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Mary On a Cross | Eddie x Cheerleader!Reader

A/n: this is my first story/smut so don’t make fun of me

Summary: Eddie gets insecure about you dating him so you show him how much you love him by giving him he4d.

Contains: angst, smut, mentions of dr*gs and a!cohol, m receiving (Eddie), mommy k!nk, and swearing

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“Okay what the fuck is going on?!” You yelled as you busted the door open to Eddie’s Trailer home. Eddie slightly flinched at the loud noise but ignored your outburst and got off the couch to grab another beer.

You stopped him and put your hands on his chest as you tried to meet his eyes with yours.

“Eddie look at me.” You ordered. Eddie denied and tried to walk past you but you moved quickly to stop him again.

“Fucking move, y/n.”

“Not unless you fucking tell me what the fuck is going on!” You yelled.

“No!” He yelled making your face drop instantly. Eddie has never yelled at you. Even when you two were enemies.

He was acting weird for the past 3 days and it drove you crazy. At school he avoided you, he didn’t answer any of your calls, he even canceled on one of your date nights. It was breaking your heart.

So you told yourself that you’ve had enough and that you were gonna talk to him about it. So after cheer practice you drove over to Eddie’s house. Not even changing your clothes.

“No?” You repeated. Eddie looked away from you and finally made it to his fridge and grabbed a beer. He popped it open and took a sip from it. You just stared at him as he drank from the beer bottle. Your eyes started to water but no tears fell.

“Eddie…”

“God y/n I don’t wanna talk!” Eddie yelled again but this time you weren’t gonna keep quiet. You never do. And that’s one of the things Eddie loves about you.

“But I do! I want to talk because you have been avoiding me for three fucking days and I just want to hear straight up that you don’t love me anymore!” Your voice cracked as you yelled. You looked up to finally meet Eddie’s eyes again. He looked heart broken at your words. He wanted to tell you what happen but he’s way too stubborn and prideful for that.

“I’m not good for you!” He yelled. Your eyebrows furrowed as you were confused by what he said.

“What? Where did that come from?-“

“Oh don’t play fucking dumb with me. You know damn well I’m not! Your head of the cheer team, perfect grades, everyone loves you, and your have an amazing family that’s not so fond of me! So why the fuck are you even with me?!” He argued.

“Because I love you!” You yelled back.

“Bullshit!” He slammed his hand on the counter making you flinch. You’ve never seen Eddie like this and it was scary. But you know he’ll never land a hand on you.

“Leave.” Eddie mumbled but you heard what he said loud and clear.

“What?”

“I said LEAVE!” He yelled even louder. Finally tears slipped down your cheeks. You forcefully grabbed your bag and walked out, slamming the door behind you.

Eddie watched as you walked away. He pushed you away. Something that he does to everyone. But he did this for your own good. He went to bed and eventually cried his eyes out.

The next day you walked around school all numb. You didn’t know what to feel. Everything around you was quiet and blurred. You saw Chrissy and she greeted you with a huge smile but it faded away when she saw how visibly upset you were.

You usually come to school all dressed up and pretty but today you didn’t.

“What happened?” She asked while rubbing your shoulder. You felt tears well up so you looked up to suck them back in.

“Me and Eddie fought yesterday. He was upset over something but he didn’t tell me. And he also told me that he wasn’t good enough for me? It was all so confusing that I just up and left his place and went home” You told her making her hug you tight. You didn’t even notice that someone behind you overheard your conversation.

School has passed and you were in the library studying for the test you have at the end of the week.

While you were writing down your notes, you heard someone pull the chair out that was in front of you and sat in it.

You looked up to see Dustin Henderson. A former freshman that’s in the same d&d club as Eddie.

“Hi Dustin” you said softly and smiled at the boy.

“Hey y/n. How are you?” He asks. You frowned, confused at his sudden concern.

“Good…? I guess. What do you want Henderson?” You asked, followed by a giggle.

“I overheard your conversation with Chrissy about…you and Eddie” he said. You sighed and started to pack your things to avoid the conversation but Dustin stopped you.

“I might know why he was acting like that..” Dustin said making you freeze.

“What..?”

“It was Jason. We were all hanging out outside of the school after a campaign until Jason came up to Eddie and started talking lot of of shit to him. Jason was saying stuff like “your no good for y/n” “she doesn’t love you” “compare your life and hers and realize that you two aren’t good together” and more shit until Eddie finally punched him in the face. Jason was about to strike back until we pulled those two away. So I think Jason got to him and Eddie didn’t admit it” Dustin explained.

You sunk in your seat as you tried to process the information you were just told.

Dustin gave your hand a pat before leaving you alone in the library. Now that you understand everything, you were not gonna waste time to fix your relationship.

You packed your stuff and made it to Eddie’s house.

You knocked on the door and there he was, the love of your life in a lank top that fitted his lean but build body and red plaid pajama pants. The same ones you have since you bought a pack for the both of you for Christmas. He was smoking a cigarette.

“What do you want y/n” he sighed and walked away. You followed him and closed the door.

“We need to talk.”

“No we don’t-“

“I know about what Jason said to you” you admitted making Eddie look at you. You can tell he was hurt. You knew that it was killing him that he was treating you this way.

“I don’t know what your talking about” he mumbled and went to the couch. He smoked the cigarette more until you pulled it out of his mouth and put it out on the ash tray.

“What the fuck-“ you cut him off by smashing your lips on his. Eddies body relaxed the second he felt your sweet lips on his. You can tell that he missed your touch. He pulled away from you and looked at you with his big brown puppy dog eyes.

“Wait y/n-“

“I get why you acted that way. Jason got to you and you didn’t want to admit it but you know damn well I’m not gonna let anyone let alone Jason to ruin the best thing in my life! I was not gonna lose you over something he said. I love you just the way you are and that thing you said, that you’re not good enough for me? That’s so not true. You are the first boy that has treated me like a princess. And my family does not hate you. They all love you. I love you. So please, when your feeling insecure, think of how much I love you.” You said and kissed him again.

You felt his hand on your waist as he desperately squeezed it. He was desperate for your touch. He missed it. He haven’t touched, talked, or even seen you for 4 days. It drove him insane.

You straddled his lap and deepened the kiss. You poked your tongue at his bottom lip. He didn’t open his mouth fast enough so you rolled your hips on his already raging bulge making him groan giving you the chance to slip your tongue in his mouth.

You were being gentle and sweet with him making his skin feel hot. You two would go rough but when one of you goes gentle and sweet, it gets both of you weak in the knees.

You pulled away and caressed his cheek. Eddie leaned into your touch and hummed.

“Let me show you how much I love you. Would you like that baby?” You asked while rubbing his shoulders. Eddie looked up at you and let out a tiny whimper.

“Use your words my love” you said softly and nipped at his earlobe. Eddie moaned softly before choking up a tiny “yes”.

“Okay just sit there and relax. I’ll do all the work” you said and pecked his lips. You kissed all over his face making him giggle before trailing down his neck and his collarbone and on he shoulders. Your small touches and kisses made his skin hot and his arm and neck hair jump.

He rutted his groin against you with a whimper slipping from his lips. You kissed his cheek and leaned into his ear.

“Patients, sweet boy” you whispered. Eddie let out a shaky sigh and obeyed.

You kissed all over his body and slid off of him until you reached by the waist band of his pants. Eddies breath quickened as you looked up at him for consent. He only looked at you with low tired eyes, parted mouth, and rosy cheeks. You knew you were gonna have that imagine in your head forever.

He nodded his head before leaning his head back to let out a breathy “fuck”. You pulled his pants down until it pooled at his feet and saw the obvious tent in his boxers.

“So hard and I’ve barely touched you. You’re too cute” you said making him let out a pathetic whimper.

You slightly palmed him through his boxers making him flinch. He moaned loudly at the touch. He was desperate for any kind of friction on his poor dick.

You finally pulled down his boxers making his cock spring out, hitting his stomach. You heard Eddie’s breath quicken as you kissed his thighs and trailed higher and higher until you kissed his tip.

You looked up at him and gently rubbed his chest.

“Relax, love” you said. He nodded his head and slowed down his breathing. You went back down and slowly pumped Eddie’s dick driving him crazy. You wanted to tease him a little before you get started since you love his reactions.

“M-mommy please” Eddie whimpered. He knew that was gonna set you off and it did. You loved when he called you mommy. It made your core feel hot and bothered.

“I know baby boy, I know” you cooed before finally taking him into your mouth. Eddie gasped at the feeling. He missed you so much that every little touch made him jump.

You hollowed your cheeks and swirled your tongue around him as you moved up and down. Eddie looked down at you with love in his eyes, you took him so well that it made him speechless. He lightly put his hand on your head and ran his fingers though your soft hair. His moans got louder each time you sucked.

He couldn’t help it. Let out out loud moans, groans, and whimpers. It was all too much.

“Fuck y/n..” he whispered but you didn’t stop. You pushed yourself farther down until his tip hit your uvula. It made you gag a little bit you pulled yourself together.

Eddie could feel you swallow taking the wind out his lungs.

“W-wait wait! I d-don’t wanna come y-yet- Ah!” He couldn’t even finish the sentence before shooting his warm cum down your throat.

“I-I’m so sorry!” Eddie said quickly as you pulled off of him with a ‘pop!’ Sound. Eddie watched as you swallowed all of him making him feel weak again.

“Don’t worry about it, love” you said and sat on the couch next to him. You pulled a blanket over him after pulling his pants up and let him lay his head on your pillowy chest. His breath was still heavy so you ran your fingers through his messy metal head hair to calm him down.

“I do love you” Eddie said once he calmed down.

“What?” You asked since it was kinda random.

“When you asked me if I don’t love you anymore? Well I do. I love you so much y/n” Eddie said and snuggled into you more.

“I know baby. And I love you more” you said before kissing his head. Eddie then realized that he didn’t do anything to please you.

“Wait what about you? I can-“

“No no it’s okay don’t worry about it”

“But-“

“Okay you can wake me up with it tomorrow morning but as of right now, it’s still all about you” you said and sweetly kissed his lips before letting him fall into a deep sleep on your chest. Shortly after, you joined him and fell asleep.

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Eat Me Up Alive

ADHD!Eddie Munson x Fem!Thick!Reader 

aka the Sub!Eddie “reverse size kink” fic 

Summary: 

Eddie is being particularly annoying to you one day, and an impressive show of force from you accidentally triggers something within him, and causes him to discover something kinky he never knew about himself. Rather than just come right out and say it, he continues to annoy you in order to set you off again. And when things come to a head - he’s not the the only one feeling those sparks. 

Sub!ADHD!Eddie Munson x Fem!Thick!Reader. Smut. No Upside Down AU. 

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also this wasn’t requested but @astralsweetness whispered it into my ear and I had to make it happen. shout out to you babe. #tuna 

Word Count: 11,200 

okay so this fic is pretty wild and the warnings list is pretty long, so to be kind to others and people who reblog this, I am gonna put the full warnings list and the author’s notes under the cut. so if you are curious about those, click through - though if you read the warnings and the fic is not for you, I fully understand. but know, this is a smut fic. 

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Maneater | Steve Harrington

A/N: besties i was gonna post this sooner but i had to let my drunk fade away, anyways i present to you sub!steve (season four steve to be exact bc he is so fucking MMM MMMM MMMMMMMMM), also had to make the reader a lil punk rock bitch ok

Summary:   “I thought she’d be like mean and shy but not she wasn’t shy at all-she’s like-she’s like a man eater-Definitely an apex predator if I’ve ever seen one. Steve she was looking at you like she wanted to eat you”

Warnings: so much smut but theres plot!, cussing, spelling and grammar errors, kissing, spitting, hand jobs, crying, dirty talk, oral (f and m receiving/giving), P in V sexy time, praising, degrading, marking, biting, sub!steve + dom!reader

Word Count: 9k (way more than i thought there would be like jfc the plot came out the cut, then the smut is like omg ok bitch period)

Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

(JUST LOOK AT HIM OH MY FUCKING GODS DGSDHGHSDGHSDHGHIRDSHIG MY COOCHIE)

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𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝘃𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝗺𝗲 | tom (make up) x reader

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | you and tom have been two peas in a pod for your entire lives: tommy and birdie, partners in crime. you only fell in love with him a few years ago, though. maybe he'll notice sometime before you die of old age... but probably not.

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 | 15.8k (oops)

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | smut (18+ only, dry humping, handjob, unprotected sex/loss of virginity, fingering, oral f receiving), alcohol consumption and tobacco use, best friends to lovers, angst, pining, fluff, tom and reader lacking braincells, extreme cornish, protectiveness/jealousy, There Was Only One Bed, I can't stress enough how fucking stupid these two are, truly no braincells detected in this entire fic

(title's after the song by the greeting committee <3 will always be the song that makes me think of tom the most)

YOU DON'T NEED TO SEE THE MOVIE TO READ THIS! plot of the film is totally discarded lmaooo

author's note part 2: there's a moment where the reader mentions that sometimes people think her and tom are siblings, she does not necessarily mean that they look alike! she means that they ACT like siblings and could be related through adoption or marriage-- her appearance isn't described and it's left open-ended for anyone to insert themselves ❤️

before we get started, I'm including a convenient cornish dictionary for you all to use if you're not already familiar with the dialect! other terms might pop up but they'll be explained in the text

teazy - acting grumpy or throwing a tantrum; something you might say to a kid having a fit or an adult who is being childishly negative

tuss - insult referencing male genitals; similar to 'knob' or 'dick' in UK and US english

my 'ansum - common, platonic greeting for men ("my handsome")

my bird - common, platonic greeting for women

rich - lovely, endearing, or beautiful

diddy? - a phrase used to mean 'is that true?' or 'really?'; diddah? and issuh? mean the same thing

wasson? - a greeting; short for "what's going on?"

jumping - very angry

hanging - terrible, gross

scat - (NOT WHAT YOU'RE THINKING lol) to push or fight someone

geek - a quick look; you can 'take a geek' at something

“Leave off, m'fine." Tom crinkled up his nose as he tried to brush your hands away, but you fought to keep dabbing the cuts on his face with the washcloth.

"Fine?  You look like you lost a fight," you frowned.

"Well, we won the match, so," he smiled, but winced when you went back to the cut just above his eyebrow.  “Fuck off, that hurts!”

“Couldn’t hurt as much as it did when you got it,” you insisted.  “C’mon, it’ll scar if you don’t let me clean it up right.”

“So?  I thought the lasses liked scars,” he grinned.  “Makes me look tough.”

“Makes you look like you got your arse handed to you.”

Tom really wasn’t built for rugby.  Though he certainly wasn’t in bad shape, he was the slimmest of all the guys he played with; he was fast, he had that going for him, but the poor kid got pummelled every time he played.

“Wish you wouldn’t go out there,” you mumbled, one of those rare times that you admitted how much you hated seeing him get hurt.

“Wish you wouldn’t worry about me when I can take care’a meself,” he replied.

And that was how it had always been— Tom was just reckless like that, and you had to try to reign him in as best you could.  You could remember so many nights spent this way, you trying to scold him enough that he might be a little more careful; but considering you’d been doing this since you were just little kids, you eventually gave up on trying to stop him and just decided to be there when he needed a little comfort.

You might’ve always been Tom’s greatest comfort.  So many things in life are uncertain, temporary, fleeting.  Not you; you’d always been there, as long as he could remember— even longer, really.  And not just because he had a shit memory from all those rugby concussions.  

“Aren’t you worried you’ll look beat up in all our holiday photos?” you asked him, speaking quietly since you were so close to his face to treat his injuries.

“Why’d that bother me?” he shrugged.  “You think I’m gonna be lookin’ at me own stupid mug in photos?”

“Don’t say that,” you shoved him on the shoulders as he laughed, leaning back into the couch.  “You’ve got a nice mug, if you didn’t get it all mucked up.”

“You think m’pretty then?” he cooed sarcastically, putting his hand under his chin and batting his eyelashes; you giggled and shoved him harder, this time knocking you both back until he was laying on the couch and you were on top of him.

“Yeah, pretty daft,” you replied, and he snorted.

“Fuck off,” he rolled his eyes, wrapping his arms around your back.

“Lemme go, need to get a bandage for your face,” you explained as you squirmed.

“Nuh uh,” he denied your request, “not letting you up— sorry, birdie.”

“Tommy!” you whined through a laugh, struggling harder against him, but he just held you tighter and grinned down at you.  Giving up, you made a pouty face and rested your chin on his chest.  He mimicked your expression, mocking you until you frowned for real and gave up, turning your face again to lay your cheek down on his shirt.

He gave you a kiss on top of your head, and you let your eyes fall shut.

“Maybe just a little rest,” you decided, your voice already slurring— you were more tired than you thought.

“Mhm,” he agreed, brushing his fingers over your hair.  “Just a little, huh?”

You nodded groggily.  

“Alright— sleep tight, birdie…”

You were only tired because you’d been up way too late, packing for your trip to St. Ives with your and Tom’s families.  Joint vacations were nothing new to the two of you— actually, his parents and yours had been taking trips together since before the two of you were born.  There were pictures of you and Tommy, chubby little babies in your mums’ arms, riding on the London Eye; you’d watched a home video a few times where you were playing in the sand together at a beach in Valencia.  You weren’t sure why they felt the need to fly all the way to Spain for beaches when there were plenty here in Cornwall… but, case in point, this trip was going to be a much more relaxed (and budget-conscious) one: a roadtrip across the county, a couple rooms at a beach-side inn, and some much needed time in the sun for the next week.  Tom promised to teach you how to surf, though you weren’t sure you’d be able to figure it out anyways— but you looked forward to trying.  Really, you looked forward to Tom’s hands on your waist as he tried to help you find your balance.

Truth be told, despite being secretly in love with him since you were fourteen, you never really expected anything to happen with Tommy.  You were like brother and sister— even his parents treated you like a daughter, and vice versa— and you’d always been so close.  There’s always that fear of confessing to someone you’re close with and ruining the friendship, but this was even worse than that.  If you lost Tom, you’d lose everything.

So, it wasn’t sad— there wasn’t a lot of pining anymore, not many nights spent gushing into your diary about it and then crying yourself to sleep because he got a new girlfriend or something.  It was peaceful now, the one-sidedness of it.  You loved him, he didn’t notice, everything went on as usual and that was it.  You kept dating other guys, though Tom never liked any of them, and he dated other girls that you pretended to get along with until they split after a couple weeks.

In fact, dating was the topic of the hour as you and Tom sat in the back of his dad’s suburban, trying to entertain yourselves on the long drive to the beach resort you’d be staying at.

“That girl Dani,” you remembered, focusing most of your attention on a sudoku from the book you’d brought for the trip.  “She was fit— why’d you break up again?”

“Too clingy,” Tommy shrugged, not looking back at you; he was toying with the friendship bracelet around his wrist, the one you’d made for him at summer camp when you were eleven with blue and yellow and black chevrons.  Since you gave it to him, you’d never seen him without it, which is why the colours were all faded and dirty now, and why you were glad you made it adjustable all those years ago… he certainly outgrew the original size by now.

“I thought that was Claire,” you recalled.

“Oh, her too,” he nodded.

“This seems to be a problem for you,” you noticed, “clingy girls.  What does that even mean?”

“Means they get, like, possessive,” he clarified, holding his hands up almost like a motion of choking someone.  “Wanna know what you’re doing all the time, want a text every half hour— it’s too much.”

“That just means they like you, Tommy,” you rolled your eyes.  “You shouldn’t dump girls over that.”

“They usually dump me,” he corrected.

“What?!” you squeaked, before you cleared your throat when you noticed what your utter disbelief might imply.

“Guess they just get, I dunno, jealous?” he explained, crinkling his nose as he reached up to scratch the back of his neck.

“Jealous?” you repeated, looking away from the page in front of you for the first time.  The way he was looking at you— head tilted to the side, one eyebrow raised and mouth in a small frown— you realised what he meant.  “Of me?”

“Well, yeah,” he mumbled, “I mean, we spend so much time together.”

“But we’re just friends,” you noticed.

“That’s what I try to tell them!” he insisted.  “I mean, I say that you’re my best mate and all but I don’t even think of you like that— c’mon, I’d never…”

You looked back at the half-solved sudoku, letting out a sigh that you hoped you could pull off as frustration with the number grid before you.

“Guess they don’t believe me,” he concluded, “or they don’t care.”

“They must think it’s bound to happen one day,” you posited.  “That we’ll get together, I mean.”

“Yeah— but don’t you think if it was gonna happen, it would’ve happened already?” he pointed out.

You bit your lip.  “Yeah,” you agreed curtly.

"Hey— whatever happened to that lad with the crooked teeth you liked so much?" Tommy asked.

"You'll have to be more specific," you huffed, keeping your eyes trained on your puzzle.

"He had specs and a freckle right on the end of his nose," Tommy continued.

"Oh yeah!  Frank," you reminded him of the boy's name.  "What, did you actually approve of him or something?"

"Course not," Tommy scoffed.  "Jus' wondering, 'cause you used to go on about him all the time— 'bout how he was so wonderful and all." Tommy rolled his eyes, just to make sure it was perfectly clear that he didn't approve.

"Erm, well," you stalled, "yeah, haven't talked to him in a while."

Tommy wouldn't buy an excuse like that from you, he knew you far too well.  Leaning in, he titled his head to try to get a view of your face.  "Did something happen with him?" he pressed, and you swallowed.

"Yeah, I mean— nothing really," you shrugged, "he just got upset that I didn't wanna take things too fast, I guess.  Called me a slag and threw my phone— didn't crack, though, got lucky there—"

"Diddy?" Tommy spat, his anger obvious on his face.  He sat back up when you nodded, taking in a deep breath through his nose.  "Shoulda told me, would've scat 'im down and beat his face in.  Can't be talking to my birdie like that."

Your heart skipped a beat.  His birdie.  

"And throwin' your phone, too?  Bleddy tuss," Tommy sneered, shaking his head as he looked out the window, like he was trying to calm himself down.

"Did anyone ever tell you that you get especially Cornish when you're angry?" you giggled.

"Only twice a day, birdie," Tom laughed.  

Did anyone ever tell you that it turns me on?

“We’re here!” your mum announced, and you looked up to see that the car was turning in to a roundabout driveway.  Tom excitedly leaned against his window, looking up at the hotel.  “Wow,” he breathed.  “Look!”

He guided you to lean in right up against him, pressing your cheek to the glass so you could see the tall building.  It wasn’t a skyscraper or anything— this wasn’t that kind of place— but it was at least ten stories, with white bricks on the outside and seafoam-green shutters on each window.

With the car parked, Tom and the dads were going through the boot while his mom ran to use the loo and you and your mom checked in.

You weren’t really paying attention, honestly, while your mom gave the woman at the front desk a credit card for incidentals and all that.  The interaction only piqued your interest when you heard her confirm— “three rooms, then?”

“Yep,” your mum agreed.

“Three?” you repeated, looking up at her.

“Yeah— your dad and I, Gary and Marie, and then another room for you and Tom.”

You cleared your room.  “Tom and I get our own room?”

“You think us old geezers wanna be kept up all night by your giggling?” she snorted.  “Figured you two could entertain yourselves just fine, give the grown-ups some space.”

Before you could decide how to react to that, the opening of the front doors got everyone’s attention.  Tom looked ridiculous trying to carry as many bags as he could— all of yours, plus his and his mom’s— and you snorted as you watched him waddle into the lobby with all of them.

“What floor are we on?” he asked, the strain in his voice apparent and hilarious.

“Ten,” you informed him, and he groaned.

“Kidding!  Three,” you chuckled, “and there’s a lift.”

“Aw, Jesus,” Tom grumbled as he walked past you, struggling under the weight of the bags.  “You’re tryin’ to kill me, birdie.”

“I didn’t tell you to carry all those,” you rolled your eyes, looking at the concierge again as Tom turned the corner to find the lift.

“Is that your boyfriend?” she asked, continuing before you could answer.  “You two are adorable.”

“O-oh, er— no, actually,” you stammered, “just a friend.”

“Oh!” she mumbled.  “I see, my apologies.”

You looked down at your phone for just a second, only to hear your mom make a strange noise— a little giggle, and you saw her and the woman at the desk looking at each other.  “What?” you asked your mum.

“Nothing, dear,” she dismissed.

“What?!” you hissed, groaning when she hid a cheeky smile but said nothing.  “You’re so weird sometimes, mum…”

“Anyhoo,” the concierge mumbled, “you’re all ready to go!  Three king bed rooms, third floor, ocean view—”

“Wait, wait,” you interrupted, “all the rooms have a king bed?”  She nodded.  “Just a king bed?”

“Well… there’s a couch,” she offered.

You deflated slightly.  “That might be a little strange.”

“Oh,” she hummed, “well, I could change your room if you’d like.  But they won’t be connected anymore…”

“That’s fine,” you shook your head.

“Okay, there’s a room with two twins across the hall,” she explained, reading from her computer screen.

Ugh, a twin was gonna be uncomfortable, but so would just one bed.  “That’s fine, thank you.”

She clicked around on her keyboard for a bit, and right as she looked up at you again, Tom appeared from around the corner again.  “All done,” she announced, “I’ve changed your room for you!”

“You what?” Tom choked.

“She’s just changed our room for us,” you explained to him.

“Ah god,” he panted, laying his head against the wall while he caught his breath.  “Birdie, I just put all the bags away…”

You sighed, and the woman piped up again.  “I could still change it back for you, if the bags are too much trouble.”

“Please,” Tom breathed, and she nodded and started up with the keyboard again.  Rolling your eyes, you brushed past Tom flippantly.

“I’m gonna change,” you announced.

“Goin’ up to the room?” he asked.

“No, I was going to strip in the hallway and hope nobody walked through,” you replied snarkily.

“I was just gonna give you the key, birdie,” he smirked, pulling the plastic card out of his pocket.  You chewed your lip, regretting being so rude.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, taking it from him and moving along to the lift.

~

You’d only brought one swimsuit, the new one you’d bought just for this.  Maybe you’d had this crazy idea somewhere in the back of your mind that if you wore a tight little bikini, you’d finally get Tom’s attention and he’d stop seeing you just as the little girl he’d grown up with.  If you’d been a little less emotional and a touch more logical, you would’ve checked the weather first.

Yes, it was a beach, but it was still an English beach… the sky was grey and cloudy, and without sunlight, the ocean breeze was less refreshing and more chilly.  Very chilly, in fact, when you had hardly anything on like this.  You were trying so hard to act natural, to lay there on that chair on the beach and look as gorgeous as possible for whenever Tom came out, but it was so cold… every few seconds you were tensing up your jaw to try to fight off a shiver.

He came down a couple minutes later, wearing his swim trunks, but since he was apparently smarter than you, he was also wearing a half-zip jumper and a t-shirt underneath.  You pretended not to see him coming and laid still, only reacting to his presence with a polite wave when he was too close to ignore.

“Not gonna get much of a tan in this weather,” he noticed with a laugh as he sat next to you.

“I’m not tanning, I’m… relaxing,” you explained.

“Want me jumper, birdie?” he offered.  “You look freezing.”

“I-I’m fine,” you insisted, but your teeth chattered.  Next thing you knew, he was peeling it off over his head anyways— his shirt stuck to it and started to lift, too, exposing his stomach.  He managed to get the jumper off, though, and pulled it down over your face as you laughed and resigned yourself to your fate.  “Tommy, stop it,” you whined, batting his arms away so you could put the garment on yourself— he’d been trying to force it on you and accidentally trapped your face in one of the sleeves.

When you finally navigated your limbs through the borrowed sweater, popping your face out and breathing in a deep breath of fresh air after being stuck inside the cotton for a moment, you saw him looking at you… different.  Just a little different, but different nonetheless.  You wrinkled your eyebrows together at him, and he shook his head with a little laugh, and it was all back to normal again.  “Should keep you warm,” he mumbled, turning back to the view of the ocean and bringing his feet up onto the chair.

“Thanks,” you nodded, watching him lift his hands up behind his head and sigh.

For a while, you two laid there in silence, the sound of the ocean waves and seabirds like a quiet, slow song.  If you weren't thinking constantly about whether or not Tom was looking at you, you might've been able to relax enough to fall asleep.  Apparently Tom wasn't all in his head because he dozed off within a couple minutes, and after that, you decided to get up and explore the beach a bit.  There were little shops dotted here and there, a gelato stand, a cosy open-air pub playing music over their speakers.

You stopped to watch some boys playing volleyball on the beach, and one of them seemed to notice you staring— and he smiled at you, just before he served; you had to be careful not to make yourself look stupid by suddenly smiling down at the sand and toying with your hair, but you desperately wanted to.  He was cute, and tall and, you know, shirtless.  They all were, but he probably looked the best that way of any of them.

He ended the round with a spike right beside the net, and his side of the court cheered while the others groaned and complained to each other.  You clapped for them, and the boy looked at you again; he said something to his friends, and with the ball still under his arm, he jogged over toward you.

"Hey," he greeted with a sideways, pearly-white smile.

"Hi," you returned.  

"Did you like watching us play?" he asked, glancing back at the net for a second.

"Yeah, you're really good," you nodded.  "Are you a real team or somethin'?"

"No, god no," he laughed, "we just play for fun.  Not many sandy beaches to play at in London."

"Oh, you're visiting from London?  What part?"

"Southeast," he replied.

You nodded.  "Oh…"

There wasn't much you could say to that because you didn't know anything about London; he chuckled, apparently realising just that.  "I guess you're from around here?"

"Sort of— an hour down the way but, yes, I'm from Cornwall," you agreed.

“You’ve got an interesting accent,” he noticed with a smirk.  “It’s cute, actually.”

“Oh, y’think?” you smiled shyly.  “Always heard growing up that a Cornish accent made me sound like a dumb farmer or somethin’.”

“It works on you, though,” he decided.

"Oi!  Come back and serve!" one of the boys by the net called, and your new friend turned his head around.

"Go on without me," he told them, tossing the ball over.  "I'm talking to, er…"

He looked back at you, and you stammered out your name; he repeated it back to you with a smile.

"I'm Devon," he told you.

"Well, hi, Devon," you smiled.

Aaaaand, just in time, you heard Tom’s voice calling after you: “Birdie!” he shouted from down the beach, and you turned and sighed as you waved back.  

In a moment, Tom was beside you, slipping his arm around your shoulders.

"Where'd you run off to, my lover?" Tommy asked with a tilted smile, but he didn't give you a chance to answer before he looked over at the other young man and back at you.  "Who's the emmet?"

"My name's Devon, not Emmett," the Londoner corrected, and you hoped your polite laugh would break the tension.

"No, Devon, 'emmet' is Cornish," you explained.  "It's what we call tourists."

Except, ‘incomer’ is what you call tourists.  Emmet is what you call annoying tourists.  And you knew Tom was annoyed by him because he was hitting on you.

"This your girl, then?" Devon asked Tom… a little straightforward, but that's just how Londoners are, maybe?

"What's it to you?" Tom wondered.

"Er—" you interjected immediately, "no, actually, Tom's just a friend," you coughed, knowing that even though it was a way to greet a good friend around here, Tom surely intended for it to be misinterpreted.

"Bloody hell.  Can't tell what you people are saying," Devon grumbled, and you spoke up before Tom surely asked what 'you people' was supposed to mean.

"Anyways, point is— Tom and I are good friends, known each other since we were kids," you continued.

"Really?" Devon pressed.

“Yep," Tom replied with a beaming smile, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer to him, "she’s been me best mate since we were wee babes,” he beamed.  

“A bird’s your best mate?” Devon scoffed.  “Sure you’re not bent?”

“I’m bent?  You’re the one spendin’ all your time with a bunch of blokes with no shirts on, mate,” Tom defended.

Devon stepped forward and you had to jut yourself in between them to keep it from getting too heated.  “Okay, lads, let’s settle down, then—”

“Be careful,” Tom warned Devon, and you jabbed him with your elbow as punishment.

“I said to stop it, alright?” you hissed at Tom.  “Doesn’t matter, Tommy.”

“Yeah, Tommy,” Devon snickered, and you literally had to lean all your weight onto Tommy to keep him from trying to dive right over you to pummell the bellend.

"Let's go," you informed Tommy as you scoffed at Devon.  Wrapping a hand around Tom's waist, you guided him to walk with you back down the beach, away from the possibility of a fight.

Tommy could find a fight anywhere— even on the beach on holiday.  It was a real talent of his.

"You're horrible!" you whined as you punched Tom on his side.

"What did I do now?" he groaned.

"You scared that boy off, he was cute and he was flirting with me."

"Exactly!" Tommy emphasised, and you rolled your eyes.  "He turned out to be a wanker, anyhow, you heard him making fun of our accent, didn't you?"

"I think he was just making fun of your accent," you frowned.

"We've got the same one," Tom noticed.

"Well— just stop doing that!  You always do that."

"Sorry, birdie,” he shrugged, not seeming especially sorry.

You sighed and decided to let it go, because it wasn’t worth the argument.  “What’s next, then?  Think I’ve had enough of the beach.”

“Pub?” he suggested, and you laughed.

“Hardly late enough for that, don’t you think?” you snorted.

“Okay, dinner first, then pub,” he offered instead.

“That’s better.”

~

There were a few pubs along your walk back from dinner, but only one that had the rugby match on; so, of course, that was the one Tom picked.  It was almost entirely empty when you came inside, and since the match had gone to commercial break, Tom decided now was the best time to run to the loo.

“Order me something?” he requested.  “Whatever you’re getting.”

You nodded and he dashed off down a hallway.  Sitting at the bar, currently unattended with no other patrons but yourself, you looked up at the telly on the wall and caught a couple seconds of a car commercial.

“Can I get you anything?” 

The voice made you turn your head away from the telly, and you were surprised to find a boy your age on the other side of the bar.

“Oh, erm,” you choked, “just something on tap?  M’not picky.”

“There’s a stout we brew right here in the neighbourhood,” he suggested, “you might like it.”

“Sure,” you shrugged, “and one for my friend.”

“Great,” he smiled, bending down below the bar and reappearing with two pint glasses in hand.  You watched him as he tilted the glasses and filled them from the tape, admiring his tan skin and longer hair— he had that surfer look about him, in a Cornwall sort of way.

“Aren’t you a little young to be tending bar?” you noticed.

He laughed, revealing some dimples in the process.  “And you’re one to talk?” he shot back.

“I’m old enough to be served, aren’t I?” you challenged.

“Well actually, I was gonna ask for your ID,” he admitted, “but, you’re cute, so I decided to let it slide.”

You looked down as he set your drink on the bar for you.  “Thanks,” you hummed.  You tried it, giving him a nod of approval when the taste hit your tongue— it was pretty mild, and sort of grapefruit-y somehow.

“In town for holiday?” he assumed.

“Yeah,” you nodded, and he clicked his tongue.

“Too bad,” he shook his head.  “When are you going back home?”

“Thursday.”

“And where’s home?” he asked.  “You sound local.”

“Yeah, I am,” you agreed, “about an hour north.”

“Liskeard?” he guessed, and you shook your head.  “Launceston?”

“Closer,” you smiled.

“Bradworthy?”

“Oh, too far…”

“Holsworthy,” he grinned.

“Got it,” you nodded.

“Seems like it’d be easier to just drive up to Westward Ho! wouldn’t it?” he tilted his head.

“I try not to go anywhere that has an exclamation mark in the name,” you explained, and he chuckled a little.  

“I guess that’s fair,” he shrugged, “and it’s a good thing you came here anyways.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because now I get to look at you,” he cooed.

You took a sip of the beer to hide your warming face.  When you brought the glass back down, he laughed at you softly.

“Got some foam on your nose, my bird,” he warned you, reaching forward to wipe it off with his thumb.

“Oh, th-thanks,” you stammered, watching him put his thumb to his mouth and suck that bit of foam off while he kept looking at you.  What a flirt!  Do it again.

Tom came back from the washroom and sat on the stool next to yours, thanking you for ordering his beer for him before he took a large drink of it.

"O-oh," the bartender choked, and you knew that look— the ‘shit, you've got a boyfriend’ look.  

You sighed.  "Hey, um— this is my friend, Tom," you explained.

"Wasson?" Tom greeted him, nodding his head quickly in acknowledgement.

"Not much, mate," he replied, "Cade.”

“Tom,” he answered back as if he didn’t already know that, not going so far as to shake hands since Tom was holding his glass and Cade was holding a rag to wipe down the bar.

“She was just telling me you're only here for a spell,” Cade recalled, “which is a proper shame.”  

You smiled shyly.  “Oh, yeah, well, I wish our holiday could be longer, too.”

“Always the prettiest maids just here on holiday,” Cade nodded, looking at Tom.  “You know how it is, don’t you?  You’re from a holiday town, too, I heard.”

Not quite as popular as your current location, but yes, vacationers would occasionally appear in town.  You’d never noticed this ‘girls visiting from up-country are prettier’ principle, but your eyes turned to Tom expectantly.  “Uh, yeah,” Tommy nodded.  “Yeah, I know how it is.  And half of them have boyfriends back home.”

It made your heart sink a bit— what you would give to have one of those.  Or to have Tommy say no, the prettiest bird’s right here with me now.  Or both.

“But that doesn’t stop all of them,” he added with a laugh, and you rolled your eyes.

“You’re awful, Tommy,” you shoved him lightly.

“Yeah,” he agreed, licking his bottom lip.

Cade gestured at Tom’s rugby union shirt— “You play?” he asked.

“Yeah, sometimes,” Tom nodded, “you?”

“I just watch,” he shrugged, pointing at the telly in the corner.  “Cooped up in this pub all the time, anyway.”

“That’s no excuse,” Tom chided, “gotta get out there and get roughed up!”

“That’s what surfing’s for,” Cade smirked.

“Okay, now I’m definitely not going,” you shook your head.  “I don’t wanna get roughed up by the ocean!”

“I said I would teach her,” Tom informed Cade, “now look what you’ve done.”

“Sorry,” Cade laughed, “you’ll be fine, and you’ve come at just the right time of year for it.”

“That’s what I said!” Tom agreed.

Oh god, were they actually getting on alright?  Would Tom give his approval, finally?  

You sipped your stout and let them go on about rugby and football teams for a while, letting yourself get your hopes up that Tom would actually like a guy who liked you— and sure, he was a barkeep in your holiday spot, not exactly the foundation for a serious relationship, but it would be nice to have a little fling without worrying that Tom would end up beating him up.

Tom was the one who made fun of you sometimes for being a virgin, anyway.  He never meant it— actually, when he occasionally took the time to be serious, he assured you better than anyone else that it was perfectly normal and fine to still be one.  But still, you weren’t exactly trying to hang onto it much longer.  Tom told you to wait for the right person; but you’d been waiting for him for way too long.

Watching the match together, you and Tom put down a few pints and laughed at some stupid old inside jokes— Cade tended to stick around, chatting with you both, when there weren’t other customers to serve.  You caught him glancing at you a few times, and you liked how you felt when he looked at you like that— desirable, maybe even grown up.  You and Tom had been friends since you were little, after all, and since he treated you the exact same way he always had, sometimes you still felt little around him.  But you weren’t.  It was good to remember that.

The match ended— Cornwall won, thank god, or you’d be babying Tom all night after he drowned his sorrows in something stronger than the local stout.  He still drank a little too much to celebrate, but less too much.

Enough that he had to go to the loo again, though, at which point Cade was suddenly right by you again.  “Your friend’s funny,” he smiled.

“Yeah,” you agreed, “he’s not always that loud, but, yeah, he’s never been very subtle.”

“And he’s just a friend?” 

You rolled your eyes.  “Yes,” you insisted, and you focused your tone on your annoyance and not your disappointment.

“Just checking!” Cade returned defensively.  “How long have you known him?” 

“My whole life,” you sighed.  “Can’t remember a time without him.  He’s just… always been there.”

Cade nodded.  “That’s nice, wish I had a friend like that.  People come and go a lot in a place like this.”

“I bet,” you offered sympathetically.  “And your girlfriend?  Does she come and go, or stick around?”

“What?  I don’t have a girlfriend,” he frowned.

“Just checking,” you winked.

“Why, you think I should get one?” he raised an eyebrow.

You shrugged.  “If you can find one…”

His eyes dragged over you, his smile fading slightly; you pretended not to be totally overwhelmed by it all.

“Cade!” a voice shouted from the back, and an older woman poked her head out of the kitchen as Cade turned his head.  “Come back here an’ clean up!”

“I will, mum!” he called back, before returning his attention to you.  “Listen, I’d better get back to work— but you could come by tomorrow?  If you wanted.”

“Yeah,” you nodded, “I think I’ll find the time.”

“Tom can come too, of course,” he added, leaning closer to you on the bar, “but… I’d rather have some time alone with you, if that’s alright.”

Reaching up to scratch your shoulder, you bit your lip to hide a smile.  “Okay, yeah—” you set your hands back down on the bar when you saw the way he was looking at you, “yeah, I’d like that, too.  I’m sure Tommy can find some way to entertain himself for an hour.”

Cade’s hand landed on yours suddenly, giving it a quick squeeze while he winked at you.  And then he threw the rag over his shoulder and disappeared into the back.  You pursed your lips and exhaled through them; it had been a while since you had butterflies like that.  

Tom came back around the corner, leaning beside you on the wooden bar, and you giggled when you saw how red his nose had gotten from the booze.  “Tommy, you look like you’ve stuck your face in blusher,” you noticed.

“Aw, really?” he scrunched up his nose, wiping it with his hand.

“You can’t wipe it off!” you laughed harder.  “Cade’s gone to the back to work— wanna go on a walk, take a geek at the rest of the neighbourhood?”

“Sure,” he agreed, letting you take his hand and pull him along with you out the door and around the pavement.  You walked in silence for a few moments, glancing at him once, before you just had to bring it up.

“So, Cade was nice…” you trailed off.  You looked at Tom expectantly, wearing a hopeful smile, but you hadn't even said anything yet before he expressed his dissent.

“No, no way,” he shook his head, ignoring your protests, “not good enough for you.”

“What?  Tommy, what’s wrong with him?”

“What’s wrong with him?” Tom repeated.  “Birdie, what’s right with him?”

“I thought you liked him!” you whined.  “He was so nice to you, and you talked rugby for ages!”

“Was looking at you funny,” he shuddered.

“Well, I’d hope so,” you rolled your eyes, “doesn’t that mean he’s interested?”

“That’s what you want, creepy guys drooling all over you?” Tom snorted.  “Come on, let’s go— I don’t want you seeing that sod again.”

You groaned, but let him drape his arm over your shoulders and guide you away.  “You shouldn’t be so protective, Tom… this is why everyone thinks you’re either my brother or my boyfriend.”

“If it keeps the boys away from you, I don’t care what they think,” he decided.  You rolled your eyes as he pulled your head down with his arm, enough that he could plant a kiss on top of your head.  “There, now they’ll think I’m your boyfriend, how about that?”

“You kiss me all the time,” you laughed.

“Eh?”

“On the head,” you clarified.  “You give me kisses on the head, doesn’t make you my boyfriend.”

“Guess not,” he agreed.  

Halfway along your walk, you passed a park which Tom decided would be the perfect place to share a cigarette— actually, he was just going to smoke it himself, but you made him share.

“Remember your sixth birthday party?” he asked, seemingly out of nowhere, after a drag.  “You tripped and sprained your ankle running in the backyard that day, but you stopped crying when we gave you your presents.”

You laughed at the memory.  “God, I barely remember— but yeah.”

He handed the cigarette to you and you rested it between your lips.  “Do you remember what I got you?” he continued.

“A Barbie,” you recalled, “wasn’t it?  She was some little princess or something, can’t remember now.”

“Yeah,” he nodded.  “Well, I want you to know that before I gave her to you, I took her out of the box and took her clothes off.”

“What?!” you snorted, making a cloud of smoke 

“I had to know!” he laughed.  “I put them back on and put her back in the box and everything first before I gave her to you.”

“Yeah, I think I would remember getting a naked Barbie, Tom,” you scoffed, and he carefully plucked the cigarette from your fingers and took it back.

“Right, well—” he stopped to inhale, and then let it out as he continued— “she had plastic panties on anyway.  Wasn’t worth it,” he shook his head.

You dropped your forehead into your palm.  “The fuck are you talking about?” you giggled. 

“Just that time of night where you feel like confessing things, I guess,” he shrugged.

“Any other secrets you’ve been keeping from me?” you pressed.  “Any other childhood toys of mine that you violated?”

“Took a geek up the skirt of a Cabbage Patch Kid or two,” he added, “but that’s about it.”

“Well, we all did that,” you rolled your eyes, and he grinned at you.

“Oh, I knew it,” he purred, “I think you were just as much of a pervert as I was.”

“Yeah?  But you’re still a pervert,” you accused.

“Maybe,” he relented, “but at least I’m not a prude.”

You looked away quickly.  “M’not a prude, Tommy…”

“I know, I know,” he soothed, handing you the last quarter of the cigarette, “you’re just picky.  And you should be.”

He suddenly laid his head down on your lap, making you tense up a little bit and wonder where you were supposed to put your hands.

“Nobody deserves you anyway,” he mumbled, closing his eyes as he adjusted himself to get comfortable on the bench.

“Well, that doesn’t really solve my problem, does it?” you said, speaking a little quieter.

“What’s the problem?” he wondered sleepily.

You sighed, holding the cigarette in your mouth as you reached down and carded your fingers through his hair.  He hummed and smiled a little.  “Nothing,” you dismissed, and he started to breathe slower and slower.  

You finished the cigarette over the course of the next however-long-it-had-been, absent-mindedly touching his head and playing with his hair, and only noticed that Tom had dozed off when you felt a wet patch under his mouth on your legs.

“Eww, Tommy!” you whined, shoving him off of you as he tried to wake up.  “When I said I wanted guys to drool over me, this is not what I meant.”

“Sorry, love,” he laughed, wiping the side of his mouth with the back of his hand.  “Think that’s our cue to go back to the room and go to bed, eh?”

~

He didn’t say anything before he got in the shower, so you didn’t know what to expect when he got out: was he going to suddenly realise there was only one bed?  Had he already and just didn’t care?  Were you supposed to protest, or act like it was no big deal, or what?

When he emerged from the steamy bathroom in his pyjamas— aka, just his fuzzy plaid trousers, the ever-present friendship bracelet, and the chain on his neck— he found you standing in the middle of the room, staring at the singular bed, and gave you a confused look.

“I guess you saw when you brought our bags up,” you mumbled nervously.  

“Eh?”

“The bed.”  You motioned towards it, and he wrinkled his eyebrows together.

“What about it?” he shrugged.

“There’s only one of it!”

“Oh,” he nodded, “yeah, guess so.”

“So, we’ll have to share,” you helped him reach the obvious conclusion.

“Oh,” he said again, “you think it’ll be weird?”

“I mean, I figure,” you shrugged.

“I’ll take the couch,” he insisted.

“No, Tommy, let me,” you pleaded.

“You jokin’?  I’m supposed to let a maid sleep on the couch?”

“Didn’t realise you were such a gentleman,” you frowned, crossing your arms.

“Aren’t I?” he smirked.

You felt bad about it, but he was already putting a spare sheet down on the sofa while you were getting through your nighttime routine.  Leaning out of the bathroom, toothbrush sticking out of your mouth, you caught a glimpse of him laying there on the couch with one arm up behind his head and the other holding the book he’d been reading as of late— one of those fantasy novels that were much too violent for you.  He looked past the top of it to smile at you, and you popped back in to wrap up.

You were just wearing a baggy old t-shirt that was just long enough on you to cover your red panties, which you felt mostly not-weird about wearing around Tom, though walking past him to get to bed made you shiver a little bit.

“G’night,” he offered.

“You too,” you replied quietly, and he reached up above his head to switch off the lamp.

Sure, it was you who had worried about the whole bed-sharing thing in the first place, but that was only because you were pre-emptively worrying that he would worry about it.  It was sort of a lose-lose: if he was against it, then you’d feel dejected, but if he was fine with it, it was another way for him to rub it in that you could hold him but never have him.

Still, now that you were alone in this big old bed, you couldn’t help but think that at least it was nice you could hold him… but he was all the way over there.

You chewed your lip, trying to stay quiet.  You made it about thirty seconds.  “Tommy?”

“Yeah?”

“Think you’ll fall asleep alright on that?” you wondered.

“Should be asleep in a couple minutes, once you’re quiet,” he replied.

“Oh, yeah, sorry,” you mumbled.  You made it a whole minute before you spoke again.  “Tommyyyyy,” you whined.

“What!” he snapped.

“I can’t sleep, I feel too bad!” you pouted.  “Just get in the bed?  We fall asleep together all the time!  What’s the difference?”

“Difference is it’s all night,” he explained, “haven’t done that since we were eight— and you kicked me in your sleep!”

“Are you seriously going to sleep on that musty old sofa, and leave me alone here in the king bed, just because you’re still mad at me for kicking you?”

“Not just that,” he mumbled, “you snore, too.”

“Shut up,” you groaned, “just come over, won’t you?  I’m cold anyways…”

He paused as he considered it.  “There’s room for me?”

“Tons,” you promised.

You heard him throw the blanket off of himself, and you smiled instantly.  In a moment, he was diving into the bed, and you laughed as the mattress creaked; he laid next to you on his back, and you reached an arm around his torso while setting your head on his shoulder.

He smelled so good after his shower, clean and woodsy from his deodorant, and his curls held their shape despite being wet still.

“Should’ve known you’d be like a barnacle soon as I got in here,” he chuckled.

“I said I was cold,” you reminded him, hugging his waist tighter.

“Night, birdie,” he whispered after he kissed the top of your head.  With him holding you, you were asleep in an instant.

It was one of those dreamless sleeps that went by quickly, like you’d only shut your eyes for a few minutes.  You would’ve thought it was still the middle of the night when you woke up, if it weren’t for the sun coming in through the open window.

Specifically, you woke up because of a long sigh right by your ear, making you blink your eyes open quickly and start to stretch your legs out under the sheet and blanket.  You were on your side, and Tommy was pressed right up on your back, his arm draped around your torso.

He sighed again, and you felt him shift around against you.  Most importantly, you felt something hard and hot on your lower back.   Eyes going wide, you jolted as you felt him rock his hips against you again.

"Tommy," you whispered, hoping to wake him up.

"Mm," he hummed, smiling against your neck, and you shuddered.

"Tommy!" you hissed, and he snorted as he woke up suddenly.

He pulled back and all but jumped away from you.  “Shit, I—” he mumbled, sitting up as the bed creaked; god, his face was so red, he looked adorably flustered and a bit terrified.  “I’m sorry, birdie, I swear I wasn’t trying to—”

“It’s okay, Tommy,” you insisted, sitting up with him, “it’s not a big deal.”

“What’d you say?  It’s not big?” he choked.

“No!  Tommy, it’s—” you stopped yourself from saying what you wanted to say then.  “I know that happens to guys in the mornings…”

“Oh, yeah,” he agreed, reaching up to rub the back of his neck nervously, “happens when we’re in bed with pretty girls, too…”

Before you could wonder if there was something to read into there, he spoke again.

“I’m fucked,” he groaned, running his hand down over his face, “what’s the time?”

“Ten ‘til 9,” you informed him following a glance at the clock on the nightstand.

“We’ve got that breakfast soon, we’re supposed to meet downstairs in five minutes,” he recalled.  “And I can’t get dressed ‘til he’s gone away.”

“How do you normally get rid of it?” you wondered, watching him look at you for a second before looking away again.

“Well…” he trailed off, clearing his throat.

“Well?” you pressed.

“Y-y’know,” he stammered, “it’s— er— fuckin’ hell, birdie, can’t say it with you lookin’ at me like that…”

“C’mon, Tommy, I know you wank off,” you rolled your eyes, “you and every other bloke on the planet.”

“But I can’t do it with you here!” he yelped, and a pang of self-consciousness hit your chest.  Were you that horrible of a sight that he wouldn’t be able to finish with you nearby?

“I-I’ll leave then, give you some space,” you offered.

“Birdie, I’ll know you’re just outside the door, that’s not gonna help,” he frowned.

“Well shit, Tommy, where’dya want me to go?  Fuckin’ Launceston?”

“No, shit, that’s not what I meant,” he groaned, reaching up and covering his face as he rubbed his eyes with his fingertips.  “You’ve just got me all messed up— s’not your fault, I mean!  I just don’t know what m’gonna do now…”

You bit your lip, glancing over at the flowery wallpaper on the opposite side of the room, then to the window and its view out over the beach.  “I mean, maybe… maybe if it would help, I could…”

“Jesus, birdie, don’t say you’re gonna wank me off or somethin’,” he pleaded with a concerned tilt of his head, and you stammered as you tried to remember what you were going to say.

“No, I— I was gonna say you could…” you began again, “er— I mean, before, while you were asleep, you were… it was…”

“What?” he pressed, leaning a little closer to you, and you chickened out.

“Nevermind, sorry,” you shook your head, “you should just get dressed— nobody’ll notice it.”

That was a lie: if it looked as big as it felt, a family of four could go camping under the tent in his shorts at this point.  “No, c’mon,” he pleaded, scooting a little closer to you, “won’t make fun of you or nothin’, just wanna know what you were gonna say.  You know I can’t run down to breakfast with my willy tryin’ to jump out, yeah?  Like, ‘hey mum an’ dads, pass me the eggs, then— don’t mind my fuckin’ blood sausage under the table—’”

You laughed, pushing him on the chest— but he just moved closer, again, looking right at your face.  You felt oddly exposed to him, even though he should’ve been the one feeling like that considering the circumstances.  “Fine,” you relented, “I was just… thought maybe you could— well, it could help you if you, um… just… pressed up against me, again?  Like you were before?  And you could, er…”

Dropping your voice to a mumble just above a whisper, you watched your hands clutch the spotted quilt in lieu of meeting his invasive stare.

“You could… grind on me, a bit,” you finally completed, so quiet that you barely heard yourself.  But he was a few inches away— he must’ve heard you.  Literally, he must have, because you couldn’t say it again.

“Eh?” he grunted, and you rolled your eyes.

“C’mon, Tommy, you’re not deaf, are you?”

“No, m’just… you wan’ me to rub me stiffy on you?” he realised, tilting his chin down and raising an eyebrow.  Leave it to Tommy to throw all the subtlety to the wind and just say it outright like that, ignorant to the way it made your cheeks burn and your throat catch.

“I-I mean, I don’t want you to,” you denied quickly, “I just thought it might go away if you did.  Means to an end, right?”

“Yeah, means to an end,” he agreed, clearing his throat.  “Just feel a little weird about it, birdie, I mean… it’s you.  You know I love ya— don’t wanna be rude to you or, er, disrespectful—”

“It’s not,” you promised, “I’m offering— and it’ll be quick, right?”

“Er, yeah,” he coughed, rubbing the back of his neck again, “should be…”

“Okay, then, should we?” you asked, sheepishly raising your eyebrows as you looked at him.

“I mean, fuck, birdie,” he laughed nervously, “I think you know we shouldn’t.”

But you both already knew that you were going to, and the thrill of something so forbidden titillated you further.

“Lay down then, yeah?” he instructed you softly, and you turned back onto your side as you felt him press up to your back.  His arm slipped around your front, the one with your bracelet on his wrist, and you could feel him breathing by the back of your neck as he brushed your hair out of the way.  “This alright?” 

You nodded, and he held you a little tighter; you felt it then, brushing up against your lower back.  You were getting sweaty from how warm it was with him pressed up on you under the thick covers, yet you still shivered.

He hummed quietly, his hand moving down your hips so he could hold you steady.  And he rocked into you again, more confidently, a shaky breath falling from his lips.  

When his forehead rested against the back of your shoulder, you felt your back arch slightly; and then you could feel the ridge under the head of his cock, you could feel it when he moved in one, long stroke and you bit your lip, arching your back deeper.

“Shit,” he grunted quietly, and he started to move a little faster right after he said that.

After just a minute or less of that, you were beyond desperate to have him inside you, you couldn’t stop thinking about what it would feel like— about how he would stretch you open, how he would moan for you as he filled you to the brim.  If he wanted to, right now, he could just lift up your shirt a bit and pull your panties down without saying anything, slip inside you in one go; you were soaking wet, he’d slide in so easily…

“Fuck, birdie,” he breathed, “roll over.”

His verbal command was a bit moot, since his hand was already on your shoulder, gently pushing you to lay on your back.  He hovered above you for a moment, and you looked up at him with wide eyes.

“Spread your legs,” he whispered; you’d only been waiting years for him to say that to you.  You did it unquestioningly, and he slotted himself between them with a low groan.  When he pressed his cock up against your aching cunt— through so many frustrating layers of pyjamas— he shut his eyes and tossed his head back for a second.  It was so perfect, his face in bliss like that, the morning sun peeking in through the curtains and making his curls shine golden-blonde.  He looked fucking beautiful.

A little gasp jumped in your mouth as he started to thrust against you again, each stroke of his hips rubbing right over your clit and making his chain dangle over your face.  You almost felt guilty, for a second, with the little engraving of Saint Thomas right there, like he was watching you do this.  “Sh-shit, Tommy…” you hissed, catching yourself before you moaned aloud when he rocked his hip harder against you and your whole pussy clenched.  If only he could feel that now— if only he could feel around his cock how desperately you needed him.

He descended down upon you, burying his face in your neck.  His hair tickled your cheek, and you fisted at the sheets to stop yourself from reaching up and holding onto him— that would be too much, too needy, right?  It was just supposed to be a means to an end, after all.  “Can I kiss you here?” he asked under his breath.

“Er, why would you do that?” you wondered.

“Just— thought it might make it go faster,” he justified.

“Y-yeah, Tommy, s’fine,” you nodded.  Do whatever you want to me.

He latched on right away, a mess of lips and tongue and teeth all over your neck; everything in you fought to keep your moans down, because you didn’t want him to know how much you loved this, how close you were to coming without even doing anything… without even taking your clothes off!

“Are you close?” you asked him softly, feeling him nod.

“Yeah,” he mumbled, and his heavy breathing cooled your skin where it was still wet with his spit.  “Just a little longer?”

“You’re not gonna give me a hickey, are you?” you whispered.

“Not if you don’t want me to,” he replied.  

“Just— make it quick, Tommy, we’ve gotta be downstairs soon,” you reminded him.

“Right, yeah, m’gonna come,” he promised, sending another chill over your body.  One of his hands moved down, holding your thigh as he thrusted faster and faster— fuck, the headboard was about to hit the wall.  Just as you looked up to see it slam once, you saw his free hand reach up and grab onto it tightly, blocking the impact with his knuckles.

“Tommy,” you breathed, an involuntary reaction to how deliberately sexy that was.

“Say it again,” he requested quietly.

“Tommy,” you repeated, and he grunted right against your ear— he didn’t stop moving entirely, just slowed down quite a bit as he rutted on you.  

“Fuck,” he sighed, panting.  You swallowed, feeling wonderfully strange knowing that must be it, that he just came— because of you.  His weight sank down onto you, making you let out a little squeal from the air rushing out of your lungs, and he laughed quietly.  “Sorry,” he mumbled, lifting himself up and hovering above you again, “didn’t mean to crush you…”

“S’all fine, Tom,” you promised, closing your legs as soon as you had the chance— before he could see that you’d soaked through your panties.

“Oh, ‘Tom’, eh?  Gettin’ formal, are we?” he grinned.  “Now that you’ve got me to bust in me trousers, we’re not so friendly anymore?”

“Shut up,” you laughed as you pushed him aside, swinging your legs off the bed so you could get up.  “Gonna use the loo and then I’ll get dressed.”

“What?!” he croaked.  “You kidding?  Of course I get to use the loo first!”

“Not if I get there before you,” you challenged, jumping up and trying to race him across the hotel room.  He beat you, but only by playing dirty— he ran up behind you and grabbed you, spinning you around as you kicked and laughed and squirmed in his grasp.

two weeks later

Moonshine on the bay had become a tradition on nights like this, when the warmth of summer was creeping around the corner, ever since you were both fifteen and in desperate need of some rebellion.  Now, without the illegality and all, it had lost some of that titillating appeal, but you still loved going out so late and meeting him at your secret spot.  It had the perfect view of the water at night, not that it was a particularly scenic section of the sea since it was mostly cargo ships and docks and all that, but under the flickering old street lamp and the tall field elms, it was almost romantic.

Tommy was currently still standing while you leaned back on your hands, brandishing the liquor he’d secured for the evening.  “For you,” he offered you the opened bottle with a smile, and you took it, but waited for him to take a sip of his first.  He did, and you saw his lips curling as he drank.

“How is it?” you asked, and he stopped drinking to cough a bit.

“It’s hangin’!” he grimaced.  “But it’ll do the job.”

You took a sip while he sat down next to you, and made a face of your own.  “Ah fuck!  That’s terrible!  Where the fuck’d you get this?”

But you knew what he meant when he said it would do the job— one sip was already warming your chest, and the next, though just as disgusting as the last, made you feel tingly at the tips of your fingers.

With your bottles halfway finished, you two sat up in the grass and watched the lights of ships go by slowly in the night.  “Had a date last night,” you blurted out suddenly, just to make conversation.

“Really?  With who?”

“You remember Jack Meyer?”

“God, I wish I didn’t,” he sneered, “what a knob.”

“Could you stop insulting all the guys I go out with?” you frowned.

“Stop going out with knobs and I will,” he bargained.

“Anyways, he was nice,” you announced firmly.  “Took me to the cinema and bought me a popcorn.”

“What size?” he asked.

“Medium.”

“Cheap bastard,” Tom grumbled.

“Shut up!  I’m trying to tell you that it was a nice date!” you yelped, pushing him on the shoulder.  “We actually, um… well, maybe I shouldn’t tell you.”

“What?” he wondered.

“I mean, I tell you everything— you tell me everything.  You told me when Sharon Caldwell let you feel her tits in eighth grade, and you told me when you lost it to Annie— what was her name again?”

“Annie Shaw,” he finished for you.

“Right… so, point is, I figured I should tell you what happened with me and Jack, right?” you wondered.  When you found the courage to look over at Tommy, his expression was… intense.  Almost angry, a little terrified.

“Don’t tell me you gave it up to him,” he pleaded, leaning in a little closer.

“God no!  I just wanked him a bit.”

"You did what to 'im?!" Tommy yelped.

"W-well, I dunno!" you backpedalled quickly. 

“Aw, birdie, you can do so much better than him,” he groaned.

“Okay, maybe so, but he’s the one I wanted to go out with.  And he was nice and he made me feel— I dunno, pretty?” you mumbled, afraid to sound too girlish.

“Come on, you can’t go rubbing off any guy who calls you pretty,” Tom scolded.

“This isn’t just any guy!”

“Yeah, it’s Jack Meyer.  In fourth year he swallowed a penny and it never came out!”

“Believe it or not, Tommy, it's not fourth year anymore,” you frowned.  “Things are different.  We’re older.  I’m not a little kid— and I’m tired of being treated like one!”

He sighed slowly, taking another swig of the booze.  “I guess that’s fair,” he relented.  “Still… can’t stand thinking about you doing that to some guy.”

"Why?"

He seemed confused by your question, and gave you a look.

"Why can't you stand thinking about it?" you interrogated.

"I… I don't know…"  He coughed a bit, clearly wanting to change the subject, but you kept staring at him as you waited for an answer.  “I guess it’s just that,” he began again, “I worry because it’s Jack, you know?  He’s a little aggressive with girls— or, he was back when I knew him.  He didn’t… pressure you into it, right?”

You thought back to the night before, and how it all happened.  “Erm, no,” you decided, “not really.”

“Not really?  What’s that mean?”

“Well, he didn’t make me do it,” you explained, “but he was… showing me how, ‘cause I didn’t know.”

“Sh-showing you?” Tom repeated.

“He, erm, he took my hand,” you remembered, feeling your heart start to race as you looked at Tom closely.  “And he put it… he put it right here.”

It was the liquor that made you do it; you pressed your hand up to the front of his trousers, feeling him getting firmer under your touch already.  He jumped a little but didn’t stop you.

"He told me to take it out for him…" you continued, voice wavering as your whole body was suddenly shivering from nervousness, and started to open his trousers yourself.

“Birdie,” Tom gasped, and you looked up to his face again.

“Do you want me to stop?” you asked him point blank.  He didn’t say anything.  “Can I keep going?”

His mouth was open slightly, and he was breathing heavily through it; he nodded.  You unzipped his fly and reached in, navigating the opening of his boxers to get his cock out.  

Of course, you’d felt it before, but you’d never seen it.  It was as beautiful as a cock could be, you thought: tanner than the rest of him for some reason, flushed at the tip, still just starting to poke out from his foreskin with a teal vein running up under your palm.  Biting your lip, you wrapped your fingers a little tighter around it.  “H-he told me to stroke it, like this,” you stammered, moving your hand gently and slowly from the base to the tip and back— then again, and again.

Daring to glance up at Tom’s face again, you saw him watching your hand with a dumbstruck expression.  You twisted your hand slightly as you reached the tip and he groaned.  "Birdie…" he sighed— his voice wore some impossible mixture of arousal, confusion, scolding, disappointment, and desperation.  It made your knees weak.  Good thing you were still kneeling on the ground, so it didn’t make much difference.  You were so sloshed that standing up would’ve been a bit of an effort, anyway.

“When I was doing it right,” you continued, “he’d tell me I was bein’ good for him… it made me feel weird when he said that, but good.  You know?”

“Y-yeah…” he choked, hissing through his teeth.  

It went on that way for a little while, just his panting and the crickets chirping; though there was clear fluid leaking from the tip of his cock, you thought it might not be enough, so you pursed your lips and let your spit dribble down onto him so you could spread it out with your hand.

“Christ,” he groaned, “Jack taught you that, too?”

You nodded, and he growled a little— the sound made your chest tighten up (as well as a few other places).  His cock was starting to bob against your grip, and his breathing was faster and heavier with each stroke.  "You're close?" you noticed, and he nodded, chest heaving as he stared down at what you were doing to him.  "You can come, Tom.  I want you to."

"Shit," he hissed.  "Shit, jus' don't stop then."

And you didn't, in fact you moved your hand even faster, until it was just a blur and he was bucking up into your palm desperately.

"Ah, fuck!" he gasped, and come started to spurt from his pulsing cock, landing on his shirt and your hand.  "Fuck…"

You watched his face as it tilted back, his eyebrows knitted together, his mouth parted in a little moan.  Your hand was still moving, and his jumped up to grab your wrist and stop you.  Then it was still, and silent, except for him breathing like he'd just run a marathon.

After a moment, he tilted his head down again and came back to reality; he instantly looked mortified.  "God, birdie," he choked, "I made a mess on you— m'so sorry, let me get it…"

He tried to wipe the come away with his shirt, frantically cleaning your hand up as best he could.  "It's fine, Tommy," you giggled.

"No it isn't, I've got your pretty hand all dirty now…"

Examining his focused expression as he wiped up the smears of come, you bit your lip slightly.  You did feel guilty for making up that whole story about a date with Jack Meyer that never did— and never would— happen, but it worked.  You’d never lied to Tommy like that before, but you decided to blame it on the liquor and not your desperation.  

In the two weeks since your holiday, nothing untoward whatsoever had happened between you and it was driving you crazy.  You didn’t even talk about it!  You, of course, thought about it every day— well, really every night, when you touched yourself and tried to remember exactly how his voice sounded in your ear.  That was what drove you to this, to getting drunk and making shit up for a chance to touch him.

"Kiss me," you said suddenly.  He looked up at your face, and you just stared at each other for a second.  

His hand dropped yours— it was clean now, or clean enough at least— and moved up to hold your face.  You sighed slightly; his thumb stroked your cheek and he smiled at you.

He gently tilted your head down and met you halfway, pressing his lips to your forehead.  Your chest deflated and your eyes fell shut.  So this is what heartbreak feels like.  It's not as bad as I thought.

"That better?" he asked as he pulled back, moving his own face down so he could look up at you with a tender smile.  You nodded, willing yourself not to cry in front of him now.  

You were throwing yourself at him and he was throwing you away.  "We'll always be friends, won't we?" you asked quietly.

"Aw, birdie— of course," he cooed, pulling you into a hug.  You clutched at his shoulders, digging your nails into handfuls of his ratty old Nirvana t-shirt.

He rolled back onto the grass and pulled you down with him, making you laugh and try to get away— but he wouldn't let you go.

"We'll always be friends," he promised again, "'cause otherwise who'd keep all those awful boys away from you?"

"Shut up," you rolled your eyes.

"I will," he sighed, relaxing his grip on you slightly.  "I'm gonna ease up on you, I think.  Let you date somebody if you want— even if he's a tosser.  'Cause you're right, you're not a little kid anymore.  And it's not fair to you."

You swallowed, laying your head on his chest.  You'd never actually wanted him to let you date someone else… you just wanted him to finally love you back.  But maybe this was the best you were going to get.

~

“Go, Tommy!” you cheered from the side of the pitch, though he surely couldn’t hear you through all that.. rugby-ing.  Rugbing?

Whatever— point is, you clapped and hollered anyways as you watched him run all over the place, narrowly dodging being tackled a few times.  You winced when he got taken down from the side by one of the biggest guys out there.  Tommy had a high pain tolerance, but you’d rather not see him lose a tooth or something.  What a waste of a perfect smile that would be.

For all their efforts, Tommy’s team lost by just a few points; it was just a scrimmage, hence why there was basically no one else here but you and the actual team members, so you hoped he wouldn’t be pouty the rest of the day after losing.  He didn’t seem to be, from what you could tell this far away— he was shaking hands and bumping fists, sweaty and streaked with dirt and grass as he chugged from his water bottle.  It really should not have been as attractive as it was…

Before you got caught ogling, someone caught your attention: “Hey,” one of the players jogged up to you, and you blinked up at him blankly, not sure who he was.  You’d definitely seen him before, you remembered his dreads and… overall massiveness.  But you weren’t sure what he was talking to you for.  “You’re here with Tom, yeah?”

“Oh, yes,” you smiled.

“He said you’re an old mate of his,” the player went on.

“Mhm,” you nodded.

“Sweet of you to come cheer him on,” he laughed, “even though it didn’t seem to do him much good today.”

You shrugged.  “He loses a lot, but he always gets back up.”

“I’m Rhys, by the way,” he offered.  “I’d shake your hand or somethin’, but I’m pretty filthy at the moment.”

“Don’t worry about it,” you laughed.  “Surprised you haven’t gone to the showers already, that’d be the first thing I’d be doing after getting that sweaty.”

“Well, I was gonna,” he explained, “but, well, I was afraid you’d be gone before I got back.”

You raised an eyebrow, wondering what that meant, and he continued on.

“Listen, I asked Tom, but I figured I should ask you… er…” he stalled as he smiled nervously.  “Have you got a boyfriend or anythin’?”

“Er, no,” you answered.

“Issuh?” he laughed.

“Yes!” you insisted.  “You think I’m lying or something?”

“I think it’s a little too good to be true, that’s all,” he explained.  “Girl like you shouldn’t stay single too long.”

You kept waiting for Tommy to come ruin it— to come rescue you.  You glanced over, and you saw him look back at you, but he just smiled and kept working on the laces of his cleats.

“So, I guess I should ask for your number before it’s too late, yeah?” Rhys continued.  You were pulled out of your thoughts, looking up at him and dropping your mouth open as you hoped for some words to come out.

“Oh!  Erm,” you began, “well—”

“It’s okay if not,” he promised, “but, you know… I’d like it.  So I can call you sometime or something— maybe I’ll have worked up the nerve to ask you out by then.”

Your cheeks were warm, but so were the backs of your eyes.  You never thought you would miss it, Tom running up and putting his arm around you, shooting whatever guy you were talking to a glare that made everyone feel uncomfortable; you glanced over at him again, watching him chat and laugh with some of the other guys.  He was just going to let this happen, wasn’t he?  And so were you.  “Yeah,” you finally blurted out, “sure— got your phone now?  I’ll put it in for you.”

“Great,” he smiled, pulling his phone out of his pocket and handing it to you.  “Wow, that went surprisingly well.”

“Are you that surprised?” you laughed as you added yourself as a contact.

“These things don’t normally go right for me,” he explained.

“For you?” you glanced up at him incredulously.

“Now, don’t give me an ego,” he chuckled, and you laughed with him.

You quickly held his phone up to take a selfie with your tongue sticking out, adding it as your contact photo.  “There you go,” you handed it back to him, and he looked at it with a wide smile on his face.

“Aw, that’s rich,” he said, and you bit your lip.  “I really should hit the showers now, but, I’ll call you?”

“Okay,” you smiled, “I’ll answer.  Probably.”

He waved at you as he left, looking down at your contact in his phone one more time with a shake of his head, before disappearing into the little tunnel through the stands.

You told Tom you would wait for him until he was all done, but god, he was taking forever getting cleaned up.  In fact, everyone else had left when he finally came out in his change of clothes and found you leaning against the cement wall outside the practice facility.  “Fuck took you so long?” you groaned as he appeared.

“You know how long it takes to wash off after a match like that?” he laughed.  “You wouldn’t have walked home with me in the state I was in.”

“Okay, fair enough,” you sighed, “can we go now?” 

“Well, um— actually, I have to get my bag from the locker room…”

“Oh my god,” you whined.

“Don’t get teazy, I just have to pack up all my gear,” he scolded.

“I’m coming with you,” you insisted, “and helping you carry it so we can get fuckin’ home already.”

“Fine, fine,” he laughed, starting back as you followed along with him.  “Lucky for you, it’s empty.”

“Aw,” you faked a pout, “no sexy rugby boys to look at?”

“Just me,” he smiled— and fuck, he was joking, but it scared you for a second.

There was a little awkward pause while he guided you around the bend into the locker area, left surprisingly clean after the boys were finished; it was only Tom’s locker open, with his things all strewn about, and you sighed.  “Look at the mess you made…” you breathed, starting to help him clean it up and get his things together.

“Rhys finally asked you out, then?” Tommy grinned, elbowing you lightly.

“O-oh, yeah,” you breathed, “erm, well— he just got my number, no date yet or anything.”

“Well, it’s a start.  I didn’t want to give him your number for you, but he asked me for it— actually, he’s asked about you a couple times now.”

“You think he’s good enough for me?” you asked.

“I mean, I dunno,” Tommy shrugged, “I don’t know him that well.  But he seems nice enough— figure you can decide the rest.”

You sighed, nodding a little.

“If he tries anything, though, you let me know and I’ll set him straight, alright?” he added, and you laughed.

“Alright, I will,” you agreed, kneeling down to get some of his clothes from off the floor and stuff them into the duffel.  “Not sure how you’re gonna do that when he’s got a metre on you and maybe twenty pounds of muscle—”

“Shut up,” Tom scoffed.  “You know I can take any guy down if it’s got to do with you.”

Your throat caught, and you stood up again.  "Tommy, listen, I actually— I wanted to… talk to you."

He cleared his throat, looking nervous as he rubbed the back of his neck.  "Yeah?  You're all good, right?  Everythin's okay?"

"Yeah, yeah," you nodded, leaning back against the lockers, "I just… I was thinking about you."

He stepped up closer to you, close enough that your heart started to race.  "Oh… what about me?"

"Well, about us," you clarified, "you and me— I want… erm…"

"Hm?"

"I just— you know how we sometimes…?"

He leaned his head in a little closer, waiting with raised eyebrows for you to get to your point.

"That thing we do, sometimes?" you started again.  "I wanna… do it again."

He nodded, like he understood, but then paused and moved his mouth over to the side.  "You wanna go to the cinema?"

You laughed, more out of frustration than amusement, and tilted your head forward to rest on his chest.  "God, Tommy…"

"What?" he laughed.

"I— I want—"  

You couldn't look up at him as you said it.  You took a deep breath and tried to compose your bravery.

"I want us to touch each other again," you finally rushed out.  You waited for him to say something, or do something, but he didn't.  “Like when we were on holiday,” you recalled, toying with the hem of his shirt.  “And that night on the bay…”

“God, birdie, I— I dunno if I can do that again,” he breathed, and you felt your eyes start to burn a bit.

“Really, Tommy?” you sighed.  “I’m that… repulsive?  Or is it Rhys?  ‘Cause all he’s done is get my number—”

“N-no,” he groaned, “shit, m’not makin’ any sense.  I can’t do that again with you because it’s too hard, okay?”

You looked up at him, knitting your eyebrows together.  “What’s too hard?”

“Touchin’ you like that,” he whispered— even now, the way he said made your spine tingle— glancing down from your eyes to your lips and back, “and havin’ to act normal again.  Not bein’ your boyfriend.”

Of everything you thought he might say then, you never expected that.  You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling, even when you bit your bottom lip.  A laugh broke out through your grin, and you had to cover your mouth to try to hide it.

“Jesus, you’re laughin’ at me now!” he lamented.  “I finally tell you and you laugh at me!  You’re heartless, you know that?”

“No, Tommy, v’got a heart— and it’s all yours,” you promised, standing up on your toes to peck him on the cheek.  He gave you a confused look, and you laughed again.  “You don’t get it do you, still?  I’ve fancied you for ages— proper in love with you, really.  Kept askin’ you to do all that stuff ‘cause, well, you’re all I think about anyways.  Thought you were just doing me favours.”

After a pause, he finally laughed with you.  “Am I a fuckin’ idiot, then?  You’ve had it goin’ for me all this time and I didn’t notice?”

“You’re a little stupid,” you mitigated.  “I think I was being pretty obvious.”

“Yeah, and what about me?” he noticed.  “I’ve been all over you forever— kissin’ and huggin’ you, cuddling all the time— you didn’t notice that I think you’re fit?”

You shrugged.  "You've always been like that."

"Yeah!" he emphasised.

"Ohhhh," you nodded, "hm.  Okay, we're both a little stupid."

“Birdie,” he smiled, and your heart melted, because he’d never said it quite like that before.  He leaned in and gave you a kiss on the cheek.

“You can really kiss me, you know,” you told him, and he pulled away just enough to look at you with an impossible-to-read expression.  “I-if you want,” you mitigated suddenly, and he smiled at you, then laughed.

“Aw, fuck, Tommy,” you turned your head to the side, “you’re awful…”

He put his hand on the side of your face, gently turning you to look at him.  “Yeah,” he agreed.  And then he moved in closer and kissed you— properly, finally.  You shut your eyes, your chest emptying with a sigh; his other hand held your face then, too, and you reached up to hold his wrists.  Your right hand felt the worn-out old bracelet that he still wore, and you couldn’t help but smile a bit against him.  He smiled, too.

“Tommy,” you sighed, reaching out and grabbing him by his belt to pull him closer.  He pressed his forehead on yours, looking down at your hands working on the buckle shakily. 

“Birdie, c’mon,” he gasped, “not here—”

You pouted a little, and he laughed.

“We waited all this time and you can’t wait until we get home?”

“Yes!” you whined.  “I need you…”

“Shit,” he groaned, kissing you again— but just for a few very passionate seconds before he pulled back once more.  “We’ll go home and I’ll do this right, I swear.”

“Why can’t we just do it here?” you wondered.

“Because if you told me some guy had taken your virginity in a rugby practice field locker room, I would kill him,” Tom frowned.  

You laughed.  “Fine, fine… let’s go home.”

~ 

Thank god his parents weren’t home.  You didn’t want to try to be quiet.

He had you in his bed the second the door was shut, kissing you voraciously as he helped you undress and tore his own shirt and trousers off.  For a guy who was just preaching patience, he was pretty hasty all of a sudden.

When all you had on were your panties, he set his arms straight to hover over you and stare down at you, looking a little dumbstruck.  You almost felt self-conscious enough to try to cover your chest, but he smiled at you and you felt a little better.  “You’re so… fuck, birdie, you’re pretty.”

It was a simple compliment, but it felt incredibly powerful when he said it like that.  He was in his boxers, and it wasn’t too much more skin than you’d already seen while swimming with him and such, but it was different with his massive hard-on making a visible imprint in the patterned cotton.  

Gently, he spread your legs, and tightened his jaw at the sight of the wet patch on your underwear.  “Oh, fuck,” he sighed.

“I always get like that,” you admitted quietly.  “Should be easy for you to fuck me, right?”

“Yes, yeah,” he agreed, “but m’not gonna fuck you yet.”

You frowned a little, and he laughed as he kissed you again.

“I told you I’m doing this the right way,” he insisted, “it’s your first time.  It’ll hurt if I just go for it.”

He leaned back and sat up, bringing his hands down to the waistband of your panties and gently dragging them down your legs; you felt gooseflesh spread all over your body.

“Oh, darling,” he whispered as he opened your legs again, looking right at you now.  You squirmed a little, but his grip on your thighs was tight.  “I need you to tell me now if you’ve changed your mind about this… ‘cause I can already tell I’m gonna have a hard time stopping once I start.”

Your heart skipped a beat, but you were sure, you were so sure.  “I haven’t changed my mind,” you promised.

“I won’t get mad at you or anything,” he assured.

“I know— I’m sure,” you breathed.  Wondering if you should return the sentiment, you asked, "You're sure you wanna do this?  With me?"

"Birdie, I've wanted to do this with you since I knew what this was," he smiled.

"And you don't mind that I've never…"

"No, birdie, I don't mind," he laughed.  "Think it's perfect actually.  Couldn't let any other lad be your first.  Couldn't let any other lad touch you like this."

You bit your lip.  “You were gonna let me go out with Rhys,” you reminded him.

“I let you give him your number.  We hadn’t even gotten to you going out with him,” Tom corrected.  “And I was acting fine as best I could but I was really jumpin’, birdie, thinking about if something might happen with you two— something like this…”

You whined as you tugged on his shirt, hoping to hide your face in his neck, but he pulled his face back so he could look down at you with a smile.  "Tommy, please," you whimpered.  

"Please, what?" he encouraged.

"Jus' need you…"

He kissed your neck again, making your back arch and your hands grab onto his shoulders, and pressed his hips down against you.  You whined at the feeling of his erection through clothes, but opened your eyes in confusion when he pulled back again just a moment later, hovering over you.  "Say my name when I make you come, yeah?" he instructed, and you nodded.  "Try it on for size just once, why don'tya," he encouraged with a smile.

"Tommy," you smiled back, and he kissed the tip of your nose.

"That's m'girl," he praised, before crawling back down, kissing a trail over your stomach, moving his hand up your thigh.

He just kept his face right up close to you, watching his finger swipe through your folds, then watching it gently circle your clit.  You whimpered, and felt your insides flex on nothing.  Apparently, that made him want to give you something to clench on— he gently slipped his pointer finger past your opening, and you let out a long sigh.

“So warm inside,” he observed.  He pulled the finger back out a second later, putting it in his mouth and humming happily.  He put his mouth on you at the same time that he put the finger back in, along with a second; that was a lot to take in, and your back arched up off the bed instantly.  He mouthed at your clit, swirling his tongue around while his lips created this wonderful pressure; you had to grab onto his hair, and thankfully, he didn’t seem to mind.

Eventually, he did have to break away for a second.  "Wondered how you'd taste," he admitted with a sigh.  

"Well?" you prompted.

"Taste like 'eaven, birdie," he purred.  "Sweet little pussy— an' it's all for me?"

"All yours," you nodded, and he growled a little as he dove back in.

The tip of his tongue slid right up from your opening to where your clit was swollen and throbbing— he pushed his tongue flat against it and you whimpered loudly.  He started to really fuck you with his fingers then, rather than just letting the natural movement of your hips force you to ride them; they curled inside you, hitting a spot that made your own fingers curl into fists in his hair.  You didn’t want to hurt him, but he didn’t mind getting his hair pulled, apparently, and just moaned lowly against you.

The pressure started weighing on your gut after a while, your pussy tensing up on him faster and faster until it was just bearing down on him unendingly.  “Fuck, Tommy,” you gasped.

“C’mon, birdie,” he mumbled against you, “wan’ you to come.  Go ahead and come for me, yeah?”

You called out his name one more time, and it all spilled over at once; he shut his eyes tight, letting you pull his face right up against you by his curls as your hips bucked and grinded on him.  You sobbed weakly, and when it was suddenly too much, he broke away and pinned you down for a messy kiss.

It left you even more breathless than you already were.  When he pulled back, his eyes were a little glazed over and his lips and chin were a lot glazed over; he gave you a crooked smile.  “Taste how sweet you are?” he purred.  You wouldn’t call it sweet, really, but it still turned you on like crazy to hear him say it.

“Please, Tom,” you gasped, grabbing his shoulders, “you’ll fuck me now, right?”

He nodded, and you let out a sigh of relief.  “Sure you’re ready?” he asked, laughing when you groaned and punched him on the arm.

“Course I’m fuckin’ ready!” you snapped.  “God, Tommy, you always give ‘em all this rigamarole first?”

He shook his head.  “Just you, birdie… it was always just you.”

Kissing you again, his breath changed as he reached down to push his boxers out of the way and kick them off to the floor.  The way it felt to have his bare skin against yours as he lowered himself down was… euphoric.  Warm and soft and smooth, and when he wrapped you in his arms, it felt like he could just absorb you entirely.  You wouldn’t mind it if he did.

He'd prepared you so well that there was only one quick sting of pain when he pushed inside you— though just that was still enough to make one tiny tear roll down your temple, which he kissed away softly.

"Are you alright?" he whispered.  You nodded.  "I need you to tell me, birdie."

"I'm okay," you promised through a sigh.  "It hurts a little, b-but please don't stop."

"You're sure?"

"Please!"

He pushed his hips flush with yours and you gritted your teeth, though everything in you relaxed just a moment later; and all that was left was the fullness, the warmth of him, the way his eyes sparkled as he looked down at you.  "You're so beautiful," he whispered to you, and you bit your lip.

"I love you, Tommy," you mumbled weakly, and he planted one soft kiss on your mouth.

"I love you too, darling."

He carefully began to move, needing to reach down with one hand to keep your hips steady.  Your moans were shaky at first, but got louder and more even with each movement.  

"You're… so deep," you breathed.  "Tommy, I— I didn't know anything could be so deep in me."

"Well, I am," he grinned.  "I'm right… here."

He pressed down on your stomach, right on the spot where the tip of his cock reached— and your eyes rolled back.  "Ohh, god," you whined.

"You feel it, love?" he cooed.

"Yes, yes," you groaned.  "Fuck, Tommy, why didn't you tell me you had a perfect cock?"

He laughed a little, leaning down to kiss you on the jaw.  "Guess it never came up."

"Does it always… is it always like this?" you wondered.  "It's so good, does it always feel this good?"

He shook his head, kissing your forehead and then trailing down your nose and cheek.  "No, it's not always like this," he answered quietly.  "Not for me, anyway.  It's never been like this."

His lips met yours again, and you reached up to weave your fingers into the hair at the back of his neck.  He groaned a little, moving his hips faster, and you smiled.  "Do you wanna fuck me harder?" you asked.

"Fuck," he mumbled, "I— I could.  Do you want me to?"

"I can take it," you promised.

Picking up the pace slightly, he held you tighter; and you felt each impact a little harder, the sound of his skin on yours echoing around the room.  “Like that?” he asked.

“Yes,” you answered— you meant it more neutral than it came out, it sounded proper pornographic the way you said it, and he smiled.  “More, Tommy, please?  Jus’ want more…”

He hissed but did as he was told, latching onto your neck with his lips as he let something a little more animalistic take over, making you cry out and hold onto him tighter.  “Beautiful,” he grunted, “you’re so beautiful, birdie— you sound beautiful.”

“It’s just ‘cause you’re making me sound like this,” you sighed, clutching at his back, too overwhelmed by pleasure to worry about scratching him up.

“I’m giving you a hickey this time,” he informed you.  “You want my mark on you, don’t you?”

“Yes,” you admitted, “always, Tommy— fuck, always wanted it.”

“‘Cause you’re mine, yeah?”

“Always,” you whimpered.

“A-ah, shit— when it’s time, I'll pull out, okay?" he offered.

"No," you whined, wrapping your legs around his hips.  "Tommy, please, want it inside…"

"Birdie," he breathed roughly, "if you say things like that, I-I'll come too fast."

“Don’t care,” you whimpered.  “Promise you’re gonna come inside me.”

“F-fuck,” he groaned, “erm— yeah, m’gonna come in ya, okay?”

You choked out the shortest sob of joy.  “Please, please— fuck, I’ll come again…”

“Yeah, fuck, c’mon then,” he praised, “just say my name, birdie— I wanna hear my name.”

“Tommy,” you cried, feeling him gasp against your neck as another wave of heat spread over your body; feeling him flex inside you right as you hit your own peak was so perfect.  You could’ve never described your emotions in that moment with words, but they found their way out anyways: you started crying, instantly.

“Don’t cry, birdie, shh,” he soothed quietly, wiping your tears away with his thumb.  “C’mon, darling, don’t cry—”

“N-no, Tommy,” you sniffled, “I’m just happy— I’m so happy, I swear…”

So he let you cry, and held you close to him; he didn’t leave until you fell asleep, even though he said he was just going to get you a washcloth and a cup of water and come right back.  He played with your hair and kissed your face, and just talked about all the normal things you usually talked about— as in, everything.  But this time, it was actually everything, no more hidden feelings.

You didn’t remember falling asleep, but after one of those dreamless sleeps that went by quickly— like you’d only shut your eyes for a few minutes— you woke up tangled with him and his sheets.  Turning on your side as best you could, you looked at his sleeping face and smiled to yourself.  He woke up just a bit later, cutting your staring short, and smiled back at you.

“Top of the morning, my ‘ansum,” you greeted as you pinched his cheek.  He laughed and batted your hand away, hiding his face from the sun under his arm.  

“You kicked me in your sleep,” he grumbled.

“So it’s all over, then?  Final straw, you’re finally getting rid of me?” you joked.

“Mm, I thought about it,” he snorted, making you laugh.  He popped his face up again and started to kiss your face all over.

“Tommy, stop,” you whined.

“You can’t make me stop now,” he pointed out, “it’s one thing to get your best friend to stop kissing you, but your boyfriend?  Nah, m’not stopping.”

You laughed, his hand on your waist pulling you closer to him only making you feel more ticklish and squirm more.  You only stilled when he grabbed your face and gave you a real kiss, and everything seemed to slow down quite a bit.  You kissed him back, properly, reaching up to weave your fingers in his hair.  “So, you’re my boyfriend, then?” you noticed when you broke away.

“No, I think we’re still just friends,” he nodded, and you laughed and shoved him on the chest.  

“Might as well be, everything we did before sayin’ we were only friends,” you admitted.

“I’m whatever you want me to be, birdie,” he promised.

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Joseph Quinn

Long day • you and Joseph after filming

Premiere • while the premiere is taking place you and Joseph have a little time to yourselves SMUT

My world • Can you make a joe quinn one where they are dating since shooting season 4 and now they have interviews of the sesson together reader has been in it since the 1st season and in the interview he getd asked how he fell in love and what he loves about the reader and he gives such a sweet kind of speech and the reader didnt know he thought so and when they are at their hotel cause theh are in Brazil its all sweet and they make love? ^^ SMUT

Copycat • this is kinda based off that one scene in make up. You wake up next to Joseph and you begin to mock him video

A girl crush • hey babee!! could you please do a Joseph fic where reader is a very famous actress ( and also his costar on st4, they both came this season) and he develops a crush on her, meaning him being all nervous around her in interviews etc, and eventually leads to smut with her being a soft dom?!<3

Eddie munson

First time • : you have sex for the first time with your boyfriend Eddie. You have no idea what you're doing, but Eddie's there to take control

Eddie when he hears you cry

Nsfw alphabet • Okie, eddie request! I haven't seen any nsfw alphabet for eddie... Would you do one? If you're not comfortable, i have another idea! Do you think he'd be self-conscious about the place he lives if he dated a upper-class type of girl? <3

For the best • Hello! Could you do an Eddie x Reader fanfic where the reader suffers from anorexia, and Eddie doesn't know about it yet but he starts to pick up on things and gets very concerned and tries to help her. Then when she goes into recovery he reminds of her what's truly important, you know being healthy and alive. Thank youuu if you can!!

Aftercare with Eddie

Mrs Munson • I would usually request angst since I’m that type of person, but since the passing of our beloved Eddie I wanna request a fluff. The reader and Eddie have been dating for 2 years and he decided to pop the question on their anniversary. Like he would put so much detail in the way he would ask the reader🥺🥺🥺

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Lucky | Joseph Quinn x F!Reader

The deep line between Joe’s eyebrows made you frown. You could tell he had a lot of tension to be released. As grateful as he was for his newfound fanbase, it was overwhelming to be thrust into such fame. He wasn’t used to it one bit, but he did his best to handle it all with grace. You soothed the crease between his brows with your fingertips. You drew a line down the slope of his nose before finally cupping his cheeks in your hands.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Your voice was soft and without pressure. Baths were usually a mellow time for the two of you. Words were often unnecessary, too much of an effort when Joe talked to strangers every day for a living. Communicating through the actions of your bodies was more than enough.

Or,

Joe comes home after being away for a month and you welcome him home with a bath.

content warnings: romantic smut [unprotected vaginal penetration], no other warnings bc this shit is so soft

additional notes: i told myself i wasn't gonna write RPF anymore yet here we are :)

word count: 1.8k

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The London flat always felt empty without Joe. Without his shoes lazily kicked off at the front door. Without the collection of water cups on his bedside table.  Without the smell of premium dark roast coffee waking you up in the morning. You were used to him leaving for extended periods of time, but that didn’t mean you enjoyed it. He was finally coming home after almost a month away at fan conventions and press events.  

You’d just finished lighting the last candle in the bathroom when your phone chimed from your back pocket. 

About two minutes from the flat. Can’t wait to see you. 

A text from Joe, punctuated with a kissy-face emoji. You were brimming with anticipation and excitement. Never nervousness, just pure elation to see him again. To be held in his warm embrace. To kiss his soft lips and to be tickled by his scruff. 

You decided that now was a good time to start running the bath, extra hot so that it would be the perfect temperature when Joe finally got home. 

As the water started to fill the tub and the flower petals began to float, you heard shuffling at the front door. He was closer than you thought. 

“Darling? I’m home!” He called from the foyer, exhaustion laced through his words. Your heart was pounding as you ran out of the bedroom. Joe was toeing off his shoes when you reached him. You paused at the edge of the runner just to take in the sight of him. Adidas joggers hung low on his lips, a black fisherman’s beanie hiding his brown curls. He was wearing your favorite gray jumper, the one you wished he hadn’t packed with him. He hadn’t shaved in a while. God, you missed him. 

You ran to him, throwing your arms around his neck and dropping your head to his shoulder. His arms wrapped around your back, squeezing you tightly. His familiar scent invaded your senses, almost making you want to cry at the overwhelming feeling of being back in his presence. He cradled your head in his hand while he kissed your temple. “Missed you so much, m’love,” he mumbled. 

You hummed against him, nodding in agreement. You kissed his neck. “Gotta surprise for you.” 

Joe eased you out of his arms and cupped your face. “Can I kiss you first?” 

“Yes,” you whispered. A small smile rested on your face as you felt joy in your heart and Joe’s lips on yours. The way you picked up a natural rhythm was like he never left. You tossed his beanie off of his head and carded your hands through his unruly hair. Joe’s tongue danced with yours, large hands traveling down your body to refamiliarize himself with your magnificent landmarks. He slipped his hands between the pockets of your jeans, giving your bum a squeeze. You moaned into his mouth and tugged on his hair reactively. Joe drew his lips away slowly and sighed contently. 

“You said something about a surprise?” Joe’s hands were still in your back pockets and it was very distracting. You missed the intimacy you shared with him. His touch was impossible to replicate on your own. It was the way he knew what made you shiver, what made your breath hitch in your throat, what made your toes curl. “Love?”

Right. The surprise. “Bathroom,” you breathed. Joe smirked and removed his hands from your pockets, only to hoist you up and carry you to the destination. He walked down the hall blindly as you couldn’t keep from kissing him. “Careful,” you pecked his lips. “Candles everywhere.” 

Joe set you down on your feet and upon seeing the setup in the bathroom, a warmth spread inside of his chest. Wood wick candles were indeed everywhere, illuminating a pathway to the clawfoot tub that was nearly filled to the brim. You scurried to turn off the faucet and drop in two fizzy bath bombs, making the pink rose petals dance on the surface of the water. 

“Is this for me?” Joe grabbed your hands and pulled you towards him. He rubbed his thumbs over the backs of your palms. He placed a lasting kiss on your forehead, just taking the time to breathe you in. 

“Figured you’d want an evening to relax and unwind,” you whispered. 

“Will you be joining me?” 

“Only if you want me to.” 

Joe promptly snuck his hands under the hem of your shirt, bringing it over your head. Like a teenager all over again, he sucked in a breath when he saw you in the black lacy bralette you bought during your anniversary trip to Italy. FaceTime and polaroids never did you justice. You were a masterpiece that needed to be seen up close and in person. “My darling girl. You’re so beautiful.” 

You smiled at him, tugging off his jumper and t-shirt in one fell swoop. You ran your finger down from his belly button, along his happy trail. You shrugged off his joggers and boxers, surprised at your own reaction when you saw he was semi-hard. “Is this for me?” You asked innocently, repeating Joe’s words from moments before. 

“Only for you, m’love.” Joe fumbled with the buttons of your jeans and pulled them down your legs. He kneeled on the ground to get your feet out. His large hands settled on your hips, his face mere inches away from your core, clothed by matching lace panties. His hands traveled to your bum as he kissed your mound. He kneaded your flesh eagerly and you slotted your fingers through his hair. You tugged at the roots when he kissed over your clit. A shiver went down your spine despite the warmth of his lips and hands. Finally, he slipped his hands beneath the fabric of your panties and let them pool at your ankles. Joe stood up, much to your dismay. He held his hand out to you. “How about that bath?” 

You nodded, tearing off your bralette and following him into the tub. As you both settled into the rosy-hued water, Joe sighed. His eyes closed as his muscles began to relax in the heat. You sat on his lap and played with the hair at the nape of his neck. 

The deep line between Joe’s eyebrows made you frown. You could tell he had a lot of tension to be released. As grateful as he was for his newfound fanbase, it was overwhelming to be thrust into such fame. He wasn’t used to it one bit, but he did his best to handle it all with grace. You soothed the crease between his brows with your fingertips. You drew a line down the slope of his nose before finally cupping his cheeks in your hands. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” Your voice was soft and without pressure. Baths were usually a mellow time for the two of you. Words were often unnecessary, too much of an effort when Joe talked to strangers every day for a living. Communicating through the actions of your bodies was more than enough.  

Joe shook his head, “not yet. Just want to make love to you.” He kissed you tenderly, holding the back of your head in a large hand. His other was beneath the water, massaging your breast. He twisted your nipple between his thumb and index finger, eliciting a moan out of you and into his mouth. 

You reached down to his length, gripping him at the base. Joe bit your bottom lip with a groan. You lifted yourself up, just enough to slide the tip of him between your folds. You lowered yourself onto him gently. It was a strange and unexplainable sensation having Joe inside of you after time away from each other. It was foreign yet familiar. Like rediscovering how well he filled out while also knowing how much pleasure it brought you. 

Joe wrapped his arms around your back, bringing your chest against his. You set a slow pace, lifting and lowering your hips carefully and deliberately. Joe was kissing down your neck, biting and sucking right above your collarbone. His groans reverberated into you, making you clench around him. Waves of water were slipping over the lip of the tub, petals were floating in all sorts of directions, and the crackling of the wood wick candles mingled with the sounds of pleasure falling from both of your lips. 

You were rolling your hips gracefully, having set a romantic pace to constitute lovemaking. You placed your lips over Joe’s, gentle and soft. Tongues brushing against each other delicately. He snaked his hand to your front, finding your clit to rub small circles. “F-feels good,” you mumbled against him. Your skin was on fire and it had nothing to do with the hot water circled around you. No matter how many days or weeks away from each other, Joe could never forget how to make you feel like you were on Cloud 9. 

Joe rutted his hips up into you and bit down on your lip. He was close. You fluttered around him, encouraging him along.“You gonna come, baby?” 

“Y-yes,” Joe’s eyes rolled back. His voice was low and gritty. He felt helpless, like it was his first time all over again. You drove him insane, the craving and deep yearning he had for you was insatiable. He wanted to make you come and come inside of you over and over again, for as long as you’d let him. 

“Go ahead, my love. Please, I want it.” 

Joe dug his fingertips into your waist as he twitched inside of you. An array of colors flashed behind his eyelids from how tight he was squeezing them. You replaced his fingers with your own against your clit, rubbing feverishly to get yourself to your climax. As your walls and clit pulsed with pleasure, you dropped your forehead onto Joe’s shoulder. “F-feels so good.” 

“God, I missed you so much,” Joe kissed your jaw. “Love you even more.” 

“Me, too,” you sighed as Joe began to soften inside of you. You propped your hips up to release from him and sat back down on his lap. “Do you feel better?” 

Joe nodded. “Thank you, darling. For everything. Your video messages for me to wake up to while I was gone, words of encouragement, this welcome home. I’m so lucky to have you.” You booped his nose playfully. You wanted to laugh because it was really the other way around. How did you get so lucky to be by his side? To be his partner and biggest supporter? To be the one to put his shoes and water cups away in the closet and cabinet. To cuddle on the couch and receive unlimited hugs and kisses. No, you were the lucky one. It was a blessing to know and love Joseph Quinn.

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hi love, i am in lovee with your writing. could you d0o a sub eddie x single mother reader, her husband died and she hasnt been with anyone til eddie. kinda age gap

well, this is gonna be long. I put my whole kaylaussy into it.

Eddie Munson x Milf!Reader

Warnings: Age gap(reader is 41, Eddie is 21) Sub!Eddie, Breeding kink, oral(m), cum eating, unprotected sex, creampie, mommy kink, praise kink, cock warming, fluff.

“God, your cooking tastes like Heaven Mrs. Y/L/N,” Eddie praised.

“I told you Eddie, call me by my maiden name or just Y/N and thank you,” you chuckled.

Eddie smiled and finished eating the rice and sushi you prepared. He decided not to go to college and scored a well paying job at the local video store so you decided to treat him. He was a nice boy, extra nice and flirty with you. You tried to tell yourself that’s just how he was and you were old enough to be his mother but fuck.

You hadn’t felt this way in a long time. Not since your husband passed. 

“Be right back,” you said, snapping out of your thoughts to the sound of your daughter crying upstairs then your son following after.

“No no, you pay me to take care of them sometimes, you rest, I’ll go deal with it,” Eddie interrupted, standing up from the table.

“Are you sure?” 

His eyes flickered down to your pouty lips then back to your eyes, “yeah, it’s fine Y/N.”

Your name rolled off his tongue so sweetly.

You smiled at him as he ran upstairs to tend to your children. While he did so, you cleared the table and threw away what you couldn’t finish. You placed the dishes and utensils in the sink and started washing.

“Here, I’ll help,” Eddie offered. You didn’t protest, you allowed him to dry the dishes and pack them away. Your hands brushed multiple times and the sheer sexual tension could be cut with a knife.

“Uh, are they asleep?” you asked.

“They are, we can have some alone time,” he smiled.

You laughed in response, thinking he was joking like he always was but he knew he was dead serious.

You sat on the couch while he placed one of his Ozzy cassettes in the cassette player. As he sat beside you, you saw his hardness. He was always at least half hard when he was around you.

“You know, I always tell my friends you’re my dream woman,” he whispered.

“Eddie, I’m twenty years older than you. There are many pretty girls your age you could get,” you chuckled, almost sounding sad.

He cupped your cheek gently, testing the waters before you melted into his touch. “I don’t care about pretty girls my age. Ever since I saw you, you were the girl I wanted. Give me a chance Y/N, the age gap be damned,” he pleaded, his brown eyes sparking, “I have a job, I can take care of you, take care of the kids. You know I sell on the side too, that can help. We can even have more kids when you’re ready. I’d do anything for you Y/N, I want this life with you.”

By now you were fighting tears. You never thought you would feel like this again but Eddie, he was something else. The age gap be damned.

You thought for a while then nodded happily and soon, he was pulling you on top of him in a lust filled kissed.  

"Mommy," he whimpered softly, making you moan into the kiss. He had one hand on your hip, making you grind on his bulge while the other cupped your cheek.

"Take me upstairs," you panted.

He almost knocked over a few of your family portraits as he took you upstairs to your room, your lips still on his.

“Get on the bed, let mommy make you feel good,” you demanded.

He eagerly obeyed, putting you down and sitting on the bed in anticipation. With your doe eyes on his, you unbuckled his pants and pulled it and his boxers down in one swift motion. He had the prettiest cock you had ever seen and after not having sex for over a year, you desperately needed him inside you. But you were focusing on his pleasure first.

Your soft hands took ahold of his cock gently, stroking it as he sucked in a breath.

“So responsive and I’ve barely touched you,” you whispered. 

You gave the leaking tip a kiss before swirling your tongue around it and collecting the precum. You spat it back on the tip then took all of him into your mouth. 

“Mommy, oh fuck, feels like fucking Heaven,” he managed to say as you took him down your throat. He wasn’t sure where he was, or if what he was experiencing was real, all he knew was that he was loving every second of it. If your mouth felt that good, imagine your pussy.

He tried his best to contain his moans, remembering your children were right down the hall.

“If you keep taking me like that, I’m gonna cum fast,” he moaned. That’s exactly what you wanted.

You sucked enough dicks to be able to take all of him in your mouth and down your throat while your hands massaged his balls. You sucked the sides then licked from the base, all the way to the tip leaking with more precum then taking his dick back into your throat.

“M-mommy, shit, I’m gonna cum. Where do you want it?” he whimpered.

You took him out of your mouth with a dramatic pop and a trail of spit following, “in my mouth.”

He held your head down and bucked his hips before letting his warm seed spurt into your mouth. He always thought you were beautiful but with a mouthful of his cum, you were an angel. And you swallowed too. An absolute goddess.

“Thank you mommy,” he panted, collapsing onto the bed.

You tossed your now wet and ruined panties aside and hovered over his hard length, your knees on either side of him. You hiked your red dress up and slowly sank down on him, both of you gasping at the new feeling.

“You’re so fucking wet mommy. You feel so good,” Eddie moaned, tears slipping down his cheeks.

“Mm, you’re so big,” you praised, allowing yourself to adjust before bouncing.

He sat up and thrusted up into you before pulling your dress down to reveal your breasts and sucking on them.

“I can’t fucking wait until they’re full of milk. Gonna suck them whenever you’re full,” he panted.

“Well, make it happen,” you said.

“W-what do you mean?”

“I mean, fuck your babies into me so my breasts can be full of milk again. Get me pregnant Eddie,” you begged.

“Fucking hell, you can’t say shit like that mommy.”

“I mean it. Fill me up Eddie. Fuck your babies into me.”

He gripped your hips bruisingly as you rode his cock and spelt your name. His eyes rolled all the way back into his head and he moaned out feeling your walls clench and pulsate around him, He’d never felt anything like it before. He’d never felt anything better.

“Oh God baby, mommy’s gonna cum, Take me there, make me cum,” 

He lifted you up and placed you on your back, his cock not leaving you. He began pounding into you, both his hands on your hips as he brought you over the edge. 

“Good boy, good job, you’re so good to me,” you moaned, as sweet release washed over you and your back arched off the bed.

He pushed your legs back to your chest, chasing his own orgasm as he fucked into you. 

“C’mon sweet boy. Cum for me, cum for your mommy. Fill me up with your babies. Fuck your babies into me. Make me a mommy again,” you cried. 

Your words brought him over the edge and you moaned in satisfaction as his warm cum filled your pussy up and slowly began to leak out of you. 

“Keep your cock inside me all night. Don’t let any of it go to waste,” you said.

He laid on the bed and pulled you on top of him, slipping his cock inside you and holding you tight. He kissed all over your exposed skin, giving you the love you never thought you would experience again.

“I can’t wait to raise these babies with you, to start this life with you. Fuck, I can’t believe you’re mine.”

[eddieplsdropkickme]

The devil wears eyeliner

because eyeliner is metal too

summary: How does applying pencil liner to Eddie while straddling him eventually end up with him crying most of it off? 

Includes: sub eddie, mommy kink (not overused), choking, begging, crying, established relationship, unprotected p in v sex, spit as lube, cowgirl position

Word count: 5.4k

“Hun, you have to hold still.” You say sternly with your cheap black pencil liner in one hand and Eddies chin in the other as he sits up against your headboard. You’ve been straddling him in just your underwear and his extra large band tee, trying to apply eyeliner to him for the past 20 minutes. It should only have taken maybe a little over 5 but this man cannot sit still for shit. He’s been fluttering his eyelids open, even when you told him to keep them closed, trying to tickle your waist after complaining about how you’re ‘pressing too hard’, and even open his mouth dramatically to try and bite your hand near his face. 

His pretty and big brown eyes open to look up at you. “I am still, what are you talking about?” he jokes, knowing damn well he’s been flinching and doing his worst at keeping his head still. He can’t help but be a tease. He loves seeing you in his clothes, thighs exposed, straddling him, face so focused on applying the eyeliner that your tongue pokes out.  

You sarcastically roll your eyes at him. “Stop trying to tickle me! Here-” you grab his palms off your waist and move them to your thighs “- keep your hands here, and just stay still for me, ok?”

“As you wish, milady.” he says through a dorky grin. He closes his eyes again, letting you go back to gently dragging the pencil along his eyelid, his smile now relaxing and fading. You smudge it a little bit at the center of the lid to smooth your lines together since they look a little spotty due to his flinching. You finally get to smudge out your last upper line, moving onto his lower lids. His blunt finger tips begin to drum out some random beat on your thighs. Your hand that was once on his chin moves to his exposed shoulder, now that his head is more stable.

The skin of his shoulder is warm and smooth, exposed due to his panty droppingly tight black tank top paired with black ripped jeans and belt chains. As you’re smudging out the liner on his lower lid, your eyes are caught on his exposed collar bones and chest tattoos peaking out from the low neckline of his tank. His typical guitar pick necklace is resting over his calmly rising and falling chest, adding to his overall look. His smell of smoke, weed, and strong masculine deodorant fills your nose. You gulp, suddenly realizing how close his ringed hands are traveling up your thighs and reaching behind to grip your-

“Hey, Eddie!” you jolt. His eyes are still closed, but a boyish giddy smile is now on his face, revealing those cute dimples of his. 

Cheeky bastard.

“You can keep your hands on me if you stay still..” you say as you bring your hand back up to his closed eyes. You finish up smudging your final spots and then twist to the side to grab the hand mirror you placed on your bed. 

“Take a look.” you say as you hand Eddie the mirror. You feel the warmth of one of his ringed hands move off of your rear to grab the mirror. He looks at himself and his eyes widen.

“Woah…” his voice trails off, going quiet as he tilts his head to both sides to see his eyes. He then gets excited and opens his mouth, tongue falling out confidently with a weird little noise following. You giggle at his reaction. 

“So you like it?” you ask.

“Of course!” he turns away from his reflection to look at you. “Thanks, babe.” He pecks a kiss of gratitude to your lips.

You take your mirror from him and get off his lap to put it up. His large shirt you’re wearing rides up just above the lower curves of your ass, just barely exposing it, but still enough for him to catch a glimpse. He smiles a grin you cant see while poking his tongue out, running it across his smiling upper lip.

He’s reminded of how it slaps back at his hips, waves of your flesh moving with every thrust when they slam into you, over and over, in and out. 

You turn around now that the mirror is set aside safely, and your eyes meet his face.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing– you just look cute as hell in my clothes, sweetheart.”

He’s still leaning back on your head board, chin angled down now as he eyes you. His eyes look so much darker and deeper with the eyeliner surrounding them. He pats his thighs, gesturing you to come back to straddling him. You walk over to your bed and climb up to swing your thighs over his lap as his arms open up widely to accept you.

Your hands rest on his neck and his head falls forward to your shoulders. His head shifts down to look at your body, left hand rising to pinch the fabric of the shirt you’re wearing between his fingers. Your hands now go up to his hair. You stroke his head as his left arm comes down to your right side, circling around your waist, pulling you into him.

“Something wrong, Ed?”

“I just, really wanna kiss you..” he mumbles, ever so shyly into your shoulder. “You just look so cute.”

Your face warms up at his confession, as well as his sudden shyness. 

“Is that really all you want to do?” you lower your tone as you question him, knowing he’s probably not being fully honest with you.

He lets out one singular exhale of a laugh and lifts his face to look at you. “Absolutely not.” He smiles up at you and grabs the elastic part of your underwear, pulling it back and letting it go so it snaps on your skin. You yelp and grab his face pulling his lips to your own. 

You’re smiling against his mouth as your lips mold together in a wet open mouth kiss. His hands lift off your rear to match up to your clothed waist. You can feel the heat of his large palms through your shirt. You can hear his nose exhale as well as your own as you both make out. Your tongues come out to slip into each others mouths, and you start to feel wetness coat your underwear.

His rough hands move up your back, brushing over your shoulder blades and back down the curves of your back as he leans off the headboard to aline his chest to yours. The action of his chest now pressing up on your own as you kiss him makes your hips slide forward. He gets butterflies at the action of your hips sliding closer to him so he brings his palm to the bottom of your shirt and moves his hands underneath it. The surprise of his blunt finger tips, heated palms, cold rings on your bare skin makes you exhale on his lips. 

His hands slide back down your skin to the front of your abdomen. He lowers them so his fingers can grip front of your shirt as he breaks the kiss. You look down at him confused, but he just moves his wet pink lips to ask a question. 

“Can I?” he says, and you think he’s referring to taking your shirt off so he can kiss your chest. You nod, but instead he lifts your shirt just enough to tuck his head fully underneath it and pull it over his full head of hair. His hands travel to your waist then up to your tits.

“Well, hello again pretty girls..” He says from under your shirt with a smile you can practically hear.

Why does he have to be such an idiot when he’s horny… You ask yourself while laughing with your mouth closed and lips pressed together in and effort to keep your laugh tame. 

“Eddie, you idiot-” but your lighthearted insult is cut off buy his hot mouth surrounding your nipple. His hands grab and squeeze on both your breasts as if he’s begging for them to never leave his grip. Your hands move to his shoulders, much too big to fit under the shirt with you, as you dig your fingers into them. His eyes shut at your grip, shamefully enjoying your harsh touch. 

You start to exhale faster at the attention his mouth is giving your nipples. He bites them lightly, then sucks harshly, and finally circles is tongue around them to sooth the pain. You flinch and arch at his actions going on under your shirt, the coat of wetness on your underwear getting wetter. 

His efforts continue, but you want to be the one to make him shudder now. You lift your shirt over his frizzy hair, unintentionally pulling some of it forward to fall over his face. Your shirt slides back down over your torso, his hands still on your skin. You yank his hair back harshly, making him wince in pleasure. The grip he has on you becomes tighter, then relaxes. With his neck exposed, you tilt your head to give wet hasty kisses on his heated skin. You lick a stripe up his neck to his earlobe, giving it a tug between your teeth, making him exhale in your ear. He whimpers out a curse, now squeezing you tighter, without loosening. 

Your fingertips trace over his collar bone to the strap of his tank top to slide it down over his shoulder to expose more skin. You begin to bite and suck on the flesh above his collarbone, close to the curve of his shoulder. His hands under your shirt begin to slide down, ringed fingers slip beneath your underwear, gripping your bare ass and rolling your hips forward.

“Come on sweetheart, you know I like it rougher than that.” He rasps lowly, wanting you to bite him harder and suck darker bruises onto his skin. He’s such a sucker for harsh, mean looking, hickeys.

You pull back, mouth detaches off his skin. Your eyes meet his as you smile down at his lips while licking your own. “And you know I like you better with your shirt off.” you say with a cheeky tone, eyes lifting up back to his own, looking even hotter with eyeliner. 

Fuck, he’s gotta wear eyeliner more often.

Now he’s quickly pulling his shirt off over his head at a desperate speed. He throws the tank top to the floor, shaking the hair out of his face. Your eyes look to admire his bareness. One side of his neck, shoulder, and collar bone littered with a line of weak hickeys and teeth marks. You can see a slight glimmer form your saliva left over on his skin, too. You let your jaw go slack, preparing to make those hickeys much darker. You tell him to slide back so he can lay on the bed horizontally while crawling off of him so he can adjust himself.

You climb back on top, your panty covered crotch sitting on top of his own jean covered one. You place a hand on the back of his head and one on his shoulder, turning his neck to the side. leaning down, your breasts push into his chest making his head spin with perverted thoughts, even though they’re completely covered by a band tee. His band tee. 

You begin biting so hard on his previous bruises that he winces in pain and grabs ahold of you out of pure reflex. His large hands grip at your shirt, veins bulging and knuckles whitening, eyes squeezing shut. His body shifts under your own, squirming in pain, yet he’s making groans and whimpers of pleasure. Wetness at his eyelids begins to form, slightly dampening his liner, but no tears fall. 

“Fuck yes, thats more like it.” he groans and sighs out, making you practically feel your heart beat in your pussy. You lick over his bites and then suck harshly, deepening the colors on his skin. The slick drenching your underwear is becoming unbearable. You need some sort of friction, some sort of contact, a release even. 

You rise up off of him, looking down at his marked up neck, shoulders, and tattooed chest. He’s breathing just as heavy as you are, dark eyes circled with now damp liner, mouth open letting shakey breaths come out, dark brown curly hair surrounding your pillow under him. His hands fall from your shirt to the bed as you slide down his body, placing kisses down his abdomen.

His head lifts off the pillows to follow your every move on him. Your kisses come down to a stop once you reach the button on his jeans. You raise your head to look at his eyes, staring you down lustfully. “Do you want to take these off for me?” you say to him with a smile. His hands are already rushing down to his pants to remove them the moment your question leaves your lips. You also move off him to quickly remove your underwear, feeling a line of clear wetness connecting your underwear to your center. 

Eddie lays back in his same position with his dick now fully hard as you climb on top of him. His ringed hands travel to your thighs on either sides of his hips, squeezing them. You let your core hover over his firm length thats laying flat against his stomach. You lift your shirt up, but still keeping it on, as you grind your wetness on the skin of his shaft, not letting it enter you yet. 

Your hips slowly roll over his veins from his base up to his tip, leaving a trail of your wetness from bottom to top, only slicking up the parts your folds are touching. Eddie can hear how wet you are, and he cant take his eyes off of your pussy grinding on his shaft. He thinks it’s so erotic to rub your core all over him and throw your head back at the contact, letting him know that any part of his dick feels good as long as its touching you in some way. He can hear your breathing increase as your hips roll forward faster, practically putting on a whole show for him. 

He tucks his lower lip in his mouth at the sight, eyebrows slanting downward, exhaling hard through his nose. “Fuck-” he curses under his breath.

Your head comes down to look at his dark eyes, but they aren’t looking at yours. They are fixated on your pussy, the way your folds drape over his shaft leaving wet proof of your arousal. You lift your hips to tease him, but you don’t expect his eyes to fixate harder on something else. 

“Wait wait- do that again.” he begs, tapping on your thigh. You put your pussy back on him and then lift it again much slower, and he practically melts at the sight of your slick connecting clear strands between your pussy and the hard shaft of his dick. 

“Holy fuck, thats really hot…” he says breathlessly. You lightly chuckle down at him. You lower your shirt back down and bring your head to hover over his face, coming down to kiss his pretty pink and plump lips. The teasing helped you alleviate the ache of needing your wetness touched, but now you just want more. His hands move to grip your angled up ass tightly, bringing a moan out of you as your lips are still on him.

Your kiss with him comes to an end as quickly as it started so you could lift up straight and take tug your shirt off over your head. His eyes– looking extra sensual with all that eyeliner still surrounding them– stare at your now naked body on top of his own. He licks his lips as he takes your body in, lowering back to sit on the curve of his shaft again. 

“You look so pretty on top of me, doll face.” His hands travel up from your ass to your thighs, then hips, then to your waist. He gulps. “Can you, um- maybe move faster?” his voice is shaking with arousal. 

The smile that you have on your face is patronizing. “Aw. like this?” your hips grind on him at a steady pace, which you know isn’t the fast pace he wanted. 

“damn it, y/n” he whines at you, “cmon, please…”

“Please what?”

Your folds still drag on him lazily, not moving any faster. He bucks up onto them, hoping that it will give him more of that wet sticky friction he craves.

“please stop teasing-” he sighs “fuck, please..”

At this point, he’s practically asking for you to ride him, wanting him inside of you this time. 

“Do you want me to fuck you, then? Yes or no, Eddie.” 

“Yes- yes, please” his voice rushes out. “God damn it, fuck yeah I do.”

You lift your leaking folds off his shaft and raise your hips in the air so your mouth, rather than your core, is directly above his glistening dick as you sit up. 

You let spit fall from your mouth and slowly drip on his dick, mixing with your slick. You lift your hand to grab it, giving it a few pumps. His hips push up into your fist, trying to fuck it by himself. “Stay still, Eddie.” you mutter to him, making his shoulders and chest shrink down in needy disappointment, wanting to continue fucking himself in your hand. 

You bring your hand that was wrapped around his shaft a few inches from the side of his face. “Spit.” you say, and he turns his shoulders to lift his head over your palm and spit into it. 

“Good boy.”

Blood rushes to his dick at your praise.

Your palm, now covered in his spit, comes to lather up his dick. Your hand effortlessly slips from bottom to top, squeezing harder when your palm meets around his tip. He exhales heavier at your technique, fighting back the urge to just fuck his dick up into your hand until he’s cumming all over it.

You grab his hand with your unoccupied one, guiding his fingers to your wetness. 

“Feel that?” you ask him, his fingers sliding over your slit as he nods, tucking his lips into a needy flat line. 

“Hear that?” you say, referring to the sounds of how wet you are. He gulps and lets his middle finger slide into you. You spit into your hand and rub it into his dick again as you shudder at his finger slipping in and out of you. 

Noises of your wetness with his own as you rub him faster fill your bedroom, along with your sighing and a groan escaping Eddie’s lips. You grab his hand that was fingering you and guide his fingers into his mouth, making him taste you. He obliges, licking up your wetness while watching you on top of him.

Your hand stops rubbing him and you hover your hips over his shaft, guiding his tip to your entrance. His finger leaves his mouth and his tongue darts out to lick his lips.

You sink your hips onto him while your hands lay flat on his chest, bracing yourself at the stretch. His veins that your folds were just gliding over are now kissing your walls inside you. His head bends back into the pillow behind him as he grips your hips, giving them a squeeze. 

“ha.. shit, so warm- you’re so warm.” he whimpers, large brown eyes with eyeliner shut and reopen to look at your pussy after it completely swallows him. You slowly lift up and sink back down again. You gasp at the feeling of his thick shaft filling you, then your hips raising so just his firm tip is inside and slamming back down. 

You keep a steady pace of just slowly lifting and harshly coming back down, making his mouth go slack as he only breathes though those perfect lips of his. 

“Oh god, please babe, I’m begging you.. go faster” he moans.

“Oh really? Thats not convincing.” you tease him, hand coming up to wrap around his throat lightly, which only makes him even more needy, since he likes it so much better when you choke him harder than this. 

He whines. “y/n, please”

“Try again.”

“Jesus, fuck- y/n, please, please. I’ll be a good boy, I’ll do anything, just go faster.”

You get butterflies and clench your walls around him tightly at his whines. “Much better, Eddie.” You smile down at him, slamming your hips down faster, causing the bed to shake and his body to twitch with every movement. His eyes squint in pleasure, stomach tightening, legs shaking. His grip on your hips gets firmer.

You moan and let your head fall back, taking your hand off his throat to push your hair away. You notice how he looks underneath you, hair messily laying around his pleasured face, dark hickeys and bite marks all along his neck and shoulders, wet lips parting from each other to let all his noises out, chest tightening- its so obvious he’s feeling so good.

Your hand comes back down to wrap around his throat lightly again. 

“You like this, don’t you baby boy?”

“Mhmm” he whispers, eyes rolling back as you choke harder, hot tears starting to form around his eyes.

“Yeah, you like when I use you like this? hm?” 

He nods at your words, a singular weak tear comes out only about an inch far from its source. The tear picks up some of his eyeliner so it has black specs in it, depositing it onto his face.

“Say it, use your words” you start to pant, continuing to roll your hips on him at that fast pace. 

“Shit- yes mommy-” You abruptly stop rolling your hips, your now wide eyes meeting his widened ones as both his hands slap over his mouth to cover it entirely. He’s shocked by what came out of him. Your hand lifts off his throat.

“Oh fuck- I’m sorry” his muffled embarrassed rambles rush out quickly. He’s been wanting to call you that for so long, it just slipped out “I was- it was supposed to be ‘yes ma’am’ but, I’m sor-” 

“I really dont give a shit, just say it again.” you command, grabbing his wrists with both your hands, taking his hands off his mouth. You lean forward a bit to pin them down firmly on either side of his head. You’re completely turned on by his secret mommy kink, and all you want to do now is make him cry as much of that eyeliner off as he can. 

You start fucking him again, hips raised now at a different angle since you’re leaning forward. You glide up and down on him, nice and easy, purposely squeezing your walls around him every time you rise up along his shaft. He bites his lips, trying to keep his mouth shut.

“Say it, Eddie.” you spit out, and he shudders at your harshness. He ashamed of how aroused it makes him. He feels so perverted… but so good…

“Fuck mommy,” he cries out with a whimper that drives you crazy, “harder. Fuck me harder.”

You start to pick up the pace slam your hips down, faster and rougher, just how he likes it. Your hands on his wrists grip around harder, nails digging into them because of how good you’re feeling. Curses and moans leave your mouth.

“I’m gonna use both hands on you now ok?” you say through a moan, referring to placing both hands on his throat, and he gets visibly excited.

He shows all his teeth in the smile he gives you, dimples appearing again. “Oh shit, you don’t know how much I want that.”

You exhale a short small laugh at him as you stop bouncing on his dick temporarily. “Just tap my arm several times if it’s too much, then.”

You slide both your hands off his wrists to move them over to his neck. Layering your fingers over him, you start squeezing, firmly but not roughly, experimenting how much pressure you really need to use on him.

You then continue riding him at your pace from a few seconds ago. Rolling your hips, bouncing on him roughly making your tits shift up and down along with your body. 

Now you have both your hands wrapping around his throat, choking him as he drools. His big hands move from off the mattress they were pinned to, and up to grab your forearms as tears fall from the pain and pleasure he’s receiving. The tears pick up the eyeliner from his eyes and drag them down the sides of his face as he smiles a fucked out open mouthed grin, beginning to go only slightly lightheaded from the choking. 

“You look so pretty like this, Eddie baby - oh fuck - crying all that eyeliner off for me.” you can’t help but moan at the sight.

He lets a choked whimper come out from your praise. His hips buck up, a reaction to feeling so stirred up by your dominance, by you using his dick like its all your own, like it belongs to you.

The thoughts make his stomach flutter and tighten, he cries even more. He wants you to choke him harder and ride him rougher.

“More.” he rasps out.

You lift your fingers off his neck.

“Speak up, pretty boy.”

“Want you to choke me harder” he says in one rushed breath.

Your hips slowly and sensually roll on him, catching your breath. “You’re the cutest,” you say to him, out of breath, “but I know you can ask me better than that.”

He gulps, knowing what you mean. He blinks lazily, chest rising quickly, licking his lips in anticipation. 

“shit, please mommy” he whines, “be rough with me, I want it”

Your hips roll a little faster.

“Again.” you command

“Jesus christ, I need it. Use me, fuck me, ah shit- shit! Hurt me, I don’t care…” 

“Again” you full on moan

“please, please-” he lets all these ‘pleases’ fall from his lips, voice getting higher after each one. He’s impatiently bucking up into you, making his dick meet your thrusts at a thigh clenching pace.

“Thats it baby, there it is.” both your hands now return to his neck, choking so hard that his tongue begins to come out a little bit, his eyes flutter and roll back, ringed hands gripping at your forearms. He’s shuddering so much, you think he must be close to reaching his climax with the way his voice is trembling and his rough hands grip you. You keep moaning at the sight.

The cut off of his circulation that your hands are providing him makes his head dizzy. His vision blurs, he can feel his heart beat in his temples. He taps out, patting your arm signaling for you to release his neck. You quickly do, placing your hands on his chest, watching his face closely. 

“You ok?” you breath out to him and he nods quickly. He lets rushed and raspy breaths leave his plump lips, corners of his mouth wet with drool. Pink swollen lips quivers as he nears his orgasm and new hot tears fall. 

“My good boy, you took it so well.” You smile down at his dizzy, unfocused eyes. Streaks of tears with eyeliner paint his beautiful face.

“Oh fuck, I’m so close- so close sweetheart-” he cries out loudly, voice dry and cracked, head whipping back onto the pillow. He curses and whines out ‘fuck’ over and over again. His words slur together as he loses his composure. 

“Not yet,” you whine, “hold it.”

Hands on his chest begin to squeeze him, and you start to near your own climax. You want to see how far he can hold it for you, how long you can keep him on edge. How much can he plea before he just cant speak normally anymore.

His trembling sweaty hands are now squeezing so hard on your thighs that the skin molds tightly around his grip, creating little hills of flesh between his thick fingers. Blunt nails start to press into your skin. His bottom lip is being bitten so hard by his upper row of teeth that is turns from pink to red, nearly drawing blood. Holding back an orgasm is so much harder for him than you thought.

Your hand comes down to your mound, middle finger finding your clit to rub quick circles on it. This causes heat to rush from your face to your arms, stomach, and legs, making your whole body stimulated. Your pussy involuntarily clenches around him.

Eddies heart skips a beat and his breath is caught in his throat.

“No, no- ‘m gonna cum if you keep doing that.” his voice comes out sounding like he’s about to cry again.

You’re moaning louder now. 

“Hold it, hold it-” you’re so close.

“I cant mommy, please!” he repeats over and over ‘let me cum, let me cum’ each whine more pitchier than the last. He’s shaking harder than ever, his grip on you becomes painful. 

The stimulation you give your clit makes your head fall back and shoulders shake violently as you begin to feel the beginning of your orgasm grow in your stomach. 

“Cum, Eddie.”

You ride out your own climax while he’s still cumming inside you. He whimpers out ‘thank you’ twice in one breath so they come out very airy and light. Your face is hot as you feel tingles in your cheeks. Sweat appears on your back, face, and neck as shivers and trembles run through your body. Cum from both of you, as you still fuck yourself on him, creates a runny cream colored ring at the end oh his base, spilling onto his pubic area, trickling down his balls. 

He trembles at the warm liquid spilling around on him, hands still on your hips but his grip is loose. All you can hear is his vocal groans through his gritted teeth mixed with your whines as you come down from your high. 

You stop bouncing once you’re both finished, and just stay sitting on his dick. Your thighs burn from how over worked they are and your chest heaves. Eddie stares at your tired face and moving breasts as your chest rises from breathing.

“Heh,” he chuckles, “hot.”

Your breathing is deep and slow as you look down, getting an eye-full of his flushed and red fucked out face with dried streaks of dark eyeliner. He has small strands of curls clinging to his forehead and neck. You half smile at him, too tired to fully move muscles in your face. 

“Yeah, your secret mommy kink is very hot” you tease. 

He had nearly forgotten that he called you that since he was so focused on the way his orgasm shaked him up. His fingers, glittering with his rings, come up to shyly rub one of his eyes, accidentally smearing the eyeliner more.

“Oh god, y/n, please don’t.” he tiredly chuckles, voice coming out dryly. He begins to barely soften in you.

A sigh leaves your lips. “Too late. There are 2 things you need to do more often now.” you say as you begin to raise off of him.

“And what’s that?” his eyebrow lifts as he watches you.

You swing a leg off of him and collapse next to his head. Then, bringing yourself up on your forearms, you turn your face to meet his smeared eyes.

“Well for one, you need to wear eyeliner more often.”

“And two?”

You bring your voice to a whisper with another half smile. “I think you know exactly what two is.”

He shyly turns his head away from you, but you catch a smile on his face before its fully out of your vision. He whispers under his breath a ‘god damn it’ and you find his bashfulness extremely cute. 

His head turns back to you. “Ok, ok. Fine for both. But-”

You raise an eyebrow at him in confusion. 

“You gotta choke me like that with both hands again.” you both giggle stupidly. “Because that shit-” he whistles out a note “-that’s hot. Like, hot as hell.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.●∘◦❀◦∘●.* :☆ﾟ. ───

took me way too long to write this, y’all. 

i like how i didnt make the mommy kink excessive to the point where it gets over used and loses its effect. lmk if theres anything you really liked about my writing in this fic so i know what to continue doing :)

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➵ watch me, eddie munson

in which eddie shows you how to pleasure yourself in the mirror.

i’m also accepting requests, so don’t be afraid to send any <3.

your skin heated up in the humid air of your room as you took a deep breath. less then a millimeter was your boyfriend looking at you through the crystal clear mirror almost expectantly.

“you ready, princess?” eddie’s eyebrows raised upward at you.

you knew exactly how you got into this position.

you had came to your boyfriend about inquiries of…mutual masturbation…as you’d put it, mostly, because for some reason, you couldn’t cum by your own fingers.

you were curious and had already gone to robin for advice on how to fully be able to orgasm at something that wasn’t at the hands of your boyfriend, so she had advised that maybe you needed to try something where you got yourself off, only with slight help from eddie.

the master plan immediately began to devise in your head.

you had gone to your boyfriend’s trailer and explained to him your pressing concerns, and of course he’d laughed it off.

“and what’s so funny?” you glared. “there could be something wrong with me, edward!”

eddie had giggled again at the use of his full name. “babe, are you saying that you can’t make yourself cum? i know my dick is good, but shit, i didn’t think it was that good” he teased, although he already knew the answer. you were inexperienced. eddie being the only person you’ve been with, you’ve never even touched yourself before you got with him.

when eddie had gotten hold of the obvious serious look on your face, he cleared his throat. “what have you tried?”

“my hands, my fingers, my fuckin’ hairbrush—“ you scoffed as you patted your thigh in defeat. “i was just wondering if you can help me—“

“have an orgasm,” eddie finished for you.

“without having sex,” you nodded. “it’s so embarrassing—“

eddie immediately grabbed your hand, cutting you off. “not embarrassing, babe. you lost your virginity not too long ago. by me, of course—“ you smacked your boyfriend’s chest with a roll of your eyes at his unsubtle cockiness. “but you shouldn’t be hard on yourself at all. you obviously don’t know a lot of things when it comes to sex, and i don’t expect you to. we learn as we go.”

“okay, so can you teach me?” you asked with hopeful eyes. “obviously i’m asking you, because you’re the only one who can seem to make me cum.”

“there’s a lot of things the dungeon master is good at,” eddie stood up and removed his leather jacket, tossing it somewhere on his bef. “and getting his girlfriend to cum is one of them.”

so now here you were, ten minutes later, completely naked in front of your clothed boyfriend who admired you graciously through his long body-length mirror.

your breathing couldn’t help but deepen as you thought more about everything. you had no idea why you were still so nervous being around eddie, he’s had you dick-dumb in so many different positions, there was nothing to surprise or disgust him about your body.

but your boyfriend could immediately sense your hesitance, so he placed his large hand on your stomach and lightly pulled your naked form into his clothed body.

“hey,” he said softly. “this is on your terms. we stop when you want to, okay? i’m only here to help and guide you.”

you take in his words and nod your head once you remembered that you could always trust your boyfriend. eddie took your head nod as a signal to interlock his fingers with yours, keeping you underneath his hand.

from your tummy, both of your hands trailed down to your cunt that was already dripping with arousal. whether it was from eddie’s presence or your built up anticipation of him touching you, you weren’t sure.

you feel eddie’s fingers curl around yours, guiding you to touch your labia. when your hand stiffened lightly, he quietly lulled you in relaxation by taking slight control. eddie uses his middle and ring finger to rub small circles around your clit area, slightly prepping you.

after a minute or so, he holds his hand up in the air for you to get a look at your slick completely coating his already pruned fingers. eddie then brings his hand over to your mouth, silently gesturing for you to suck on it.

without hesitation, you suck your arousal off your boyfriend’s fingers, taking the time to swirl your tongue around his soaked raisin skin, moaning against it.

“put your hand over mines whenever you’re ready,” he instructed lowly. you nod your head and unconsciously begin to feel your hips lightly buck into his direction.

eddie wastes no time in shoving his finger into your hole, instantly stretching you out. out of instinct, you throw your head back against his shoulder, but he quickly hauls you up with the use of his free hand.

“watch me, princess,” he ordered as he began pumping his digits in and out of you. “y’take me so well, baby. look at your little hole opening up for me.” you gaze falls lower to where the magic had been hapening, and you see your cunt gaping at the constant loss of eddie’s fingers.

when he shoves it back in, you nearly feel electricity jolt through your body. eddie takes his time with you, punping his two fingers in and out of you slowly, edging you each time. within a few minutes, he’s speeding up his pace and lightly gripping onto your breasts.

to add stimulation to his act, eddie grabs the base of your neck and gives it a light squeeze, sending your eyes rolling to the back of your head. with your hips thrusting into his touch and the small pressure around your neck, you were sure you were in some sort of heaven.

your moans are angelic as you find the urge to place your hand over eddie’s. in one swift movement, he switches your hands so that your fingers were now pumping in and out of your cunt, and he was simply guiding you.

the slick from his fingers were dripping all over your own, acting as a temporary lubricant as you carefully rubbed your clit. pleasure stimulated all throughout your veins, sending you over the edge.

as your body eventually started to give out and collapse forward, eddie used his free hand to wrap around the curve of your fleshy waist and haul you upright against his warm body. it didn’t take an idiot to feel the tightness of the tent his jeans had been creating against your ass, and you tried your hardest not to moan at the sensation.

though eddie was practically rock hard watching you explore yourself, he knew that tonight was all about you. and he’d be damned if he even thought about letting you leave without making yourself cum at least twice.

and to his predictions, he was able to get you there within a few minutes.

“oh, god, eddie!” you cried out, feeling your body shake against your touch. with an ample shake of your legs, you finally came against your fingers, but eddie didn’t stop there.

“good girl. such a good girl, look at you, baby,” he praised, genuinely proud of you. “come on, let me get one more out of you, hmm? i wanna have my fun.”

you let out a weak whimper, already too fucked-out to even respond properly. from the drop of your hand, eddie takes the reigns from you and continues to thrust his fingers in and out of your throbbing hole.

you felt your lids begin to droop over your eyes with tiredness, but you’re jolted awake when a harsh slap hits your tit. “c’mon, princess,” eddie harshly encouraged, speeding up the violent pace of his fingers.

“‘s too much,” you whined, throwing your head back against his shoulder. eddie grabs the base of your neck and forces you to look into the mirror again.

“look at me, y/n,” he ordered darkly. “look how good i’m making you feel, hmm? keep your pretty eyes on me, baby.”

you do as told, panting and heaving when you feel an unfamiliar sensation tie in your stomach. “eddie, i don’t feel good,” you whisper.

eddie continues with his fast movements. “what do you mean, baby?”

“f-feel like i have to p-p—“ your words are cut short when a bunch of liquid erupts from your cunt and onto eddie’s mirror, resulting in you screaming loudly. you feel the way you do when you normally orgasm, but this tike it was different.

you squirted.

eddie abruptly stops his movements in shock, eyes bulging at the erotic scene before him. in the spot of the mirror that isn’t covered in your fluids, your boyfriend could see the hole of your cunt gaping at the loss of his contact.

you lean forward, exhausted as you try to catch your breath.

a bright smile makes its way to eddie’s pink lips. “we’re beating that next time.”

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Warnings: MDNI

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How about a short one with mechanic!Eddie getting head from waitress!reader during both their lunch breaks? Maybe them almost getting caught?

I'm so sorry this took me so long!!! But I'm back to writing now!!

Warnings: SMUT, 18+ please!!!!!, the ask is pretty self explanatory... kinda just blow job goodness I guess lol

You sat down on your little chair in the corner of the garage, tapping your foot against the concrete floor as you waited for Eddie to finish whatever task he was working on. He did try to explain to you why it was urgent and why he couldn’t put it off, but the words didn’t make too much sense to you. You just nodded and assured him you didn’t mind waiting, but the food was getting cold and your lunch break was almost over. The only thing that didn’t bother you as you sat and waited for him was the sight of him - hair up in a shitty bun, sweat pouring down his temples and his biceps flexing on full view since he had ripped the sleeves of his Hellfire shirt a couple of days after he started working at the garage. But no matter how mouth watering the sight was, you couldn’t have been happier to see him finally throw his tools to the side and walk over.

“I’m so sorry it took me so long, baby, I promise I’ll make it up to you tonight” Eddie sighed, wiping his hands on the side of his jeans.

“It’s perfectly fine” you smiled and cupped his cheeks to kiss his lips. “I love myself a hard working man”

“Do you?” he laughed.

“Oh yes, and you don’t need to make it up to me at all”

You didn’t know where all of this came from. Suddenly you couldn’t keep your hands off of him. Eddie didn’t really mind, but he was sweaty, full of grease and smelled like oil, while your hair was still as neatly done as it had been in the morning, your perfume tickled his nostrils and your little waitress uniform made him feel like you were from two different worlds. He so wanted to touch you, to run his hands all over your body, to feel every inch of you - to destroy this perfect harmony you had surrounded yourself in. But it was the middle of the day, you both had jobs to go back to, and so he knew he had to wait. 

You went back in for another kiss and pressed yourself all against his body. It burned inside of him - the need to just grab your hips and pull you closer, but he knew better than that, so he just sank into the kiss, played your game just a bit longer and then pulled away with a soft, longing tug on your bottom lip.

“Don’t get me going right now, Y/n, please” he sighed as he pulled away from you, “I’m disgusting, I can’t even touch you”

“But I want lunch” you pouted.

“I’ll go wash my hands and we can eat outside”

“No” you shook your hand and grabbed a fistful of his shirt, “Not that lunch”

“Y/n…”

“Please!!” you whined, pushing yourself up on your tiptoes and putting on your best smile, “I’ll be fast, Edddie, please! You know you can’t resist me that long anyway, not when I-”

“Wow, ok, none of that here!” he belted to drown out your words. Eddie looked from side to side and threw his coworker a nervous smile, dismissing the man’s confused look. “Don’t say stuff like that around these guys, they’re animals”

“Fuck them!” you scoffed, “Come on, come on, come on, I want you, Eddie. Now!”

“I feel disgusting, doll” he sighed and pecked your lips, “Look at my hands”

You completely ignored his hands. “Eddie, you didn’t work on that engine with your dick, come on!” you cried and leaned in to whisper in his ear, “I wanna make sure this lipstick really is blow job proof”

“Jesus, Y/n, I-”

He was flushed, but you had never had him deny you for so long before. “I’m sorry, it’s totally fine if you aren’t in the mood-”

“Aren’t in the mood?” Eddie scoffed and tugged on his jeans, “I just, um, need to wash up and I’ll-”

“No, you don’t, come on!” you beamed and took off towards the bathroom in the back, “I don’t need you to do absolutely anything”

“You’re gonna be the death of me”

“I hope not,” you giggled.

Once Eddie shut the door behind him, you pushed him back against the wall and fell to your knees while your fingers effortlessly worked on his jeans. 

He sucked in a breath. “Do you have any idea how hard it was for me to not slap your ass when you walked away from me like that?”

“Why didn’t you?” you looked up at him once his jeans slipped halfway down his thighs.

“You didn’t let me wash my hands” Eddie laughed and showed you his palms, which were black as coal and smelled suspicious.

You crinkled up your nose, “Keep those behind your back”

“Giving orders now, huh?”

“We both know you’re way better at listening to those than I am”

To that, he couldn’t do more than just nod in agreement. Unlike you, who liked to push his buttons until he couldn’t control himself anymore and just had to fuck the attitude out of you, Eddie was the sweetest, most obedient ever, a whimpering, whining mess, listening to every word you said. And now, it was no different. He just put his hands behind his back and closed his eyes, concentrating on his breathing once you started pulling down his underwear.

Almost fully hard already, you picked up his cock in your hand and licked his tip, your eyes up and fixed on his. The messy, rebel curls that just refused to be tamed by his hair tie had fallen down, framing his face and shadowing that look of pure desire on his face. 

Even though you knew you were in a hurry, you took your sweet time, licking your way up and down his cock, from the base up to his slit, enjoying a moan that just had to slip past your lips. As you busied yourself doing anything and everything other than taking him inside your mouth, Eddie found it so very hard to keep quiet - the walls were thin, he knew that all too well. And he had been doing a very good job until you arched your back and lowered yourself to take his balls inside your mouth, sucking and applying that perfect amount of pressure that you knew so well would instantly drive him mad. And it worked, his hips bucked against you in a second as a whimper broke past his lips.

“Fuck - Y/n, Jesus!”

“Mhm, what’s that?” you asked, innocently looking up at him.

“Jesus Christ, Y/n, that sweet, little mouth of yours…”

“You liked that?” you teased and grabbed his cock so that his tip was inches away from your lips. You gave the head a tiny lick and batted your eyelashes, “You like this too?”

“Please, just-” he shook his head and bit his lips.

His palms were sweaty, his fingers linked behind his back and nails digging holes into his skin as he did everything in his power to not just grab your head and force you all the way down his cock. He knew what you were doing, and he knew he was going to lose, but losing to you was always nothing less than absolute bliss.

“Just take me inside your mouth, princess, yeah?” he swallowed, “I need to be inside of you”

“You don’t trust me?” you pouted. With your eyes never leaving his, you gave his cock a few teasing pumps before tapping his tip against your lips. “You think I don’t know what I’m doing?” you questioned sweetly as you licked your way along his length, “You think I don’t know how to make you cum for me?”. Now you were just pushing it as you grabbed his balls into your hand and gently pulled, making him shake under your touch. “Haven’t I always been so good for you, Eddie?”

“Jesus fucking Christ” he exclaimed, slamming his head back against the wall as his dick twitched in your hand.

“I’ll take that as a yes” you smiled and prepared to continue before a knock made your eyebrows fly up in surprise. 

“Munson?” an unfamiliar, deep and raspy voice echoed from behind the door. “You all good in there?”

Eddie was just about to answer when you finally took him inside your mouth and hallowed your cheeks against his cock. A moan escaped his lips before any words could.

“Fuck - um-” he cringed, “I’m yeah, good”

“You sure, man? You sound like you’re dying in there”

Again, Eddie was about to answer when you started bobbing your head on his cock - a few times for courage, and then took him as far down your throat as you could.

“Fucking shit” he whispered to himself as every muscle inside his body tensed. He was finding it too hard to focus on both things, especially since he couldn’t give two flying shits about one of them.

“Munson?” The man tried again.

“I’m fine!” Eddie exclaimed, voice high pitched and out of breath, “I’ll be out in a sec”

The man mumbled something more, but you didn’t listen as you concentrated on your gag reflex, only pulling out when tears started forming in your eyes. At the last possible moment, you fell back, both of you panting.

“Jesus, sweetheart” Eddie shook his head in disbelief.

“You love me” you grinned and resumed your work, delicately working him towards a release that was not at all that far away.

“Fuck, I do.. I’m close,” he whispered. 

“Cum for me, come on, Eddie, let me taste you, baby” you smiled and took him back inside your mouth, expertly sucking his cock. Precum and spit trickled down your chin but you kept going, racking your nails up and down his thighs, leaving some sweet, pinkish lines you’d later love to explore again. 

“I’m gonna cum, love” Eddie whimpered and as a last effort to drive him mad, you took him again down to the back of your throat, keeping him there until he couldn’t anymore.

Unwilling to let any drops go to waste, you pulled his dick out of your mouth and pressed his tip against your tongue. As his release came and his cum dripped inside your mouth, Eddie panted fervently and bit down on his lips, eyes squinted shut as you licked and swallowed everything he had to give.

Once he was completely done, you wrapped your lips around his sensitive tip and sucked, only standing up when you were sure you got it all. 

“Come here” Eddie said, his hands still behind his back. “Missed a drop” he chuckled weakly before licking the corner of your lips and going in for a wild kiss.

No matter how used he was to your ways of driving him insane, he still needed a couple of seconds to pull himself together.

You fixed your makeup as he cleaned himself up, and before leaving the bathroom, you checked the time on the watch on his wrist. “It’s 13:53, I’m gonna have to take the bus”

“I can drive you”

“No, don’t waste your time, I don’t want you to have to stay late”

“I’d drive you to Hawkins and back and still wouldn’t consider it a waste of time”

“You know what I meant” you smiled, “I want you home as early as possible. I wanna cook for you tonight”

Eddie shook his head, “I don’t deserve you, sweetheart”

“Yeah, you do. Bye!” you giggled and pecked his lips, before opening the door and proudly strolling out of the bathroom. Your heels rang against the concrete floor, drawing all attention towards you. Once the other workers realized what had just happened but before any of them got a chance to react, you sweetly waved and headed out of the garage, “Bye, guys!”

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𝗛𝗜𝗧 𝗠𝗘 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗕𝗘𝗦𝗧 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗧  ✿  𝗲. 𝗺𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗼𝗻

(creds to original gif owner. thank you!) ▸ sum. eddie munson likes to tease you. a lot. so what happens when you give the same energy back? ▸ cw. (18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT) sexual tension & implied smut, begging, heavy petting, pet names, teasing, unedited. ▸ wc. 1.7k ▸ a/n. more teasing eddie based on my first imagine of eddie munson; ‘girls just wanna have fun.’

“cat got your tongue, princess?”

Eddie Munson, for lack of a better word, is a tease. He was always knowingly pushing your buttons to glean a flustered reaction from you. And it works. Every. Damn. Time. You easily fell for his trickery and charm and he knew just how to make your cheeks flare into a deep, rosy shade.

“Eddie, give it back!” You exclaimed, arms flailing as you lurched across the table towards the curly haired boy.

Eddie had stolen your maths homework to copy down the answers for next period as he had forgotten to complete it himself. “No way, princess,” He smirked up at you before placing your homework on the table and his own right beside it to copy down the answers.

Since he was out of reach, you stood up with a huff and strode over towards him and the rest of the hellfire club watched in amusement, devoid of surprise as this seemed to be a daily occurance between both you and Eddie.

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𝗚𝗜𝗥𝗟𝗦 𝗝𝗨𝗦𝗧 𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗔 𝗛𝗔𝗩𝗘 𝗙𝗨𝗡 ! ✿  𝗲. 𝗺𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗼𝗻

(creds to original gif owner. thank you!) ▸ sum. you sit on the hellfire table with everyone you’d consider your friends, but particularly eddie munson, who has taken the role of your best friend. after hearing you humming a song at lunch, eddie makes it his mission to learn it on the guitar. he doesnt plan on showing you, until… ▸ cw. fluff, female ‘hyper feminine’ reader, eddie unhealthily obsessed with reader, reader’s interest is hinted to be fashion and clothing but not major plot point, kissing, restriction? (eddie puts his hand over readers mouth). ▸ wc. 3.1k ▸ a/n. im back from my like- year long hiatus with my first eddie munson imagine. i am in love with this man. enjoy! <3 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=juXtxLJmbmk (I used this video for reference if you wanna check it out:) very cool. eddie would probably play it similarly with a bit more of a grungier and rock tone to it. is it obvious i dont play guitar….)

The hellfire group was laughing and giggling amongst themselves, but you were having what you considered a particularly ‘anti-social y/n’ day today. They came and went in waves, arising whenever you felt your social battery drained for whatever reason it may be. Today, you had your walkman playing the ‘She’s So Unusual’ album by your celebrity idol, Cyndi Lauper, her unusual fashion sense and out-there makeup particularly appealing to you. You were unaware as to what was happening around you as you let the music consume you.

Your hyper-feminine energy is actually what drew Eddie to you, surprisingly, ever since he lay eyes on you sitting at what was coined the ‘popular table��� he couldn’t pull his focus away from you, the way your eyes would light up when you’d sit next to Chrissy, scrunching your nose whenever she’d compliment the new brightly-toned outfit you decided to wear that day. 

He admired you even more, when on one fateful day (he’d consider the best day of his life), you plopped yourself down on a seat at the hellfire table. When asked about your presence you’d just mumble, “Sick of Jason’s shit,” before drowning yourself with music from your walkman. From that day, no one questioned why you were there as you immediately fit right in, contributing just as much as anyone else on the table and garnering plenty of laughs. Eddie knew you were a bright ball of energy right from laying eyes on you, but he never knew just how funny and kindly spoken you were. It was safe to say Eddie was head over heels.

You heard the familiar guitar strumming from your favourite song over your headphones, the tune of ‘Girls Just Wanna Have Fun’ swimming through your ears. You’d fallen in love with it ever since it came out 3 years ago and remained amongst one of your top songs throughout those 3 years. You unconsciously found yourself humming along to the rhythmic chorus you had memorised, occassionally mumbling strings of lyrics under your breath and moving your head along to the beat ever so slightly.

Everyone glanced over to you when they heard you humming, including Eddie, but the majority of the group went back to their discussion of the DnD session tomorrow, excluding Eddie whose eyes remained glued to you as your lips moved along to the words, eyes closed and head slightly tilted down but face still in view of the Munson boy, allowing his admiring gaze to continue to train over your face.

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lotion | e.m.

✿ pairing: eddie munson x fem! reader

✿ universe: stranger things (spoiler free)

✿ word count: 2.2k

✿ summary: this is a part of my "room series" which you can read more about here

✿ content warnings: loss of virginity, unprotected sex, reader is lowkey stupid so dumbification, themes of low class/ being embarrassed abt living in a trailer.

✿ author note: requests are open and the link can be found in my bio !! thanks for reading <33

just recently, you and eddie had started dating. eddie had fallen head over heels for you when he first saw you. you were butting heads and causing the biggest riot in your political science class because you explained to everyone that reagan was a war criminal. you even did the unimaginable and cited marx. everyone in the school had looked at you like you were crazy (you just complained that they were just suffering from the red scare propaganda.) he had asked you out after one of his D&D campaigns (that he had begged you to join) and you hit it off immediately. now, you were finally getting to see his house. he had never really wanted to take you there but you had fought him so hard that he finally gave in. his smile softened as he looked over at you in his van and cautioned, 

“you know, i don’t live in a mansion, baby. it’s a trailer. i don’t want you to look down on me.” 

“i would never look down on you for that, eddie. i’m excited!” 

he shook his head and pulled in the driveway of the little place. he bolted out to open my door. 

“castle munson, m’lady.” 

he guided you with his hand inside. it was small and decorated obviously as though two men lived there. you liked it. it was eddie. 

“so this is the living room that you’re looking at and obviously you see the kitchen because it’s part of the living room so now… here’s my bedroom.”

he led you and opened the door to the little room down the hallway. it mirrored everything eddie loved and that made you love it. he kissed his guitar and exclaimed that he missed “her” which made you giggle. he then jumped on his bed and propped his hands behind his head. 

“so… now that you’ve seen the place… are you still thrilled?” 

“i love it!”

you joined him on his small bed and lay your head on his chest. he immediately started twirling and playing with your hair. 

you examined all the little trinkets on his nightstand and noticed a bottle of lotion. this was weird to you because he never seemed the type to care much about his skincare routine. his hands were also constantly callused and rough. 

“eddie, what’s with the lotion?” you looked up at him. 

he looked down at you and let out a nervous laugh, 

“uhh……you don’t want to know”

you sat up so that he could clearly see you. this made him nervous. 

“i do!”

he was red in the face. 

“umm. y’know. to wank off. masturbate. all those descriptors.” 

now, you were red in the face. you sat in contemplative silence for a moment before asking, 

“what do you do that to?”

“oh sweetheart. again, you don’t want to know that.” 

“do you have a playboy or something?”

“no. like D&D, i prefer my imagination.” he said defensively. 

you lay back down so that you’re facing each other, laying side by side and looking into each other’s eyes. 

“do you think about me?” 

“i don’t want to make you uncomfortable, (y/n).”

“it won’t.” 

“then, yes. i suppose i do.”

you smiled at him and he gave a small, embarrassed smile back to you. your faces were so close, you weren’t sure who leaned closer to seal your lips together. eddie kissed you very softly at first, then as you went along, more passionately. he brought his hand up to caress your jaw while he sucked and bit your bottom lip. you could feel the cool, silver rings contrasting the heat of his hand while his tongue edged your lips. you were getting very worked up by this. you moved your body so that you were sat in his lap. he moved the other hand still behind his head to trace small shapes on your waist. he started kissing you with more tongue and you let out a little whimper, which surprised him. you wanted him, so you started grinding your hips on his and you could clearly feel his bulge. he could tell you were getting worked up. he started thrusting up back into you, which caused you to let out a louder moan than you liked. he giggled at you. 

“so responsive”

“shutup” you whispered into the kiss. 

you let your hand follow his stomach under his hellfire shirt down to his pants. you palmed the obvious bulge to signal what you wanted. he used the hand still on your jaw to push your face away. 

“baby. are you sure you want your first time to be… here?”

“yes.” you started trying to undo his belt. 

“wait. wait. patience,” he stopped your hands in the act, “let me touch you a little bit. see if i can’t change your mind.” 

he flipped you so that you were laying down. you were bound and determined to get him to fuck you now. he started pulled of your blouse and traced your nipples through your bra. as he returned to kissing your lips, he groped your boobs lightly. he looked intently at the sight of his ringed fingers gripping your breasts. he pulled the strap loose and kissed your neck while

he rubbed your nipples. you tried grinding up at him more and he stopped you. 

“be patient, sweetheart.”

 he moved down from your jaw to your tummy and positioned himself between your legs. 

“and you’ve never had anything in here?” 

you nodded your head, embarrassed. 

“its not a bad thing, sweetie. i just thought for sure when harrington took you on that date your junior year, he got a little further with you.” it was cute that he remembered that, always in love with you. 

he used two fingers to lightly gather up all the juices you had. even that, made you mewl. 

“sweetie. you should’ve told me you were this worked up. i would’ve helped you so much sooner.” 

he took the two fingers out and removed all of his rings. he placed them in a small dish on his nightstand and you wondered if that’s what it was for. 

he started with one, long finger. he moved it slowly into you. you moaned in reaction. 

“you make such pretty noises, baby. how is that?” 

he started moving it in and out, softly.

“i-i want. m-more, eddie.” 

“yeah?” he smiled up at you. 

he joined his middle finger and stretched you out. he started properly finger fucking you and you weren’t sure you were going to last much longer. 

“god. you’re so tight, sweetie.” 

he picked up his pace until it was relentless and started sweetly rubbing your clit, trying to stretch you out just a little bit so that he would be able to pry his way in at some point. 

“ed-eddie. i’m. i’m going to.”

“yes, baby. look at me when you cum, okay? i want to see my pretty baby while she cums on my fingers for the first time.” 

your body started twitching and he started rubbing your clit in tight circles to aid you. your body tensed and locked up, it was a feeling you had never experienced. you cried out and eddie kissed your stomach and held you with his other, free hand. 

“just like that, doll.” he thrust his fingers hard, but at a slow pace to help you come down. 

his pulled his fingers out of you and promptly put them in his mouth. 

“my sweet, virgin girl.” he remarked at the taste. 

he looked at you and smiled. you were panting with your mouth open. he started to move away. 

“n-no, eddie. i told you. i want you.” 

he continued to move forward. he frowned and kissed you softly. 

“i don’t want you to look back and think you lost your virginity to the high school freak in his grimey trailer. if you wait, i’ll save up some money from the drugs— i have a deal with that really popular cheerleader girl, chrissy soon and i can get a good price out of her— and and i’ll get you a pretty hotel. i’ll still be the high school freak but it’ll be somewhere nice.” 

“eddie.” you looked at his seriously, “i love you. there’s nothing more special than being here with you. anywhere is perfect if it’s with you. plus, i get the pretty view of ozzy whenever i want.” 

this made him laugh and he gave in, 

“your wish is my command, sweetie.”

he started unbuckling his pants and you got excited. you didn’t even realize you were smiling.

he paused to take your face in his hands, “don’t rub it in that you’re winning.”

he rubbed noses with you. 

“you’re winning too, munson! you’re getting to fuck me!” 

“very true.” he kissed you and continued to step out of his pants. 

you gulped at the tent in his boxers. he took it out and you were surprised by how big he was. 

“you look nervous. we can stop, angel.” 

“no! no! you’re just… so big.” 

he laughed at you. not mocking, but he genuinely found this funny. 

“so eager to let the school freak bone you, huh?” 

you smiled at him. he came closer and put it closer to your face. 

“will you spit on it for me, baby?” 

you remembered that earlier he had fingered you and you wanted to return the favor but the thought of asking was sort of embarrassing to you. you covered your face a little before you finally asked, 

“c-can i suck on it?”

“oh, sweet girl. you never ever have to ask to do that.” he grinned. 

you opened your mouth and put your tongue out. he exclaimed a little, “you’re so beautiful. you don’t know what you do to me.” before he even had it in your mouth. he put just the tip in and you coated it all with your tongue. 

“oh, fuck. fuck.” he peered down at you. 

you started to go further and hollow your cheeks on him, getting every part wet. he grabbed your hair and formed a little ponytail by twisted his fist around in it. he lightly bobbed your head up and down, careful not to make you gag. 

“that’s it, sweetie. good girl..” he swung his head back. 

you took the initiative to go all the way and take all his length in your mouth. you almost

immediately started gagging. 

“oh, angel. i’m going to cum if you don’t stop. i need to last if i’m gonna fuck you.”

you came off and started licking all over it to regain your breath. 

“wow.” he looked at you

“i told you. i’m excited.” you smiled at him. 

he situated you so that you were laying on your back with your legs spread open for him. you were completely naked except for your frilly, white socks. he still had on his hellfire shirt and he looked so beautiful, you thought. he got on top of you and lightly rubbed your entrance. 

“are you ready?” 

“yes”

“shouldn’t you at least say please?” he teased you.

he slid his cock an inch in. he felt your walls and took a deep breath. he pushed in another inch and let out a wanton moan at the feeling that he broke your hymen.

“all good? i know that part hurts, sweetheart.”

you had water welling up in your eyes at the size of him, but you loved it. you nodded at him to keep going. he did. he pushed forward, very slowly, until he was all the way inside you. he brushed the little tears off your eyes and kissed your nose. 

“you’re so tight, angel. it’s so fucking hard to last in you.”

he started with slow, pumping motions to get you adjusted and this began your endless string of moans and praises of his name. as he built up pace, you wrapped your legs around his waist. he leaned down to kiss on your neck and jaw while you pulled his hair out of desperation. you began to lose yourself in his thrusts and you felt the familiar tensing in your muscles. 

“o-oh eddie.” he had your face tilted up with marks all over your neck. 

all he had to do was lean over and whisper in my ear, “i’ve thought about this for so long. my hand around my cock thinking about how your skin is so soft. i couldn't even imagine how soft your pussy was. how your little body might bounce underneath mine and how i’d make you writhe underneath me and purr like a kitten. it’s nothing like the real thing.” it drove you completely over the edge and you screamed while you came. 

it didn’t take much more for him to finish. he bucked his hips and lost all ability to speak. he was an exasperated, moaning mess on top of you as he came. 

he plopped down next to you on the bed and took you in his arms. you were both damp with sweat and smelled of sex. he kissed your forehead and held you tightly. 

“how was it for you?” he asked 

“everything i could’ve asked for.” you kissed his chest. 

“am i better than the lotion?” you teased. 

he playfully hit you in the shoulder and laughed. 

[eddieplsdropkickme]

This shit was too fucking cute.

you’re the only woman

pairing : eddie munson x fem!reader

word count : 3.7k

summary : eddie munson has a huge crush on y/n l/n. which really sucks, because she’s his friend, and she’s way out of his league… but god, she’s so gorgeous. 

notes : slight spoilers for s4 :) so incredibly slight. that’s all <3 this is for all my eddie lovers in light of some… recent developments.

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