â He reassured you, but it didnât help. You had lots to be afraid of. You were scared of your feelings for Eddie; youâre scared he doesnât feel the same way.
Eddie saw the look on your face; your thoughts were spinning, and he saw the wheels in your head turning. He wanted to make it all go away. He needed to make you feel better, to turn off all your thoughts. Eddie did what he knew best; he leaned in to kiss you. It was unexpected. It caught you off guard but brought you back to reality. Eddie was soft and gentle. A peck was all it was, but it was more than that underneath. You two had something special, it was undeniable that you both felt it but were too chicken to admit it.
Eddie was the first to pull away once again, and you hated that he did. âDo you want to come inside?â You donât know where that offer came from. This was not how the night was to end up. âAre you sure, Angel? You were ready to shoo me off your doorstep a minute ago.â He chuckled. âDo you want some coffee?â You started to unlock your door.
âI donât think coffee is what I want to consume if I join because of how youâre wearing that dressâŚâ He has that look again like he could eat you. A shiver runs down your spine. âI thought you were trying to be a gentleman? Am I not a Lady.â You turn in your doorway. âYes, and a Lady she shall stayâŚfor now.â He leaned in to give you one last head-spinning kiss. âGoodnight, Baby.â He takes your hand and raises it to his mouth. âLet me know when you get home safe.â You hum. Eddie has you hypnotized.
After seeing him get into the elevator, you lock your door and start to get unready. You plop down on your bed, makeup wipe in hand, feeling conflicted. On one hand, you have Eddie at your fingertips; on the other, you have your entire career to worry about. You ultimately decide that not sleeping with Eddie was the best choice. It keeps things simple and sure your pussy throbs whenever he kisses or touches you, but that would go away⌠right? You havenât been touched in a while.âŚthatâs all it is, so why canât you help yourself from reaching down further until you feel your wet folds? You had no panties on; it wasnât a lie on your part. You could feel your slick coating the tops of your inner thighs. You were so wet. How had you just noticed now? Your pussy was begging for attention. You had to give in.
You stripped off your dress you were laying there naked in your bed. You thought about how Eddieâs lips felt against yours, how his big hands felt when he rested them on your back and thigh while driving. You thought about what his skilled mouth was capable of. Your clit was screaming at you for relief as you teased yourself getting ready. You couldnât take it anymore. You gave yourself the relief you needed, circling your clit with just the right amount of pressure. Your other hand explored your breasts, toying with each nipple that sent a sensation of pleasure straight to your pussy. You kept thinking about Eddie dominating you, how he would use such filthy words. Do you like being such a dirty little girl for me? Letting me use you as my little fuck toy? Such a good girl for me.
You imagined Eddieâs voice repeating those words repeatedly until your head was spinning, the coil in your lower belly was tightening, it was about to snap, so close, you curled harder and harder. Youâre lost in the feeling; you donât even realize your phone is ringing⌠until you do. It broke you out of the almost orgasm. Fuck you lost it.
You angrily look to see who is calling; your mood switches when you see the man of your fantasy face timing you, so you answer, not thinking about how you're naked. âHey, pretty girl, made it home.â He smiled. It looked like he was sitting in his bed. âYou made good time,â You say, panting, slowly regaining your breath. âAre you naked?!â Eddie's eyes bulge out of his head.
âWho is that, Daddy?â you both hear a small voice coming from Eddieâs end. âShit,â he said under his breath before he continued, âCupcake, go back to bed. Itâs midnight, way past your bedtime!â Heâs talking to his daughter, and you scramble to put on the old t-shirt you had lying on your bed from getting ready earlier.
âIs that Poppy?â You can hear the excitement in her voice. Who is Poppy? Did he have another girl around he didnât tell you about? âPoppy? Whoâs Poppy?â Eddie asks Violet Rose, confused. âPOPPY! like Princess of POP!â She explains that heâs a moron. Eddie still doesnât understand, so she continues, âYou call her Angle; I call her Poppy because a Poppy is also a flower, just like me! VIOLET ROSE and POPPYâ She spells it out for him. Your heart swells that they both have nicknames to use for you. âI like that, Vi. We can be flower power buddies.â You giggle at the nickname.
The padding of her feet sped up like she was running at the sound of your voice. Eddie shook on the screen before you, and he let out an âoofâ sound. âViolet Rose, do not make me ask you again,â his voice was stern. âBut Daddy, pleeeeeeease, I just want to say hi, and Iâll go to bed! I pinky promise!â You see her milk chocolate curls pop into view.
âHiiiiiiiiiiii Poppy! You should come over to our house now you and Daddy are friends! You can come to my pool party! â She is such a sweet kid. âHi, cutie, Iâll have to ensure thatâs okay with your Dad.â You reply, looking at him. Eddieâs brows furrow, thinking about if thatâs a good idea or not?
âCupcake, you said hello now go to bed,â Eddie chides. âFine⌠byeeee!â She waves furiously at the phone camera and slumps off the bed out of view. âSorry about her; she is very excitable when it comes to you. She hasnât stopped talking about the concert,â he apologized. âItâs okay, baby; sheâs adorable and a really sweet kid.â Baby, it just slipped out. You try and play it off like nothing happened, but Eddie couldnât allow that.
âBaby, huh? I thought we were off duty?â He slides down his pillows, resting a hand behind his head, propping his head up. You can see the swell of his bicep flexing behind his head, and you blush at the accusation. âOff the clock or not, there is no denying youâre a babe. Some may even say DILF,â What had gotten into you?! Maybe it was all that fancy Italian wine from the restaurant; that was it, definitely. âDILF, huh? What exactly were you doing when I called?â his tone changed. It was sultry and deep, and it shot right through to your core. âWouldnât you like to know?â Two can play at this game. âWhere you touching yourself, Angel?â He questioned. âMr. Munson, I have never!â You throw your hand up to your chest dramatically. This made Eddie laugh, so you loved the sound of his laugh and the way his eyes crinkled, making his crow's feet even more pronounced.
âPlease, Sweetheart, Mr. Munson is my uncle, donât make me feel that old.â He shook his head. âDo you think I was touching myself to the thought of you? You dirty old man?â You couldnât keep a straight face. You let out a barked laugh and apologized. âIâm sorry,â you say between giggles. âIâll never say that again! I think itâs the wine; my head feels loopy.â You slunk back into your pillows and rested your head. Eddie just laughed in return but thought you were cute and funny. You were easy to talk to. âYou look awfully comfortable, Princess.â He wished he was lying beside you. âWish you were joining me,â you half whispered while fighting to keep your eyes open. âYeah, me too. Sweet dreams, Angel." Eddie whispers in return. You think youâre dreaming it as you drift off.
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The next morning, Roger called to give you an update. âYou guys sure sold it last night, let me tell ya! You sure you donât want to go into acting?â He questioned, âOh Rog, come on, Iâm not that good of an actor,â you brush off. âSweetheart, please, I saw the video on TMZ, the way Eddie blew up at that pap for bumping into you? Genius!â He exclaimed.
âIt wasnât just a bump, they grabbed me.â You huffed. âWell, whatever happened, Iâm glad youâre okay, and you have everyone talking about the both of you!â The plan truly was working, so why did you feel so shitty? âDoes the contract say anything about restrictions about when we see one another?â you ask, biting your perfectly manicured thumb. âNo, why do you ask?â Roger asks, confused. âWell, his daughter invited me to her pool party, and I was thinking about going?â You had to play this off right; you canât let Roger know your true feelings and call the whole thing off. âCanât see anything wrong with that, I suppose? It will make it look more real if youâre seen going over to his house, if anything! Give me a time and address, and Iâll set it up.â He chimed.
Shit, this is not what you wanted.
âUh, Iâm not sure I want the paps around because of his kid; it doesnât feel right. What if I just do more social media postings?â You rush out. âFine, but send it to me first; I must approve everything.â Roger commanded.âOk, thanks, Rog,â you sighed with relief. âBye, sweetheart.â He hung up.
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A week later, you arrive at Eddieâs house around 1:00 p.m. and hear your song blasting from the speakers, which you presume are in the backyard. You make your way around to the side gate Eddie said for you to come through since thatâs where all of them were. You walk around the garden to see 7 little girls splashing in the swimming pool and poor Eddie looking so stressed about being the only supervisor. You let out a soft giggle to yourself when you take him in. He was such a girl dad; you could see he had bright pink and blue nail polish that was clearly done by a child. His hair was up in a high ponytail with different butterfly clips pinning his bangs back, glitter in his beard, and he had on purple eyeshadow that matched the glittery purple feather boa wrapped around his neck. It was a great contrast to the all-black ensemble he was sporting. It made your heart melt to see him being such a good sport about all of this. You could tell he literally would do anything to make his child happy.
âI see you are testing out a new stage look.â You motion up and down. Eddie doesnât care; he immediately embraces you in a tight hug. âThank god youâre here!â You can feel the stress in his body melt away when you hug him back. âOf course, Iâll do anything for Vi.â You smiled up at him, making the butterflies in his stomach come to life. Eddie was simp, and he knew it. Youâre everything he has ever wanted; he just had to convince you he was what you needed. âThat bad, huh?â You cock your head to the side. Eddie could kiss you, and he would if his daughter wasnât five feet away from him. âYou know, I thought I would be okay. Iâve done this before, but now she is twelve and a preteen, and I donât know what I am doing anymore. Soon, she will be a teenager, and Iâm going to be the guy she wonât come to for advice, and she will be drinking and partying and the BOYS! Oh god, the boys! Or girls, you never know? I donât care, but I canât deal with anyone breaking her heart and-â âEddie, breathe.â You touch his biceps, rubbing your hands up and down, grounding him back to reality. âI can handle this; why donât you go have a smoke, take a breather, grab some water or maybe something stronger, and Iâll be right here watching them, okay?â Your vanilla cinnamon perfume is wafting his senses, calming him down. You were grounding him, letting him know youâre here for him. He didnât think he could fall for you any harder, but here you are, showing up for him and his baby girl.
Eddie returned back to the yard about twenty minutes later. In all honesty, he had needed two cigarettes to calm himself. When he finished his smoke break, he grabbed a tray and brought out glasses of lemonade for everyone. He walked back out and was stopped in his tracks; he was taking you in for the first time that day. The sight of you in your Barbie pink bathing suit, the same one from that music video. You have all the girls lined up, teaching them some choreography you learned from the same music video. You were so patient and kind and looked so good in that bathing suit. Eddie forgot where he was for a moment; his mind flashed to him between your legs, shifting that small piece of nylon to the side so he could ravish you.
âDad, look what we learned!â His thoughts were cut off by the sweet voice of his daughter. Fucking hell, Munson get it together, he scolded himself. You were like a damn succubus pulling him into a dirty world he never wanted to escape from. âLooking good, ladies.â He couldnât peel his eyes away from you; the way your hips shifted side to side, it was all innocent, of course, but that didnât change the fact that Eddie couldnât help himself.
âDaddy, is Poppy your girlfriend?â Eddie's head snapped up from the conversation he was having with you at the head of the table while the rest of the girls were having their sandwiches. His head snaps back to you, then back to Violet Rose, âWell-â he clears his throat, thinking about his options. He could tell Vi and the rest of her friends the truth and have to risk them blabbing to their parents and getting the story leaked, or he could lie to his daughterâŚ
Eddie grabs your hand. âYou see, Vi, Angel is very special to me.â Not a lie. âSo she and I have gone out on some dates.â This is also not a lie. âSo, yes, she is my girlfriend.â Also, not technically a lie? âWhy is she your girlfriend?â This was Violet Roses's first experience with her father dating someone and, on top of that, dating someone so publicly, but this was not a question Eddie was prepared for. âUm, well, Cupcake,â Eddie was now looking you dead in the eyes. âWhen you find someone that makes you happy, you want to be with that person⌠commit to that person. She is kind, she is funny and easy to talk to. She understands what itâs like to be in this crazy world we call Hollywood. She knows how to make me feel cared for and respected. When you find someone like that, you never want to let them go, so you ask them to be with you⌠thatâs why she is my-my girlfriend.â The words spewed out of Eddie like word vomit.
He admitted to many preteen girls his admiration for you and felt his cheeks turning bright red. He will blame the sun. A bunch of âawwwwwesâ escaped the table, even if you looked at him like he just gave you the world.
âWho wants ice cream?â He shot up from the table and started walking inside.
âWow, you almost convinced me you really meant what you were saying.â Eddie jumped, not thinking you had followed him back into the house. âUhhh yeah- totally.â He cleared his throat. âYou really had me going there; you sure youâre also not an actor?â You giggle a little bit uncomfortably. You had wished his words were sincere. He shook his head no and went to the freezer to get the ice cream to make milkshakes. âum, so anywaysâŚRoger said we needed to take pictures together and post them.â You changed the subject. âOh, um, okay, I guess yeah, why not?â Eddie was visibly frazzled, and you still think itâs because of the party.
âHere, let me get this for them? You go get freshened up, and we can take some pictures, okay?â you give him a soft smile. âWhat, I look that bad, Princess? Donât want to be seen with an old man?â He scoffs. âOh, um, I mean, if you want the whole world to see badass Eddie Munson looking like Violet Roseâs personal Barbie Styling Head, then by all means,â You giggle. Eddie had totally forgotten about the little makeover the girls gave him this entire time.âShit,â he ran to the bathroom to fix himself.
âShe going to be my momâ
âYouâre so lucky! I wish she would be my mom!â
âYou already have a mom. And I don't! â
Those are the words you overhear when you go back outside with the assortment of different flavour milkshakes. Oh fuck.
âWho wants ice cream?â You ask in a sing-song voice, changing the subject immediately.
Eddie returned about ten minutes later to take an assortment of pictures and send them to Roger for approval. Roger sends you back the ones you can post on your main feed and your stories. He assigned you and Eddie each your own ones to post.
The one of you standing by Eddie's side and him kissing your cheek and Violet Rose with the biggest smile on her face in front of the both of you was your favourite. You got to post that one, and Eddie got to post the one of you and Violet Rose holding hands and dancing. The internet went wild. Everyone was saying how you were such a cute family, how everyone shipped the two of you. It seemed like your perfect little world wasnât so fake after all? Maybe it could be real?
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Being Eddie Munson's fake girlfriend was a dream. He took you out on dates; most were planned by the publicity team, but he would ask you to see him without them knowing because he âwanted to see one another without paparazzi.â He pampered you like no other man had in the past, and he wasnât even your real boyfriend. He likes to buy you things, little things he sees that remind him of you. The last thing he got you were matching bunny slippers with Violet Rose because âyouâre just so cute.â
Things between the two of you were becoming routine. You would go over to his house after long studio sessions. You would hang out with Violet Rose even if Eddie wasnât home yet. You were becoming very attached to her. She would always be able to bring your mood up no matter how you were feeling. Around 4:30p.m, youâd gotten a call from Eddie, who was panicked. âIâm so sorry. I hate to ask this of you, but the nanny had a family emergency, and I wonât be home until I donât even know when? I didnât have anyone else to call, and I trust you with her, so can you stay with VR until I get home?â He was frantic. Your heart fluttered that he trusted you enough to watch over Vi. âEddie, itâs okay, Iâm free to watch her- Oh! We can have a pyjama party! We can paint our nails, do some face masks, eat junk food, and watch movies! Oh, it will be so fun!â You hear Eddie release the breath that he was holding.âThank you so much. You truly are my Angel. Youâre sure youâre okay with this?â you can hear the worry in his voice, so you reassure him that it will only be a few hours and everything will be okay.
âBaby Munson?! Your dad is running late, so itâs just us girls for now; you okay with that?â you smiled at her after the Nanny let you in as she was dashing out the door. âOH EM GEEEEEEE!â She jumped up and down with excitement. You had packed your bag with all the essentials for the ultimate slumber party. You had stopped at the store to get sheet masks, candies and chips, and some teen magazines with those fun quizzes. âGo put in your pyjamas. We are having a slumber party!â You told her and went to the bathroom to change into yours, only you realize that you had forgotten the most important part of the pyjama party, the pyjamas. Shit
You exit the bathroom still in your jeans and t-shirt as Violet storms down the stairs, sounding like a herd of Elephants. âWhere are your pjâs?â she asks. âSilly me was too excited about getting all the supplies. I forgot to pack them,â You admit. âThat's okay, you can wear my dadâs! He lets me sleep in his old t-shirts all the time!â She tugs your hand before you can protest and drags you to his room.
âViolet, are you sure itâs okay for me to be in here?â You take in Eddieâs bedroom. It seems very intimate to be inside someone's personal space. Violet Rose rifles through Eddieâs armour and passes you a faded Corroded Coffin tour shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants.
âAre you sure this is okay?â You ask her again. âYeah, youâre his girlfriend? Why wouldnât it be?â She quizzes you. She makes a very good point. You huff in defeat and walk to the bathroom to change.
As you exit, Vi has a hoard of blankets in her hands that you can only see her feet and the top of her head.
âLet's make a fort!â you hear her muffled cheers. âOk, you get started, Iâll order pizza.â You smile.
You walk into the living room to tell her that the pizza should arrive soon. âYou look cozy,â She says as you enter the family room. Violet runs and jumps into your arms, giving you a big hug. âSo do you, baby Munson.â You giggle. After the fort was constructed and too many slices of pizza were consumed, you start painting one another nails. Violet Rose chose her favourite colour for you, purple, not surprisingly⌠and you chose pink for her. âIâm really happy youâre my dad's girlfriend.â She says while stuffing her face with a brownie. âI am, too.â you try not to blush. âHe is a lot happier now youâre here.â She spews out nonchalantly. âWhat makes you say that?â You question. âHe is always humming now; sometimes, Iâll catch him humming your songs. And he is playing the guitar more and writing love songs.â She shrugs her shoulders. âHow would you know he is writing love songs?â You look at her quizzically. âI went into his music room and saw them on the table! One of them was titled Forever My Angel! Wanna see!â her eyes go wide god, they are just like her father's. âNo, sweetheart, I wouldnât want to see something he isnât ready to show me.â You continue to paint her other hand even though you're screaming at yourself for not peaking. âOh, and he lets me get away with not doing my chores as much, annnnnd he told me a secret. Oh no! I wasnât supposed to tell you that! Oops!â she covered her mouth with both hands, making the nail brush paint across her fingers. âA secret, huh? Your Daddy talking about me when Iâm not around?â Your heart swelled at the thought.
The lines of what was real and what was fake were becoming extremely blurred. Violet Rose nodded hesitantly. âItâs okay, donât tell me, if it is supposed to be a secret, then it will stay a secret.â You wipe off the excess polish off of her fingers.
The rest of the night was filled with Disney princess movies, more junk food, and pre-teen romance quizzes; according to yours, you were destined to be with Harry Styles, and Violet was most compatible with Ross Lynch. Time flew by with Violet; after you cleaned up your mess, you snuggled back into the fort with her to put on the next movie. She chose the Disney movie Brave and said it was one of her favourites. You havenât even noticed the time when you put on the movie; it was already quarter to midnight, and Eddie still wasnât home.
Eddie walked into his house at 12:49 p.m. He had a whole speech prepared about how sorry he was, that they were on a roll and couldnât stop recording until it was perfection. Eddie followed the sound of the TV calling your name a few times, but with no luck, you didnât answer. Eddie rounded the corner to see the tented blankets and the couch cushions disassembled. He skimmed to himself and walked around to see if you guys were still in there. Sure enough, he sees both of you tucked up into one another, sleeping. Eddieâs heart swelled; he couldnât picture a more perfect thing to come home to. It also didnât escape him that you had on that old Corroded Coffin shirt, their first-ever tour merchandise. Eddie wanted to crawl in and be there with the two of you, but he thought better than to disrupt you. You were probably exhausted. You looked so peaceful he didnât want to wake you, so he let you sleep.
You wake up the following day to the smell of pancakes and a massive crick in your neck. You open your eyes to a sheet suspended above your head. What the? The reality of where you are hits you. As your bones and joints start popping and cracking, you slowly shuffle out of the fort and make your way to the kitchen.
You could hear Eddie and Violet Rose singing Sweet Caroline. When you rounded the corridor, you saw Eddie had a wooden mixing spoon aimed at Violet like a microphone. You take in the sight and let out a small giggle.
âGood morning, Sunshine.â Eddie grinned at you.âGood morning,â you replied sheepishly. Was he annoyed you spent the night?
âVi, go brush your teeth before you eat,â Eddie insisted.
He was plating the pancakes, and you glued over the counter it looked like an assortment of plain, chocolate chip, and blueberry.
âIâll bet ten grand that kid didnât brush them last night.â He winked at you over his shoulder. âSorry,â You nervously bit your thumbnail and sat on the barstool. âI am only teasing you, Angel; Iâm very grateful you watched over her last night.â He slid a pancake on your plate.
âIâm sorry for spending the night. I didnât plan on it. You should have woken me up.â You fiddled with the hem of Eddieâs shirt you borrowed. âNah, doll face, couldnât do that to you; you were a literal Angel sleeping in my clothesâŚâ Eddie bit his lip, eyeing you up and down.
âIâm sorry, out of all the things I forgot to pack for a slumber party, and Vi said it was okay, especially because Iâm your âgirlfriend,â You air quoted. âMi casa es tu casa.â Eddie leaned back on the counter, spreading his arms wide and showing you his home.
âWell, um, thank you.â you tuck a piece of tussled hair behind your ear. âI should be the one thanking you, sweetheart. Truly owe you one, big time.â He sat down on the stool beside you. âIt was my pleasure. Turns out being your fake girlfriend is more fun than I thought,â you said in a hushed tone, just in case Violet Rose had already come back down the stairs.
Eddie cleared his throat. He hated that this was all still supposed to be fake when he was catching feelings. He was one big fat simp for you. The guys donât let him forget it. He talks about you when he is with them; heâs even writing songs about you. Youâve become his muse, saving grace, and Angel and he will eventually win you over. He had to, or else it would kill him if he didnâtâŚ
âI, uh, shit⌠I couldn't have asked for a better person to be my fake girlfriend.â He shook his head. Way to play it cool, Munson.
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Itâs been over 4 months since your deal with Eddie was signed, and nothing has died down. Both you and Eddie are being individually followed by the paparazzi when youâre out doing regular things, like when youâre running errands or when he is picking up Vi from school.
"Roger suggested we go on a shopping date together. Can you help me pick an outfit for Corroded Coffin's album release party this weekend?" You convince Eddie to go out shopping with you. Anyone who is anyone will be there. The guest list is star-studded, and it was a crucial night, not only to solidify your ârelationshipâ with the public as you would be showing your support for your man but also to Eddie. He was very nervous about what everyone would think was the first new music they released in almost a decade. You being there for him meant everything.
Walking down the streets of Hollywood hand in hand, not missing the distinct clicks of the cameras, you enter the designer boutique. âSo whatâs the vibe for the party?â you question, skimming some dresses hanging on the wall. âHmmm, I guess, metalâŚobviously. Dark, electric, sexy.â He hummed into your ear. An electric current coursed through your veins and down your spine. âOk, not usually my go-to look, but I can make it work.â You whisper.
âYou can make anything work.â Eddie slid a finger around your shoulder, moving your hair out of the way and down your back, stopping to rest it on your tailbone. âHi, how can I help you today?â the salesperson greets the two of you. âWe are here to find my girl an outfit for this weekend,â Eddie quickly replies. The way he says my girl shouldnât get you as worked up as it does. You knew he was just putting it on. âBrilliant! whatâs the occasion?â They ask with a smile. You rest your hand on Eddieâs chest, and you can feel his heart racing. âThis sexy guy's album release party, have to look extra good to let him know how proud I am.â You look up to Eddie, staring down at you with a smile plastered to his face. After telling them more about the event, the floor worker shows you around and helps pick a few options. Eddie is sat by the changing rooms, champagne in hand, waiting for your little fashion show. You show him outfit after outfit, but none of them are working you like you wanted, until the last one.
You looked at yourself in the changing room mirror. You wore a Dolce and Gabbana sheer black lace corset that was practically lingerie and a tight black leather mini skirt that showed off all the right curves paired with thigh-high shiny black stiletto boots. This was 100% the winner, and you wanted it to surprise Eddie. âYou coming out, Princess or do you need my help?â Eddie giggled into his champagne glass.
âNope, youâre not seeing this until Saturday.â You stared to undress. âWhat, thatâs not fair.â You could hear the pout in his voice. âI promise it will be Corroded Coffin approved.â You swing open the curtain, showing you are back in your back dressed in your signature pastel-coloured pallet. âI think I should at least get to see what Iâm buying for you,â Eddieâs hand resting on the small of your back, leading you to the checkout counter. âYouâre not paying for it?â You question him, confused. âYes, I am.â He stops at the counter.
You place your clothes down and reach for your wallet, but Eddie is already handing over his black card before you can even unzip it. You open your mouth to protest, but Eddie is giving you that donât be a brat look. âThank you, but you didnât have to do this.â You sigh. âJust want to take care of my girl.â He places a kiss on the top of your head.
There he goes again with those words that make your knees feel like jello. âThe both of you are seriously so cute; thank you for shopping; enjoy the party!â The sales clerk waves you goodbye, and you do your best not to wobble with your Bambi knees.
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The Party is in full swing by 9:30 p.m., and youâre running a bit late due to your hair and makeup stylists; you have texted Eddie an apology, and he tells you not to stress. You leave the car at 9:55 p.m. and into the event with no issues. The paparazzi cameras flash, and you smile and give your name to the doorman.
âAh yes, here you are, our special guests plus one. Go right on in. Iâm sure it wonât be hard to find them.â He gave you a wink as you passed by.
Inside, it looked like a vampire's nightclub. All black, everything with gold and red accents, the lights were dim and moody. You definitely dressed the part. You had on the outfit you bought at the boutique, matched with a matte smoked-out dark eyeshadow with a glossy red lip and a slicked-back updo. You clutched your bag, grabbed a glass of whatever the servers were handing out on the silver trays and scanned the room for your date. Like the doorman said, you spotted him instantly. He was on an elevated platform with the rest of the band, mingling with the other VIP guests.
You approached the roped-off area, and the big security guard asked for your name. âNo need, sheâs with me.â Eddie let him know and stepped aside. Eddie took your hand to help you up the stairs. His eyes scanned you, and he subconsciously licked his lips as he blatantly checked you out. âIâm not even mad that youâre late, you look⌠wow⌠delicious, shit-no-I mean, incredible.â Eddie scolds himself. âThank you, handsome; you look delicious yourself.â You kiss his cheek and give a one-arm hug hello.
âYou think Iâm joking, Princess? Iâm not.â He whispers in your ear, making the chills come back to your skin. âCome, I want you to meet the band.â He guides you to sit with the rest of them. âAngel, this is Gareth, Jeff and Felixâ You give a small wave, awestruck at who youâre meeting. âItâs so nice to meet you guys. My parents are huge fans, I grew up with your music in the house practically 24/7.â
âWay to make us feel old Angel.â Eddie leaned in and stroked your back. âI really donât mean to.â You pout, not thinking. Eddie wants to kiss the pout right off your face, but not now; you will have lots of time for that later. âItâs nice to meet you, Angel,â Felix smiles.
You thought of correcting him and giving him your actual name, but you liked this newfound name Eddie has given you; itâs cute and makes you think of him whenever you hear the word. âSo, how did you and Eddie meet?â Jeff asks, sitting back on the black velvet booth bench. You didnât know if they knew or not? Did he tell them this was fake? You stutter a bit before Eddie takes over. âWe met at her meet and greet when I took Violet Rose to her concert.â Simple, and the truth. âYour concert? So you some kind of singer,â Gareth questioned.
You werenât offended, you didnât expect them to know who you were, hell, you didnât expect someone like Eddie to know who you were either. âHey man, donât be a dickâ Eddie tightened his grip around your waist, his fingers buried into the soft flesh that made your skin tingle.
âBaby, itâs fine! They arenât really my demographic.â You giggle, finally taking a sip of what seemed to be champagne in the black glass flute. Eddie's eyes blow wide open at the pet name, not very subtle Munson.
You continue speaking after your first sip. âYeah, Iâm a singer; I just finished my first headliner tour.â You smile, proud of your accomplishment.
âAngel here has the most beautiful voice youâve ever heard, give them a few bars .â Eddie was proud and not a fake proud. He wanted to show you off and stake his claim. This feeling was so new to him, in his younger days he would just be with another pretty face but none of them ever made him feel like you do. When you were near, he always wanted to be touching you, never wanting to let you out of his sight, not in a creepy overbearing way but in a way that he was proud to be seen with you.
âNever seen you this smitten before, Munson did not think I would see the day.â Felix chimed in. âI really thought you were catfishing this poor olâman. Nice to see youâre actually real. I couldnât believe it when he told us he was dating someone. It's been years since Sarafina!â Gareth laughs. You snap your head to look at Eddie beside you and back at Gareth. âDid you just say Sarafina?â Your eyes bug out of your skull. Sarafina as in superstar runway model, academy award-winning actress Sarafina?! âWhat the fuck, Gareth!â Eddie scolds along with the other two bandmates.
âOops,â Gareth shrinks back into his chair. âNo more drinks for you, man.â Jeff takes away his glass of whiskey. âIs that Violet Roseâs mom?!â It's all clicking for you, of course; that gorgeous little girlâs mother is the most beautiful woman on the planet; she looks just like her!
Eddie can see the wheels in your head spinning. âShe doesnât know who her mom is, so please donât say anything to her.â Eddie pleads. âOf course.â You grab Eddieâs hand and give it a squeeze. âThank you.â He gives a small smile. âYou dated Sarafina?â you half-whisper. âIt was a long time ago. We were young and so dumb. We were partying so much I hardly even remember that week. Vi wasnât planned. Sara didnât want a kid, so she asked me to keep it hush-hush so she could live normally after the baby was born. No one knows except our inner circle.â Eddie sighed. You were surprised he was divulging all of this to you. Was it to make you feel better? Or was it to protect Vi? Probably the latter.
âYour secret is safe with me; I would do anything to protect that little pumpkin.â You smiled. Eddie felt his heart swell at the way you spoke about his baby girl; she is the light of his whole life, and for you to protect her made Eddieâs admiration for you grow tenfold. âLooks like you got yourself a keeper, Eds.â Jeff smiles at you and his best friend. âYeah, I picked a good one.â He kisses your cheek, and you canât help but feel butterflies.
As the night went on, several more drinks were had, and more dancing was done, more so you than Eddie. He mostly sat back and watched you sway your hips in that tiny dress that hardly covered your ass and those heels that made your legs look long and mouthwatering. He had to keep conscious not to pop a boner in the club, his unforgiving leather pants would not aid him.
You can feel Eddie eye fucking you as you dance the night away. The music was blasting, the alcohol was flowing, not enough to where you were drunk but enough to have a nice buzz that your inhibitions were slowly lifting, giving you the confidence to pull Eddie up to dance with you. âNo, no, no, Sweetheart, I am excellent right here.â Eddie shakes his head.
âEddie pleeeeeeease, I have no one else to dance withâ You gave Eddie that little pout he cannot seem to resist. He throws his head back in defiance and gives in you your request letting you pull him out of the padded booth and into your arms. You start off slow to ease him into it. He is awkward and stiff. You see why he didnât want to get up. A small giggle leaves your lips, and Eddie groans. âThis is why I donât dance, I donât know howâ He pinches his brows looking down at you.
âCome on, baby, youâre musically inclined; just find the beat and move your hips with mine.â You spin around so your ass is to his crotch, grab both hands and pin them to your hips so he can follow along. Eddie is stiffer than a board. He needed to loosen up, but how can he when youâre pressed up to him so close like this? He was struggling not to pop a boner just watching you. He can feel your cheeks pressed up against his shaft. He can smell your strawberry shampoo mixed with your vanilla cinnamon perfume, tingling his senses. He is snapped out of his trance when he feels your ass is sweeping across his dick.
âEddie, you need to follow my lead. Move your hips.â You look over your shoulder to see his jaw clenched, eyes black with lust. Your hips slow down, dipping from side to side until Eddie starts to follow along. You smile up at him when he finally gets a feel for it. You grid your ass into the partial hard-on you can feel him sporting. You bring an arm up to rest on the back of his neck, and you can feel a brave hand run up from your hip to your middle and back down again. Eddie is feeling more confident. He canât believe he is in a club grinding with you at his age, but hell, this is Corroded Coffinâs night, and he will live it up.
The song went on, and Eddie's semi didnât take long to become a full-fledged chubby. âI donât think you understand your power over me, Angel.â You can feel Eddieâs head dipped lower, his hot breath masking your ear. The heat rose to your cheeks as he dug his hips into the flesh of your ass, really showing you what he means. Your head is spinning too much to think of a witty comeback, so you rest your head on his shoulder, pushing your hips further into Eddie's crotch.
âDo you realize what youâre doing to me, little one?â His breath is hot on your neck; you feel his lips graze over that sensitive spot, and you moan. Eddie doesnât hear it over the loud base but knows he is riling you up. You quickly turn around to face him, surprising him with your sudden movement. You gently graze your hand up Eddieâs inner thigh to his stomach, grazing his hard cock.
âI think I have a big idea of what Iâm doing to you.â It wasnât hard to miss. You could feel how big he was through his pants. Your mouth watered at the thought of what he could do with it. Eddie pinned your hands against him.. âThere you go again, teasing me.â He growled through gritted teeth. âMy mouth can do a better job of teasing you than my words can.â You speak into the crook of his neck, testing the waters, and you give a small nibble, leaving a lipstick stain.
Before you knew what was happening, Eddie was pulling you back to the VIP section; tossed you your purse and pulled you out of the club doors. His grip is strong not enough to hurt but it is firm. Not another word had been spoken as you exit through the back. A black car pulls up and Eddie opens the door for you and guides you into the back seat. Dread starts to fill you, youâve gone too far, and he wants you to leave. Why canât you just stick to the stupid contract?
âWhere, too?â the driver asks as you get in. Eddie gives the man your address, and your heart sinks; you feel the tears well in your eyes. You feel stupid for ever thinking this was more than a contractual obligation for him. Fuck, you think back about earlier in the night and remember that he had arguably the most beautiful woman on the planet before you, so why would he ever settle for you? The car door shuts like it is the final nail in the coffin. Ironic, isnât it?
Youâre so distracted, eyes blurry from fighting back tears, that you donât see Eddie run around the other side of the car and let himself in. Your trance is broken when you hear a second door close, and you snap your head up. âWhat are you doing?â You try and calm your voice, not to let him see your tremble. His hands are clenched in a fist. âTaking you home.â Your shoulders sank, and not another word was said for the rest of the way home.
You get out of the car before Eddie can run around the side to open it for you; when you turn, he rolls his eyes, and your heart sinks even lower than you thought possible.
The walk from the parking lot to the elevator to your front door was dead silent. Eddie shifted uncomfortably from side to side, fist still balled up as you rode up to the 16th floor. You unlock your door, step in, and whisper a quick thank you and goodnight before Eddie stops you. âWhat are you doing?â He asks.
âI-well-umm-â âDonât think youâre getting off that easy, sweetheart,â He whispers, tucking a piece of fallen hair behind your ear. It makes a shiver run down your spine. He was so close, close enough to kiss. âIâm sorry Iâve taken things too far. I overstepped your boundaries. I understand we can stop pretending now. There arenât any more cameras.â You hold back a sniffle. âDoes this feel like Iâm pretending?â He glides your hand down his middle over his pants to the hard bulge between his legs; a soft gasp leaves your throat when Eddie waists no time melting his lips onto yours. He continues to kiss you as he walks you back into your apartment. He kicks the door shut and fiddles with the lock behind his back until he hears a click, not breaking contact with your lips the entire time. You melted into his touch; the taste of his lips was addicting, and you never wanted to stop kissing this man. âEddie, what is happening?â You ask as he breaks the contact and starts to kiss down your neck, hitting that spot that made your knees buckle so hard he has to catch you. âWhat is happening, little one, is that youâre going to take me to your bedroom, and I will show you how youâve been making me feel for the last five months. What will happen is that I will have my way with you, understood?â Your heart flutters. You dumbly nod your head. The moment youâve been hoping for is finally coming to fruition.
âNow go into the room and get ready for me, Iâll be there in just a minute.â You turn and walk into your room and throw all of your clothes left out from getting ready into your closet not caring theyâre tossed haphazardly, that will be a tomorrow problem. You check yourself out in your floor-length mirror and fix your hair and lift up your boobs in to corset before Eddie walks back in. You turn and think of where to go? Stay standing in the room? No, thatâs awkward. Should you sit on the bed? Do you lay down? Kneel? Yes, kneel. You want to show him how good you are at listening to him.
You get down on the floor at the foot of your bed facing the door, and Eddie walks in a few seconds later, looking like the definition of sex. You can smell his intoxicating cologne as he gets closer. Heâs pulled back his hair into a low bun at the nape of his neck. His button-up shirt is now unbuttoned and untucked from his tight black slacks. Your mouth waters at the signs of Eddieâs skin being exposed to you. His âdad bod,â which wasnât really a âdad bod,â was still quite fit, not as fit was when he was in his 20s, but it was doing it for you. You notice how his chest and shoulders were filled out when he stepped closer to you, letting the shirt fall to the floor behind him. âOhhh oh oh- Look at you, such a good girl for me,â he praised as he took a few steps closer to you. You subconsciously wiggled your hips when you heard him continue to speak. âYou want to be a good girl for me, don't you?â The back of Eddieâs hand gently stroked your cheek as he looked down at you. You could see the hunger in his eyes as you looked up at him. He wants this just as much as you do, maybe even more. âAnswer me, Angel.â he tilted your chin up towards him. âYes,â you answer. âYes, what?â His tone was firm, and it made your pussy tingle. âYesâŚSir?â You tested the waters.
âPretty and smart.â he bends down and brings your face up to meet him halfway to kiss you; you canât help but moan into his mouth. âTell me you want this as much as I do; I need to know.â His chest heaved up and down with anticipation. âIâve never wanted anyone as much as I want you in the moment,â you admit. He lets go of your face, and you sink back to your kneeling position. âLetâs see if you were all talk earlier, hmm? Iâm going to put that mouth to good use.â He unbuttons and unzips his pants tantalizingly slow. You raise to your knees and pull his pants out of the way, and he lets you this time.
âYou want to be my good girl, don't you?â He stroked your cheek and bit your lip. âYes, thatâs all I want.â You lean into his touch.
âThen show me, Angelâ Eddie takes his throbbing cock out of his briefs, and your eyes go wide at the sight of him. What first caught your attention was that he is pierced. The silver ball sticking out of the tip was the first thing that caught your eye, not the fact that he was big, long, thick and veiny. The red tip leaking pre cum, just begging for attention. Intimidating was one way to put it. You hadnât been with anyone in a few years. A hesitant hand gently grips his thick shaft; your hand looks tiny compared to his size, âDonât be scared, little one. I wonât hurt you.â He looks down at you, stroking your cheek.
You tentatively kiss the tip with your glossy, red lips. Your lips catch the silver ball, and you twirl it around on your tongue. Eddie, letâs put a moan of pleasure, and it entices you to keep going. You swirl your tongue over the tip even more, taking in the metallic, briny, salty taste that was wholly Eddie. You bob your head lower to take in more of him, enjoying the weight of him on your tongue. You can feel the vein under his shaft brush against your wet lip as you slowly drag your head back. Eddie places a hand on the back of your head, and you look up at him. His eyes were glazed over with lust. Eddie could not believe he was here with you right now. âFucking hell, Princess, youâre taking me so well.â Eddie praised. Your siren eyes looked up at him as your plump red lips swallowed him even further.
How he looks down at you makes you want to do so well for him, to be his good girl. You take him as far as your throat will let you. You breathe through it, using your hand to grip the rest of the exposed shaft. Your hand and head moved in tandem; it was messy and hot. Your smudged lipstick rubbed off on him, only making the tip look more angry.
âI need you. Bed. Now.â Eddie's strong arms lift you up by your armpits, and he tosses you onto the bed. You giggle when you land with a soft thump on your hands and knees. A strong hand grazes down your back, unzipping the designer corset top. You shimmy the straps down and top it haphazardly into the room. Eddieâs hand traces down your back to the curve of your ass. A small slap echos the quiet room, your back arches into his hand, and you let out a mmmpf. Eddie smirks as he kicks off his pants so heâs fully naked. You turn over, propping yourself on your elbows as your eyes rake him in in his entirety. His thick muscles made you feel tiny in his presence but also made you feel protected and safe with him here in front of you. You were drinking in his tattoos covering his chest and arms; he has a large snake running down his rib cage around his abs, ending just below his happy trail, which you now see for the first time.
âTake a picture, sweet thing. It'll last longer.â He smirked before crawling over you, and you rolled your eyes in return. He placed both hands beside your head as he leaned in to kiss your mouth, then moved to kiss down your neck, hitting that same spot again, making you sigh with pleasure. âLet me hear you, sweetheart,â he coos into your ear. That oh-so-familiar feeling of your throbbing in your core sends you into a frenzy. You moan out his name as he slithers down your chest.
âPrettiest set of tits Iâve ever seen,â he mumbles into the swell of your breast. You arch your back into Eddieâs mouth as his hot tongue flicks your nipple. Eddie loves that youâre so reactive to him. He latched onto your second nipple, swirling his tongue around until the little peak formed. He continued kissing down your stomach, kissing every inch until he found the hem of your skirt. âYouâve been teasing me with this all night, Angel.â He tucks his thick-ringed fingers around your skirt's waistband and rips it down your legs, taking your panties with it. You let out a small yelp at the speed at which youâre now naked.
He finally reaches where youâve been neglected the most. He kisses your mound softly before he sits back on his heels to take you all in. âI knew you would have such a pretty little pussy. Open up for me, baby. Let me see.â His eyes felt like they were burning into your soul. You couldnât look away as you slowly obeyed his request. You slid your knees apart, opening up for Eddie. It is like he has you in a trace; you want to do everything and anything he asks of you.
âOh Angel, Look how beautiful you look, all spread out and ready for me. Youâre such a good girl getting so wet just for me. You're all mine, aren't you?â Eddie kissed down your inner thigh, agonizingly slow until he broke contact just as he reached your dripping core. âDonât make me ask you again, Princess. You wonât like what happens if I have to ask you again.â He warns. You rush out your answer to his question.
âYes, Edd-â He gives you a look of warning. âYes, Sir-â you correct yourself. â-itâs only for you OH ooooh,â Eddie latches his mouth onto your cunt without hesitation. He is a man starved, starved for 6 years, but whoâs counting? Itâs hard to date, never mind sleep with people as a single Dad with a younger child.
âThatâs it, baby, let me hear you scream my name.â Eddie slips a thick finger into your dripping hole. âOH! Eddie! Baby, yes, just like that!â He grazes your velvety walls in a spot you didnât know existed until this moment. Eddie continuously pumps his fingers in and out, making your eyes roll back into your head. You feel Eddie moan into your pussy. The vibrations from his mouth on your clit send you over the edge, your walls clench around his fingers, and the rush in your pussy consumes your body as all your muscles tense.
âThat's it, little one, that's it, just let go, let yourself feel good.â You felt so taken care of; this is all new for you. Your past partners never looked after you like Eddie is doing. They always chased after their own orgasms, leaving you feeling used. Overwhelmed by the feeling of being taken care of, a tear escapes your lashes, and you quickly wipe it away, embarrassed that youâre crying during sex with someone for the first time. Eddie slithers his way back up to kiss you. âDonât worry, baby, I got you,â He stroked your cheek, leaning in and giving you a head-spinning kiss. âI donât even know why Iâm crying. I liked it, I liked it a lot,â You choke back.
âYou want to stop?â He cocks his head, his big brown eyes looking down at you with concern. You shake your head no. God no. âI need you to say it, baby.â He strokes a piece of hair behind your ear. âI need you, Eddie, Iâve waited so long.â You grind your hips into Eddie, and his head falls back with a groan. âYou have a condom?â He asks.
You sit up and dig through your nightstand. You swore there were a few left in there somewhere. âI have an IUD,â you mention while rifling through the messy drawer. The thought of fucking you raw makes Eddieâs head spin. The feel of your velvety walls clenching down on him almost made him say fuck it. Then, reality slams on the brakes hard because the last time he did that, he ended up a single dad with no idea how to raise a kid.
âAh ha!â your voice snaps him back from his thoughts, and he sees you wave the wrapped condom by your head. He snatches it from your hand and puts it on himself. âIâm going to make you feel so good,â He growls in your ear. âPlease, Sir, I need it, I need you.â You beg as he runs his tip through your folds; the ridged metal of his cockring makes your body jerk into him. âYouâre being such a good girl for me, using your words.â Eddie slowly breaks through your barrier and slides the tip into your tight hole. The burn made you tense; it had been so long, and he was much bigger than you were used to. He was halfway in, and you felt full already. Your grip on his biceps was so tight that your nails created half-moon indents in his skin. âI need you to relax, Angel. Iâll take care of youâ You tried to loosen your vice grip on Eddieâs cock.
âIâm so proud of you for taking me so well, such a good girl,â Eddie spoke when he finally bottomed out. He felt you clench down on him when he spoke. He started to move his hips slowly, building up speed with each thrust, bottoming out each time.
âYou like it when I talk to you, Angel? I can feel it.â You nod your head, so consumed by the feeling of Eddie taking over your whole body that you canât speak. âOh, whatâs this? My baby canât talk anymore? I havenât even gotten started, and youâre already been fucked dumb, huh?â He chides.
âPlease- I- keep going.â The speed at which Eddie was thrusting into you was astronomical. The hollow sound of skin slapping skin filled the emptiness of your quiet apartment. Hands latching on to one another, Eddie pins your arms above your head, lips bruising, teeth clashing, tongues at war. Legs hiked, skin hot and slick with sweat. âYour fucking cunt was made for me, fuck, youâre perfect,â Eddie praised.
There was no one else that existed at this point in time, it was you and Eddie together as one. The mind-numbing pleasure the two of you gave each other devoured your minds. He was pussy drunk, consumed by lust, want, and need. Eddie was close to his breaking point, but he had to get you there first. âYou take my cock so well, Angel. Give me one more, just for me; you're doing such a good job.â Eddie praised, and once again, he could feel you clamp down on his cock. âMore, please I canâtâ
âYes, you can.â Eddie flips you onto your hands and knees and thrusts back into you, once again hitting that spot you didnât know existed. âOh. fuck. Me. yes!â You cry out with each thrust. You could feel the build with each thrust. Eddie's hands tightly gripped your ass, bringing it down on his cock, using you to fuck him as he chased his pleaser along with yours. âGive it to me, baby I know you can tell me what you need,â Eddie gritted out.
âTouch me!â You cry. Eddie wraps a hand around your tummy and down to your clit. The connection of his rough, calloused fingers lit the string of white-hot pleasure that fuelled your body. âI canât, itâs too much,â you cry. Your hands were gripping the bed sheets so hard your knuckles were hurting. The vibrations pulsed through you, and you had to scream into the pillow to muffle the sounds. Eddie grips your hair into his fist to pull your head back. âDonât shy away from me now. Let me hear you.â His thrust became deeper; you didnât even think it was possible.
âPlease, please, please!â You could feel the sensation building and building, and it wasnât going away. Eddie let go of your hair, and your head fell into the mattress. Eddie's fingers dug into your left hip so hard youâre sure there will be bruises where his fingers are. His right hand never left your clit.
âDONâT STOP PLEASE,â you beg him. He didnât slow down. He kept pounding into you. The feeling was building more and more. It was so good that you couldnât help it. âCome on baby, I can feel it; youâre getting tighter, cum for me.â His words broke your dam, a silent scream was caught in your throat. Your body trembled beneath him. Spasming under him as he road out your orgasm, not stopping. The feeling was so intense. Youâve never cum this hard before. It was becoming so intense that you were starting to become overstimulated. You reach back for Eddie to grab onto something, anything. You find his wrist and beg him to stop. It was too good, âplease, I canât,â you gasped. âoh, little baby, canât take anymore. You were begging for more, and Iâm giving you more.â he kept pounding into you until your third orgasm built up again. You cried out from the pleasure again as tears streamed down your face. The feeling he was giving you was so intense, so overwhelming. He finally released his fingers from your clit, and noticed it was so hot to the touch. You felt Eddieâs thrusts become more and more uneven as he shot his load into the condom.
After a few minutes of silent recovery, only the sounds of both your heavy panting and slight sniffles of you trying your best to pull yourself together, Eddie was the one who broke the silence. âHoly shit, I hope that wasnât too much, Iâm sorry if it was. I get carried away. That side of me has been locked away for so long that I- are you crying?! No baby, please. Iâm so sorry. I didnât mean to hurt you.â Eddie was frantic. You cut him off mid-apology with a kiss to let him know they were good tears.
âEddie stop Iâm okay, Iâm not hurt, Iâm not upset, I just- fuck this is so embarrassing.â You hurried your face into his hard chest. âTell me, Angel, itâs only me.â He stroked the back of your head. You let out a deep sigh and let out your confession. âNo one has ever taken care of me like you did, and I donât know what came over me. I never felt so cared for, and it was really nice. I donât know.â Your mind was racing; this wasnât supposed to be like this. This wasnât supposed to be real, but it sure as hell felt real. âIâll always be here to take care of you. Thatâs my job.â He kissed the top of your head. âYouâre just saying that under contractual obligation.â You half joke, breaking your own heart. âDonât say that.â Eddie pulled out from under him to look you in the eyes. âThis has nothing to do with that piece of paper we signed.â He pointed between the two of you.
Your heart fluttered with anticipation. âWhat do you mean?â you wiped away the tear stains from your eyes. âMy feelings for you were never fake, Angel.â He sighs. âWhat?â You sit up to get a better look at him. âContract be damned, I care for you. I want to be with you for real.â He took your hand. âWhen did your feelings for me become real?â You asked. âThe night we first met.â He moved in closer, noses touching. âI donât think I can fake being in a relationship with you anymoreâŚâ Eddie's heart sank into his stomach. He knew this was taking it too far. âSomewhere along the way, my fake feelings became real for you. I want to be with you for real,â you finish.
Eddie canât believe the words coming out of your mouth, the relief he feels, the way his heart dropped into his stomach at the thought of losing you. The thought of losing him was at the back of your mind, too; only a few more months and the contract would be up. You had to focus on your career; that was the whole point, but he made you feel like no one had ever been able to. You feel Eddie shift, and it breaks you out of your spiral.
âIâm crazy for youâ Kissing you quickly before getting up, he let you know he was going to get a wet cloth to help clean the both of you up. When he padded back into the room, he not only had the towel but also brought your makeup wipes and your moisturizer from the bathroom, your heart fluttered that he remembered your conversation about how you told him to never sleep with makeup on, and no matter how drunk youâd get you always took your makeup off before bed.
âThank you, Eddie, for everything,â you sighed. âOf course, Angel. Iâll do anything and everything for you.â he nuzzled his head into your neck, and you giggled softly as the scruff of his beard tickled you. You yawned, âGet some sleep, Baby.â he stroked your hair, and you fell asleep within seconds.
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âThings seem to be heating up between music royaltyâs hottest new coupleâ
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âCorroded Coffinâs front man-â
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Videos of you and Eddie dancing not so PG were swarming the internet, TikTok, Instagram, and Twitter. You couldnât escape it. In retrospect, the plan was working. However, all the attention the two of you have been receiving canât all be positive. You had Facebook moms coming after you saying you were a slut, and a bad influence on your younger audience; you had to be a role model and not slut yourself out like some whore.
You come across more headlines: Things look more than cozy for Corroded Coffinâs notorious Eddie Munson and the up-and-coming Princess of Pop!
You huff, and a large hand emerges from under the tangled sheets and grabs your phone. âHey!â You huff. âItâs too early for that bullshit,â he grumbles, pulling you closer.
Waking up next to Eddie made you feel safe like nothing could no longer hurt you. Neither the words nor the Karenâs of the internet could dull the light growing between you and Eddie. âGood morning to you, too,â you mumble into the crook of his neck. You left soft kisses that turned into more heated kisses on his thick neck. He let you keep going, sucking harder. You left a purple bruise in your wake. You pulled away with a not-so-convincing âoops.â
âYou trying to mark me, baby, make sure everyone knows Iâm taken?â Eddie rolls you on your back, and you sink into the mountain of pillows and blankets that dawn your king-size bed. You hum in agreement while nodding, âCanât have anyone else hitting on my man.â You strain your neck up to kiss him; morning breath be damned, you need to feel his mouth on you once more. Eddieâs heart fluttered at your words. He finally had you, truly had you, and you werenât going anywhere, contract be damned. âYouâre insatiableâ Eddie pulled away, cock already standing proudly; you can feel it dig into your thigh.
âIâd say you are the insatiable one, Sirâ You ground your lower half up into him to create some more friction. âOhhh you have no idea what youâve just done little one. Eddie used his skilled hands to spread around your arousal, finding your clit in seconds. You arched into his touch
âFuck you- youâre so good at this.â You sucked in a breathy moan. Eddie laughed to himself âIs that right baby? Is the next thing youâre going to post, get you a man who can finger pussy as good as he plays guitarâ he slips his thick fingers in and curled them up hitting that spot. âEDDIE!â You half scolded him, half moaned from the feeling.
âThatâs it, say my name, let the whole building know whoâs fucking youâ his hands were pumping in and of you at such a speed, your pussy clenched before you even knew what was happening. Eddie pulled out completely.
âBaby, no, please I was-â âDid I say you could cumâ Eddie interrupted you. âNo, Sir,â you shake your head. âYou cum when I tell you to, got it?â âYes, Sir,â you pout. âDonât be a brat, wipe that pout from your faceâ This side of Eddie was making your pussy ache. He was so sexy, so dominant, you wanted him to take control. You needed him to take control,
âSorry, Sir,â you apologized. âThatâs better.â Eddie reached over to the bedside drawer, pulling out the last condom you had stored away. âremind me, I need to be getting about 30 more boxes of these,â he teased. Your eyes go wide at his suggestion. âI donât think I can even walk now after last night. Youâre going to have to carry me everywhere,â you laugh. âThatâs the plan, Angel.â He spoke as he sunk back into you.
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A month into being Eddie Munson's real girlfriend, Corroded Coffinâs North American tour was starting. They have been slaving away with promotional photoshoots, rehearsals, and pushing their newest album. The feedback from their fans had been really positive; it still sounded like them but ultimately a bit more modern. They were accumulating younger fans as well. Their demographic had grown with this new release; more and more people were talking about them on social media, and videos of old shows had popped up on your feed. You were going down the rabbit hole; you couldnât peel your eyes off all the videos of your boyfriend while on stage. The way he commanded the crowd, the way women would sneak past security and grab onto him⌠and he liked it. He would play into it, kissing them with full tongue, and jealousy was brewing within you, but you had to remember you were a child when all of the concert footage was taken.
Sure it happened all those years ago⌠but what about now? What would happen when he leaves you for the tour for the next 3 months? Long distance has not been your thing; paired with your trust issues in men, your mental state was frantic. Your past relationships were not ones to brag about.
Your Ex Charlie chipped away at your self-esteem; he had broken down your self-worth, gaslit the fuck out of you to the point that you believed in your heart of hearts that you would never be good enough to make it. You used to stay in bed for days when it was awful. The abuse you had gone through was something that you never spoke about in detail to anyone. The embarrassment you felt looking back at how much he was in control of you made you sick to your stomach.
Your internal monologue was running rampant. You had to turn it off before it was too late. You were almost in tears continuing to watch these videos of women throwing themselves at Eddie. You couldn't look away no matter how hard you tried. The way Eddie would entertain them, you dove in even further, googling old articles, old TMZ footage of him out with so many girls. There seemed to be a different one every month. The articles would explain how he was a womanizer and a playboy. He partied too much; his coke addiction was also the main topic of these articles. One he never disclosed to you.
This was bad; you were not okay. The first show is tonight. Itâs kicking off in New York at MSG. You werenât going to be there. You couldnât handle the unknown of what he would do. Will he go back to his old ways when he is out touring again? It is so easy to fall back into old habits. Of course, women will still be throwing themselves at him, and nothing has been confirmed about your relationship in the media. He is a signalman, according to anyone who is concerned. Sure, you would be spotted together numerous times, but the paps never saw you kissing. The social media posts helped initially, but itâs been so long since youâve posted anything, and the most the public had gotten were the videos of the two of you dancing. They probably thought you were just his little fuck-toy.
As you kept spiralling in deeper, you found that people were starting to speculate it was all a setup. You couldnât stop the tears from welling in your eyes. The deeper you dug, the more you found. Newer articles would pop up throughout the weeks, and pictures of Eddie being spotted with a woman you did not recognize only sent you further into your spiral. You avoided his calls. You were in your head so much that you could no longer decipher reality from your own delusions about who she was and what they were doing.
Communication with Eddie over the past few weeks has been rough. He wasn't good with his phone as it is, and it wasn't aiding your intrusive demons scratching at your mind about the what-ifs?
Eddie could tell something wasn't right, that you had become distant from him. He just didn't have the time and energy. His age was catching up to him; performing and being on the road for weeks was not kind to Eddie. From all the Hotels to going back on the tour buses and staying up late, it was catching up to him. Even the band's personal trainer was having a hard time with Eddie. His health and the band members' health was her top priority. She was on top of everything they did. She was having them eat better and work out more to keep up the demanding schedule, but it was still gruelling to keep up with.
After each show, the adrenaline from the crowd died off as soon as Eddie the showers. In his heyday, he would stay up until five o'clock in the morning after some shows because he was so hyped by the crowd, or maybe that was the drugs? Whatever it was it was no longer the same for Eddie now. Exhaustion took over his body. He would sleep late, perform late and then repeat it all the next day. He missed you and Violet Rose more than anything. Life on the road can be lonely, and he would call VR every night before going on stage, no matter where he was.
Tonight was no different; they were in Montreal, Canada, about to head out when he FaceTimeâd her and was really surprised to see you in the background cooking.
"Hi, Cupcake." You hear his hard voice rasp through the phone speaker. You freeze at the sound of his voice. You havenât told him you've been coming over here every day to be with Vi. "Hi, Angelâ You hear your name in a way that soothes you. You haven't had time to speak to him on the phone in a few days.
Your anxiety was consuming you. Not knowing what could be happening, you avoided speaking to him, afraid of a confession of him hooking up with a groupie or that woman you didnât know. You were obsessed; you would scour all social media fields to find anything incriminating about him, but nothing ever came to light because nothing was happening. Eddie was swatting women and men off of him left and right; he wasn't even interested in them because they weren't you. He hasn't even had a chance to admit his feelings about missing you, but tonight, he would ensure it. He has been putting it off for too long; he needed you; he needed to speak with you. No more of this texting bullshit because that wasn't real to him.
"I'm going to call you after the show tonight, Angel." You hear him address you again. "Okay, Eds." The butterflies erupted in your stomach; you missed him so much it was starting to physically hurt, yet you were so scared of the unknown.
Unbeknownst to Eddie, you were spending the night at his house because Vi had begged you for another sleepover, and you wanted an excuse to sleep in Eddie's bed. You gave her nanny the night off when you arrived at the Munsons household. Around 10:00 p.m, you put Violet Rose to bed and ensured she brushed her teeth this time. There was a three-hour time difference between California and Montreal.
You were already tucked into his bed by 10:45 p.m. when Eddie called you your time. "Hi handsome," you answer the face time, it looks like he is lying in a hotel bed. "Hi, Sweetheart, it's so good to hear your voice." He sighed. Your worries melt the second you hear his voice. It's raspier than the hours previous; the shows were taking a toll on his vocal cords. "You should be on a vocal rest," you joke, "It's that bad, huh? You really don't want me talking to you?" He laughs. âI miss you,â it just slips out, you canât keep the feeling down any longer, even with all of the doubts swimming in your mind because you knew in your heart that he wasn't like your ex in any capacity. You knew you were acting unhinged, you didn't want to scare him away. âI fucking miss you so much, Angel, it hurts to breathe. To know that youâre not in the crowd, that you wonât be waiting for me when I get off stage. I think Iâm losing my mind.â He rubs his large hand down his face in frustration.
âI wish I was with youâ You shuffle your bare arms out from under the covers âAre you in my bed?â A shit-eating grin forms on his face. âMaybe⌠Vi wanted to have another sleepover, who am I to deny that sweetheart?â you chide as wiggle your arms out of the covers.
âYouâre killing me here, babyâ he replied. âI might be naked tooâ It has been so long since you and Eddie last had sex. You were like rabbits when you were alone together. You had so much time to make up for, your sex life was not one to be denied.
An animalistic groan fell out of Eddieâs mouth. He was already shimming out of his pyjama pants before you could reply. âI canât wait to have my way with you Little One.â Eddie props the phone on his nightstand and sits up to position himself in front of the phone. He is sitting there fully naked for you, his cock becoming stiffer by the second as he roughly tugs on it will one hand. âYouâre so mean, teasing me like this. I want you in my mouth so bad.â You pout for him. âFuck what a perfect pout you have, baby girl.â Eddieâs hand has slowed down, but it hasnât stopped. His thick fingers were teasing himself in front of you and you.
âCome on baby, donât hide from me, be a good girl. Show me.â You slowly lift the dark grey comforter off your chest, exposing yourself fully to Eddie. Your nipples were already peaked, and your pussy was already getting wet watching Eddie touch himself for you. âThatâs my girl, touch yourself for me. Let me see.â You move your phone down lower so he can see you spread open for him.
You slowly work yourself up, lightly touching your clit; you dip your index and middle finger between your lips to gather up the slick to massage your precious bud. âYou are already so wet for me, baby. I bet you could easily slip in your fingers for me.â Eddieâs grip never faltered. You could hear the smacking of wet skin coming from his end. âFuck I wish you were here with me. Itâs not the same. My fingers arenât big enough.â you moan in frustration. âWhat are you saying, baby? No one can fuck you as good as I can? Not even yourself?â He smirks.
âYes,â you whine out. âIâll walk you through it. You want me to help you?â He asks. âYes, Sirâ You bite your lip. âYouâre going to need both of your hands, so lean the phone on the nightstand baby.â You mimic his setup and sit on the edge of the bedside table for him. âSucha a good girl. Now spread your legs for me, let me see all of you.â He pants. A shiver runs through you, straight to your clit when he speaks to you like this.
âFirst youâre going to tease yourself, I know youâre very good at thatâ He scoffs. âAssholeâ you mumble under your breath âI know youâre not back talking me Princess.â His voice is clear and firm. âNo Sirâ you were being cheeky, and only because he wasnât there to punish you. âDonât smart mouth meâ he warns. âNo sir, I would never,â You say sarcastically, running your hands all over your body, showing Eddie exactly what he has been missing out on. âFuck Angel, I thought I was supposed too in control.â He breaks for a moment.
âThatâs what I want you to think, but the thing is baby⌠the woman is always in controlâ You slid one finger into your tight hole for Eddie. âTell me, Sir, am I doing the right?â you pump your finger in and out a few times before adding a second. âFu-uuck baby, a very good job.â Eddie gripped his cock with both hands now pumping himself, he needed to slow down if he wanted to last, but it just felt so good and you were being so so dirty for him. âYou like it when I play with myself for you?â you ask moving your other hand so you could rub your clit, grinding your hips into nothing as you do so.
It dosn't take much, as a rush of pleasure rips through your body. You let a moan slip out, you were conscience that Violet Rose was just sleeping down the hall. âYes pretty girl, let me hear those pretty soundsâ He grits through his teeth. You can see one hand has moved down to play with his balls to mimic how you sucked on them. âBaby please, I want you so bad, ahhhh Eddie-fuck I-I-Eddie!â a wave of pleasure washed over your whole being, youâre coming whether Eddie allowed it or not. You collapse on your back as your body tense, forgetting for a second that you are still on the phone with Eddie.
âNo, no, no baby girl come back, I need to see that pretty face, you have such a pretty face, let me see you please, Iâm so close, come to me Angelâ Your fog lifts slowly at the sound of Eddieâs voice begging you, calling out your name. You slowly sit back up to see and hear Eddie cuming in his hands. âShit shit yes, take it, youâre such a good girl for me Angelâ His chest heaves as he slowly comes down from his high. It is silent for a moment, to collect yourselves, before Eddie broke it.
âWhy didnât we do that sooner? The only thing Iâve been working within that picture you sent me of you in that fucking red dressâ Eddie admitted. âYou know porn existsâŚfor freeâ You giggle. âCome on, baby! Give me a break here Iâm trying to be romantic.â he wines. âThere was nothing romantic about what came out of that filthy mouth of yours, rockstarâ You laugh.
âShut upâ he laughs. âMaybe I can send you some more stuff to work with, and keep you tied over for the next few months.â The realization hits Eddie that he wonât be seeing you for a long time. Relationships were so hard to do while on tour but he will do everything in his power to keep you. He creates a self-reminder to send you flowers in the morning, he has been neglecting you, he knows. He needs to do better no matter how tired he is.
âYea Angel that would be niceâ He sighs. âI miss you,â you say as you snuggle back into his cozy bed. âI miss you more, Iâm sorry Iâve been distant, thatâs not fair to you.â He lays back down on the bed.
Those were the exact words you needed to hear from Eddie to put your mind to rest. âYeah, Iâve been kinda driving myself insane if we are being honest.â You admit to him. âWhat do you mean Angel?â He questions. âWell I may have taken a deep dive into old footage of what Corroded Coffin used to get up to when you guys were on tour back in the day, and I saw some paparazzi pictures of you with that girl and IâŚâ You avoid Eddâs eyes as you trail off.
âOh baby, is that why you have been off? You donât have to worry about that, I am not that guy anymore. Iâve grown up a lot since then, I donât do drugs, I donât party, I definitely donât do random hookups because Iâm a dad now, and I lo-like you more than you know.â he sighed.
âIâm sorry Eddie I didnât mean to accuse you do anything, I get into my own head sometimes and my ex use to gaslight the fuck out of me to the point where I knew he was cheating but made me feel like I was going crazy. Having a healthy relationship is a new thing for me but I am working on myself, I promise.â
âIâll do everything in my power to keep you Angelâ
âWho was the girl Eddie?â you question.
âWhat girl?â
âShe was tall, dark skin, beautiful, long curly hair, you were walking outside with her, she had a blue workout set on you were opening a door for herâŚâ
âOH, thatâs just Terraâ He confirms
âWhoâs Terra?â you question.
âSheâs our personal trainer, we were walking into a gym with the guys. Honestly baby you have nothing to worry about, I would never cheat on you and to be honest she can be scary.â
His words were helping you settle down about everything.
âI believe you Eddie, Sweet dreamsâ
âSweet dreams Angelâ
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Corroded Coffin was in Las Vegas tonight on one of their last stops for the tour scheduled to wrap up this week. It had been a month since you admitted to Eddie your doubts, and things have been much better since that phone call. So you devised a plan to surprise Eddie by attending tonight's show. You arranged it with the rest of the band, and they were just as stoked about the surprise as much as you were!
Youâd flown out mid-afternoon, and the tour manager had let you into Eddieâs hotel room to put away your stuff and get ready. His manager assured you he would be at the venue for the rest of the day until the show. You decided to show your support by wearing custom red panties with Corroded Coffin printed on the front. You slipped on the same leather skirt from the album release party and paired it with your most recent purchase of Corroded Coffin merch. The T-shirt was a little oversized, so you cropped it yourself.
After you were done getting ready, you got a ride to the venue around 6:30 p.m. so you would arrive during soundcheck. You had been escorted by the security team to the green room to wait for the band to finish. You texted your little group chat that excluded Eddie to let them know you were in place.
About fifteen minutes later, you heard footsteps approaching the door, and the butterflies in your stomach came back to life. The anticipation building and building, 3 months of not being together physically, was tough, but you both managed to make it work. Especially when Eddie started getting really into sexting. He loved sending you before pictures of his stiff cock and after pictures of himself when he finished. He loved how riled up he got you over just his words and the little videos you would send for his eyes only. He begged you to send him one of you getting off; that was his favourite to hold him over.
You could hear the starting act over the intercom speakers in the room as the latch of the doorknob clicked and the muffled voices became more precise.
âI think tonightâs crowd will be really rowdy. I just have this feeling,â Eddie says to the guys while looking over his shoulder and walking into the green room.
âWell, at least one person in the crowd will be.â You speak, and Eddieâs head whips forward. There you are standing before him, looking like his perfect little groupie. (in the best way possible)
âAngel?â He stopped in his tracks. He was in shock.
âHi babyâ you speed walk toward him, closing the gap.
Your bodies collide as you give him the biggest hug you can. Your arms wrapped around his neck, and he finally snapped out of it.
âHoly shitâ he screamed with joy spinning you around
âSurprise,â you gave him a small peck.
âWhat are you doing here?â He puts you down.
âI came to surprise my man.â You look up at him, not wanting to let go.
âWhy are you holding out on me? Gimme some sugar.â He leans in to kiss you, and you melt into him.
âHi, Angel!â You hear Jeff greet you.
âHey guys! Thanks for all your help. I brought you some donuts as a thank you.â You pull away from Eddie, giggling, pointing to the table.
âFuck yea!â Felix cheered.
âDonât tell Terra she doesnât allow us to have sugar,â Gareth whispers.
âYou guys knew?â Eddie asks
âOf course we knew; how else could she get in here?â Jeff laughs
âEnough chitchat, wanna show me your dressing room?â you whisper into his ear.
Eddie has never moved so quickly in his life. Tangled fingers lead you down the hallways into the small room designated for him and him alone. The door slam startled you as he kicked it in behind him.
Eddie didnât spare a minute. He had you pressed against the door, kissing you deeply. Curious hands explored your body, and you gripped at his t-shirt. You kissed for what felt like an eternity. So much lost time needed to be made up for. Eddie pressed you harder into the door. He had your hands pinned above your head, his hips mindlessly grinding into you.
âThis reminds me of the first time we met, Angel⌠how I wanted to bend you over and claim you as mine when we were in that dressing room. You were such a little tease wearing that tiny little skirt, just like this one. I could almost see your panties when you were doing those sexy dances on stage.â You moaned at his words, and he latched into your neck. His kisses were rough; you knew he would break some blood vessels. You have been so touch-starved that you managed to wiggle your hands out of his grip, begging to feel him. Your hands land on his sculpted chest as your fingers moulded into the stiff muscles, as Eddie simultaneously slips his hands lower down your body and back up to your bare thighs. His touch was leaving an electrical current as the rough calluses of his fingertips scratched your supple skin. They slowly made their way up, up, up, grazing over your dampened panties. The pool of arousal that had collected was being smeared over your lips as Eddie's four fingers ran back and forth through your folds.
"You're soaked for me, Babygirl. You got my fingers all pruned up." He pulls his hand away, and you whine at the loss of contact. You can see your arousal coating his fingers as he spreads them apart, showing your sticky liquid caught between his digits.
"I think we need to get rid of these '' Eddie takes a step back to hook his fingers on the waistband of your panties and pulls them down your legs, and you step out of them without hesitation.
A mischievous grin appeared on Eddie's face as he popped back up, holding out the sopping material before him so he could read. Corroded Coffin printed right on top of your cunt like you belonged to him.
"Oh, hohhh, hohhhh," He laughed, shaking his head, shoving them into his pocket for later. Eddie dropped to his knees before you could say anything more, his plush lips latched into your soaking cunt.
Sounds of muffled moans and grunts could be heard from the hallway behind the door, but there wasn't a care in the world for that. You both were too distracted by the fading of the music over the speakers to notice that the opening act was over.
"Yes, right there, Eddie, baby, I am so close; please, please, please don't stop," you panted as your hand gripped his hair like your life depended on it.
Just as you were about to come, the loudest bang from the other side of the door startled you so much that you let out a yelp of fright.
The vibrations of Eddie's mouth were no longer the only vibrations running throughout your body. You felt the reverberation of the door through your back as the person on the opposite side of the door pounded their fist against it.
"Come on, man, it's showtime. We have stalled enough," Gareth yelled.
With an unsatisfied sigh, you hoisted Eddied onto his feet and pulled your skirt back down.
"Sorry baby, I'll meet you after the show," he readjusted himself in his tight pants. He kissed you one last time before another startling knock rattled the door.
"I'm coming!" Eddie belted out, obviously annoyed.
âAt least one of us is.â You mumbled under your breath, following.
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Eddie had you situated front and centre so he could keep his eyes on you. The shows could get wild, and he knew mosh pits were always possible. He assigned Craig, the most oversized security guard they had, to pull you up and over the barricade should one break out.
It was nice being on this side of the stage for once. You'd forgotten what it was like, the anticipation of the stage lights coming to life at any minute, the strum of the guitar to warn everyone that the show was beginning.
The crowd lit up the second it happened. You cheered your little heart out as the man you adored rose from under the stage, looking like an adonis.
A single spotlight cast down on the band as the dry ice travelled across the stage. His shirtless chest adorned the strap of his beloved Warlock that has seen better days.
You noticed something tied to the end as you scanned the beloved guitar. The red fabric dangled as he strummed the first notes to the old song. Your eyes bulge as you realize what is precisely attached to the end of his guitar... Your panties, the ones you completely forgot you were no longer wearing, were upfront and centre like Eddie's little trophy, showing them off to a crowd of 40,000 people.
Eddie strutted forward to the mic; the confidence that executed off him was the sexist thing you've seen. Seeing Eddie like this in his element, you were willing to jump over the barricade and bone him right then and there.
Halfway through the show, your thighs were slick with your own arousal. Watching how his nimble fingers moved over the fret, how his body became shiny with sweat. The way Eddie commanded the crowd and the stage, he was made for this. It boggles your mind how he could leave this behind for so long. No wonder women were flinging themselves at him in the past. He looked like a god onstage, and you were ready to worship him, sacrifice your body to him.
You were so wrapped up in your thoughts that you failed to realize that the crowd around you was getting louder, girls screaming, men head banging, and people pushing because your boyfriend hopped off the stage. Someone from behind jolted you forward, and you snapped out of your daydreams. In front of you was Eddie propped up on the barricade. His guitar was behind his back, only a mic in one hand and another hand holding him up. You lock in on his sweaty abs centimetres away from your face. You didnât think twice when you stuck your tongue out to lick them. The salty taste of sweat coats your tongue. Eddie gazed down at you with a look in his eyes that was maddening, but he kept on performing, feeding into the crowd's energy.
The lights lowered, the song got louder, and the crowd was at its peak; Eddie leaned in with all the adrenaline pumping in his veins. He didn't think twice when he bent down, gripped your chin, forced your mouth open and licked into your mouth. Then something wet and hot hit the back of your throat. A needy moan left your mouth as Eddie put the mic to your lips so the crowd could hear how he controlled you. It was the hottest thing he has done to you yet, still in your little Eddie paradise, unbeknownst to you, the whole thing was caught on the big screens. The crowd's roar grew louder as the whole scene of Eddie spitting into your mouth played out for them.
You could feel everyone's phones pointed at the two of you in your vicinity, but you didnât care. This was your Eddieâs time to shine.
Eddie motioned for Craig to help you over the barricade; you shook your head no because, for one thing, you would flash the entire crowd, and for two, you wanted to keep watching. However, Craig did as he was told and lifted you from your armpits over his head up and over the fence and back down again before you knew what was happening. He took you and led you to the dressing room.
âEd said that the show only has two more songs, and he didnât want you to deal with the madness of the after-show.â He explained when opening the door for you. âOh, thanks, Craig.â You smiled, and he closed the door behind you. He was right. There were only about 15 minutes left of the show. Disappointed that you didnât get to see it, but you could still hear it.
To kill ten minutes, you scroll on your phone, seeing that youâve been tagged in so many videos of Eddie eating your face in front of the thousands of people in the crowd. If anyone had doubts about the two of you before, they definitely wouldnât anymore. Watching the video over and over again only made your pussy throb more than it had been when it actually what happening.
Another five minutes pass, and you hear the roar of the crowd die down; you decide to not waste any more time and strip down into nothing for Eddie. The seconds tick by, and your anticipation gets the best of you; you sit on the couch with a throw pillow to cover yourself just in case he isnât alone.
The door clicked open, and your heart fluttered; Eddie walked in, alone, thankfully, and locked the door behind him. He was glowing from the sweat that clung to his body, but that didnât bother you. You were feral, and the instinctive need for him was taking over.
Eddie stalked towards you as you stood up, removing the pillow. âFuck baby, such a good girl already ready for me.â Eddie gripped the back of your head and pulled you into the sloppiest kiss. Your hands gripped anywhere there was skin; you needed to feel him after what seemed like the most prolonged foreplay ever. Eddie bent lower into you to deepen the kiss, but the tightness in his back says otherwise.
âAh- fuck owâ he pops back up and grips his lower back.
âBaby whatâs wrong?! You as in a panic. You asked in a panic.
âFuck, itâs my back, babe, I went too hard on the closing number,â He winced and shook his head.
As he hobbled to the couch, you helped ease him down so he was propped up with a pillow behind him to support his back.
âIâm sorry, baby, I was really going to rock your world.â He sighed, tracing his hands up and down your outer thighs.
âOh, thatâs too bad. Iâll just have to rock yours then.â You unzip his pants and shimmy them down his legs as he winced at the jerky moment his leather pants were jostled from his sticky skin. After what seemed like an eternity, you managed to get his cock out of the tight confines of his pants. Mumbling a sorry when you heard him curse under his breath.
You place your knees on the couch straddling his lap and grip his hardened cock in your hands as you run his tip through your pussy folds. You let your head fall back at the feeling of Eddie connected to you before you skink down on his cock. He slid in easily; you've been ready for him since you stepped off the plane.
The feeling of him bare for the first time against your wet walls was intoxicating.
âFuck me, baby, youâre so tightâ Eddie was so drunk off your pussy already. He didnât even realize this would be your first time having sex without a condom.
âUh, you feel so good, Edsâ You rode his cock up and down, building speed as the tip of his cock hit your g spot with every bounce.
Eddie took one of your hardened nipples into his mouth, sending waves of pleasure to your clit.
âYou like riding my dick baby?â Eddie looks up at you as you continue bouncing like his little feral bunny.
âYes, Sir! Feels so good,â You cry.
The feeling in your lower stomach was building, but you needed more.
âYou're a greedy bunny, arenât ya? He nips at your perked bud again, making you yell out from the sting.
âAnswer me, little one.â he slaps the top of your breast, only making you grind your hips harder and faster. Your fingertips gripped his shoulders as you tried to come up with words. You feel another slap but this time on your ass.
âYes Sir! Iâm so greedy for youâ You pant, your legs becoming numb, Eddieâs hands circled your plump cheeks, then gripped onto them, and he pumped you up and down on his thick cock.
âYes! Baby, yes!â You praise.
âFuck Angel, this tight pussy was made for me⌠mmpffâ he threw his head back against the couch cushions.
âBaby, Iâm so close.â you wine
âFuck me too, bunny. Seeing you bounce on my big cock with your tits bouncing in my face got me feeling like a teenager, going to bust right nowâ his hands gripes into you tighter.
âMe too, just a little longer.â You lean your head down to kiss his mouth, then his jaw and then that place on his neck, making him thrust his hips faster and harder. The incessant smacking off skin to skin filled the empty room; Eddie moaned as he came quicker than he thought he would; he usually lasts longer than this. You kept bouncing on his cock, pumping his cum into yourself further up up up until Eddie pulled out of you and lifted your body so your dripping pussy was eye level to his face. He latched his mouth onto your clit, as you hiked one leg onto the couch's armrest so Eddie could access your sticky cunt. Your fingers only dug into Eddieâs muscular shoulders more as he played with your swollen bud. The coil was tightening, and you wanted to let go and let the euphoria wash over you.
âBaby more pleaseâ You whimpered.
Eddieâs thick fingers broke through your cum coated entrance, you could feel it dripping down your leg. That's when Eddie realized in his post-nut clarity that he came inside you for the first time. Not caring about the consequences, he just wanted to make you feel good. He could see in your face you were close; he replaced his tongue with his thumb to talk you through it. He knew you loved his mouth in more ways than one.
âCome on, pretty girl, I know you can do it. Come for me, come for your Eddie. Fuck youâre so fucking sexy. Yeah, thatâs it, thatâs my pretty girl. Youâre getting tighter; I can feel it. I wonât let any more of this come slip out of you until you finish. â Eddieâs magic fingers brought you to the brink, and his words made you spill over. The euphoric feeling washed over your body as you spasmed in Eddieâs lap. Your body shook like it was possessed, and you clenched your jaw so tight that not even a sound left your body as your orgasm washed through you. âFuck baby, that must have been a big oneâ Eddie stroked your hair as you collapsed onto his body. âYeah, I donât think I've ever come that hard before,â You panted.
Eddie patted himself on the back, and you gave him a look that said what the fuck. âWhat?â Eddie laughed. âI did all the work!â You got up onto wobbly legs.âOh, so thatâs how itâs going to be? I swear if my back was right, youâd be over my knee, young lady.â he pointed a finger at you. âOh, Iâm soooo scared,â you laughed as you went to get a towel from the bathroom clean up. âJust because I canât move at the moment doesnât give you the right to act like a brat.â You could hear the amusement in Edieâs voice. âOh yeah, come and get me, old man.â You stood a few inches out of his reach. âNot fair, babe.â He pouted and crossed his arms against his bare chest. You giggled at the sight in front of you. âOh my poor baby,â you gave in; you would be soulless to not give into those big brown puppy dog eyes. âYes, your poor baby!â He dramatically flung his arms around you as that was the part of his body that didnât hurt. Laughing at his dramatics, you wrap yourself back into his lap. âYou were incredible tonight, baby; I almost forgot to tell you.â You kissed his cheek. âReally? Lil old me?â He batted his eyes. âYes, baby, Iâm serious! Your stage presence, you command the crowd, you were made for this baby. Iâm so happy you and the band are back doing what you should be,â you smiled. âThank you, baby.â Eddieâs head swelled at your praises. You were everything to him, and hearing you say those words only made the love he has yet to confess to you grow stronger.
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The tour wrapped up just in time for the winter holidays. Your time off was split between your family on the East Coast and the Munsons on the West Coast. Your family was disappointed that you couldn't bring around your new man, but they understood the circumstances of the relationship. It was only supposed to be business as far as they knew. One night at your parent's house, cozied up by the fire, you were having a nightcap with your mom after your dad went to bed. You confided in your mom your true feelings for one another. The age gap worried her like it would any mother, but you did your best to share how much Eddie meant to you, and he meant a lot to you. The L word was looming. You tip-toed around it, trying so very hard not to admit it out loud because the consequences were disastrous. It had been on the tip of your tongue, but you suppressed those feelings because you knew in your heart things would have to end eventually, and you had to protect yourself.
New Year's Eve was spent with Eddie; he threw a party every year, and this year was the first time Violet Rose managed to stay up for the stroke of Midnight. She fought back her heavy lids and managed to make it to 12:15 a.m. before sleep took over.
The new year was filled with writing, recording, and performing music. You were asked to perform at the Grammys this year, as you were nominated as Best New Artist.
Eddie and you pulled up to the Red Carpet of the Grammys as your first official outing as a couple. It has been eight months since the contract was signed and 4 months since you and Eddie confessed your feelings for one another. Tonight was a bit nerve-racking, seeing as though this was your first red carpet, your first time being nominated, your first time being invited to the Grammys, your first time performing at the Grammys and your first official public appearance with Eddie. You stepped out of the limo after Eddie. He helped you out of the car, holding your hand the entire time. He was always dressed in black, and you wore a strapless lilac Oscar de la Renta gown that you tried so hard not to trip over.
"I got you, Angel. No need to cut off the blood flow to my hand," Eddie chuckled.
"What?- Oh, sorry" You hadn't noticed how hard you were squeezing him until you looked at both of your hands intertwined, and Eddie's fingertips were bright red from the blood pooled there.
"Breath, Angel." Eddie wrapped an arm around your waist, guiding you to the row of paparazzi lined up. Your name and his name are yelled from every direction, the flashes of light temporarily blinding you. You went through the motions as your heart rate went up, playing off your nerves to the camera as Eddie talked you down, whispering sweet nothings in your ear.
You had made it to the primary carpet all the interviewers had been at. Eddie guided you to a lady with one of the biggest smiles on her face. "Oh my god, I can't believe I have Hollywood's hottest couple here with me tonight!" She cheered. You and Eddie both said hello. "So it really is official? The dating rumours seem to be going on for months, with you two being very sneaky with no confirmation, but by the looks of it, tonight, this is the big reveal!" She pointed the mic to Eddie.
"Yeah, I can't believe I managed to swing this one, she sure is something to be putting up with me," Eddie laughed. He was such a natural at this with all his years in the limelight under his belt.
"So you are performing tonight. Has your man given you any words of wisdom, seeing as though he is an OG?" She directed the question at you.
"Well, he has definitely calmed my nerves, that's for sure. This is my first big event like this, and I'm really glad he is by my side for it. I donât think Iâd be able to be here if I was on my own.â You look up at him and continue, "He has all the confidence in me that is enough for the both of us, so having him here with me tonight makes it extra special."
"Oh em gee, love is in the air tonight! The way he is looking at you, how can you not swoon?" she flutters her hand over her face. "haha yeah..." you laugh awkwardly. That dreaded L word brought up when you and Eddie had never discussed it makes you overthink what you were doing again. "Don't make me do another one of those. I don't think Iâll survive," You whisper to Eddie as you walk away from the interviewer. Eddie barked out a laugh that caught everyone's attention. You could hear another interviewer you were walking towards. "Seems as though Hollywood's newest couple is enjoying themselves this evening. Maybe we can get a word or two?" "Come on, baby, I'll do all the talking. You just stand there and look pretty, okay?" Eddie kissed the side of your head and guided you along.
The rest of the night was a blur; your performance had gone perfectly, according to your manager, but you blacked out from all the stress of the night. You were relieved when you didn't win Best New Artist because you didn't have to go up and talk in front of everyone all over again.
Thankfully, the only thing after the show was the afterparty, and you and Eddie stayed briefly. About an hour and a half was spent mingling, and Eddie introduced you to everyone at the party, and your social battery was fried.
When you and Eddie got home, well to Eddie's home, you couldn't wait to crawl into his bed. The place you felt the safest and calmed you, the place that consumed you by all things, Eddie.
You asked Eddie to unzip your dress. It was the first thing you said to him since you got into the limo. Tonight had knocked everything out of you, and Eddie sensed something was off.
"I'm sorry again, baby, that you didn't win; let me make you feel better." He kissed across your bare shoulder and up your neck. "Baby... is it okay if we maybe don't tonight?" you turn to face him, holding your dress to your chest so it doesn't fall. "Yeah, baby? are you feeling okay?" He puts a hand on your forehead to check your temperature. "I'm fine, Eds." You giggle. "Well, something must be bothering you if you don't want any of this." He swings his hips around, pretending to thrust into you, making you laugh more. "Baby, I'm just exhausted. I promise I'm okay about not winning; I just want you to hold me?" you look up at him with that look he cannot resist. "Of course, Angel." He wraps you into his chest and kisses the top of your head. "I'm going to get out of this thing before I ruin it, and I'll be right there." You motion to the dress that was worth thousands. You crawled into bed with Eddie, fresh-faced in one of Eddie's shirts. You snuggle your head into His bare chest, and he smooths down your hair.
"You were amazing tonight, I am so proud of you. Did I tell you that?" He mumbles. "I don't remember? I blacked out for half the night." You laugh. That makes Eddie jerk up so he can look down at you. "I knew there was something off about you tonight, baby. I'm sorry" He pulled you in tighter. "I'll be ok, Eds, now that I am here with you." You drift off. "God, I love you," Eddie says under his breath as he kisses the top of your head just as sleep takes over you....
Eddieâs confession had gone unnoticed by you. The following day, he was anxious and jittery, but he blamed it on not getting a good night's sleep because his back was acting up again.
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Weeks passed, and Eddie never bought it up again, scared that youâre pretending you didnât hear him to spare his feelings, but honestly, you did not hear his declaration.
Eddie planned an extravagant getaway for the two of you since your one-year mark of the contract was approaching, and he wanted to celebrate what brought the both of you together.
You were sitting in your condoâs living room watching TV with Eddie when he cleared his voice. âSo, what do you say about joining me on Thursday for breakfast on the Amalfi Coast?.â He cocks his head like a curious puppy. âHa, good one babe!â You laugh at the thought. It was already Tuesday evening. âIâm serious!â He laughs back. âBabe, what do you mean? We canât just up and leave?â You question. âWhy not? You have any major plans I donât know about?â Eddie was getting kind of nervous that you did because if so, it would ruin everything. âWell..â You think, no, you really didnât have anything booked, studio time, no interviews or photoshoots. In fact, your manager had called to tell you a bunch of stuff had been pushed back until the 20th⌠did Eddie?
âWhat did you do?â You look at him suspiciously. âI donât know what youâre talking about?â He gave you a smile like the Cheshire Cat while pulling you into his lap. âBabe,â you warn him. âAngel, I took care of everything because you and I are going on a little getaway alone.â He nibbled under your ear. âOh my god, I have to pack!â You jump up and run to your closet for your suitcases. You can hear Eddie chuckle as he follows behind you.
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âBabe, can you at least let me pay you back for the ticket?â You ask as you pull into the grounds of the airport. âNo, can do, babe, I didnât buy a ticket,â he laughed. âBut how are we?- Shut up!â It suddenly hit you that Eddie once told you on your first date that he has a private jet, one you havenât seen until now. As you stare out the car window, the plane is coming into view.
The car had parked on the runway right beside his jet; Eddie jumped out first to open the door for you, a custom you have gotten used to, so you just let it happen.
âAfter you mâlady.â He bowed and gestured to the plane beside you.
A slight âwowâ left your lips as you looked at it in awe. You climbed the steps with Eddie getting the best view of your ass as he tailed right behind you.
You walked in, and your jaw dropped. There was a cream leather couch just as you walked in by the door, another that mirrored another sofa on the opposite side, with four matching leather swivel chairs up at the front of the plane. There were cream carpets that ran throughout the interior adorned with accented black lacquered wood that ran up the walls of the plane, and across the front of the cabin was a soundproof divider that separated you from the caption and the one steward that was to travel with you.
Eddie introduced you to Charles the captain, an older gentleman probably in his mind 50âs, and Paulina, the air hostess, who was way too pretty to not be a model in your opinion.
âMr. Munson, a pleasure as always,â she greets him, ignoring you. Oh, so thatâs how it was going to be? âPaulina, was it?â You turn back to her, and you set your purse down.
She gives you a tempered smile
âHow about you get us some Champagne? We are celebrating.â You wrap your hands around Eddie's waist protectively, and Eddie senses your threat. He rolls his eyes and shakes his head at your ridiculousness. âOf course.â She nods her head and walks away.
âYou, Little One, have nothing to worry about.â He boops your nose before he plops down, pulling you down with him. âSo you and her never?â You pout. âNever. Ever.â He nuzzles his head into the cook of your neck.
Paulina walks in and sets the tray with the champagne flutes on the crystal coffee table before you.
âIs there anything else I can get for you?â She asks cordially. âNo, I donât think we will need much this trip. Iâll ring the call bell if anything, but it should be relaxing for you.â Eddie charms her. âSounds good, Mr. Munson.â She turns and closes the cabin door.
About half an hour into the flight, you and Eddie could take off your seatbelts, and you and Eddie got comfortable. He asked Paulina to help him make up the sofa that turned out to be a daybed and then put on a movie for the two of you to watch and have background noise while you talk.
âI was thinking⌠I can get you into this club I know of while on this trip⌠if you want.â Eddie trailed his index finger dawned with a ring with a dragon's head up your thigh. âOh, what kind of club?â You ask with genuine curiosity. âVery exclusive; only people who are very high up get to be a part of it.â Eddie holds back a giggle. âOh? Would this club be called the Mile High Club?â You giggle as you feel the third glass of champagne take over. âGod, youâre so smart.â Eddie leaned in and kissed your lips. It was sloppy due to the alcohol so early in the morning, but you were on vacation.
Eddie pulled you into his lap so you could straddle him. He pressed his already hard length up into you and loudly moaned. âShhhh, Baby, they will hear you.â You look over to the cabin door. âNo, they wonât. Itâs soundproofed; we can be as loud as we want, Baby, and I want you loud.â he kissed the column of your neck as you leaned your head back in pleasure.
âNow, be my good girl and tell me what you want? Hmm?â
âI want you to do whatever you want to me,â you breathed into his mouth, asking for another searing kiss.
Eddie placed a hand on the back of your head and guided you down so he was hovering over you as you lay on the pullout couch.
The leather squeaked beneath you as he adjusts your bodies.
âIâm going to undress you, then Iâm going to kiss every inch of your body, and you are going to let me. Youâre not going to rush me or beg or pout. Youâre going to let me worship you. Understood?â He started by taking off your shoes.
âYes, Sir,â you nod your head.
âGood girl,â he smiles. You feel a rush in your pussy at his words. How he looks at you, how he wants to please you, and not because you asked him to but because he wants to, is making your head spin. Never has any other man youâve been with been this attentive to your needs.
He had you down to your underwear, the plane was cool, and goosebumps spread across your skin.
âDonât worry, Baby. Iâll have you warmed up in no time. He grabbed an ankle and started kissing around your perfectly manicured foot. He wasnât playing around when he said he would kiss every inch of you. He was going at an agonizingly slow pace. He made his way down your leg to your inner thigh and took off your panties. He breezed over your mound; your hips jerked up, and Eddie gave you a look of warning. âDonât disobey me, Angelâ
âIâm sorry, I didnât mean to; itâs just what you do to me, Baby.â You looked up at him with sorry eyes.
Eddie threw his head back and groaned. You were his succubus, his own personal vixen. He continued kissing across your other thigh, down your leg to your other ankle. The feeling of his beard and soft lips made you shiver. He tried kissing your feet, but you begged him not to because youâre so ticklish and didnât want to accidentally kick him in the face.
âI canât ruin that smile, Baby.â Eddieâs heart fluttered when you called him your little pet names. He leaned forward after gently putting your leg down. He kissed you from your forehead across both cheeks, getting copious giggles out of you. Your giggles subsided when he moved lower, down your neck, across your chest. He kissed over your baby pink lace bra that didnât hide your perked nipples. You lifted your back so he could unhook your bra, and you shimmied your shoulders so you could release your arms out of the straps. Eddie looked down at you like you could give him the world. The words were on the tip of his tongue, but you pulled him by the back of the neck to kiss him, not caring about the consequences. The way he looked at you made your stomach flip. Eddie cascaded his tongue over your bottom lip, pushing his way into your mouth. Your tongues danced as his hands trailed down your body, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Lower and lower until they reach your silky folds.
âYou wanna know something, Angel?â Eddie pulls back, slowly brushing over your
âWhat, that handsome?â
âYou have the perfect lips for kissingâ
âThen come back here.â You reach up to grab him, but he stops you.
âThose werenât the lips I was talking aboutâ He gives you a cheeky grin and then slides down your body until he is face to face with your needy cunt.
This man was too smooth with his words; you didn't need any more foreplay. He could slide in right now, and nothing would be blocking his way. You felt your wetness drip down your leg as Eddie spread you open, leaving one kiss on your pussy before he flips you onto all fours.
âBabyyyyyyâ you whine while wiggling your ass in the air.
âI told you, Little One, I am kissing every inch of your body, and youâre going to take it.â He whispered in your ear, hunching over you.
He made his way up your arm, across your shoulders, and down the other arm. The goosebumps came back as he continued down your spine and across every inch of your back. You swore heâd given you 100 kisses by now, but that didnât stop him.
âArch for me baby, let me see youâ You couldnât see Eddieâs face, but the tone in his voice the was it went active lower letting you know he was no longer playing around.
âYes, sir.â You arched your back and sped your legs wider so he could see, just like he had asked.
âFuck look at you,â He whispered under his breath, and you felt his warm lips come in contact with your cool skin. You felt his soft lips kiss from the top of your tailbone and down to the fat of your ass. His teeth scraped the large muscle, and his mouth left rings of saliva that became cold once he lifted his lips from your skin. You felt his mouth moving closer to your centre, lower until you felt his two hands spread your cheeks open, giving him a small yelp, not being ready to be so exposed, especially in this well-lit plane. His warm mouth fell onto the inside of your cheek, and you gave out another yelp. No one had been so close, so intimate with you like this before.
âI told you, baby, Iâm worshipping every inchâ You didnât have time to think before you felt his mouth on your puckered hole.
âOh my godâ you gasped as arousal shot through you.
âAnyone ever plays with this little holeâ Eddie kissed you again before a strong hand came down on your ass cheek, making you moan.
âNo, Sirâ you sucked in a breath.
âWhat a shame, sheâs real prettyâ he circled a wet finger around your asshole and your pussy cliched around nothing.
âWould you like me to continue?â He whispered in your ear.
âI did tell you to do whatever you want to me,â you countered back.
âBut do you want it?â Eddie grabbed your chin and made you look up as he hovered behind you.
âYes!â You cry
âYes. What?â He gritted through his teeth because you should know better.
âYes, sir, play with my asshole.â
âGod, I love when you talk dirtyâ Eddie slid down your body and licked a long wet strip from your clit to your second hole. A breathy sound of pleasure rips from your lungs, one so loud you even startled yourself. âThat's it, baby, let me hear you.â Eddie lapped and circled you so good your eyes were rolling into the back of your head. You never thought you would be into this, but it was Eddie; he made you feel safe, and you liked it when he showed you new things in the bedroom.
His tongue glided across and around your tight hole, as his thick fingers penetrated your pussy. âDoing alright, sweetheart?â He checked in, but you were too zoned out, lost in your own pleasure, you didnât hear him. Moan after moan left your mouth, not even able to form words.
âIâll take that as a yesâ He smirked before he dove back in, this time his tongue broke its way through your tight walls. Before you knew it, you were coming. The combination of Eddie's fingers and tongue fucking you made your walls tighten, and a roar came from your lungs. âThat's it, Princess.â Eddie removed his wet fingers covered with your spend and circled them around your other hole.
âHollyshitâ you breathed out.
âIâm not finished with you yet.â Eddie pulled you back by your hair, sticking his tongue in your mouth. By far the filthiest thing heâs ever done to you, but you were already begging him to do it again. âPlease, please, give it to me.â he drops your head from his hand, and your face softly falls onto the cushion. âSuch a filthily girl. You want me to split open your pussy with my cock while I finger fuck your ass?â He spoke while taking off the rest of his clothing.
âPlease,â you begged.
âMy girl is greedy, but what my girl wants, she getsâ You felt the couch shift as he knelt down to align himself with your needy pussy. He spreads your lips to get a full view of himself slowly entering your wet hole.
Eddie pumped into you slowly, picking up the pace with each stroke. He spread your ass cheeks open to expose your two holes. You hear him spit as hot saliva cascades down your hole.
âYou sure you want this sweetheart?â He grazed his finger over your hole, getting it ready for him. âGod! Yes, Eddie! Please!â His cock was hitting your G spot perfectly; with each stroke, you could feel the hot metal of his piercing rubbing your inner walls but needed something more to get you to the edge.
Eddie let it slide that you didnât call him Sir because he was too damn excited that you let him play with your ass. âFuck yea, Princess.â He slips his wet thumb into your puckered hole. It surprisingly felt good. Honestly, you were prepared for it to hurt, but the added pressure made your head spin.
âWho does this ass being too?â He gritted, slapping his hips into you, his cock so deep inside that you see stars. If you turned your head to look over your shoulder, you would have seen Eddieâs body glow with sweat, flushed face and a look in his eye that wouldâve convinced you he was so madly in love with you. But you never did, too consumed by how Eddie made you feel. The way he fed you the pleasure you always craved, the pleasure you always needed but never received until now.
More moans filled the room, unable to answer. All of your senses were on overdrive. âHuh, baby girl? I didnât quite hear you?â he slowed down, making you feel every inch of him leave your body and then slammed back into you. âYou! Oh god, my body is yours!â You bury your face into the couch cushion. âThat's right, Little One, youâre mine.â Eddie pulls you back up with one strong arm and fixes your body to parallel his.
âBut if youâre mine. Then I am yours. Tell me Iâm yours,â he panted.
âFuck Eddie, youâre all mine, mine, mine, mine,â you chant your mantra until your walls spasm around his cock, your orgasm cascading through your whole body, your limbs struggle to hold you up as you try to hold yourself up. Eddie continues to thrust into your throbbing cunt until he is so close he pulls out again, being reckless and âforgettingâ to put on a condom. He pulls out, and you hear the lewd sound of wet skin smacking as pumped his load on your ass. You feel the hot streams of cum coat your skin.
âShit, thatâs a pretty picture. Donât you dare moveâ Eddie grabs his phone off the table and snaps a picture of you with your ass in the air, fucked out of your mind with his cum running down your crack.
âThis is going to hold me over for a long timeâ Eddie laughs
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The car pulled up to a villa right on the edge of the water. You could hear the crystal blue sea water splashing the rocky coastal line. You could smell the salt in the air, the sea breeze was cool on your skin, and the hot sun beamed down in the cloudless sky. The concrete building was painted a terracotta that was slowly failing but only added to the vintage flair.
âWelcome home, Babyâ Eddie kissed the top of your head and led you inside.
The large wooden door creaked open, and you entered the most beautiful home youâve ever seen. âThis house is yours?â You asked, âNo baby, ours,â he corrects. âNot what I meant, Eddie; I meant you own this place?â You reiterated. âYes, Angel.â he pulled you in closer, put your bags down and kissed you.
You didnât even get a chance to look around before you and Eddie jump one anotherâs bones again⌠On the sofa, the porch daybed, the kitchen counter, the shower, and the bedroom. It was a miracle you convinced Eddie to get out of bed and show you around. Wrapped up in the crisp sheets, which remained black even in this home with this distinctly Italian decor.
You reminded him he promised to take you to that CafĂŠ on your first date. âEddie, you promised me the best pastry in the whole world, we have been here 34 hours, and I still havenât experienced itâ you pout.
Eddieâs propped up on an elbow, giving you a look.
âWhat?â You ask innocently.
âJust looking at you makes me so hornyâ Eddie leans into you, pushing you into the plush pillows that adorn the bed, he was an addict, and you were the fix, the only one that could cure his hunger.
Eventually, you had gotten Eddie out of bed and into the Italian streets. Your days were filled with walking hand in hand. He took you to the CafĂŠ first. They did, in fact, have the best croissant you had ever tasted and the best Caffe latte you ever had. Eddie and you strolled through every shop you said you wanted to go into, buying a bunch of trinkets and gelato. He took you to the beach the next day, and the day after that, you toured around the city some more; he booked a cooking class where you were taught how to make homemade pasta. The next day, you went on a winery tour. There was so much to discover and so much history to see; the week was jam-packed with things to do, and you never felt so free. Being here with Eddie in another country where no paparazzi was hounding you every moment of every day. You kept your socials quiet, not wanting to tell anyone where you were. Having it just be you and Eddie was a dream. Not that you didnât miss Vi, but the break was needed.
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You only had 2 days left of your trip. Tonight, Eddie cooked for you. It was one of the most romantic evenings you two shared. He had put out candles on the dining room table, had music on in the background, and asked you to dance with him on the balcony under the stars, and now you were standing in a moonlit room in front of a floor-length mirror, naked.
Still fully clothed, Eddie walked up behind you, and his hand slowly grazed your shoulder, up across your collarbone, and then he teasingly wrapped one finger at a time around your throat. He jerks your head to the side so he can speak to you. You can feel his hot breath on your ear as he says, âLook at you. America, Sweetheart, getting all wet and sticky just for me. Are you going to let me touch you, Princess? fuck that sweet little cunt of yours?â You desperately try and nod your head, but Eddieâs grip is firm. âUse your words,â he growls in your ear.
âYes Sirâ you sighed.
âGod, no one makes me as horny as you do,â he growls in your ear.
Eddie leans closer, his other hand not on your throat, wraps around your waist, pulling you into him as he pushes his stiff cock into your lower back. He moves in to kiss you, and goosebumps appear all over your body as his lips connect to the supple skin of your neck. Itâs more gentle than what you're expecting. His hand slides down from your waist, leaving your throat to cup your breast.
âLook at yourself while I touch you,â Eddie whispers. You donât dare disobey his orders tonight; something about tonight is different: you want to be good for him no matter what. He has been so good to you. All you want is to be that for him in return. So you turn your head and look at where his fingers connect with your skin. His calloused tips are rough on your breast's soft, delicate skin. The pads of his fingers cascade through your wet folds, and you try so hard for your knees not to buckle at the sight youâre witnessing.
âThatâs my pretty girl. Youâre so good to me.â He slowly circled your clit as you continued to watch. You tried so hard to not fall to your knees. Your hands find his muscular thighs, and you drip onto them for dear life. You let out a breathy moan as Eddie sucked on your neck, hitting that sweet spot he is good at locating on the first try. You finally broke and turned so you could be face to face. You needed to kiss him like you needed air to breathe.
Eddie grabbed onto your bare ass and hoisted you up. You wrapped your legs around his thick torso, and he walked the two of you over to the bed as you left a trail of kisses down his neck.
Eddie ever so gently laid you down on the bed like you were made of glass. You watched him from the bed as he stripped down into nothing, missing his touch the entire time he was away. âBaby I need you,â reach out for him.
âI know Angel, Iâm right here. I gotcha.â he crawled on top of you.
You were right; something about tonight was different between the both of you; the dynamic wasnât raw and animalistic. It was soft and delicate. Eddie crawled on top of you and slowly slid himself into you. The execution was effortless. Your slick canal was more than ready to take him. He kissed you and kissed you, and kissed you. Eddie kissed you all over. No words were being spoken. The only sound that filled the room was the sound of skin-on-skin and illegible moans of pleasure. No words needed to be spoken, not anymore. Not tonight. You and Eddie both knew that tonight was about making love. He was soft and gentle, 180 from where you two usually went in the bedroom, but this is what you needed, the missing puzzle piece finally being found. Eddieâs hands intertwined with your own; considering all of the intimate things you had done thus far, this moment takes the cake. He was gazing into your eyes, and his cock brushed the walls of your pussy. Each thrust had meaning behind it. Each time he leaned in to kiss, you meant something, something more than you would ever have the pleasure of knowing. You felt love, even if he hadnât said anything; you knew deep, deep down this was his way of showing you how much you meant to him. To take care of you, to be there for you⌠and the same goes for him, even if you donât know it. You being there for Violet Rose and being there for Eddie also made you the missing puzzle piece to his life.
âEddie, baby, Iâm closeâ You broke the silence and tucked his wild main behind his ears.
Eddie smiled and brought his hand down between your bodies so he could massage your clit, knowing how much you loved when he played with the bundle of nerves. Only a few circles do it for you until your body is jerking under Eddieâs.
âThatâs my girl, fuck yes, thatâs it. Just like that, come for me, Angel.â he kept thrusting as the orgasm took over your body.
The feeling of his head hitting the top of your cunt as your pussy clamps down on his cock like a vice has Eddie following not far behind. He tried to pull out before he came, but when you begged him to come inside you. Who was he to deny the women he loves? Heâs only but a man, a man blinded by your magical pussy that was sucking him back in.
âFuck baby, you want my babies, you want me to get you all round and pregnant. You want my cum that bad.â He whispered.
All you could do was nod and pull his body closer to you, not ever wanting him to leave.
âFuckâ Eddies thrusts became less uniform and sloppy as he came, releasing his seed inside you.
Eddie pulled out a few seconds later. you were at a loss, but you had to clean yourself up, so you tried getting up, but Eddie stopped you.
âWhere are you going?â
âTo the bathroom, I have to you knowâ suddenly feeling shy.
âNo, you stay here. Iâll go.â
âBut I feel it leaking alreadyâ you giggle
Eddie hopped out of bed and ran to the master bathroom; you couldnât help but check out his little tush as it glowed in the moonlight.
Not even 30 seconds later he was back with a damp towel helping you clean up. âI, um, I hope you know about the baby thing⌠It was just um, I uh.â He cleared his throat.
âItâs okay, I have an IUD remember.â You roll over to face him. âOkay, good, right. But never can be too careful,â he clarified.
âIt was um in the moment, I liked itâ You shuffle your body so you're resting your head on his bare chest.
âIâm always careful, but somehow, you know how to make my brain mush.â He laughs.
âI guess I have that effect on people.â You tilt your head up to kiss his neck.
âFuck Angel, I donât know if I can go again,â he sighed.
â Mâsorry baby, youâre just so sexyâ You hum in his ear.
Eddie turned his head and lifted your chin so he could kiss you. You melted back into the bedsheets, feeling the best youâd ever felt.
âWe should go to sleep, baby. I have a big have a big day planned for us tomorrow."
âOkay, goodnight babyâ you sigh as he gives you one last goodnight kiss.
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The following day, you woke up with dread coursing through your veins. Wide awake, laying in bed, your head cleared, you realized the mistake you had made last night. The bond between you and Eddie was too woven, too tight. It will kill you to break it, but you had to, and now you ruined everything.
You were spaced out the rest of the day; you hardly realized you had been outside walking by the water. "I have something special planned for us." Eddie took your hand as you walked through the ancient cobblestone streets, snapping you out of your daze.
Your heart sank, this was all becoming too much, but you played it off, not wanting to crush Eddie's heart, so you sucked it up and gave him a smile.
You could see a single yacht docked at the end as you approached the water's edge. As you approached, it was lit with hundreds of tiny fairy lights. You could see red and white balloons and many flowers. Assorted wildflowers mixed with purple roses and... poppies. A nod to the nickname his daughter gave you. Your heart was racing; you couldn't bear to do this to him. You couldn't let him go through with whatever romantic gesture he had planned. Halfway up the ramp, you stopped, and Eddie had tugged on your arm, thinking you were still trekking along behind him.
"What is it, Angel? Are you scared of boats?" He looked concerned, not thinking about that option when he had planned that night.
"No, uh, it isn't that." You fought back the crack in your voice.
"Then come on, I have to show you something." He said with a smile tugging your arm again, but your feet were planted. Refusing to go any further.
"Eddie. I can't," you whisper.
"Sure, you can come on." He was oblivious to your inner turmoil.
"I can't do this," you shook your head, fighting back the tears.
Eddie's face went from happy school boy to concerned father instantly.
"Baby, what's wrong? Talk to me." he rested both hands on your shoulders, looking down at you with a furrowed brow.
"I need to go. I can't be here." The panic in your voice broke.
"You're scaring me angel, what is wrong?â you didn't think the look of concern could get any more profound, but it did.
You didn't answer him; you turned and walked off the ramp and back down the dock onto the cobbled streets.
Eddie chased after you, not letting you go by yourself in an unfamiliar city alone at night.
"Baby, wait!" you didn't look back. You just kept running. You no longer were able to hold back your tears. The crying turned into sobs. You could hardly see where you had been going before Eddie caught up with you, placing a hand on your shoulder to bring you around to face him.
Your sobs mixed with your panting from running, made you need to catch your breath before you could speak.
"Don't make me do this," You sobbed into him.
Eddie stroked the back of your head, trying to console you; he was confused but more frightened than anything. He didn't understand what made you run? What had he done wrong? Was it the boat?
"Let's get you inside" He guided you down a few more streets, and you caught your breath as you approached the doors to Eddie's home.
Eddie sat you down and went to fetch you a glass of water
"You need to talk to me, Angel. What is going on?" He squatted in front of you, placing both hands on each knee for you to look at him.
"Eddie, we can't do this, this is too real! We took things too far. I don't know what to do? How can we keep doing this when we know how this will end?" you rambled.
"Angel, who says it has to end?" He needed clarification.
"We both signed that contract. You know we can't keep this up forever. We only have one week left before this is all over!" You raised your voice because now you were frustrated. What was he not understanding?
"Who cares about the contract?!" he yelled back, now frustrated.
Eddie had never yelled at you before; never once had he raised his voice at you in the past year.
âI care! My whole career depended on this stupid arrangement!â You yell.
âOh, that's really all this was to you?! A Stupid arrangement? Iâm just a way to get you to the top, huh?â Eddie was hurt. His words came out laced with venom.
âFuck! No, not anymore! That isnât want I meant!â You reach your hands out to Eddie, but he flinches away.
âBut it's what you said!â He pointed.
âGod, Eddie! Thatâs not what I meant! How we feel no longer matters; we canât go on!â You cried.
âHow could it not matter?!â He stood up and started pacing.
âBecause it just canât! You screamed.
âYes, I can because guess what? I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU!â Eddie shouts back.
Your heart stops beating, your head starts spinning. Eddie loves you. That's what this date was about; he would profess his love for you...but itâs too late. All of this is too much. You should have kept things professional. It was supposed to be easy. No heartbreaks, no feelings, no getting attached. Simple. It was supposed to be simple!
âNone of that matters...â you whisper with a solemn sniffle.
âDoesnât matter?! How could this not matter?! Youâre my world!â your real name fell out of his mouth. Not once in this year had Eddie even muttered your actual name. Your heart breaks into a million shards of glass ripping through your chest. He fell to his knees, kneeling in front of you.
âWe canât be together! This wasnât supposed to happen!â you stand up off the couch and continue, âWe canât be together, okay! What donât you understand? We HAVE to break up, Eddie. The contract is over; it's finished. We are finished.â you started pacing the room, you can't look at him, you refuse to look at him. You think you'll be sick if you glance in his direction.
Eddieâs heart was literally cracking into two pieces, how could you be saying these things to him? Why was this happening now? He was going to ask you tonight, he had everything planned⌠and now youâre breaking up with him? Because of a contract?
âHow can you say that? After everything we have been through!â he belted, feeling betrayed.
âThe contract says so! My career says so.â You were beyond frustrated and hurt, but this had to be done because legally, it needed to happen.
âAngel, please.â He took a step towards you with his arms reaching out.
âEddie. Donât.â you took a step back. Eddie winced as if he had physically been burned.
âI canât believe youâre throwing all we had away.â He shook his head, refusing to look at you. âThere is nothing we can do! We both signed the contract. You knew this day was coming! I donât understand why Iâm the bad guy?!â you pleaded.
âYou think I gave two shits about what that piece of paper says? Do you think I read anything it said when I had a dream girl placed in my lap! Do you think I read that?! NO, I didnât, not when I would be with you!" He tested the waters, taking another step forward, but you took another step back.
âEddie, please, no. Tell me you knew that we had to break up⌠please.â you cried.
âOf course not! I donât care about it. I love you, why don't you understand?!â He pleaded.
âI care! I canât fuck up my career, donât you get that?!â You could pull your hair out.
"So that's it? Just like that, we are done? You stand there, and you can look me in the eye and say your career is more important to you than our relationship? That's what all of this is about for you this whole time? I know you love me, and you won't say it back!" Eddie threw his pointer finger at you.
"That's not what I'm saying. You mean everything to me!" Your nose was running, and the streams of mascara and eyeliner cascaded down your cheeks.
"Then why are we fighting?!" Eddie's voice carried more than he knew. You winced at his tone.
You can't handle it when people yell at you. It only makes you cry more.
"Because I can't allow myself to love you." You shake your head in defeat.
"Baby, please don't do this to us. I can't live without you; Violet Rose needs you. I can't picture a life without you in it.â That little red velvet box felt like fifty pounds in his jacket pocket right now.
âSo because you say so, that's it? This is the end?" Eddie pinched his brow bone.
âIt's not me who decides, Eddie... We both signed a deal..." you seethed.
"Fine," just like that, he turned and stormed out of the front door.
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You stood in the grand room with nothing but regret and sorrow to keep you company. You didn't eat, and you didn't sleep much over the next twenty-four hours.
You don't know how long you stood there before your body collapsed from exhaustion. You didn't know your catatonic state would last you a few days. You didn't know how you ended up at the airport, and you don't know how you got on the airplane back to L.A.
You didn't know that that would be your last time seeing Eddie.
You needed to fix this. You called Roger when you finally snapped out of the trance a few days later, but it was too late.
"The story is already out to Princess. It is being streamed on TMZ, People Magazine, and ETalk... There isn't anything we can do. Why do you want to keep it going?" He asked, confused. Knowing he would have cut it shorter, you never disclosed the truth to Roger.
âNever mind, Roger, I guess thatâs it then.â You hung up without saying goodbye, no longer able to fight back your sobs.
That was it; the story was out, and you were curled up in bed for days. When the crying finally stopped you were more like a zombie, sleeping, waking up, then sleeping again. Anything to avoid life, you did. You just went through the motions.
Your phone and TV had been off after your phone call with Roger. You decided to turn your phone back on, with the thought of your mom freaking out from not hearing from you in a few days crossed your mind.
The first notification you get as soon as it turns onâŚâHollywood's most beloved couple call it quits.â
The reality of your actions came crashing into you like a Mack Truck. You would never hear his laugh, never be able to hold him, never be able to help VR with her homework again. You would never be able to feel complete. So that was it; whatâs done is done. You could do nothing to reverse the damage you brought to Eddieâs life. You just hoped that one day he would have it in his heart to forgive you, to understand why you did what you did⌠because you are in love with him, and you always will be.
~end~
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Can you please write Older! Eddie x reader, where Eddie presents Reader with Wayne or his friends but they don't trust in reader, but then she proves them wrong, and they're like, she's good for Eddie or something like that? (Maybe Wayne will be more interesting to me personally bc he's Eddie's uncle, but I can completely see the Hellfire Club and Wayne all being like, we don't trust her!)
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Young girls and trust don't mix
Eddie was in his 40s and struggled to find anyone. He'd been single for years and never found out what falling in love was. He slept around and never had an empty bed, but there wasn't a spark or anything. He was a rockstar and his life was on the road. He prepared to never be tied down.
It was a shock to everyone when Eddie released to the world that he had a girlfriend, and more of a shock when they learned she was in her twenties. The headlines went crazy and girls were filled with envy. The most wanted bachelor was now off the roaster. And when Wayne heard the news, he was immediately concerned.
He wanted Eddie to find a nice girl and have a family. A young girl? Wayne didn't believe she was going to lead him into a marriage. She was too young for that and Wayne feared she was around for the fame and fun.
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"Wayne, I don't want to talk about this again!" Eddie groaned, he sat on the small couch in his tour bus. Y/N's head rested on his lap as she skimmed through a magazine.
"Eddie, I'm just telling you! Dating a girl that young doesn't seem logical. Look into the future, like five years, do you think she'll still be around?"
"Yes," Eddie said without missing a beat.
"Edward, you met her after your show, right? She's a fan and you know how dangerous and manipulative a fangirl can be." Wayne warned. A conversation both men had over and over. Yet, none of it changed Eddie's mind.
"Night Wayne." Eddie sighed and hung up. He took a deep breath to calm his anger and chucked the phone across the bus.
"Still doesn't like me, huh?" Y/N said as she skimmed the magazine, but her eyes looked up to meet his.
She couldn't lie, it pained her that the most important person in Eddie's life didn't have positive thoughts about her. She understood Wayne's worries and she wished she found a way to prove him wrong. She knew she was young, but there wasn't a doubt in her mind that she'd walk down the aisle to Eddie. She wanted his hand in hers forever.
"I just don't get it! I've been with you for almost a year and he still fights me on it. He thinks you are a groupie since you go to all the shows with me."
"I know, babe," Y/N sighed, she sat up and cuddled into his lap. "but! He hasn't met me yet. Your last show is in Hawkins, then we'll have a few months for me to win him over. He might need to meet me to trust me. All he has is tabloids, of course, he's skeptical."
"But why isn't my word good enough?" Eddie groaned, his face in her neck as he breathed in her sweet scent.
"Because only idiots fall in love." She teased as she poked his side. "He just thinks you blinded, love."
"I'm going to make him love you. Just like I do." Eddie promised.
"Maybe not like you do is a good idea." She joked.
"Haha." Eddie faked a laugh as he nibbled at her neck. She giggled and squirmed.
Y/N vowed to make Wayne accept her.
~~~
After a few more days of sold-out shows and arguments over the phone with Wayne, Eddie's show in Hawkins arrived. Eddie was extra nervous about the show since Wayne would be there and Y/N was supposed to be meeting him. Eddie wasn't sure what he'd do if Wayne didn't change his mind about her. He didn't want to break up but he didn't want to live with the pit in his stomach of the two most important people in his life not getting along.
Y/N was focusing on Eddie's eyes as she applied the black eyeliner when Wayne was escorted into the dressing room.
"There the big rockstar!" Wayne joked, Y/N stepped back to allow Eddie to stand up and embrace the older man in a tight hug. She smiled at the moment as both refused to let go first. Y/N knew how important it was for Eddie to have Wayne here. To see him perform after years and years of not making it. Tonight was the first night Wayne would see Eddie as the rockstar he finally was.
Wayne pulled back with a smile, his eyes never looked to the right to see Y/N.
"I can't wait to see ya perform!" Wayne said the anxiety in Eddie's stomach tightened.
"This is the biggest crowd of the tour. I think I might barf." Eddie admitted. He was terrified. He hated coming back to Hawkins, to a town where he was nothing but scum. The rest of the world loved him, but what if home still didn't? What if he went out there and everyone hated him?
"Baby, you will do amazing," Y/N reassured him, her words caused their heads to turn. Both Wayne and Eddie looked at her with two different expressions. Eddie, who looked grateful and soft. Wayne, looked like he wished she didn't speak.
"Wayne, this is my girlfriend, Y/N." Eddie proudly said as he wrapped his arm around her waist. She smiled and held out her hand, Wayne stepped forward and shook it.
"Pleasure to meet you, Sir." She said as their hands released each other.
"Right, so Eddie! Where will I be sitting?"
"Next to my girl," Eddie said with a big smile
~
Y/N walked silently with Wayne as they were escorted into the front row of the stadium. People screaming as she passed through. She waved and smiled, being as polite as she could. Wayne tried to not roll his eyes as she soaked in the fame. Another thing Wayne was always telling Eddie about.
"So we'll sit and he gets about half an hour to do his vocal exercises then he'll be out," Y/N said, sitting down in the small chair. She tried to ignore how awkward the air felt. She took a minute to look at the crowd, and it truly was the biggest crowd she'd ever seen.
She and Wayne sat in silence as they waited for Eddie to come on. But Y/N couldn't help but notice the clock struck 8, and Eddie still wasn't on the stage. She tried not to worry and figured the stage management was running behind.
She stood up when Eddie's manager came rushing towards her.
"Y/N? Eddie is asking for you." Eddie's manager said as he whispered into her ear, she nodded and turned to Wayne. "I'll be right back!" And raced after his manager. Wayne didn't think twice about standing up and following behind her.
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Eddie was panicking. He made the mistake of looking at the crowd, and now he couldn't feel his legs. He sat on the floor, hurdled up, and ate at his fingernails.
"Eds?" He heard Y/N call from outside the door, and she softly knocked. She waited a second before she opened the door, her heart cracked seeing a nervous Eddie huddled on the floor.
"What's wrong?" She asked as she sat on the floor. Eddie didn't speak but moved to be in her arms. It was like their bodies communicated as Eddie began to relax.
"It's okay to be nervous, but trust me, they will love you. They are your fans and here to support you." She encouraged them as she rubbed his hand.
"What if I'm not good enough to be something good in this town," Eddie confessed. He was too ashamed to look up at her and to see Wayne.
"Nonsense. You were always something good. They never learned who you were, because if they did, they'd love you. They'd see how sweet, creative, and funny you are. But this is their chance to treat you the way you always deserved. Go show them what they missed out on."
Wayne watched as Eddie jumped up with a new confidence, the atmosphere of the room lifting as he threw his guitar over his shoulder. He felt ashamed of the way he acted, it was easy to tell Y/N was the best thing that ever happened to Eddie. In a shitty town that only gave him hell and a family that was filled with betrayal. He still managed to find someone to bring his spirits up.
Maybe she deserved more credit than Wayne thought.
~
Wayne watched as Eddie performed his life. And he couldn't help but embrace the energetic energy Y/N brought. She sang every song, knew every lyric, and danced perfectly to every beat. It was clear that she had every part of his songs memorized. He also noticed how much Eddie looked back to her, his eyes landed on her every few minutes. Then a small smile appeared before his eyes moved on.
There was something really special about the relationship Wayne was seeing, and he knew he accepted it right then and there.
~~~
After the show, Wayne apologized for his actions and words. But Y/N didn't hold it against him. She understood where he came from and was happy to have changed his mind.
Eddie was grateful Wayne gave her the chance because the sight of them getting along was the best thing Eddie got to experience.
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Older rockstar Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson x fem reader- heavy metal lovers
Headcanons rockstar older Steddie x younger goth/punk reader. Reader is close to mid-20s and Steve/Eddie is middle-aged in their young 40s. Includes how reader met them through being a peep show performer.
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-Steve has a punk band called Hawkins Rebels and plays the bass guitar.
-You first saw Steve and Eddie at a car wash. In your bikini, you washed their tour vehicles for them. When they found out you were a fan, they put you on their guest list for their upcoming show.
-On tour for Steve's birthday, his big 4-0 Eddie suggested they go to a peep show in Los Angeles, California. The tour kicked off on the West Coast, but they were in town for three nights.
-At the peep show of all the ladies Steve and Eddie could get to entertain them it was you.
-Your outfit was all black, latex, and it included gloves, a jacket, and a dress. Underneath you had on lacy black lingerie.
-The whole strip tease made them so aroused and they couldn't hold back their erections or excitement. By the end of the night, you had them wrapped around your finger.
-Even though you had no idea who they were they ended up being big tippers. There was so much about you that turned them on but your eyes especially were your main asset and stood out to them.
-You were their dream girl and they had to have you. They planned to come back another night and make their presence known to you.
-There was no touching during the peep shows unless you were able to have the watchers reveal themselves and they planned that for another time. The aura of mystery would just have to be that way⌠for now.
-Your dancing was sensational and they agreed the only girl they wanted to see dance was you from now on.
-Corroded Coffin and Hawkins Rebels would tour together and that's how you would formally meet Steve and Eddie.
-At your first show of theirs you would wear all black, leather, spikes, and platform boots.
-Despite playing hard to get when the other fans/groupies of the bands would throw their bras and underwear/thongs onstage or flash them you were different.
-Even though they were now older Steve and Eddie loved to still wear leather and rock out all night long with parties on the tour buses. Usually, they would share one tour bus and invite groupies on.
-Steve gave you your first vip backstage pass and after the show, you met them in the green room.
-Eddie had made sure to have a wide variety of snacks and drinks to choose from. He still loved beer and so did Steve while you opted for a margarita.
-Backstage you had a good time on your first official night with them. They made sure you had all the food and drinks you wanted on them. The cost didn't matter.
-Just having you backstage with them made Steve and Eddie happy enough. You weren't like other fans and they had the utmost respect for you.
-Being backstage you had the best time as they sang a duet together and did some songs acoustic covers and originals and only your very favorite songs.
-Eddie had more tattoos now including a grim reaper on his back, an upside-down cross on his leg, and a Baphomet on the back of his neck.
-Steve even got some tattoos including a skull on his shoulder, a nail bat on his arm, a lion tattoo on his upper thigh, and a King crown on his hip.
-Steve had eyebrow, lip, and nose piercings whereas Eddie had a tongue, dick frenulum piercing, and nipple piercings.
-They knew your name as a peep show dancer and requested you by name on their second visit. This time you were wearing something different. A catsuit complete with ears and tail and a lacy cat mask to match.
-When the time was right and you had put on your dance for them practically naked now they revealed themselves through the glass partition.
-Finding out they were there watching you was a shock but not completely. Steve and Eddie made sure to assure you they had good intentions.
-Still, despite this, you wanted to finish dancing for them and put on a hot show.
-When you got to talking after they explained they had been there before nights earlier but would be in town again soon.
-The best part about being with your rockstar heroes was their sweet demeanor and how they could talk for hours about anything and everything. You were so comfortable around them.
-Even though you had a job as a peep show performer, they offered you the chance to go on tour with them. Of course, you said yes. You ended up being their band photographer and merch girl for a tour.
-Being on their tour bus was so much fun and you had the back bunk with them the best and largest one on the bus. You would be the little spoon in between.
-Rockstar life could be hectic but it could be fun too. You had the best days with them and there was always a fun party to be had after playing the shows.
-You loved to go out to a local place in every city to get something to eat whether it be pizza, burgers, or a native cuisine from whichever place it was with them.
-There was so much to do on days off like go to the beach or shopping and see the local sights. New York was especially fun and California.
-Before you came along they had a wide selection of pornos on the tour bus but with you no they no longer needed them.
-When they did have porn movies on the tour bus Eddie and Steve had DVDs of their favorite stars. Eddies favorites are Joanna Angel, Jessie Lee, Small Hands, Nikki Hearts, and Liz Vicious. Steve's favorites are Riley Reid, Annabelle Peaks, Chloe Cherry, Tori Black, and Jenna Haze.
-Eddie and Steve's music taste is similar and they love metal. Older Eddie loves Metallica still, and bands like Judas Priest, Dio, and Iron Maiden. The newer bands he loves are Lamb Of God, Municipal Waste, Dethklok, and Gojira. Steve loved synth wave and new wave growing up but when he's older partly because of Eddie introducing him to the hard rock/metal world he now loves Linkin Park, Foo Fighters, Green Day, Alice In Chains, Korn, and Radiohead.
-When not touring with Hawkins Rebels, Corroded Coffin mainly tours with other metal and some punk bands names big and small like Slayer, The Misfits, Doyle, Testament, Suicidal Tendencies, Danzig, Children of Bodom, Opeth, and Napalm Death.
-When Steve's band isn't touring with Corroded Coffin they play with bands like Motorhead, Sixx AM, Alice Cooper, Alice In Chains, and Deftones.
-Modern-day rockstar Eddie has comfort shows and movies to watch on tour. Some of his top favorites are That 70s Show, that 90s Show, Trailer Park Boys, Beavis And Butthead, Walking Dead, Criminal Minds, Sons of Anarchy, and Freaks & Geeks. For movies 90s and early 2000s Adam Sandler films, Stephen King adaptations, Evil Dead, Fight Club, and John Wick.
-For Steve on the road he loves Seinfeld, Curb Your Enthusiasm, Breaking Bad, The Last of Us, and Dexter. For movies The Matrix, The Crow, Bill & Ted, Batman, and Deadpool.
-It didn't take long before you were their devoted girlfriend and they were your loyal partners.
-That didn't stop the occasional fun with other people though. You would have your fair share of partners you enjoyed together.
-There would be random hookups but then there were women who were the exceptions. Ones you could have fun with whenever you came to their city/state or nearby state.
-Most often you would have one-night stands with Steve, Eddie, and a girl or guy of your choice.
-Orgies weren't as common but still happen and the women who go to them were all very pleased.
-Once in a blue moon you would have a gang bang with Corroded Coffin and Hawkins Rebels.
-Nothing could compare though to the mind-blowing sex with Eddie and Steve and your threesomes.
-Mostly you would be the center of attention-getting fucked by them and other times you would watch Steve and Eddie get each other off.
-Wanting to do something different at times on tour you would use a glory hole in the bathroom to take turns sucking them off.
-At concerts, you watch the side stage and bring friends/family sometimes.
-Eddie teaches you guitar and Steve bass so you can perform sometimes with them and play a few songs.
-While they are away on tour you face time/skype every chance you get. They love it especially when you put on strip shows for them.
-When you go on cam they love to mutually masturbate with you and talk dirty for hours and hours on end.
-The same thing is true for phone sex. They love to get off just by listening to your voice and edging.
-You send them the sexiest snapshots/polaroids while they are on tour and the best videos getting off. Sometimes just cute or romantic messages and they love it all.
-When Eddie is home from the tour but Steve is touring you and Eddie will send him videos of having sex and even having sex with Eddie dominating you as Steve watches and gets off.
-When Eddie is on tour Steve is with you being the ultimate dom and even giving Eddie commands through the phone or Facetime.
-You make sure to pack your panties (multiple pairs) and some bras for them on tour so they can smell your scent and always have it.
-They even put the lotion you use on their pillow case and have your perfume in bottles so they can smell it and think of you.
-They fly you out to random dates on tour even in other countries. Italy, Sweden, and France are some of the best places to see them.
-Eventually, you get matching tattoos of a black heart and an infinity symbol with flames.
-For a new album cover Corroded Coffin has you and Eddie pose for it scantily clad with guitars.
-With the Hawkins Rebels you do a music video with you and some other girls dressed up like devils.
-You record a special song with Corroded Coffin doing some vocals and moans for a song on the album Eddie wrote about you called 'My Rocker Queen.'
-In the recording studio you are their biggest inspiration and they make sure you always have the best view.
-For a magazine cover you pose with them for a Halloween issue in costumes. Eddie as a vampire, Steve as a werewolf, and you as Elvira.
-At the end of their shows you would throw out black roses to members of the audience.
-Steve would love to ride motorcycles and take you with him with no set destination.
-Eddie loves to watch the sunset with you and play acoustic guitar, especially at the beach. Sometimes Steve would also go and play guitar at the beach with you.
-Steve and Eddie love it when you paint their nails for them. They mainly like black nail polish and dark colors.
-While Eddie wears a lot of leather, especially black leather and ripped jeans, Steve loves traditional denim.
-They usually style their hair or help each other but love your touch and you helping them with hairstyling.
-You get matching tattoos with them of infinity symbols with flame hearts on your inner wrists.
-Eventually, you stop doing peep shows and being a performer and start to work as a photographer and work for a rock/metal magazine.
-You do only fans sometimes and have solo videos, cosplaying ones, and of course ones with your 2 men. Sometimes you will get between 1 and 3 other girls to join and those videos are your fan's favorites.
-When they are gone and you are stuck at home you sometimes get girls to have fun with. As long as you record your encounter they have no problem with it. They love getting off watching it, especially when you live stream it for them.
-Other times when they are gone on tour and you are alone at home you have Billy over and he satisfies your every desire. It was Eddie's idea originally to have you give Billy a chance.
-When they get back from tour you have the hottest foursomes and Billy loves to be watched.
-Billy eventually became the tour bus driver and roadie.
-What happened on the tour bus stayed on the tour bus. Groupies came and went but Steve, Eddie, and you were long-term.
-Sometimes you would invite groupies backstage. It was a nice feeling of power being able to pick them out. They always trusted your judgment and you picked out some of the hottest girls.
-For favorite positions, Eddie loves 69, reverse cowgirl, and doggy style. He can't get enough of playing with toys either like fleshlights, vibrators, butt plugs, and dildos.
-As for Steve he has a huge breeding kink and daddy kink, and his favorite positions include cowgirl, reverse missionary, flat iron, and toys like cock rings, double dildos, and anal beads.
-They love to use a remote-controlled vibrating app on you controlling all the settings and making you beg for it. Also, they use it in sometimes awkward places but they love to tease and please their favorite girl.
-Ropes, floggers, whips, and spreader bars are just some of their favorites to use along with blindfolds for bedroom kink/fun.
-They both love fleshlights and get a custom-molded one of your pussy.
-On their off days of tour they would explore the sites. Their favorite places to visit were Niagara Falls, the Grand Canyon, the Empire State Building, the Alamo, the Golden Gate Bridge, the Brooklyn Bridge, and the Statue of Liberty.
-Overseas and across the pond they have favorite spots as well on tour. The Arche De Triomphe, Trevi Fountain, Eiffel Tower, Devil's Bridge, Swiss Alps, and the Fjords in Norway.
-In the United Kingdom they love the Tower of London, Trafalgar Square, Lochness, and Liverpool.
-You do a bit of urbex exploring with them too. The best places to go explore were abandoned amusement parks including Discovery Island (Disney World urbex park), a Ghost town in the sky, and Jungle Island. In the UK a former Pink Floyd recording studio in England.
-Steve would always be the mother-like figure making sure the best snacks and food were loaded on the bus whereas Eddie would make sure to have the best stash on hand, especially weed.
-After most shows, they would be signing autographs and taking selfies for their fans. They would mainly sign breasts and asses but they loved it.
-For a playgirl issue Eddie graced the cover bearing all with his warlock guitar. He had the hottest pictures and interviews in the magazine even mentioning you as his lover. It was the most bought issue of the magazine.
-Steve had a cover spread for Rolling Stone shirtless and with his bass guitar. The cover story and interview were all about his music of course but also his biggest muse which was you.
-On the bus, they would play games like Dungeons and Dragons, darts, and mini 8-ball pool. When they weren't gaming, watching movies/shows, sleeping, eating, or having sex, they would be practicing songs and writing new stuff.
-Eventually, you get some pets together including a black labrador retriever (a rescue) named Lightning and a Siamese kitten named Silver.
-Touring was fun with them and like a vacation. One place they didn't get to play but loved to visit was Hawaii especially Maui, the Big Island, and Oahu.
-Steve and Eddie were happy you were theirs. One day they decided to make that official and you got hitched at the wedding chapel in Maui on the road to Hana. You married Steve legally but considered Eddie your other husband.
-Your honeymoon was nothing short of amazing and you spent it island hopping. There were so many spectacular sights to see. The beaches were otherworldly and the food especially the fresh seafood and sushi was incomparable to food like it anywhere else.
-Finally one day New York recognized rights for plural/poly couples and you married them again in a ceremony with close friends and family/relatives in attendance.
-You still did fun and kinky things on tour. They made sure you were satisfied in every way possible and you wouldn't have it any other way.
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older rockstar!eddie x reader
summary eddie munson was an asshole, you knew that now. and the truth was you hated him, so much so that you couldn't stop thinking about him.
eddie munson hated himself, and he couldn't stop thinking about you. (16.3k)
warnings 18+ minors dni, age gap (reader is 22, eddie is 40), angst, asshole eddie, references to abuse, drinking (reader gets drunk), reader hurts herself (not intentionally!), very brief mention of blood, smut, making out, oral sex, penetrative sex, fingering, an overuse of nicknames. if i have missed anything please politely let me know <3
Seven Months Later.Â
Thereâs this theory called the Baader-Meinhof phenomenon. Itâs the scientific explanation for why you start to notice something, or someone more when your awareness of them increases.Â
Itâs an illusion. Your brain creates a cognitive bias. The truth is that thing was there all along. You just never cared enough to notice it before.Â
Like Eddie fucking Munson.Â
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The fall air was heavy with a bitter chill as it slinked in through your half-open window. You were barely conscious, your body still heavy with sleep, but you felt the cold wind embrace you in an unwelcome hug and you pulled your thick comforter over your head in a bid to escape it.Â
You werenât sure what time it was, your mind hazy as memories of last night came flooding back to you. You attempted to push them to the back of your mind, you didnât need the self-loathing to begin already, you could get to that after you had managed to at least eat breakfast.Â
Your arms felt heavy as you lifted them, stretching them above you. Your movements caused your comforter to fall around you, your eyes squinted to adjust to the harsh light that bled through the curtains. They were second-hand and made from really sheer material, they almost made no difference. But you kept them up anyway; you were a young woman living in a city by yourself, so you couldnât afford to lose the small amount of privacy they granted you.Â
Dragging your limp body out of bed (fuck you, college) you made your way over to your closet, grabbing the first crumpled-up clothes you saw and throwing them on, not bothering to even look at what you were now wearing.
And no, you didnât shower, and yes you knew you should have. But quite frankly, you barely had the energy to get out of bed and go to class; asking you to shower and wash your hair was asking far too much from you.Â
You had two exams today and a shift at the diner afterwards. None of which you were particularly looking forward to, but there wasnât a lot you could do about that now except grin and bear it.Â
Which is what you did. It was what you always did.Â
As you stepped out of your apartment complex you felt the frost-bitten wind caress your face. You swore under your breath, pulling your coat tighter around you in a feeble attempt to warm yourself up.Â
Looking up your eyes landed on the obnoxiously large billboard that sat opposite your building. And on it, of course, was none other than Corroded Coffin, with Eddie sitting front and centre. Promotion for their upcoming tour.Â
You stared at it for far too long to be considered a passing glance. And just before you turned on your heel to walk to class you pulled a cold hand out of your pockets and pointedly gave it the middle finger.Â
Fuck you, universe.Â
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âIâll tell you what you can do Marianne, you can shove your ideas and fuck-âÂ
âOkay, youâre doneâ John slammed his hands down on the table in front of him, pushing his chair back as he got up and all but manhandled Eddie, pulling him out before he could add more fuel to the fire, âGet out, come on. Jesus fucking Christ-âÂ
It was early. The sun could have only just risen when he woke up and he could hear the fucking birds chirping kind of early.Â
It was 9 AM.Â
He could easily have stopped John from dragging him out of the meeting room like a petulant child, but that would take energy he simply didnât have. And the energy he did have he was more than happy to use on shouting at people who, in his humble opinion, were being pretty fucking stupid for it being the crack of dawn.Â
9 AM.Â
So instead he raised his calloused hands in mock defeat as he let John lead him down the wide corridor, a warning hand on his shoulder, and into another room. The room was identical to the one he had just been in; but there was no one in there, which made it much preferable to him.Â
The harsh morning light beamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows lining the exterior wall. The wall adjoining the room to the corridor was also made entirely of glass. Eddie leant his body weight against it, running his hands over his face as John shut the door behind them. Eddieâs eyes flicked to him briefly and he saw his body tense. He knew that heâd pissed him off. But he didnât care, these moments were second nature to the both of them by now.
None of them dared speak first. Both of them quietly assessed the other, figuring out how explosive this was about to get.Â
Very. If the past was any indication.Â
Eddie being, well - Eddie, pulled out a cigarette and placed it between his lips, his hands fumbling around his many pockets trying to remember where he had last put his lighter.Â
âYou canât smoke in here.âÂ
Johnâs curt voice cut through the thick tension clouding the room. Eddieâs eyes snapped to Johns, fucking insufferable bastard, and his hands halted their searching of his pockets.Â
âIf I donât smoke Iâll turn into an assholeâ Eddie bit out the words, a sarcastic smile painting his face.Â
âAh, so no different than usual then? Put the cigarette down and stop being a dick,â John walked over to the meeting table and pulled out a flimsy chair, sitting down with an exaggerated sigh, âIâm tired of playing your fucking father.âÂ
âYouâre barely five years older than me.â Eddieâs voice was harsh as he snapped back at John, but his face was heavy with some emotion that even John couldnât place. He knew bringing up Eddieâs father was a bad idea. He only pulled out that card when he was desperate.Â
âExactly. I have two kids at home. Youâre old enough to be their father, so donât make me speak to you the way I speak to them. Shit, theyâre better behaved than you are.âÂ
Anyone who knew John knew that he really did care for Eddie. He treated him like a brother, but Eddie didnât yet return the same sentiment. John figured he probably never would, and he was okay with that.Â
He knew Eddieâs history. All of it. He understood why Eddie was the way he was. He just wished he could help him. He also knew that if he told Eddie this, he would most likely leave with a black eye if he dared show any ounce of pity for him.Â
Eddie liked to be treated a certain way. Harsh words shared between people on the most basic level. It made him feel safe. If he never connected with anyone he couldnât hurt them.Â
Or be hurt when they left him.
So John never mentioned any of what he knew. But Eddie knew that he was aware of his past, and he hadnât abandoned him yet, so that was good enough for him.Â
âYou keep pulling shit like this and the label will drop you. Itâs as simple as that.âÂ
Eddie scoffed, fiddling with the still unlit cigarette between his fingers. âIâd like to see them try.âÂ
âOkay, listen to meâ John leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees, feet planted as if he was ready for a fight any minute. âYou leave to go on tour in two hoursâyour first show is tomorrow. Figure your shit out. Drop the asshole facade youâre so desperately trying to hide behind,âÂ
Eddie didnât say anything, he feared if he did he would only regret it. He simply stayed leaning against the wall, not looking away from John once. His stare was cold, calculated.Â
âYouâre not better than anyone in that room. No matter what the girls youâre fucking every night might be saying to you.âÂ
Eddie held his stare, a smirk pulling at his mouth.Â
âThey donât usually say a lot actually. Itâs hard when they're being fucked dumb, poor things can barely string a sentence together when weâre doneâÂ
Eddie was looking for a reaction. He wanted a fight, needed a fight.Â
John bit his tongue, biting back the words he knew Eddie was waiting to hear. He wanted Eddie to tell him he was an ass. That he was pathetic. That he deserved everything that had happened to him.Â
He wouldnât give him that satisfaction.Â
âWhat? Do you not get that sort of reaction from your wife after youâve fucked her? Thatâs poor show John, I can teach you a few things if you need me to?â Eddieâs venomous tone hit exactly where he intended it to, he could tell by the way John clenched his jaw, âOr I could just fuck her for you.âÂ
âWhat the fuckâs happened to you, Eddie?â His voice was suddenly soft, concerned. Eddie hated it. âIs this all about that girl, because-âÂ
âFuck off,â Eddie said with a deafening calm, âIâm going for a smoke.â
And with that Eddie turned and left the room, his heavy footsteps echoing throughout the empty corridor.Â
âYou better not miss the flight later! You canât fuck up everyone elseâs life like youâre doing to your own!â John sighed as the words landed on deaf ears, Eddie already too far gone to pay any attention to him.Â
It was going to be a long long tour.Â
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Carpe Diem. That was a thing people said right? Well, you were here to tell them that was bullshit.Â
Seize the day. Whatever that meant - it was certainly not meant for broke college students who had recently been fucked over by a world-famous rockstar, had almost certainly just failed their final exams and now had to endure a seven-hour shift at a diner.Â
No, that saying was intended for people who already had their life together. Middle-aged moms living in the suburbs with their two children and a perfect husband. Who woke up each morning and decided between going to a new yoga class or a coffee morning with their book club girlfriends.Â
Those were the type of people Carpe Diem was meant for.Â
Not you.Â
You had managed to get caught in the rain on your way to your shift. The cold rain soaking through your clothes and onto your skin enhanced every emotion you were already feeling. The cold wind was biting as you swerved through the bustling crowd on the sidewalk. It was nearing 10 PM, and you wouldnât be home until the early hours of the morning; you rarely picked up night shifts. You had been working there for almost three years and you could count on one hand the number of times you had worked a night shift. But right now you needed the money, so when the shift was offered to you, who were you to turn it down?Â
Once you had finally arrived you had almost immediately snapped at your manager when you walked through the heavy doors of the diner; she had made some innocent joke about how you would have been drier if you had swum here.Â
She quickly realised you werenât in the mood for jokes and told you she had a change of clothes in the back you could borrow. You nodded your head and forced an appreciative smile onto your face. You liked your manager, she was maybe a decade older than you, give or take, and she always made sure the chefs cooked you some food during a long shift.Â
You ignored everyone else, one chef and two other waitresses who would be leaving soon, as you made your way to the staff room at the back of the diner, heading straight to your manager's locker and grabbing the clothes she had folded and placed on the top shelf.Â
You threw on the jeans but hesitated as you unfolded the all too familiar shirt. You recognised the design instantly and you felt a lump form in your throat. You had the exact same shirt at home, although yours was lying abandoned in the back of your closet, and you had been content never to see, let alone wear it, again.
The worn-out corroded coffin logo stared back at you.Â
Well fuck.Â
It had taken you all of two seconds to decide that you would rather spend your night in a half-soaked t-shirt instead. When your manager had seen you walk back out, apron tied around your waist and a damp t-shirt clinging to you, she hadnât questioned it. Instead, she pointed to your area for the night and told you it shouldnât be too busy, she smiled a genuine smile and rubbed your back, like a caring mom, before leaving you to it. You could tell by the look of concern she tried to hide that she knew something was wrong. You seemed tense, which you never were.Â
You hadnât told anyone what had happened. You werenât the first girl to be fucked over by Eddie and you certainly wouldnât be the last. You felt ridiculous for being so hung up on what had happened.Â
But there was just something about him. And you hated him for it.Â
You saw pieces of him everywhere you went. Heard his voice in every store or cafe you went into, and every time it cut into you a little bit deeper than the last. He had left his mark on you and you had no idea how to get rid of it. The truth was you werenât sure you wanted to. He made you feel safe. Which was insane given his reputation, but every time he looked at you it felt like a summer breeze wrapped itself around you. He smiled at you and it felt like running into the ocean for the first time on holiday. Like nothing could hurt you as long as he was there.Â
But then he had been the one to hurt you, so fuck him, right?Â
Yeah. Fuck him. You had tables to serve, people to pretend to like, and a myriad of awful attempts at flirting to politely ignore for the next⌠seven hours.Â
It was going to be a long long night.Â
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The truth was Eddie had tried relentlessly to avoid coming back here. To this city.Â
To you.Â
But it hadnât worked. His team had asked him multiple times why exactly he was so adamant about avoiding this place, but hell would have to open up and drag him down there before he would tell anyone it was because of you.Â
You had fucked him up more than anyone ever had. And he had spent one night with you.Â
He barely knew anything about you. He knew your name, and he knew how old you were. He also knew what you sounded like when you came.Â
He hadnât told anyone about you. John knew, of course. But every time he would try to mention âthat girlâ to Eddie he would shoot him a look that said âI am not above punching you in the faceâ and that was that.Â
So now here he was. In the one city on earth, he would have happily avoided for the rest of his godforsaken life-Â
âDo you want to go straight to the hotel? I already made sure the security stopped people hanging around outside, so you donât have to worry about that.â Johnâs voice sounded from beside Eddie, although he was barely listening.Â
The moment the plane landed he felt his heart race. Which was stupid, because as far as he knew you didnât actually live here. You might have been here on holiday or just came for the concert.Â
Fuck he hopes you didnât come just for him.Â
âYou know tour used to be fun, we used to do shit. Get fucked up.â Eddie didnât turn to look at John whilst he spoke, choosing instead to smoke a cigarette out of the barely open window. The torrent of rain outside still managed to slip in through the open space, leaving raindrops to settle on Eddieâs hair that fell around his shoulders.Â
Eddie had a habit of avoiding other peopleâs questions, even simple ones. John had picked up on that fact rather fast. It was best to let Eddie lead the conversation, so thatâs what he did.Â
âI remember,â John replied, staring straight ahead from the back seat, watching the traffic they were attempting to drive through, âThat was ten years ago, things change, you know that.âÂ
Eddie did know that. It didnât mean he had to like it.Â
When Eddie didnât bother to respond John cautiously said âthey all have families now, Eddie. A wife and kids. Can you blame them for not wanting to get high every night and fuck up a hotel room?âÂ
Eddie clenched his jaw, flicking the burnt-out cigarette out of the window and onto the rain-soaked road, âYou have a wife and kids, why are you here with me? Not with them, with your perfect little picket-fence family, huh?âÂ
âBecause Iâm working. I donât spend time with you out of the goodness of my heart, you know. You pay me to be here, to make sure some insane fan doesnât stalk you or some shit.â John tried to sound lighthearted, adding some humour to his all-too-true words. But it didnât help.Â
Eddie once again went quiet, whispering something under his breath about it all being âfucking bullshitâ but that was it. He hadnât apologised to John about that morning, the comment about his wife. He couldnât bring himself to admit he was sorry. And he knew that made him the asshole everyone said he was, but he had been wearing that badge of honour for a long time, heâd be damned if he let it bother him now. Maybe he just was an asshole.Â
âDo I assume you do just want to go straight to the hotel?â John asked again, he knew not to push Eddie but he really needed to let the poor driver know where he was taking them. Although with the traffic at a standstill, they wouldnât be going anywhere anytime soon.Â
âNoâ Eddieâs blunt response would have been enough to have most people stop talking to him.Â
âWell, where do you wanna go then? Iâm not driving around with you all fuckinâ night Iâll tell you that for nothing.â Eddie finally turned in his seat to look at John, although his gaze seemed to be focused on the window behind him instead, âItâs gone midnight, you may be a rockstar but Iâm old. I need to sleep.âÂ
âHere. Iâm hungry.âÂ
John turned, confusion evident as he furrowed his eyebrows and breathed out a barely audible âwhat?â. The car had stopped outside a diner, open twenty-four hours, based on the worn-out sign hanging in the window. There was no one inside, except a waitress. This was probably the only place in the city Eddie could go to without being spotted and harassed.Â
âAre you serious? They have room service at the hotel and-âÂ
âI fucking said I wanna eat here, is that so hard to understand?â Eddie snapped, his hands fiddling with the bracelets and pieces of fabric he had tied around his left wrist. âI- can we just get out here, Iâm fuckinâ starvingâÂ
âWell if you would have eaten on the plane instead of insulting the food-âÂ
âThat shit looked like I could have made it. Would you eat my cooking, John?âÂ
âYou couldnât pay me enough.âÂ
âExactly.â Eddie took off his seatbelt and waved his hands toward the door on Johnâs side âletâs go.â
John reluctantly moved to open the door, stepping out into the cold rain. Eddie followed suit, taking in his surroundings as he waited for John to tell the driver something, probably asking him to come back in an hour.Â
The bell hanging over the door rang out into the quietness of the diner as they both walked in, glad to be out of the rain for the brief time they were in it. It was quiet, save for the soft hum of a radio playing behind the counter. A woman stood behind it, her back turned and windswept hair flowing over her shoulders, an apron tied around her waist. Eddie could see that her shirt was damp and he couldnât help the pang of guilt that rang through him as he realised she must have gotten caught in the downpour on her way here. Eddie had never had to work a service job before, but he knew damn well if he did and his clothes were soaked through before he had even started, he would have gone home. No questions asked.Â
He made a mental note to try and be nice to her. He never did that, but he promised himself he would at least try.Â
John hesitated a minute before walking over to an empty booth and sitting himself down, his eyes trained on the girl behind the counter.Â
Eddie sat opposite him, stretching his legs out under the table and picking up the menu that was left on the table. He decided on the first thing he saw and threw the menu back down, sliding it over to John, but he still wasnât looking anywhere except at the waitress behind the counter.Â
âWhatâs the matter with you?â Eddie asked quizzically. Johnâs whole body language had changed the minute they had walked in. Sure, it wasnât the most high-end place they had ever eaten, but Eddie had never taken him for a snob.Â
âOkay, youâve got about ten seconds to decide if you want to just get up and leave.âÂ
âWhat-âÂ
âToo late,â John said suddenly, his eyes darting back to Eddie âdonât be an asshole.âÂ
Eddieâs eyebrows furrowed in confusion, what the fuck was he talking about? He looked around to see that the waitress had turned, now facing both of them.
And she was looking straight at Eddie.Â
You were looking straight at Eddie.
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There are certain feelings that youâve never been able to explain to people. Youâve never been particularly good at expressing how you feel because youâve rarely been able to understand or process your own emotions.Â
But as you stood in the diner, at 12:46 AM, and saw Eddie sitting across from you. You knew exactly how you felt.Â
You felt angry.Â
You felt heartbroken.Â
You felt confused.Â
You felt the happiest you had felt in seven months.
And then you felt the world fall out from underneath your feet.Â
You felt like Eddie was about to rip your heart out all over again.Â
You hadnât moved. Shit. What the fuck were you meant to do? Eddie hadnât moved either. But John had, and he was walking right towards you.Â
âHey,â he was tense, you could tell. âListen, I donât know what thoughts are running through your head right now. But, I can imagine at least one of them is that youâd like to punch him square in his face, right?â John tilted his head to the side, trying to gauge your reaction. You still hadnât moved. You werenât totally sure you were breathing.Â
âIâm gonna trust that you wonât do that, if Iâve been able to hold off from smacking him every day for the past seven months Iâm sure you can too.âÂ
John laughed awkwardly and cleared his throat. Something told you he wasnât joking.Â
âNow, thereâs a bar over there.â He pointed past you, out of the window, towards the dive bar sitting directly across from the diner âAnd even though I canât drink whilst Iâm working. I am going to go there anyway. Iâll be gone twenty minutes. Talk to him. Ignore him. Throw him out of here, for all I care. Do whatever youâve gotta do.âÂ
And with that John turned and walked out of the diner. The sounds of the city filled the diner as the door swung open and shut again. And then it was just you. And him.Â
And those two old guys sat at a table in the corner. Ignore them.Â
You shifted your weight on your feet, you wanted to talk to him. Needed to talk to him.Â
Your feet had carried you over to his booth before you had realised what you were doing. You couldnât read the expression on his face, and for a second you thought he wasnât going to say anything, but then-Â
âJohn ran out of here as quick as he fucking could, didnât he?â Eddie⌠laughed? Genuinely laughed as he said it, a honey-thick smile covering his face.Â
âYeah, he basically floored it to the bar over thereâ you pointed awkwardly, even Eddie was sitting with his back to the window, and couldnât see. He smiled again anyway, dropping his gaze from you to stare at his hands that were resting on the table.Â
When you didnât smile back you saw his whole body tense up. What did he expect from you here? To take him to the back room and fuck him?Â
âCan you sit down, and talk for a minute, maybe?âÂ
âIâm working if you hadnât already noticed.â You responded, voice slightly harsher than you meant for it to sound.Â
âI know- shit, I know. I didnât mean that you weren't, I just meant,â he was stumbling over every other word, and you know it should have given you some satisfaction to see him like this. To realise that maybe you werenât the only one who came out of this whole thing scorned. But you felt sorry for him, his eyes were heavy with something sad. His usual cocky facade was nowhere to be seen.Â
âI can sit for a while, itâs okay.â You hated how soft your voice went, Eddie heard it too, he bit back a smirk and sat up a bit straighter as you sat down across from him.Â
âYour shirt is wet,â Eddie said, making a vague gesture with his hand. It was still wet, you guessed, although it was much drier than it had been. âThey really made you work in wet clothes? They had nothing for you to wear. You must be cold, thatâs all.âÂ
âMy manager gave me some clothes to wear, yeah. I just kept my top because I didnât feel like wearing hers.âÂ
Eddie cocked his head to the side, a silent question as to why.Â
Well, fuck it. âSheâs a big fan of yours. I didnât want to walk around in a Corroded Coffin top all night so, here I am.âÂ
There it was. He had been waiting for it. The moment he couldnât avoid it any longer.Â
âY/N Iâm-âÂ
You cut him off, you werenât ready to hear whatever sorry excuse he pulled out of his ass. âSorry? An asshole? A bastard? Take your pick, seriously.â Eddie watched you, his face blank as he took in every word you said.Â
You saw his jaw clench. The same way it had when he had left you alone in that hotel room.Â
âYou want me to say sorry? For what, exactly?â You physically flinched at his words, the harshness of them. That honey-thick smile was nowhere to be seen, his eyes had gone distant.Â
âYou want an apology because I treated you the same way I treat every other girl I fuck? Listen, sweetheart, you knew what the deal was from the start, donât act like some fucking innocent party in all of this.â You felt the breath go from your lungs, he had leaned forward as was speaking to you, leaning on his forearms as he broke your heart again.Â
âYouâre telling me you didnât go around telling anyone who would listen that we had fucked?â Eddie spat at you.Â
âNo. I didnât.â Your voice was quiet but definite. âI didnât tell anyone.âÂ
Eddie paused for a moment, something flashed across his face. Relief? Confusion? Anger? You truly couldnât tell. You werenât sure he could either. âMaybe you should have. Gossip tabloids will pay a lot of money for shit like thatâ he turned his head, looking away from you. You wanted to get up and walk away. Shout at him. Tell him how much he had hurt you.Â
âYou asked me to sit down so you could insult me, was that it?â you asked him, âwell youâve done that so can I go now?âÂ
âWhat did you think I was going to do? Profess my undying love for you? Tell you I tracked you down just so I could tell you how sorry I was?â Eddie shot back, he had built that wall back up around himself the minute you had snapped at him. He couldnât bring himself back from that ledge, no matter how much he wanted to. And he so desperately wanted to.Â
Because whenever his eyes landed on yours felt his heart break, he truly believed you held the whole world in your eyes, a world he longed to be a part of.Â
âI thought you could be a decent fucking human being, Eddie.â Hearing you say his name made him feel like he was drowning. Your voice dropped as you decided you needed to get it out of your system. âI thought you would have some respect for me. Do you know how fucked up Iâve been over this? I fucking cried over you.âÂ
Eddie didnât try to interrupt, he didnât have any reaction to what you had just said. You could almost believe he wasnât listening to a word of what you were saying.Â
He was.Â
âI get it, okay. This is what you do. Fine. Good for you, if youâre happy like this then please donât let me, or anyone else, stop you.â You werenât sure where your confidence had come from, but you felt like this would be the only time he would be sat in front of you again. âI didnât want to like you. I thought you would be a complete asshole, and I was fine with that.âÂ
Your gaze dropped from his face to his hands, where he was pulling at the jewellery he had on his left wrist. His hands gave away everything he wasnât saying, and you didnât think he was even aware of how much he was giving away. A couple of seconds later his hands stopped moving, and he moved them off the table, onto his lap. He hadnât realised you were watching him so closely. He hated that.Â
âEddie, listen to me, I liked you. I felt safe with youâ Eddieâs eyes scanned your whole face as you spoke, almost as if he was looking for any proof you were lying. You spoke slowly, determined for him to really hear you, and understand what you were saying. âYouâre a good person, Eddie. You are not what everyone says you are. Maybe you try to be that guy, but youâre not. You care about other people, but I donât think you care about yourself.âÂ
Eddieâs face had softened, he swallowed and shook his head, barely. But you saw him do it, nevertheless.Â
âI donât know you, I know that. But I think you want to be happy, you want to be a good person. But you canât let yourself. Iâm not saying this because I want you to fall in love with me, or some shit. But I hope one day you will fall in love with someone. And I hope youâll let yourself love them.âÂ
All of a sudden it was too quiet. You hadnât even noticed that the two older gentlemen who had been in the diner had left. A twenty-dollar bill was left on the table. The radio played dimly in the background, the rain clattered against the windows and roof. The muffled sounds of the city nightlife outside. Eddie hadnât said anything to you. You nodded your head and shuffled out of the booth, prepared to leave him alone until John got back.Â
You walked back over to the counter, picking up the money as you went. You werenât sure how long it had been. You had made yourself a coffee and were about to start tidying up when you heard Eddie move. His heavy footsteps echoed off the floor, his leather jacket rubbing against itself. You looked up, expecting to see him walk out. But he didnât.Â
âIâmâ weâre playing a show. Tomorrow. If you want to come, that wouldâ fuck, um.â you had never heard his voice sound like it did right now. Soft, but still him. That confidence was hidden just below the surface. âPlease come. If you donât want to watch the show, then come when it finishes.âÂ
You were the one not saying anything now. You were so angry with him, he still hadnât apologised. He had barely said anything to you, apart from the insults he had thrown at you. So why the fuck did you want to go. Why could you not imagine this being the last time you saw him?Â
âCome to the door, ask security to get John. Heâll make sure you get in okay, I promise.âÂ
You didnât have time to even nod in agreement before Eddie was heading for the door, he opened it and you couldnât drag your eyes away from him. Even with the promise of seeing him tomorrow, it felt like too much of a risk to not take him in as much as you could whilst he was there.Â
âIâm sorry.âÂ
And then he walked out, letting the door shut behind him. Only this time he had said something to you before he left you. And you knew, no matter how much it would make you hate yourself, that you would see him tomorrow.Â
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âWhat the fuck is wrong with you? Genuinely, Iâm genuinely asking you, this isnât a joke anymore.â Eddie knew John would be insufferable on the drive to the hotel, but if he knew he would be like this? Eddie would have walked.Â
âI apologised to her. I invited her to the show, whatever she does is her decision.â Eddie bit out, John laughed at his words. The kind of laugh that said are-you-clinically-insane? Eddie couldnât find it in him to disagree with that.Â
âEddie, I have known you for almost as long as that girl has been alive-âÂ
âOkay well thatâs not what I need to hear right now, John for fuck-âÂ
âNo, listen to me. I have known you since you were barely older than her. And I have never ever seen you be so fucked up over someone else. I have never seen you care about someone else the way you do that girlâ and donât try and bullshit me here. Because you do care about her.â John sounded blunt, harsh. But Eddie knew he only sounded like that when he loved someone and wanted them to be okay. He only pulled out that voice when he needed to slap some sense into Eddie.Â
Eddie had never told him, but he did love John like a brother. He might tell him someday, maybe with you next to him. Maybe.Â
âFor the past seven months, there is not a day gone by where I have looked at you and you werenât completely zoned out. You were thinking about her, every time. I knew that. So now, hereâs your chance. Not everyone gets those, you know that better than anyone.âÂ
Eddie held back a shaky breath. John saw it, but he knew they needed to have this conversation.Â
âYou are not your father, Eddie.â John needed him to truly understand that. âYou never have been him, and you never will be. You wonât ever hurt that girl, in whatever way youâre afraid you will.âÂ
Eddie froze, and thenâ âI donât want to hurt her. I would never, I promise. But what ifââÂ
âYou are not your father,â John repeated âI know the kind of things he said to you, how he treated you. And how he treated your mother.âÂ
Eddie nodded his head, tears welling in his eyes as he let John talk.Â
âThe idea that you are even related to that man is astounding. And, how you got this reputation is beyond me.â John laughed, remembering something âYouâ you forced me to adopt a kitten you saw outside your trailer when I first met you, told me it needed to live with someone who had a âfancy-assâ house. You gave her to me and threatened to tell my girlfriend if I said no.â Eddie laughed through the tears that were staining his cheeks.Â
âDonât let your father win. Heâs not around to control you anymore. If you ask me, you should have gotten on your knees and begged that girl to forgive you; begged her to give you a second chance.â The car stopped and John looked out of the window, the lights from the hotel flickering through the rain. John turned back to Eddie as he took off his seatbelt âNow, I donât know if sheâs going to turn up tomorrow. But if she does? Then she could be the happiest girl in the world if you just let yourself be vulnerable.âÂ
Eddie nodded again, afraid that if he spoke his voice would break with all the emotions that were running through him.Â
âI assume Iâm chaperoning this girl during the show tomorrow?â John said as they both climbed out of the car.Â
Eddie nodded, and John flung an arm around him as they walked into the hotel.Â
âI do not get paid enough for everything I do for you.âÂ
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After Eddie had left the rest of your shift flew by. No one else came in, which was normal for a weeknight. You spent the last couple of hours of your shift trying to distract yourself from the thoughts that were clouding your brain. Once the sun had started to rise and the orange sunlight began to flood through the windows you felt yourself heave a sigh of relief.Â
Your manager popped out from the back office every now and then, if she was aware of your run-in with Eddie she didnât say anything. She never worked the night shift (being the manager had its perks), but the other waitress had called in sick earlier, and there was no one else to cover her.Â
She had told you she would drive you home, there was no way she was letting you get a taxi. You didnât argue with her, thanking her and telling her youâd give her gas money, considering your apartment was in the opposite direction to yours. She was adamant you would do no such thing.Â
Just before 5 AM, the morning waitresses came in. You wouldnât call them friends per se, but they were nice enough. One was in her mid-forties, with mousy brown hair that she always wore in a long ponytail, bouncing with each footstep she took during her shift. The other was around your age, and you were closer to her. You had been for drinks with her a couple of times, she was loud and extroverted so you never had to do much talking, which you were perfectly happy with.Â
They made polite conversation as they walked in, asking you how the night had been and if anything eventful had happened.Â
âNope, it was pretty boring, to be honest.â There was no way in hell you were telling them that Eddie Munson had been sitting not even a foot away from where they were standing.Â
You politely dismissed yourself and went to find your manager. You ran into each other in the back hallway, she laughed telling you she was just about to come and rescue you.Â
The drive home was quiet, casual conversation was shared between the two of you, but nothing more. Soon enough she pulled up outside of your apartment building. You thanked her and went to get out of the car, but before you could she placed a hand on your arm.Â
âY/N if thereâs something bothering you, you can talk to me, you know? Youâve been quiet for a few months now. I donât want to intrude or push any boundaries, but I care about you. And not just because youâre a good waitress.â You both laughed, and you assured her you were okay. Maybe one day youâd tell her what had been going on. But not just yet.Â
You went to bed as soon as you stepped foot into your apartment, only making time to pull off your clothes and throw on the oversized t-shirt you slept in. The mattress seemed to swallow you whole as you threw your body down and pulled your comforter over your head.Â
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You only realised you hadnât set an alarm when you woke up that evening, with a couple of hours left before you needed to leave.Â
To see Eddie.Â
Oh fuck.Â
You stumbled through your apartment to your bathroom and jumped in the shower. The cold water stole a breath from you and made sure you were awake. It took far too long for the water in your building to warm up, and to be honest, you figured taking a cold shower before you saw Eddie couldnât be a bad thing.Â
Coming out of the bathroom, a fluffy towel wrapped around you, you turned on the lamps you had dotted around your apartment, the daylight quickly fading.Â
Your apartment was nice, you were incredibly lucky you had stumbled upon it when you moved here. It was only a studio, but what more did you need when it was just you? You separated your bedroom from the lounge and kitchen with a curtain that hung from the ceiling. It had been there when you moved in and you didnât question how exactly the previous residents had got it there in the first place.Â
The rest of the apartment was undoubtedly old-fashioned. With 60âs and 70âs architecture but you made it your own. You brought all of your furniture from thrift stores, leaning into the 60âs look that you had been lumbered with. A variety of rugs covered the floor, lamps were placed on tables and plants were in every corner. It felt homely, certainly far from perfect but it was your own, and that was all that mattered.Â
You spent an hour or so doing your makeup, hair and getting dressed. You had never been the most confident person, but tonight you felt genuinely pretty. But you barely gave yourself time to let yourself feel that before the nerves took over your body. You felt lightheaded, a telltale sign that your anxiety was about to get the better of you.Â
So you did what you should never do in those situations. You eyed up the bottle of vodka you had out on your kitchen counter, left over from the other night when your friends had come over.Â
You told yourself youâd do one shot. Ease your nerves and loosen you up so you could at least talk to Eddie when you saw him.Â
Now, you would like to reiterate that this was the worst decision you could have made.Â
After the first shot, you called a taxi. And then you took two more shots before leaving your apartment.Â
You were a lightweight. This is important to note because you were already tipsy.Â
You arrived at the venue about five minutes before the concert started, meaning it was relatively quiet outside, everyone else was already inside, excitedly waiting for it to start. You remembered what Eddie had said about speaking to security and asking for John. It was cool outside, but not cold. The soft air hits your face and sobers you up slightly, you rested against a wall for a minute, asking yourself what the fuck you were doing.Â
Eddie had said sorry only after he had shouted at you. Accused you of telling anyone who would listen that you had fucked him. And maybe you were crazy, maybe you were being stupid. But⌠you looked at him and you felt like you were wrapped in a warm hug, his eyes were deafening. One look into them and time slowed down, any music stopped playing, and everyone stopped talking, all because you were looking at him.Â
You couldnât ignore that feeling. It was the feeling you read about in fairy tales as a child. So here you were, wearing your heart on your sleeve. Trusting Eddie not to break it.Â
You made your way over to one of the entrances and spoke to the man standing there. You asked him to get John. He asked your name, and when you told him a knowing look crossed his face. He smiled and told you to wait there.Â
Has Eddie told everyone about you? No, no he wouldnât do that. He probably told John to let security know you were coming, so they wouldn't turn you away.Â
Whilst you waited for John you felt the alcohol really take an effect. Oh no.Â
Before you had time to curse yourself for your decisions John rounded the corner, he smiled at you and waved you forward.Â
âI really hoped you would turn up. I donât know why, but I did.â John told you, there was something in his voice you couldnât place. He sounded happy, amused almost. A complete turnaround from his demeanour when you first met him.Â
âEddie could convince anyone to do anything.â your voice was slightly shaky, trying to act sober will do that to a person. John looked at you as he led you to the balcony you would watch the show from, a knowing look crossing his face.Â
If he knew you were drunk, he spared you the embarrassment of pointing it out âHe really could.â John pushed back a curtain and signalled for you to walk through. The balcony was big, and there were plenty of people up there. Some were sitting on the sofas that were dotted along the back wall, others were leaning over the railing watching the concert. It had just started, and the noise was deafening as you walked in, the music was almost drowned out by the screams throughout the arena.Â
âIâll come back to get you at the endâ you nodded your appreciation and walked over to the railing, a couple of people smiled at you. You assumed they were all family and friends, and suddenly you felt incredibly out of your comfort zone. You focused on the show instead, ignoring the eyes that you could feel staring at the back of your head. You didnât blame them for being curious as to who you were, you just wished they would stop staring at you.Â
Twenty or so minutes later someone who obviously worked the bar brought over a tray of cocktails for everyone. Given your already tipsy state, you were inclined to pass on them, but then a sweet woman brought you one over. She was all wide smiles, sparkly eyes and gentle conversation. And soon enough you were downing another cocktail whilst she told you all about herself.Â
She was the wife of the drummer. They were high-school sweethearts and had a kid together. It was nice, she didnât pressure you to tell her exactly why you were there which you were grateful for. You werenât sure how to explain you were a one-time hook-up who was now here for⌠you still didnât know what you were here for. But you felt yourself relax as you finished the cocktail and you ended up enjoying yourself far more than you had anticipated, a smile was plastered across your face when the concert ended and John came up behind you, a gentle tap on the shoulder to get your attention.Â
âEddie asked me to take you straight out to the car, heâs already there,â John said as he held an arm out around you. You were drunker than you thought.Â
âWhy are we going to a car? Waitââ You turned around comically fast, John held back a laugh when you held your arm out to steady yourself âdid you tell Eddie I was⌠drunk?â you whispered the last word, for some reason.Â
You were so far gone it would have been funny any other time. Right now you wanted the floor to swallow you whole.Â
âI popped my head in halfway through and saw you down a cocktail. Considering I could smell vodka on you when you got here I made the safe assumption you wouldnât be sober.â your face dropped at his words and he noticed, âhey donât worry about it. Eddie is in no position to judge anyone for this, trust me, sweetheart.âÂ
You nodded and let him lead you to the car, the cold night air a welcome feeling on your warm skin. John opened the door for you and you looked in to see Eddie with a shit-eating grin on his face.Â
âOh no heâs gonna laugh at me Johnâ you sounded like a child who had been caught eating chocolate when they werenât supposed to. John couldnât help but find it endearing.Â
âYeah he might, but it will be out of loveâ you tilted your head at his words. âOut of loveâ was a saying, but the idea of Eddie loving you made your heart jump and your brain shut off.
John asked for your address, and when you questioned why exactly he needed to know that, he said Eddie was taking you home.Â
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âOkay youâre like Bambi on ice here sweetheart, give me your handâÂ
You had arrived at your apartment soon enough, the flickering city lights and the motion of the car enough to make your head spin. Eddie noticed and told you to rest your head on his shoulder. You did what he said, practically burying your face in his jacket to stop the dizziness from getting worse. Now you were attempting to make it up to your apartment, which was proving to be a much more difficult task than it should be. You had sobered up compared to earlier, but you were still tipsy and your balance was questionable at the best of times. You were still tipsy enough to be far more relaxed than you were expecting to be around Eddie.Â
Eddie held a hand out for you and you wrapped your fingers around his wrist, balancing yourself as you walked down the corridor. Â
âI am much more graceful than Bambi ever was,â you told Eddie, trying to search for your keys in your pockets as you stood outside your door.Â
âIf you say soâ Eddie laughed, it was a sweet laugh, one that filled your whole body with warmth and made you feel all gooey inside. Gooey was not a word that existed in your daily vocabulary, but apparently, it was when you were drunk.Â
âPlease tell me you have your keysââÂ
âI have them! These pockets are justâ oh! See, Iâve got them!âÂ
âYou sure doâ Eddie watched you as he kept a gentle arm around you, he wasnât touching you, he was just ready for you to go down at any minute.Â
You not-so-gracefully managed to get your keys in the door and swing it open, Eddie was hesitant, waiting outside your door as you swept your apartment, turning on the lamps and closing your curtains. âYou can come in, you knowâÂ
âI just wanted to make sure you got home safe, thatâs all.âÂ
âI thought you wanted to talk to me?â you asked him, had he changed his mind? You felt tears well at the back of your eyes and you silently cursed yourself.Â
âTomorrow. If you want to. Iâll give you my number, and you can call me when youâre not drunk, okay sweet?âÂ
âO-okay. '' he watched you search for something for a minute, and then you were signalling for him to come in. He did, shutting the door behind him and leaning against it, not wanting to overstep any boundaries.Â
âHere. Write your number down for me,â you told him as you held out the pad and paper. A smile spread across his face and you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.Â
âI could just put my number into your phone, sweetheart. I thought I was meant to be the old one here.âÂ
âShut up, itâs cute this way,â you whispered under your breath, but he clung to every word. You were different in your own home, Eddie thought. More relaxed, although that could be the alcohol. But no, the way that you walked around, comfort seeping into you as you relaxed back into your own space. The way you had slipped your shoes off instantly, your socks padding across the floor as you turned on the lights. It suited you, he thought.Â
Eddie nodded his head to the table in the corner, asking if he could lean against that to write his number for you, as you had insisted. You mouthed a âyeahâ at his request. He seemed to take in everything around him as he walked over to the table, looking at the decor you had lying around. You suddenly felt incredibly vulnerable.Â
He was in your home. This man was still arguably a stranger. But that pang of vulnerability was soon replaced with a feeling of contentness. Eddie suited domesticity. He fit right into your space, his style a contrast to your apartment, but it wasnât unwelcome.Â
You pulled your eyes away from Eddie long enough to try and grab yourself a drink of water. But as you leant your hands on the kitchen counter you placed your hand right on a knife you had left out earlier. In your drunken state, you attempted to pick it up and put it away, but you managed to grab the sharp edge. You pulled your hand back quickly, but there was still a cut on your palm, blood pooling around the injury.Â
âOh shit,â you hissed, pain evident in your voice.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â Eddie practically jumped out of the chair he had sat in, dropping the pen he was holding and making his way over to you.Â
âI picked up that knife,â you told him.Â
âWhatâ whyâ why did you do that?â Eddie asked you, with genuine confusion in his voice as he gently took your hand into his, looking at the damage you had done.Â
âWell I thought it would be fun toâ I obviously didnât do it on purpose!â you said defensively, but you were smiling at him despite the pain.Â
âYeah, okay.â Eddie hadnât heard any of what you had just said, you could tell by the flatness of his voice, âcome on, letâs get you sorted out.âÂ
You suddenly felt nervous, his hand on your sending heat rising throughout you. âNo, itâs okay. You go, I can just stick a bandaid on it. Itâs all good.âÂ
âI wonât be able to sleep tonight knowing I left a lady in distress.â Eddie joked, you couldnât help the blush that flooded your cheeks at his words, âbesides your hand could still fall off.â Eddie said in a dead-serious tone. One that made you burst out laughing.Â
âI think itâll be okay,â you said through breathy laughter.Â
âLet me take care of you and weâll know for certain,â Eddie said. You nodded and he asked you where your bathroom was. You stared at him for a second and then pointed to the only door in the apartment, besides the front one. Okay, so maybe he wasnât the smartest cookie in the jar. But that was okay.Â
Eddie led you to the bathroom and you sat down on the counter next to the sink, holding your hand out in front of you.Â
âDo you have a first-aid kit?â Eddie asked you gently.Â
âIn the cupboard below the sink,â you told him, moving your legs to the side so he could get to it.Â
Eddie bent down and grabbed it off the shelf. He stood back up and placed it next to you, opening it and grabbing out what he needed. You moved your legs so Eddie could stand between them. He picked up your hand and looked at it once more before he gently cleaned it. You watched his hands the whole time, the way he was so soft with you, whispering out little apologies when you whispered out a complaint once that it hurt.Â
Eddie wrapped a dressing around your hand, you asked if it was too much but he said the cut was deeper than you realised. So you simply nodded and watched his hands wrap around yours. Once he had secured the dressing he looked up at you, breathing a âdoneâ and holding your hand in his.
You meant to say thank you, but that wasnât what came out âYouâre really pretty.âÂ
Eddie smirked and dropped his head, you could tell he was trying not to laugh at your brutal honesty. âSo are you angel.âÂ
A sickly-sweet smile crossed both of your faces. You wanted to kiss him.Â
You should kiss him.Â
You moved your head ever so slightly, but Eddie caught on to what you were doing and brought his spare hand up to rest on your cheek, a sweet movement but one that was intended to stop you from doing what you were about to.Â
âYouâre drunk.âÂ
âIâm tipsy,â you insisted.Â
âIâm not gonna kiss you. Not tonight, sweetheart.â You pouted at his words. A childish move and quite frankly it confirmed to him that you were far from sober.Â
âWhen I kiss you again, I want you to remember it.â you couldnât pull your eyes away from his. His hand on your face, and his voice and his eyes and it was all-consuming.Â
âCome on, get into bed,â you smirked and he swore every time you smiled at him you took a little piece of his heart with you. âBy yourself, smartass. Get into bed by yourself.âÂ
âMy makeup,â you told him. It was barely a full sentence but it was the best you could do when he was standing so close to you.Â
âYeah, I like it.â He said. He rubbed his thumb under your eye and you held back a laugh.Â
âNoâ I canât go to sleep in my makeup.â you clarified. He sighed out an âohâ and then dipped back down to open the cupboard below the sink. You werenât sure what he was doing, but then he came back up with makeup remover and a washcloth. A smile that tugged on his star-filled eyes flooded his face.Â
Your heart broke for him all over again but for a different reason this time. Â
âClose your eyes, angel. Donât wanna blind you.âÂ
You did as he said, slowly closing your eyes after you saw him tip some of the water onto the cloth. He was incredibly gentle with you, barely applying enough pressure to remove the makeup, but you didnât tell him that.Â
After a minute or so you felt his hand leave your face and you hesitantly opened your eyes. He smiled at you and tilted his head, taking you in.Â
âYouâre beautiful.âÂ
âShut up old man.â you let out an obnoxiously loud laugh. In your defence, in your current state, that was the height of comedy.Â
âOh wow. You have a talent for running perfect moments donât you doll.âÂ
âIâm sorry. Youâre not oldâ You told him, moving to get down off the counter and make your way into bed, âYouâre middle-agedâÂ
Eddie huffed out a laugh as he followed you, âIâll take it.â He sighed, you couldnât see but his eyes were full of love as he watched you get into bed. You hadnât bothered to change into pyjamas. That felt⌠too much. You were drunk enough that you could easily fall asleep in your clothes.Â
âDo you need to lock the door after me,â Eddie asked quietly.Â
âThe door locks automatically, as soon as you shut it. Iâve been locked out too many times to count,â you told him, your voice muffled by the pillow your head was smushed against.Â
âOkay.â Eddie ran a hand through your hair that fell around your face. âIâm gonna go, angel.âÂ
You were too tired to verbally respond anymore, sleep had quickly taken over when your body hit the mattress. You heard Eddie move around, but didnât lift your head to see what he was doing. And then you heard the door open and shut.Â
Your eyes shut to the sound of his walking down the corridor.Â
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When you woke up the next morning your first thought was of Eddie.Â
And that was how you knew you were officially fucked.Â
You sat up and a glass of water on your bedside table caught your eye. You didnât remember putting it there but you gratefully leaned over and picked it up, taking small sips as you assessed how bad your hangover was.Â
It wasnât. That was your saving grace. You were still young enough to avoid bad hangovers; you had a slight headache and the sunlight seemed slightly too bright. But it was nothing a couple of painkillers wouldnât sort out. Sitting up fully you swung your legs out of the bed, feet hitting the floor with a dull thud.Â
You put the now-empty glass back down and a piece of paper grabbed your attention. Picking it up you saw a number written down. And an â-Eâ next to it.Â
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Eddie got back to the hotel to find John waiting outside his room.Â
âItâs creepy to stalk people, you know?â Eddie announced as he pulled out the card to open the door.Â
John ignored him, âHow was the girl?â heasked, tiredness seeping from him.Â
âYou know her name, whatâs with calling her âthe girlâ all the time?â Eddie asked as he stepped inside.Â
âI like it. Makes it sound more mysterious.â John said as he leaned in the doorway, watching Eddie make his way down the hallway and into the bedroom.Â
âSheâs passed out in bed,â Eddie shouted loud enough for John to hear him.Â
âGood. The poor girlâs gonna have a hell of a morning.âÂ
âSheâs young, sheâll be fine,â Eddie said, coming back out from the bedroom and leaning against the wall.Â
âRight. And you? Youâll be fine too?â John asked sincerely.Â
âIf you let me get some damn sleep Iâll be great.â John nodded and pushed himself off the door frame, pulling the door shut behind him.Â
Eddie didnât sleep much that night. He tossed and turned until the early hours of the morning, finally falling asleep when his body physically couldnât stay awake any longer.Â
He was thinking about you. He couldn't stop thinking about you.Â
Which is why when his phone rang halfway through the morning, he jumped off the couch and practically lunged for his phone that was sitting on the coffee table in front of him.Â
âHello?â Eddieâs voice was loud against the quietness on the other end of the phone, for a minute he worried it wasnât you calling. His chest suddenly felt heavy, but thenâÂ
âHi. Itâs me.â You.Â
Your voice rang through his head and he would never admit to anyone that a smile graced his face at the sound.Â
âHow are you?â Eddie asked, he swore you could hear his smile in his voice.Â
âIâm alive.â you said, laughter bubbling up, âNo, Iâm okay actually.âÂ
âEnjoy it, you wonât be young forever, doll,â Eddie told you as he fidgeted in his seat.Â
âYeahâ yeah I know.â something deeper seeped into your voice, a seriousness coming through your words. âCan we talk? I know you wanted to last night, and Iâm so so sorry, Iâm so embarrassed that IââÂ
âYouâre all good, sweetheart,â Eddie responded and he heard you breathe a sigh of relief.Â
âDo you want to come over? I can send a car for you, come and pick you up?â Eddie asked, holding his breath as he waited for an answer.Â
âNo I can just get a taxi, itâs okay.â Eddie already knew better than to argue with you, so he didnât. âWhere are you? Some fancy hotel for rich people Iâm guessing?âÂ
Eddie chuckled, he liked it when you made fun of him, because he could always hear the adoration in your voice as you did, âyeah Iâm at uhâ the same hotel I was last time.âÂ
âAh, yeah okay. So itâs okay for me to come over, youâre not busy?â You asked sweetly, nerves peeking their head.Â
âNo. Never.â Eddie told you.Â
Eddie told you the floor and room number before you hung up.Â
Shit. Okay.Â
He made a promise to himself that he wouldnât fuck this up again.Â
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The drive to the hotel was the longest you had ever experienced. Every emotion was running through your body as you rode the elevator to Eddieâs floor. Your leg bounced underneath you repeatedly as you fiddled with the ring on your middle finger. Eventually, the doors opened and you stepped out, smiling at a couple as they walked past you.Â
You checked the number on each door until you reached the one Eddie had told you was his.Â
You could still turn around.Â
No.Â
You were already knocking on the door. And you heard someone move around through the door. You realised you were scratching your hands and quickly dropped them to your sides before the door opened, and you saw Eddie standing there.Â
He looked like he always did. Messy hair framed his face. Freckles dotted his nose and under his eyes.Â
âHey, sweetheart.â Eddieâs voice alone could convince you to do anything he asked of you, it was one of those voices that managed to seep into your veins and completely engulf you.Â
âHey,â you responded, feeling that calm overtake you. The same calm and safety you felt whenever he looked at you, âCan I come in?â you asked when he didnât say anything.Â
He was taking you in. He was also going over everything he wanted to say to you. He was terrified. Truly.Â
âYeahâ shit, yeah of course,â Eddie uttered, moving to the side to allow you to walk in.Â
It wasnât the same suite as last time. This floor was higher up, but it was almost identical. The same layout, the same rooms, the same corridor he had left you standing in.Â
You walked in and made your way to where you knew the living room was, the same decadence overwhelmed you, and you had to take a minute to get used to it again. Eddie followed a couple of steps behind you - the air was thick with tension, neither of you entirely sure of what the other was about to say or do.Â
You turned to look at Eddie and inclined your head towards the couch, asking if it was okay for you to sit down. He nodded and you both sat yourselves down on either ends of the couch, enough space between the two of you for another person to fit there.Â
The TV played silently, a movie playing that you didnât recognise. The floor-to-ceieling windows that covered the wall to the side of you let sunlight drown the room in a warm golden glow.Â
âIââ
âDo you-âÂ
You both cut yourselves off as you spoke over one another. It could have been an awkward moment, but the feeling faded into something sweeter. A tender moment that showed each other just how nervous you both were. For some reason, knowing Eddie was just as nervous as you were made you feel better.Â
âSorry, I justâ I had some⌠stuff I wanted to to tell you, say to you.â Eddie told you, watching your face ccarefully. âIf thatâs okay.âÂ
âYeah, yeah thatâs fine. Iâm sorry, go ahead.â You settled back into the couch, lifting your legs and crossing them as you turned to face Eddie.Â
âOkay Iâm not promising Iâm very good at articulating myself, or fuckinâ whatever, so youâre gonna have to give me a minute.â Eddie said, his voice shaky.Â
âThatâs okay.â you told him, your voice soft and bareilly above a whisper. His eyes had glazed over with something like fear, you wanted to lean across and rest a comforting hand on his, but you didnât. Not yet.Â
âThat morning, when I left youââ you tensed up as the memory flooded back, Eddie noticed it too but carried on, âI have regretted that every day since then. Iâve done some really fucking stupid things, maybe one day I can tell you all of them, but that? Leaving you? That is the worst thing I have ever done.âÂ
Eddieâs breath caught in his throat and he coughed before carrying on talking, giving himself a minute to gather himself.Â
âI thought I would move on. Forget about youâ and I know, that makes me sound like a complete asshole, but Iâm tryna be honest here. I wanted to forget about you. I needed to. Because the way I felt when I looked at you, scared me so much I didnât know what to do.âÂ
The emotions you were both feeling were palpable in the comforting silence of the room. You didnât try and interject, letting Eddie talk. You had never heard his voice sound so genuine. Almost like every other time he had spoken he had been putting on a mask, pretending to be someone else- pretending to be the rockstar everyone so desperately wanted him to be. You liked this version of him a lot more.Â
âWhen I was a kid myââ he paused for a minute, unintentional, as if he wanted to speak but he couldnât form the words for a second, âmy mom used to tell me that when you meet someone who makes you feel so happy it terrifies you, you should hold onto them.âÂ
âBecause thatâs when you know its real. She told me you couldnât love someone without being scared to death at the same time. Because loving somsone? Fuck, itâs a big feeling, you know?â You laughed gently at that, for someone who famously wrote his own music he really did have an interesting choice of words, but you found it endearing.Â
âIt takes over every part of you and when she would tell me that, I thought she was lying, or something. Because if falling in love was so terrifying I didnât understand why people would do it.â Eddie was moving his hands as he spoke, punctuating every word with a gentle movement. âAnd then I never felt that way, towards anyone. In forty years I never looked at someone and felt the world fall out from beneath my feet. And I was glad I didnât, because I didnât want to hurt that person.âÂ
Your eyebrows scrunched together in confusion, your moth dropping open slightly to ask him what he meant. But then he was talking again, and you settled back into listening.Â
âSweetheart I am not here to try and emotionally blackmail you into staying, or being with me, or anything, okay?â Eddieâs voice went more serious, his eyes staring into yours in a way that made you think he could see right through you and read every thought that was running through your mind.Â
âAnd Iâm not going to sit here and tell you some cliche sob story about how I had a shitty childhood and it fucked me up or anything.â You hadnât realised it but you had moved closer to Eddie, your knees grazing each others as you listened to him talk.Â
âI did have a crappy childhood- I mean it wasnât the worst, by any means but it wasnât an all-American family with a white picket fence, you know? My dad was- my dad was the worst man Iâve ever met in my life, he treated my mom like a fucking piece of shit and I hated him for it. I listened to them fight, argue, I would leave my bedroom door open so I could hear if I needed to go and help my mom.âÂ
You felt tears well in your eyes as he spoke. He was being completely honest with you. You could tell. This wasnât easy for him to talk about.Â
He had never spoken about this.Â
âHeâd hit her, do other things too but I remember when he would hit her. I remember the noise it would make. I would try and grab his arm but he would just swing back at me and throw me against the nearest wallâ and I was a skinny kid you know? Fuck there was nothing of me, so I had no chance against him.âÂ
Eddie seemed to quickly realise how much he had just said, what he had admitted to you and his face dropped. âFuck Iâ I only told you that because one day, after my mom had left, and we were fighting he told me thatâ he told me that I was just like him.âÂ
âHe said when he looked at me, he saw himself. Which I didnât understand at first, because I was the spitting image of my mom. Hair, the eyes, everything. But then he laughed and told me that one day Iâd realise it too, that I was gonna be exactly like him, whether I wanted to or not.â Eddie shifted his body weight on the couch, moving his hand to rest over the back of it.Â
âSo that day I promised myself I would never fall in love with someone, because I would never put someone through what he put me and my mom through.â Eddie wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, he wasnât crying but he obviously worried he was about to.Â
When he didnât carry on talking you said, âEddie can I say something?â he nodded and you moved your hand to rest it on his knee that was next to yours, his eyes followed your hand movement and then flicked back up to yours when he realised what you were doing.Â
âYou just sat and told me that youâre biggest fear is turning into your dad, right?â Eddie nodded slowly, waiting to see what you were going to say. âBut the fact that you just told me that? That means you are nothing like him.âÂ
Eddie swallowed a lum in his throat, âI donât want to hurt you, in any way. But what if thereâs something inside me that is just bad.âÂ
âWhat if thereâs something inside of you that is just desperate to love and be loved?âÂ
Eddie moved his hand to rest over yours, and you interlaced your fingers together.Â
âThereâs more I want to tell you, but I canât right now, Iâm just not ready but I will, soon. And I will spend every minute of every day aplogizing for leaving you, for being an asshole to you at the diner, for everything. I promise you IââÂ
âEddie, I know you will.â you truly did know that.Â
âOkay.â his voice come out soft, gratefulness tinging his voice as he realised you genuinely meant it. And then an understanding flicked between the two of you.Â
You two were far from perfect. This situation was far from a fairytale. And maybe to everyone else you would seem crazy for what you were about to do. But you didnât care. Because when you looked at Eddie you felt the most terrified you have ever felt in your life, because you knew you wanted to see his face every day for the rest of your life.
Eddie knew that too. He knew there was no other option anymore. He had to wake up next to you every morning, he had to fall asleep next to you every night, and there was no other choice expect that.Â
âCan you kiss me now?â you asked, a smile tugging on your lips and lighting your eyes up in a way that had Eddie falling head over heels all over again.Â
âYeahâ yeah, sweetheart. Come here,â Eddie leaned forward at the same time you did and cupped your face in both of his hands, you titled your head to the side and then all of the planets aligned and nothing else mattered except the press of his lips against yours.Â
The kiss started off slow, sweet and deep like you were both trying to saviour this moment for as long as possible. Eddieâs lips moved gently against your own and you reached up to take one of his hands that was cupping your face, and interlace your fingers together.Â
His lips were soft and you felt like you were floating on a sun-kissed cloud everytime he guided your head to the side, allowing him to kiss you harder, deeper. Soon enough that feeling built up inside you again and you took a leap of faith; opening your mouth and letting your tongue run softly over Eddieâs bottom lip, a desperate plead for more.Â
Eddie pulled back, you leaned forward trying to chase his lips, and he couldnât help the love that consumed him at the look of serenity that painted your face. You didnât want to be away from him for even a second. And neither did he, but he didnât want to ruin this, or seem like he only wanted one thing.
âSweetheartâ we donât have to.â Eddie told you gently, his hand caressing your face and his thumb rubbing small circles into your skin. Â
âYou donât want to?â You asked, if he didnât want to you would stop, of course you would.Â
âNo! I mean no, yesâ I do want to, fuck of course I do. I just donât want you to think-âÂ
âI donât think that Eddie, I promise.â you cut him off before he could finish speaking, already knowing what he was about to say, the worry that flashed across his face told you everything you needed to know. A sickly-sweet smile spread across his face before he leaned back in to kiss you. Your lips moving against each others in perfect harmony, like this was what you were meant to do all your life.Â
Eddie let his tongue run over your bottom lip, you let him deepen the kiss and your tongues met in a cataclysmic way, both of you desperate to taste each other. The kiss was fast and slow, deep and soft, it was everything you had been craving for the past seven months- even when you hated him, you couldnât forget the way his lips had felt on yours.Â
You could have been making out for five minutes or five hours, time had no meaning when you were with Eddie, it was all him and nothing else. But then you felt him push you back slightly, he relucatlanly pulled away from you, his lips still grazing yours as he told you to lie down.Â
You did as he asked you to, clumsily manouvering your body until you were lay flat against the soft couch cushions, Eddie moving to lie on top of you. One of his hands rested on your waist, his fingers grazing the tiny slip of skin that was showing where your jumper had raised up. He rested his weight on his forearm next to your head, carefully moving your hair out of the way before he did so.Â
You breathed him in as he lowered his mouth to your jaw, planting gentle kisses over your face. His hair fell around both of you, and if kissing Eddie felt like heaven then you didnât have the vocolabury to describe what it felt like to be underneath him, completely consumed by everything that was so undeniably Eddie.Â
His curly hair, his soft lips, the little sighs he let out when he kissed a new spot on your body, the way his ring-clad fingers graze your skin. It was as close to a religious experience that you would ever get.Â
Eddie trailed kisses down your across your jaw and down your neck, you lent your head back further, giving him more room and you felt his lips turn up into a smile against your skin.Â
Your hand raised to rest in Eddieâs hair as he kissed your neck, instantly finding your sweet spot again, as if no time had passed and every sound you had made and reacted to his every touch came flooding back to him as he tasted your skin.Â
He was determined be soft with you. Take things slow and savour every moment. You were too, but then Eddie gently grazed your sweet spot with his teeth and you found yourself pushing his head further into his neck, desperate for his touch.Â
Eddie listened to you, the hand on the back of his head told him everything he needed to know. He gently sucked a lovebite over your pulse point; the breathy moans that fell from your mouth were music to him, he would do whatever it took to hear those noises for the rest of his life.Â
Eddie continued to mouth at your neck until he needed to kiss you again. He lifted his head from your neck only to be met your heavy eyelids, mouth slightly parted and a look of complete comfort on your face. He held your chin between his thumb and forefinger, moving your head back up to him. Your noses touching before he connected your lips, and you kissed like the world was ending tomorrow.Â
This was perfect, but you needed more. You felt that familiar aching start to grow within you and you languidly moved one of your legs to wrap around Eddieâs waist, pulling him flush against you.Â
Your movement caused Eddie to falter in his kissing you, for just a second. And then he had his hand on your jean-clad thigh and he was carefully grinding his hips down into yours. Determined to keep the soft atmosphere you were both bathing in. You panted into each otherâs mouths, neither of you kissing anymore, your lips only moving against each other because of the gentle movement of Eddie rocking against you.Â
Neither of you said anything, you didnât need to. Your soft pants and whimpers filling the soothing silence in the room. Both of you perfectly content to just take each other in, feel each otherâs bodies move against each other, without any rush for more.Â
You lasted like that for a while. Sweet kisses shared between the two of you. And then Eddie made one move with his hips that had you moaning louder than you had before, and suddenly it wasnât enough.Â
âEddie,â you managed to breathe out.Â
âYeah, angel?â Eddie asked you, his own voice sounding fucked out already.Â
âNeed more,â Eddie pressed a kiss to your lips in response, he would give you whatever you needed.Â
âYeah? tell me sweetheart, Iâll give you whatever you need, you just need to tell me.â Eddieâs soft voice settled over you and tightened your grip on him, grounding yourself. Trying to remind you that was real. This was really happening. Eddie made you feel so safe that you didnât feel any embarrassment in telling him what you needed.Â
âI need- fuck, need your fingers, please.â Eddie whispered an okay and managed to slip his hands between your bodies, sitting up to undo the buttons on your jeans, his hands were shaking slightly. Yours were too.Â
âCan you just lift yourââ you did what he asked before he got the question out. Somehow, despite him lying over you, he managed to take your jeans and underwear off. You both laughed quietly when it became slightly awkward, both of you moving around as you needed to. Soon enough he had your jeans placed on the floor next to you.Â
Eddie placed kisses along the top of your thigh, moving up to kiss over your waist and stomach, gently pushing up your jumper once you signalled it was okay for him to do that. He already had your pants off, and yet he wouldnât even lift your top up without getting your permission again.Â
Eddie was kissing every square inch of your body, his plump lips leaving sparks everywhere he touched you. As content as you were to bask in the affection, you really needed him to touch you.Â
You tapped his shoulder and pulled him up to you, moving him where you wanted him, exposing his neck so you could kiss it. He let you, tilting his head to side and letting small breathless whines fall from his lips as yours caressed his neck.Â
You felt his hand slip between your bodies again and then his fingers fell to between your legs and he ran them through your slit, gathering the wetness he found there and moving them up to your clit.Â
âFuck doll, youâre so wet, so fuckinâ perfect for me.â Eddie was breathless just from feeling how needy you were for him. He already knew he would never get over the affect he had on you.Â
You moaned out in response and Eddie circled your clit. His fingers sedning sparks through your body, âOh godâ Eddieâ.
âI know, I know. Itâs okay, let it out. Let me hear you.â Eddie cooed at you, applying slightly more pressure and just barely speeding up, and when your back arched off the sofa he smiled, knowing heâd found the perfect way to touch you.Â
Eddie dipped down to kiss you, and you pulled him closer to you. You werneât sure you would ever be close enough to him. He kissed you as his hand worked you to your breaking point, he swallowed your soft whimpers and moans, letting out little shh shh shhâs and comforting praise when you got too worked up.Â
âFuck oh my godâ inside me, please Eds,â The nickname broke his heart and he kissed your forehead before dipping his two fingers down to press them gently inside you.Â
The stretch of his two fingers was definitely there, but it was clouded by the pleasure that spread through your body, and the relief of him touching you the way you needed.Â
âYouâre okay, sweets?â Eddie asked when he saw your eyebrows scrunched together, eyes closed. But then you moaned and nodded your head with such certainty it would have been comedic if he wasnât so completely enamoured by the way you were falling apart underneath him.Â
He slowly started moving his fingers in you, your wetness making it feel even better. Eddie was barely even pulling them out of you, instead he rocked them gently inside you, and when he curled his fingers upwards you swear you died for a second. Your eyes screwed shut and your mouth dropping open in a soundless moan.Â
You were so despeate you knew from the start you wouldnât last long, but he had barely been going for two minutes and you felt that knot get tighter in your stomach and you knew you were so close to being thrown over the edge.Â
Eddie felt you get tighter around his fingers and he was grinding his hips down into your thigh without even realising he was doing it. Feeling his hips move against you was all you needed to send you to your breaking point, Eddie noticed instantly in the way your breath hitched.Â
âAre you gonna come for me, sweetheart?â you nodded as he kissed your cheek, your nose, the side of your mouth; anywhere he could reach. âYou can come angel, come on. Just let go for me, Iâve got you. Need to feel you come all over my fingers for meâÂ
His words sent you over the edge and you barely even recognised the sounds you let out, your ears were ringing and you were sure your vision blacked out for a second. Eddie never let up, working you through your orgasm, drawing it out for as long as possible, letting you ride it until it got to be too much.Â
When it did, your hand flew down to his hand, grabbing his wrist to stop his movements. Eddie carefully pulled his fingers out of you and your eyes went wide with need when he raised them to his mouth, cleaning your arousal off of them and dipping down to kiss you.Â
The taste of yourself on his tongue was all-consuming. Eddie moaned against you and you pushed your hand between you to feel his cock through his pants. His hips stuttered and he swore under his breath.
âFuck sweetheart, keep doing that.â Eddie practically begged you, and who were you to say no to such a pretty man begging you to touch him?Â
You kept plaming him over his pants, he was moaning into his neck and when you undid his zipper to slip your hand underneath he almost bit down on the skin he was sucking on to stop himself from distrubing the rest of the hotel with the sounds that were falling from his mouth.Â
âShit, okayâ I need to be inside you, angel. Is that okay?â Eddie asked, his eyes clouded with arousal and his skin flushed.Â
You nodded and shorty after Eddie was pulling you up from your position on the couch. Eddie stood up and held his hand out for you. You took it and he led you to the bedroom across the hallway. Time slowed down as he delicately placed his hands on you hips and pulled you against him, kissing you as he placed his hand behind your head and lay you down onto the bed, climbing to rest on top of you.Â
You kissed him until you felt him tense against you. You bit back a laugh at how desperate he was, he didnât want to rush you, of course. But he was certain if he didnât get inside you in the next two minutes he was going to go insane. He needed to feel you around him.Â
You pushed Eddieâs shoulder and he pulled away from you to see what you were doing.Â
âFuck me, Eddie.â you said breathlessly.Â
Eddie didnât need to be asked twice.Â
He backed off you to throw off his trousers and top and grab a condom. You watched him intensely and felt the wetness cover your thighs at the sight of him.Â
You had almost forgotten how perfect he was. Almost.Â
He moved back over you, kissing you as he wrapped your legs around his waist loosely. He guided himself into you, rubbing himself over your clit a couple of times until you were whimpering for him to please fuck you.Â
He remembered the last time. How it took you a second to adjust to him. He was gentle as he pushed unto you a few inches. He stold your breath from you for a second, the stretch not feeling as painful as last time, instead you were already begging for more. Moving your hips to get him deeper.Â
Eddie smiled and carried on pushing into you. Watching your face for any sign that you were uncomfortable, but it never came. Soft whimpers and moans fell from your lips and your legs tightened around him as he bottomed out inside you.Â
It felt so right. Nothing felt as right as Eddie being inside you.Â
âFuck, good girlâ taking me so fucking well.â Eddie praised you as he began to move inside you, pulling out almost all the way and then back into you.Â
He found the perfect rhythm. One that had you both whispering soft praises into each others mouths and had your nails digging into his back. His forearms were back on either side of his head as held his body weigh off of you.Â
But when you whimpered out in protest at the small piece of space left between you he lowered himself, his chest flush against yours and his head buried in your neck.Â
His ring-clad fingers held onto your thigh around his waist- despite the gentleness, you were sure you would have marks there afterwards.Â
Eddie normally lasted a while, but being inside of you sent him flying towards his release ridiculously fast. He mouthed at your neck and when he hit that sweet-spot inside you, you let out a moan that could have made Eddie come there and then.Â
âFuck baby, you feel so goodâ oh god,â his voice was muffled against your neck, never stopping pressing kisses into your skin.Â
âYou feel so good too, fuck Eddie.âÂ
Eddie wanted you to come again before him, he pushed one of your legs up, holding it against you and the change in position had you clawing at his back and pulling his head up so you could kiss him.Â
You could tell Eddie was close by the whimpers he was letting out, his head dropping to rest against yours and you could hear him right in your ear, sending your eyes rolling back into your head.Â
âFuck I want you to come for me, Eddie,â you whispered against his hair.Â
He pulled up to look at you, he looked completely fucked out and you wondered how he hadnât come already.Â
âWant you to come first, angel, okay?â Eddie asked you, desperation seeping through his words.Â
âNo, no itâs okay. Please I want you to come. I need you to come for me, please babyââÂ
Eddie mewled and you pulled him down into a fiery kiss, the gentleness that had permeated everything you had done before suddenly disappearing.Â
âJesus sweethear, you;re gonna kill me, oh fuckââÂ
Eddie groaned and you felt his hips stutter against yours as he came. You ran your fingers through his hair as he came. His grip on your thigh loosening and your leg dropping back against the mattress when his whole body went limp.Â
If he wasnât already flush against you he would have collapsed.Â
You both breathed heavily as he came down from his high. You donât know how long you lay there for, but Eddie slid his arm underneath your back and pulled you impossibly tighter against you as his head found its place back in your neck.Â
You were glad he was so fucked out, because you didnât want him to pull out yet. You loved the feeling of him inside you.Â
âSweetheart?â Eddie said into your neck.Â
You ran your nails along his scalp, humming in answer to his question, telling him you were listening.Â
âThank you, fuck youâre. Iââ Eddie stopped himself when he looked at you.Â
But you knew what he wanted to say. He just couldnât yet. You understood.Â
âI know. I know, Eddie.â You comforted him and he kissed you, his tongue running over your lips and you stayed like that for a while. Soft, deep kisses shared as you both came to terms with what had just happened. What it meant.Â
Soon Eddie moved off of you, pulling out gently and tidying himself up. You expected him to come back with a warm washcloth to clean you up to. But when he walked back into the room he pulled you to the end of the bed and knelt down in front of you, pulling your legs over his shoulders.Â
âEddie, whatââÂ
âYou didnât come, sweetheart. That just wonât work.â Eddie said before he ran his tongue over your sensitive cunt and your hands dived into his hair and your back arched off the bed and the whole world seemed to go quiet again.Â
His tongue ran through your slit, alternating between sucking on your clit and dipping his tonuge inside you. You mewled and whimpered and he held his arm over your waist to keep your body pressed to the mattress. But leaving you enough space to grind your hips into his face, he mewled and pulled back to tell you how good you were being for him, that he wanted you to use him until you were seeing stars.Â
You didnât last long after that. Your hand covered his that held your waist down and you threw your hea back, letting your hips mvoe against him and not hiding the moans that fell from your half-open mouth.Â
âOh fuck me, Eddieâ Iâm gonnaââÂ
âI know, come on angel, come for me.âÂ
That was all it took for you to go over the edge for the second time. Eddie worked you through your orgasm again, only moving his mouth away from you when you were physically pulling back from the overstimualtion.Â
When you opened your eyes, as you felt the mattress dip around you, you saw Eddie. His star-flecked eyes looking at yours and you held him against you.Â
No one else could ever make you feel the way he could.Â
And no one else could make him feel the way you did.Â
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You and Eddie spent the rest of the day in bed together. Limbs tangled and your head resting on his chest. His arms wrapped around you as he softly scratched your back whilst you talked about anything and everything.Â
It didnât matter what you were talking about, it just mattered that you two were together.Â
You had sex a few more times that day, each time taking your breath away just like the first time. It was all slow and intended to show the other just how much you meaned to each other.Â
You fell asleep that night completely exhausted. You wrapped yourself around Eddie and he felt sure this was how he would fall asleep for the rest of his life.Â
You werenât perfect. Neither of you were. But you didnât want each other to be perfect- you just wanted you to be yourselves. And you were.Â
There was a lot to figure out, Too many things you had to discuss and learn about each other. But for now, this was enough.Â
And when you woke up the next morning, the sunlight hitting your faces from forgetting to shut the curtains, you only pulled the comforter over both do your heads.Â
Eddie stirred awake and pulled you tighter against him, his arms wrapped around you and you settled back against him, your face in his neck as he rubbed his hands up and down your back, lulling you back to sleep.
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