'cause I ain't had nobody hit it like you hit it (2/2)
dom dealer!eddie x sub fem!reader
inspired by @2jihiir0's fanart 'make it quick... baby's sleeping'. leave them some love!
read part one here.
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cw: 18+. smut, references to hard drug use, unprotected piv, situationship becoming something more, shame kink, praise & degradation, pet names, exhibitionism-adjacent, eddie embarrasses the fuck out of reader but don't get it twisted, he's down bad, no y/n, no physical descriptors
The sound is a bucket of ice water down your spine. Your back stiffens ramrod straight as your grasping fingers find the front of Eddieâs tank, fisting it up tight in a startled search for comfort. Eddie separates his lips from yours with a loud click, an annoyed frown already marring his brow as he cranes his neck to look around you toward the closed door. When the knocks come again in quick succession, thereâs a split second you think he will tell you to get off him, and your stomach swoops with something just short of devastation. But Eddie doesnât even bother asking who it is; he keeps cupping your cheek even as he barks harshly, "Busy, man. Go take a walk, come back in ten minutes."Â
After a brief pause, you hear the creak of wood followed by the plodding steps of whomever had come calling descending the porch stairs. Itâs somewhat of a relief, but the interruption has disturbed the haze youâd fallen into. You almost want to ask who that was, if Eddieâd been expecting any visitors or customers other than you, but you bite your tongue, not wanting to dampen the mood between you two even farther. As your heart keeps racing while you attempt to regain your composure, your eyes search his face. They flit about before being captured by deep brown, ensnared by the look heâs leveling you with. Eddieâs gaze bores into yours, dark with longing and mischief as if heâs daring you to defy him.Â
As if he can see through your eyes straight down to your soul and all that it longs for.
The tension returns in an instantâ sticky and hot as your thighs flex around Eddieâs hips, and the subtle shift reminds you heâs still buried inside. Your desire for him simmers like an ache low in your belly, plaintive and wanting. And he must read that on you, because despite the clock ticking down the seconds until his visitor returns, Eddie just has to tease you.
"Yeah?" His voice is a low whisper, a teasing challenge that sends a shiver down your spine. "Sâlike that, huh? You want me to make you cum now?" He glances up at the wall behind him, drawing your eyes to a row of scrawled linesâ a tallied record of the pleasure he gives. Itâs yet another way heâs found to rile you up, a reminder displayed in a place you canât help but see every time you visit him. "And you think youâve earned another tally?"
Your breath catches in your throat as you meet his gaze again. "Need it, Ed..." you whisper, your heartbeat rabbit-fast at the prospect of him really giving it to you.
His smirk widens, a flash of smug satisfaction dancing in his eyes. "Aww, baby needs it so bad," he teases, his tone laced with mock sympathy before it darkens. "You're such a fuckin' whore. But only for me, right?"
A heady mix of desire and shame courses through you, slinking through your veins, burning you up inside. Because, for all intents and purposes, heâs right: you are a whore, giving yourself to your dealer like this. And this thing between you and Eddie may be more than that to youâ may be more to him, too, though you donât know for sureâ but on the surface, thatâs exactly what you are. A whore, only for him.
Itâs demeaning and nasty and so fucking arousing all at once.Â
"Mhmm." A strangled hum of agreement is the most you can manage through your mortification. Even so, you know that wonât be enough for Eddie.Â
"Tell me," he demands, his voice a low growl that makes your pussy flutter around him; his fingers tighten on your hip, blunt nails biting in, dimpling your softness. His expression doesnât change, but you know he likes being able to affect you with just the sound of his voice and the things he makes you say.
"I-I'm a whore for you, Eddie..." you admit, forcing out the words though they make your face positively burn. "I'm your whoreâ"
His hand crawls into your hair, pulling you back, and you moan as your neck stretches tight. "That's fuckin' right," he says, licking up your throat. You gasp and tremble. "My good little whore."
The teasing is becoming too much; youâre so turned on, youâre nearly beside yourself. You need to move; need him to move. "Please," you cry, whiny and pathetic, your eyes prickling with frustrated tears.
Itâs all part of the game, of course-- his casual dominance, your needy desperation. But a harsh exhale against your chin shows that Eddie isnât as unaffected as he wants to appear. Without ceremony, the still-smoldering joint, only half smoked, is ground out against the edge of the wooden coffee table and dropped into an old bottle. With both hands now free, Eddie pulls you into his chest, his grip firm and possessive, his palms spanning great swaths of your back and his fingers stretched wide.Â
Low and husky, he murmurs, "Hold on now, kitten.âÂ
Hastily, you wrap your arms around his shoulders as his hands dip, dragging down until his fingers dig into your bare ass cheeks. You moan quietly at the rough neediness in the gesture as he manhandles you up so he can slide himself down further on the couch, planting his feet wide on the carpet, his dark jeans and checked boxers pulling taut just above his knees. Heâs still stretching you out on his dick, and you bite your lip at the duality of feeling: the dull pain where your skin dimples under his hands, the low pulse of pleasure as his shifting presses him deeper into you.Â
Youâre anticipating it, and still you choke on a gasp as Eddie uses his grip to slam you down onto his lap just as he thrusts up into you hardâ once, twice, again, quickly setting a brutal pace that, if you werenât so wet for him, would ache in quite a different way. As it is, this ache is exactly what you needâ bruises on your ass from his blunt fingertips, burns on your knees from the scratchy cushions, and the battering of Eddieâs cock bullying deep into your pussy, making you feel so fucking good.Â
He grunts as you dig your nails into the sturdy, smooth lines of his shoulders, holding onto him tight; you bury your whimpers in his neck, the sound muffled by the heat of his skin as he pounds into you with dizzying ferocity. But that just wonât do, because Eddie wants to see youâ wants to see the way he wrecks you. Briefly, one hand leaves your ass to pull you back by the scruff of your neck. You whimper as you lose your hiding place but you donât fight him, obeying despite the desire to burrow away from his discerning stare.Â
"Just needed my dick all the way inside you, stretching this wet little hole out, didnât you." Eddie chuckles, his gaze burning into yours with an intensity that makes your breath catch in your throat, hitching with every bounce of his thighs against your ass. "I know you did. Youâre always so fuckinâ desperate for it."
You shift uncomfortably beneath his gaze, the heat rising to your cheeks as you try to avert your eyes, but you know he sees right through you. Every movement, every glance, every subtle shift of your body betrays the desire that burns within you.
Mercifullyâ or maybe unmercifullyâ Eddie goes on without expecting a response. "Cominâ over here, wearing your tiny little shorts, sittinâ on my couch, staring at me when you think I donât see," he continues, his voice a low rumble that makes your scalp tighten as he leans in and murmurs in your ear. âNo one else is givinâ it to you as good as me, huh? That why you gotta beg me for it?â As he mocks you, you squirm in his grip, embarrassed even as your pussy squeezes tight, your body betraying you with its unrelenting arousal.Â
"Shit, you feel so fuckinâ good," Eddie mutters quietly against your cheek. "Love your little pussy."Â
You go boneless on him as the embarrassment mixes with adoration. You tuck your face against his neck again, and this time, itâs not to hide. Your hands snake down his tank to claw at his back, nails dragging lines across his skin as you press sloppy, open-mouthed kisses over his throat, lavishing him with the depth of your feeling. His words vibrate under your lips. âThatâs right, just like that. I gotcha. My pliant little fuckdoll.â
"Oh," you moan, your voice barely above a whisper as you surrender yourself to him completely. "Fuckâ"
"Could do anything to you, hm?" Eddie rasps, never faltering in his pace as he fucks up into you.
As your breasts rub against his clothed chest, your hard nipples quickly become oversensitized by the friction, spurring you to meet him thrust for thrust. "Yeah, yeah," you gasp, your voice trembling with need, nearly overwhelmed by his words and the feeling of his fat tip kissing that spot inside. Heâs working you so quickly at this angle that you nearly see stars. "Whatever yâwant,â you slur, well on your way to being cock drunk. âMâyour good girl, Eddie."
He chuckles, amused and fond. "Thatâs why you get the free ride, babe,â he tells you. "Cause youâre just so good."
There is no deliberate thought driving you anymore, just instinct as you ride him with abandonâ tits shaking, ass rippling, head thrown back, mouth open, fists in his hair, drool on your chin, arousal leaking onto his thighs. Your lashes flutter, eyes half rolled back as you start to ascend.
âJesus Christ, I swear, youâreââ Eddie pauses, swallowing harshly, like heâs gulping back what he almost said. âYouâre so sexy like this,â he rasps finally, breath ragged, biting his lip when you throw it down harder on him. âSo sexy. All mine.â
My whore. My fuckdoll. Mine, mine, mine. That sentiment makes you bold. You summon all your faculties to pull your face back from his neck and tip your head coquettishly, looking down at Eddie like you own him and not the other way around.Â
âYeah, baby?â Itâs a little breathless with effort, but still, you manage to sound sultry in a way you almost do not recognize. âYou like that?â
Eddieâs pupils blow wide. He chuckles breathlessly, but he doesnât look amused. âGoân, fuck me,â he grits out, and his eyes are pitch black with desire, but as you keep looking down at him, thereâs a flash of something elseâ something more akin to awe. âFuck me like you mean it.â
And you do, more than you ever have before. The room collapses to nothing but the slapping of skin on skinâ furious, sweaty, gasping plunges downward met with equally sharp upward thrusts that gradually have him sinking lower on the couch. By the time Eddieâs ass slips to the edge of the cushion, youâre slumped over him, hands squishing up his cheeks, lips mashed together, kissing like you need him to live. Each time he punches in, you keen like a wild animal, the sound garbled and mixed with his low, rasping whines. Thereâs salt in your mouth and you donât know whose sweat it is, his or yours. Eddieâs breath puffs from his nose like heâs sprinting for his life; one of his damp curls tacks to your cheek as your bodies writhe together all slick, sticky, wet. Youâre fucking each other so hard it almost hurtsâ
And then it does hurt, because on your next desperate bounce, Eddieâs ass slips off the couch, toppling you both to the floor.
Buzzing with adrenaline and on the knifeâs edge of your orgasm, the fall only radiates dull pain for a moment before youâre over it. You lift your face from the carpet to see Eddieâs head all wedged up at an angle against the couchâs leg, his arms splayed, legs still caught in his pants and boxers like heâd tripped taking a piss or something. Your eyes hone in on his cockâ wobbling in the air, flushed and slick with you down to the matted-curl base, miraculously still hard and, most importantly, entirely unharmed.Â
âOh, fuck,â Eddie groans, his face contorted in a pained wince. If you werenât so close to cumming, youâd ask him if he was okay, but as it is, your only thought is to crawl on top of him and hastily throw your leg over his hip. Before he can even blink, youâve impaled yourself on his cock, engulfing him in the heat of your throbbing pussy with a filthy, wet squelch.Â
âOh, fuck!â Itâs a ragged moan this time as his mouth falls open, the cords of his neck pulling tight on an even more strangled sound as you go right back to fucking him like he asked youâ like you mean it.
Pleasure returns in an even more potent swell as you consider how feral it is that you and Eddie are now fucking on the floor like animals. Youâre making sounds of pained ecstasy, punching them out of yourself as you slam down on him until heâs hitting so deep you can feel it in the back of your throat. Your muscles are quivering, burning with effort, so much so that you canât help but collapse forward, bracing your forearm against the edge of the couch cushion. You whimper as the move changes the angle, dulling your pleasure, but you canât find the strength to hoist yourself back up while still chasing your orgasmâ and you need to cum so badly now that you want to fucking cry.Â
But Eddieâs got you. When you slip, heâs there the next moment tilting his hips, matching you thrust for thrust, hooking an arm around your back and pressing his forehead against your sternum. His skin is hot, sweaty and tacky, and his breath huffs ragged over your bouncing chest for a moment before he presses his face into the plush curve of your breast.Â
And then you hear it: Eddieâs voice breaking as he moans out your name against your skin.Â
Dizzying flutters burst in your chest just as pleasure twists violently in your belly, a throbbing ache you can feel pressing at your walls, clawing its way up to break the surface inside you. You heave a tight sob as you cum, back arched, neck straining, consumed whole by the intensity of the feeling. Distantly, as if through a tunnel, you register a brief flare of pain; your spasming pussy clenches around Eddieâs kicking length as the pleasure peaks at the sensation, breaking in waves that gradually gentle and then finally ease. And itâs when you collapse weakly against Eddieâs chest, quivering as his arms fold around your back, that you realize the pain you felt was Eddieâs teeth sinking into your breast as he came with you.
When you finally have the strength to open your eyes, you're both still breathing fast, Eddie's bare arms bunching up your disheveled tank and sticking to your lower back as he holds you, panting into your mouth. "Shit," he mutters, chuckling under his breath. "That was..."Â
He leaves the sentence unfinished, but you understand his meaning. It was really fucking goodâ better than usual. And maybe it was because there was a thrill in trying to finish before his visitor returned, but maybe... maybe it was more than that.
âEven the part when you fell on your ass?â You whisper, smiling when his eyes crinkle.
âSure,â he offers. âEven that part.â
You hum, nudging your nose against his, and when you pull back, there's a strange glint in his eyeâ something fonder, sweeter than it had been before. You smile at him again, and maybe he sees something in your gaze too, because he doesn't kiss you filthy, nor peck you as a quick punctuation to your fucking. Instead, he strokes back your hair, his brown eyes darting down to your lips. And as he leans in, your heart thumpsâ
That infernal pounding starts up again, louder this time and accompanied by the muffled sound of a male voice calling impatiently, "Hey, Eddie, open upâ I ain't got all day, man!"
Your stomach lurches. Has it really been ten minutes?Â
Not that it matters, you berate yourself, âcause heâs back, and youâre still naked on the fucking floor. You dismount Eddie quickly, collapsing down to all fours so you can reach for your clothes where theyâre bunched under the other side of the couch. As you scramble to your feet, tearing your panties and shorts up your legs, you hear Eddie curse quietly under his breath.Â
"Gimme a goddamn second!" he snaps, still lying on the ground, lifting his hips and shimmying up his boxers with a level of nonchalance that belies the urgency of the situation.Â
You climb onto the couch, your chest heaving from adrenaline and exertion as he pops up in front of you, hopping several times to get his tight jeans the rest of the way up. He flops down on the other side, spreading his legs comfortably, seeming content to just let his belt hang open like he canât be bothered with it. You glance at him skeptically to see heâs already looking back at you with the same expression, though his is also tinged with some amusement. It takes you a beat to realize why, but when you do, you rush with prickling panic. Because your topâs still rucked up around your collarbone, leaving your bare tits, complete with the new impression of Eddieâs teeth, on full display. Miraculously, you manage to yank it down just as the front door knob twists sharply.
And then, to your horror, the door pops right open.
Your jaw goes slack as a guy around your ageâ rail thin and pale, dressed in an oversized flannel and a ratty pair of jean shortsâ steps into the trailer. Eddie grunts a casual greeting, nodding at the visitor as he lopes up to the couch just as casually, slapping Eddieâs lazily outstretched palm like theyâve done this a million times before. Youâre still attempting to process the fact that the front door has been unlocked this entire time when the guy casts a cursory glance your way, his eyes quickly flicking you up and down. You snap your mouth shut, your lips pressing into a flat line as you pull your legs up like they can shield you from his appraisement.
âHey, man,â Eddie says, cracking his neck to the side. âHow was that rock I hooked you up with last time? Good shit, right?â
Obviously a customer, then. You try to ignore the exchange, but youâre inescapably conscious of the fact that this guy couldâve walked in on you and Eddie fucking at literally any point in time. That awareness prickles as you shift, trying to mimic Eddieâs casual posture, though your attempt fails miserably as you feel a small gush of wet warmth leak between your thighs. You blanch as you realize Eddieâs cum is probably dampening your shorts; quickly, you adjust your legs, hoping to conceal the telltale spot. But your traitorous mind canât help but consider how you likely lookâ hair mussed, lips swollen from Eddieâs kisses, one strap of your stretched-out tank top sagging down your arm. Like Iâve been totally fucked stupid, you think sourly, casting a flat look toward Eddie who, aside from a sweaty face and lips that are just the slightest bit puffier than before, appears no worse than normal.
Your fingers tap an impatient beat against your knee as you wait, eager for them to finish up so this awkward situation can be over already. The exchange drags on until the guy is finally pocketing his product as Eddie counts his money.Â
âAlright,â Eddie says at last, leaning to one side to stuff the bills in his pocket. âPleasure doinâ business.â You hold in a relieved sigh as he jerks his chin up in a nod, flashing his customer a friendly look thatâs half warm eyes and half sharp teeth.
The guyâs about to turn toward the door when Eddie speaks again, and the feigned innocence in his tone makes your stomach sink.
âOh, shit, almost forgotââ
His ringed hand stretches out, rooting around on the messy side table for a moment before snatching up a ballpoint pen. Your eyes widen in disbelief as he glances behind him, casually reaching up and scratching another line into the wallâ drawing everyoneâs eyes to the tally marks and, in particular, to the words written above them.
Cum counter.
All you can do is stare at Eddie, utterly at a loss. "Now get the fuck outta here," he says to the guy, his eyes never leaving yours. "My baby's tired, and it's time for her nap."Â
And that motherfucker smiles at youâ so wide his cheek dimples.
Not his whore; not his fuckdoll. His baby. Your heart swells behind your ribs even as your body heats several degrees with mortification; the customerâs long gone before you can decide whether to kiss Eddie or kick him.Â
Itâs a decision youâll have to make a lot from now on.
pairing: rockstar!eddie munson x girlfriend!reader
summary: things come crashing down around you when you watch eddie from the sidelines of the stage. you know you shouldn't leave but you beg eddie for forgiveness anyway.
warnings: (unedited) more angst folks i think i'm going through something, established relationship, swearing, tears crying sobbing (for eddie but you too babes x), i use face and features too many times but we move
wc: 2.0k+
note: short and (not so?) sweet :) :( i'm really struggling to sustain my writing for very long but oh well xoxo
Hereâs the best part distilled for you
But you want what I canât give to you
Your hands are gravity while my hands are tied
He shouldâve known itâd get to you eventually. The screams and cries of thousands for him and only him, because as much as he stood, awestruck, by the talent of the others, it was always his name the crowd went hysterical for: Eddie. Eddie. Eddie. Theyâd chant and sway and go all but rabid when his black mop of hair would peak from around the stage, teasing in that very âEddieâ way that you were all too familiar with when heâd feel a little more playful in bed. His mischievous eyes and quirked lips, tattooed skin and leather-clad thighs. He was the embodiment of a devilish smile, dripping, oozing, even, with sex appeal and charisma.
But it wasnât just you, now, who noticed those things about him. The two of you werenât perched on a bench outside of Wayneâs trailer anymore, smirking into the otherâs mouth after a particularly strong joint he had rolled from his stash, legs resting on top of him as you were all but sat in his lap. Neither were you the sole body in the crowd of the Hideout, the only one out of the tens of patrons to be hanging onto every rasp of Eddieâs voice, every strum of his long fingers against the guitar.
It wasnât just you, now, who noticed those things about him, and you knew because of the hundreds of letters he got, every other week on mail day, from adoring fans and sycophants and a few stalkers. You knew because of the way the crowd stretched so far into the distance that you couldnât see where it ended, the countless bodies moving like a singular mass of pure, unaltered adoration for the man who assured you itâs you, itâs only ever going to be you.
âPenny for your thoughts?â And his voice broke you from the road you were beginning to travel down. You tried your best to force the smile on your lips, and really, you think he knew you were faking it but the giddy energy from the show he was soon going to be playing had already begun to fizzle through his bones and so he ignored it. He took it, instead, for something genuine despite the way it didnât quite reach your eyes.
âOnly a penny, Munson?â you scoffed at an attempt of playfulness. âI know for a fact you could offer me a lot more than a penny.â He laughed and your belly dipped, even all these years later, when he pressed his lips to your cheek. Eddie Munson might have been a kind of lust personified but he was also the sweetest human being youâd ever known.
âAh, youâre right. My girl deserves much, much more,â and his lips began their slow descent from your face to the crook of your neck, fixated on that one spot that would have you shivering in mere seconds. He stopped for a moment; face still buried into your flushed skinâ âTwo pennies then?â
You groaned â âEddieâ -- at his pitiful attempts of humour (but really you loved it), shoving him away even if you didnât really mean it.
âIâm only kidding, sweets, Iâm only kidding!â he cooed at you, soothing your pout until it melted into that smile of yours that he loved to be the cause of as his fingers traced meaningless patterns into the exposed skin at your hip. âForgive me?â he begged, his turn to pout now.
And it was comical, really, the way you gave into him, whatever doubts you had crumbling at the very feel of him against you, his words forcing whatever walls you were beginning to build-up only moments before to crumble into nothing at your interlaced feet.
âAlways, Eddie,â you promised, voice leaving you at barely a whisper. And when you continued, heart thrumming as you waited for his answer, your words wavered: âDo you forgive me, too?â
He watched, confused, as the question left your lips, head tilted like a puppy unsure of his surroundings. âWhat would I ever need to forgive you for?â he asked, soft.
âJustâdo you? Would you? Forgive me?â
He stared into your eyes, a penetrating gaze, begging you for an answer and explanation for your behaviour, but when you remained quiet he acquiesced. âLike you said, sweetheart: always.â
You nodded, that same, tight smile appearing on your features. The sound of a knock on his dressing room door pulled the both of you out of whatever daze hung, limp, in the air, and Eddie moved past you to answer.
âFive minutes to go, Eddie. Need to get you mic-ed up.â You couldnât hear his answer (probably something along the lines of âBe right thereâ) over the roaring in your ears. The door clicked close again as a warm hand traveled to your waist, turning you in-place. Eddieâs hand moved to cradle your face in his palms, touch cautious like he always was when it was just the two of you. Like you were splintered glass, on the verge of breaking.
âGoing to come watch outside, yeah?â And how could you say no to him and his big, brown eyes. So you nodded, followed him through the corridor leading towards stage left. People rushed around, gathering wires, plugging amps and checking cables with the kind of frenzy youâd never get used to despite having been there for almost all his shows.
Gareth, Jeff and Doug were already huddled in a corner, cheeks split into nervous grins. They waved Eddie over who gave your hand a reassuring squeeze before joining them, face dipping as someone came in to swipe some powder over his face.
You donât remember what happened after that because the next thing you knew, the band was rushing onto the stage, the arena blacked-out, and the moments the light switched on, a deafening roar erupted from the crowd, bright lights carving out their bodies from the darkness. You edged closer to the stage, only just visible from behind a curtain, when the crowd came into view.
And you hated it, the way your gut twisted, mind reeled. You know if you had just said something, anything, to Eddie when it had begun, weeks ago on the first night of the tour. Someone had slipped a note into your back pocket as you and Eddie pushed through a crowd, security walling you in. But you had felt it, and you just knew what it was going to say.
It wasnât the first and it wasnât the last, but you had to applaud its author for the precision with which their words sliced at your very core, holding a mirror up to every insecurity you had ever had (and more you hadnât even considered) until your hands were shaking, fierce.
When you stared out into the crowd, when your gaze connected with someone right in the front, and a look of disgust overtook them, you felt that lest tether inside of you snap free. The air knocked from your lungs, that same cold feeling of fear dripping down your back.
Eddie must have seen it, he was watching you the entire time, having tuned into your every move since the two of you had left his dressing room. He knew you were acting odd, skittish, like a petrified cat getting ready to flee. So when you retreated, he motioned to Jeff to keep the crowd busy before running off on in search of you.
He called after you, having bulked up enough since high school to catch up with you with ease. When you moved faster at the sound of his voice, he did too, finding you pacing in the haven of his dressing room. He shut the door, locking it, before approaching you, slow, cautious, like the floor was uneven and you on a precipice.
âSweetheart, whatâs wrong?â he asked, unsure.
You werenât facing him so when your shoulders began to shake, he wasnât sure if you were crying or laughing. But when you turned, face splotchy and chest heaving, he rushed forward, gathering you in his arms.
âWhat is it, my sweet girl. Whatâs wrong?â he murmured into the top of your head, holding you tight so that the pressure of his embrace might calm you down enough to talk, to explain or clarify or at least quell the rapid thrum of his worried heartbeat.
âI canât Eddie, I justââ you hiccupped, voice muffled by the sound of his t-shirtâ âI canât do it.â
âItâs alright, love, just try, yeah? Justâwhatever comes to mindââ
âNoâYou donât get itââ and you pulled away, the distance between the two of you growing with every moment in more ways than one. âI canât do this. This thingââ you motioned between you, and he froze.
âYou canât do what?â his voice hardening, on the offensive, and his face contorted to prepare him for the worst.
âEddie. Itâs too much. Itâs been too much for so long and I know I shouldâveââ a sob ripped from your chest and all he wanted to do was reach for you, his body yearned for it, but he knew better. ââI shouldâve said something ages ago. Not let it go so far but itâs too late and you can blame me forââ
ââfor what! Us? This? Is that all we are? Some vague abstract of now? Just come out and say it.â he was exploding, erupting, Vesuvius and Pompeii. âGo on. Say it.â
And it was your turn to yell and shout and hurl until your lungs seized. âItâs killing me, Eddie! I feel like Iâm fucking dying here. I canât compete with them, not anymore. Iâm exhausted and I feelâI feel fucking heavy.â You were panting from the force of your words, the weight they carried, and you had been carrying.
âThereâs no competition, sweetheart. There will never be a competition,â he pleaded, stumbling a step closer but you pushed back.
âI know you feel that way, Eds. I know you doââ his heart squeezed at the nickname. ââI know this is irrational in so many ways. It shouldnât matter that your fans fucking despise me,â and he flinched at the crudeness of your words. âBut thereâs one of me and millionsâholy shit, thereâs millions of them, Eddie. Theyâre suffocating me and I justâI want to breathe, again. I need to breathe.â
The walls were crashing and crumbling and nothing he said would help to rebuild them, not this time. And he must have sensed it because it was like the air was knocked out of his lungs, too, and he fell to his knees in front of you, clinging to you like maybe if he held on tight enough, he could stop you from leaving.
âPlease. My love. My sweet girl. Youâre it. Youâre always it,â and it must have hit him, what you had meant earlier, because he couldnât stop rambling, stop repeating: âI forgive you. I forgive you, always, my love. It doesnât matter what you do, youâre mine and I forgive you.â
Your heart cracked open then, your hand cradling his tear-soaked face to where he was burrowing himself into the pillow of your stomach. You couldnât bear it anymore, to hear him, see him, touch him, whilst you cut away the pieces of your love. You brushed the hair from his forehead, your own tears falling on him and he cursed himself for making you cry.
You still donât know if what you did was from a place of strength or weakness, if the way you went about it, with thousands still waiting for him mere feet away, was cruel or kind. But you needed to do it, or at least, thatâs what you kept repeating to yourself in your head.
That and Eddie, Eddie, Eddie -- your mind chanted.
You were the only audience he ever needed. If only you knew.
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You and Eddie enjoy getting high together when you don't have work. And you are desperately in love with him. And you don't know it yet but maaaaaayyyyyyybe he's just a little bit in love with you, too. Are you strong enough to hold it all in? Or will it inevitably spill over?
Pairing: modern!bestfriend!Eddie x bisexual!fem!reader
Steve, Eddie, and Reader (Weirdo) are all bisexual because I said so
warning: may contain angst, weed consumption (self explanatory really), best friends to eventual lovers, fluff, gayness, intense jealousy, mild horniness, and emergency cigarettes.
plot: eddie runs into you unexpectedly and you think it's time to have that date a little early
contains: eddie lacking confidence, confident!reader, get to know Eddie and the reader a little better, making out, kids this is a bit more than pg-13 I'll tell you that much without spoiling it
note: sorry guys, I'm not done with this. maybe far from it. they have a dynamic unlike any other and I'm here for it.
wc: 4k
The library was maybe the last place Eddie wanted to be at one in the afternoon on a Tuesday. It was always overcrowded, riddled with students running around with coffee from the adjoining Starbucks.Â
But Eddie needed a new book, having told himself that rereading The Hobbit the third time this semester wasâŠunnecessary. Plus, his English professor told him that âwe can only enact change ourselves.âÂ
Maybe it was a sign. Because as Eddie passed the large glass windows, he saw you sitting at one of the booths.
You looked different from every Saturday night. No makeup, hardly any jewelry except for a thin gold necklace and several rings. An oversized t-shirt and, from his vantage point, you were wearing a pleated skirt. He even noticed that your high-top Converse were placed next to you, mismatched patterned socks adorning your feet.Â
And, fuck, Eddie couldnât help the excitement rising inside him. It shouldâve embarrassed him when he started jogging towards the front door, but he couldnât find it in him to care. All he could think about was the sound of your voice and your eyes and your touch and your kiss.
He slowed his pace as he walked past the printers and computers and found your head down in some textbook, blissfully unaware.
âWorking hard or hardly working?â he asked.
And when you looked up and smiled, he couldâve sworn his heart swelled and burst like a goddamn balloon.
âOh my gosh, hi!â you exclaimed, jumping up to give him a hug. âWhat the fuck are you doing here!â
It was only for a few seconds, but he couldnât resist breathing in your intoxicating perfume and memorizing the feel of you. The curve of your back, the soft fabric of your sweatshirt scratching against his calloused fingertips.
And as you sat back down, he realized quickly why your mere touch was so alluring. It was a reminder that Saturday had been real and, on this grueling Tuesday, you still cared about his existence. You still noticed him.
âI was coming to look for something new to read,â he answered, trying to figure out what to do with his hands and failing. âWhat about you?â
Eddie couldnât decipher your now raised eyebrow, watching as you lifted your pointer finger. âSit down,â you nearly demanded, eyes flickering from him to the booth. His heart hammered in his chest as he complied, eyeing your finger following his movements.Â
It was despicable how easy it was for you to get him to do whatever you wanted. Even just fucking sitting down. But he loved it. Every. Fucking. Second.
âI was in the stacks looking at the archives,â you explained. âBut everyone in my class took them already.â You sighed, rolling your eyes. âSuch bitches.â
âHow rude,â Eddie said, all teasing with an amused smile.
He could tell you liked it, biting your lip slightly before playing along. âI know, itâs offensive.â
There was something he noticed in your expression, placing your lip back between your teeth as you scanned him up and down. Eddie was unable to keep a smile off his face, overwhelmed by the attention you gave him. Like he was a meal, but something to be savored rather than merely devoured.
He couldnât help it when he returned the sentiment, glancing down at your skirt that was riding further and further up your thighs. It wasnât the time to think about you like that, spread wide for him as he got on all fours. Having you barking commands at him to do it properly, rewarding him with endless praise once you deemed it good enough.
Your thighs parted just a bit more, head tilting to the side as you gave him a smirk. As if you knew exactly where his thoughts were and wanted him to keep going. And, wow, were you two really just eye-fucking each other in the library?
âWant some coffee?â he asked, trying to distract himself. Practically flinching, pulling himself back from the table. âI was gonna head to Starbucks afterwards.â
The sexual tension broke at the question and he watched as you fiddled with your pen. But you didnât flounder like he did. He wondered if you ever could.Â
âYeah, Iâd love to. I have to finish something up butââ
âOh, Iâll go by myself,â he offered.
âYou sure?â you asked, clearly surprised.
âYeah, no biggie,â he assured you, standing up.
Expression turning a bit sheepish, you said, âI will warn you⊠My order is complicated.â
He shrugged. âHit me.â
And the order wasnât complicated, per se. Eddie just wanted to know how the hell had you come up with a âdirty iced chai with oat milk and two pumps of cinnamon dolceâ. Regardless, Eddie tucked that into his Notes app for later. If there was a later.
After grabbing himself a large black coffee and the concoction you'd asked for, he made his way back over to you. Rounding the corner, he noticed the way you moved back and forth between a book and your laptop, sighing and mumbling something to yourself. But as if you could sense him, you turned and watched him approach, a smile appearing on your lips.
âOh, a Venti, huh?â you teased, making grabbing motions at him anyways.
He shrugged, sitting back down. âYou deserve it.â
âYou know what? Youâre right.â You took it from his hand, taking a long sip. âI hate Starbucks coffee,â you said, licking your lips. âItâs awful. But this is the best thing on the menu, so thank you.â
âYeah, of course.â Eddie hoped you couldnât see him blush. "I hate it, too. It's just the only thing we got."Â
âGod, I know. Also, I can Venmo you orâ"
âAbsolutely not,â he interrupted, waving you away.Â
âOkay,â you conceded, not bothering to argue further. Just took another sip and sat back. Glanced out the window before back at him. âWanna go on that date today?â
âToday?â he asked, nearly gobsmacked.
Nervousness ran along his limbs, not fully prepared to be with you. Alone. Just the two of you. Itâd taken him hours to go to bed after dropping you off the other night. Any time he thought he was done masturbating, it just came with another round. Like a goddamn creep.
âWhy not?â
âArenât you doing research?â he asked, feeling his face grow hot.
And if you noticed, you didnât say anything about it.
âOh my god, I would rather die than look at this shit any longer. Iâve been here since eight.â You paused before throwing a hand over your face. âUnless youâre busy. Sorry I didnât ask first.â
âNo, no. Iâm free,â he lied, deciding at that moment to skip his class. Heâd catch up on Algebra with his tutorâitâs not like he paid attention anyways. That damn tutor was the only reason he understood a fraction of it. Pun absolutely intended.Â
And he swore you nearly jumped up, grabbing your shoes and shoving them on before packing up your backpack, the weight of it starting to look daunting. Book after book, plus your laptop and pencil case andâŠ
Without thought, Eddie grabbed it for you, slinging it over his shoulder. Fuck, it was heavy. âHere, I got it.â
You stared up at him, clearly shocked. âOh, you sure?â
But Eddie gave you a smile and gestured towards the window with his head. âYeah, come on. Iâll drive.â
By all accounts, Eddie was actuallyâŠsweet. It was nearly sickening how sweet he could be, carrying your backpack for you and opening the car door (despite it being a stalker van). Asking what music you liked to listen toâeverything, was the answer. And you didnât just like every genre, you loved itâ Fiddling with the air conditioning and telling you to change it if you get too hot or too cold. Asking if his music was too loud, asking how you were doing now, away from your books.
You were starting to find him ridiculously intriguing, unsure how to take his kindness. It wasnât a bad thing by any means. You justâŠwerenât used to a man being so considerate of your feelings.Â
It wasnât like you didnât think you deserved itâthat was obvious every time a man got a little too close for comfort and you had to humiliate them.Â
But there was just something that felt new about Eddie. When heâd approached you at the party, you sized him up like every other guy shooting their shot. But he caught your eye immediately when he stumbled over his words. And when a jolt seized your veins at that first touch on his arm, you knew you were hooked.Â
Youâd gone to bed that night with a smile on your face, softly licking along your lips to savor the lingering taste of Eddieâs mouth. It was tinged with beer, something you used to hate. Something you now loved, thoughts echoing one word:
New.
Eddie helped you out of the car once heâd parked, even insisting that you let him get it for you. It made you feel quite warm in the face, surprised by his assertion. Made you feel like a lady, something you hadnât ever felt at the hands of a man.
As you moved through the museum, you were quiet, whispering now and then about certain art styles and their importance during their corresponding time periods. And you were glad that Eddie wasnât a douchebag about noise level inside a museum.
He never interrupted, never poked fun at your intelligence. Heâd even asked more questions, all hushed and contained, some even you didnât know the answer to. Pocketing them for later to ask your professors.Â
But Eddie rarely gave up any information about himself, leaving you to tap his foot with yours and ask him questions. Every time, his face got hot and he murmured responses with a shrug, as if he didnât think it was anything special.Â
How was it not? He was still undecided, having dreams of working on video games and helping direct the narratives in new and innovative ways to engage with the player more. You didnât know much about video games, but you still listened. Still gave him the attention heâd given you. It wasnât even hardâhe was so animated once he got into something he was passionate about. It was endearing, actually.
You ended up sitting down on one of the benches together, staring at an abstract painting by an artist youâd never heard of.Â
âDo you like abstract?â you asked him, whispering despite the empty room.
Eddie shrugged, eyes trained on the swirling colors. âI think so? I mean, itâs cool to look at. I just donât really know what Iâm looking for. Or what Iâm looking at, for that matter.â
That brought a smile to your face. His statement wasnât judgmental or dismissive. It wasâŠpensive. Contemplative.Â
âI think of it like music,â you said. âThe different colors and movements are like different instruments. Theyâre all separate but they come together to make something magical.â
For emphasis, you leaned in closer to him, your face and shoulder fully pressed against him. Raised your arm to point at the sharp flicks of red hurling towards the top right of the canvas. You couldâve sworn you heard Eddie suck in a breath, having to suppress a smirk at the effect you had over him.Â
âThatâs like a trumpet, bright and loud. Furious in nature but soaring off the page.â Then you pointed toward the royal blue splatters, more round than some of the other scattered pigments. âAnd this is like, oh, I donât know. I guess, a trombone. Low and sultry. Rounded. Keeping everything together.â
Eddie turned his head, your noses nearly touching. You couldnât help the shiver running down your neck at the tickling sensation you got from his hair. A smile you hadnât seen before enveloped his face as you made eye contact.
âSo, youâre saying itâs like jazz.â
A breathy laugh left your lips, finding yourself intimidated by his pointed gaze. By the way you could study the rich brown in his eyes, all bright and energized despite his calm demeanor. The stubble rising from his pores, all scratchy and wicked.Â
âWell, uh,â you murmured, surprised by your inability to form words. âIt doesnât have to be, but, um, I guess this one made me think of jazz. The way it kindaâŠâ your voice trailed off as he seemingly leaned in further, his scent like smoke fogging your senses. âItâs not so rigid. Itâs improv. Itâs, umâŠâ
âVaried?â he offered, his smile growing. âUnique?â
You nodded. âYeah.â
Eddie let out a hum. âI think I get it now.â
âYeah?â
âYeah. Itâs beautiful.â
For once, you had to look away, back at the painting to try and control your breathing. There were flashes of things you wanted to do, both tender and wildly too inappropriate for the setting. Things you wanted beyond physicality, beyond the limits youâd always set for yourself.
And as if he could hear the pounding of your heart, his fingertips touched yours. Slowly weaved his fingers through the spaces left open. Took a piece of your heart with him.
Eddie might not be exactly forward with his actions, but he knew what he wanted. All you could do was squeeze his hand and hope that one day youâd get to see him in full bloom.Â
âWhy do you do that thing?â you asked.
Eddie glanced over at you, one hand on the steering wheel. The other fiddled with a hole in his pants, needing something to grasp onto. His heart rate just started to slow down, giving him a chance to breathe.Â
There was just something about you that drove him mad.
âWhat thing?â
âAct like youâre not interesting.â
Sheepishly, Eddie shrugged. âI mean, I donât know. I guess itâs âcause youâre way more interesting than me.â
âBullshit,â you said sternly, a scoff leaving your lips.
âWhat!â he exclaimed, looking over at you again. âItâs true.â
You shook your head, crossing your arms over your chest. âYou highly underestimate yourself.â
Eddie snorted. âIâm a stereotype.â
âBullshit,â you repeated, starting to sound genuinely frustrated. âWho the hell told you that?â
He didnât know where to start.Â
Being a loser wasnât a big deal for him in high school. Grew up with his fatherâs reputation preceding him. Got through it the best he could with some awesome friends along the way. Finally graduated high school and raised his GPA enough to come here. It was simple. In his mind, he was simple.
But spending the latter half of summer, the one he dared never to speak of, without his friends and then coming here without anyone else⊠Well, he struggled to find anyone willing to be his friend. He tried. Really, he did. But it never came to fruition.
And what was more embarrassing than joining a D&D club before being told he didnât belong within the first hour? Him, the DM of Hawkins, hell, Indiana, being told he didnât belong. That he didnât play right. That he just didnât fit.
He spent so much time alone. It was starting to make him miss Hawkins, the nostalgia starting to kick in. Hawkins, the place he loathed. The place he wanted nothing to do with.Â
He was a nineteen-year-old Freshman with no friends and an undecided future. Â
His silence mustâve lasted longer than he thought because you pointed at the nearly empty Walmart parking lot and asked, âActually, would you pull in for a sec?â
âYeah, of course,â he responded, heading towards the very back row, far from any remaining cars. Giving the two of you privacy just in case you started to yell at him for being a loser or something. He didnât know. You were just so unpredictable.
But once he parked, you were unbuckling your seatbelt and grabbing his chin. Squished the bottom of his cheeks in one hand as you pulled his face closer to yours. He mustâve stopped breathing, hands slipping from the steering wheel.
âYou better start listening to me, Eddie,â you breathed, all low and sensual, moving your lips to barely graze his bottom lip. âI really donât like you talking about yourself like that.â
Eddie could feel sweat collecting beneath his bangs as you continued your torture, raking your fingernails down his throat before wrapping your hand around it. He gasped, earning a small smile out of you.
âI donât waste my time with boring people, as conceited as that sounds,â you continued, the left corner of your mouth lifting. Eyes flickering between his eyes and his lips, eyelashes fluttering with each micromovement. âBut I never claimed to be the nicest person, did I?â Eddie still wouldnât speak. He didnât know if he could without moaning. âYouâre one of the most interesting people Iâve met. And the nicest, which is probably more than I deserve. Youâve seen the way I treat other men.â
âThey deserved it,â he whispered, feeling his cock twitch when your grip tightened. âEvery one of them.â
âYeah, they did,â you replied, raising the pitch of your voice. Like you were taunting him. âBut youâre different, arenât you?â
âI-I am?â
âYouâre sweet,â you breathed, giving slow kisses to his cheeks. Giggling when you noticed the blood rushing into them so rapidly. âAnd youâre a real nice guy, you know that?â
âI, uh, I try to be,â he stumbled as you moved your lips past his jaw and against his ear. Went limp at the feeling of you biting the lobe, fanning your breath over it.
âYou do such an excellent job,â you whispered. âSo nice and kind and funny. You really get me going, Eddie. I didnât think Iâd be so affected by you.â
When you pulled back to face him, you chuckled. He couldnât blame you. His eyes mustâve been popping out of his head, mouth agape at your pretty words. What was even more fucked up was how genuine you sounded, like you werenât just saying these things to say them. You meant it.
âI thought about you a lot this weekend,â you said breathily, removing your hand from his neck to start coiling his hair around your finger.
âMe?â
âYou,â you said with a nod.
He licked his lips. âW-what about me?â
âAbout how interesting you are. And not to get too vulgar,â you said with a giggle, all teasing and devilish. âBut I couldnât help but think about taking your cock down my throat.â Another giggle as you tapped your fingers along his collarbone. âThought about what it looks like, if itâs half as pretty as you.â
Eddie couldnât stop the way his cock strained against his jeans, the neverending praise overwhelming him. âT-thank you,â he responded, unable to suppress the whine that heâd tried to contain when your other hand began palming him over his jeans.Â
âYou, um,â he tried to continue, taking a deep breath through his nose to keep his composure. âI-if you want, you can. Anytime. Any time.âÂ
âItâd be so easy like this, you know,â you nearly purred. âTo ride you, to leave you a blubbering mess and thanking me for taking care of you. I think youâd really, really like that.â
âYouâre killing me, sweetheart,â he groaned, fingers now reaching out to white-knuckle the steering wheel.Â
âAm I wrong?â
A tiny scoff left his lips as you nearly massaged his cock, knowing that if you didnât stop soon, he was going to burst. âYou already know the answer to that.â
âI want to hear it, Eddie.â You nipped his neck, causing him to jump a little. But you wouldnât stop, whispering filthy words as you continued to mark him. âI want to hear you tell me how good it would feel for me to suck you dry.â He continued to nod, each word sending him further into the deep end. âBefore getting you hard again, just âcause I can, and getting on top so I can milk you with my pussy.â He moaned at your vulgarity. âWhich is dripping, by the way.â
Without any warning, Eddie was cumming, an explosive rush that had him twitching and jerking. Panting and dry mouthed. You didnât remove your hand, merely chuckling and rubbing him through his jeans until he was able to breathe normally again.
Before Eddie could get the chance to apologize for his behavior, you were pulling him in with an agonizingly slow kiss, your fingers damp from the cum seeping through his jeans.Â
You tugged at his lower lip with your teeth before letting out a hum. Gazed up into his puppy dog eyes and said, âGood boy.â
After a few moments of Eddie being able to think clearly again, you found your eyes wandering around his console before settling on a pack of cigarettes.Â
âYou smoke?â you asked, plucking them from the cupholder and shaking the box in front of his face.
He nodded, seemingly quiet despite what transpired. âWant one?â
âAbsolutely,â you responded, quick to take two out and hand one over. Watched him roll the windows down. Even went so far as to light both cigarettes for you like a gentleman.Â
You knew he was still coming down from that high. It wasnât like you could judge when the wetness collecting between your thighs was probably staining the carseat. It took everything in you not to beg him to take you right then and there. But you were a lady (of sorts) and as a lady, you were content with saving yourself for another day.
Besides, it was nice to see him so calm now. Like a weight had been lifted, if only for a moment. It was still a moment.
âPost-nut clarity cigarette,â you joked, taking a slow drag and glancing out at the afternoon sun.Â
âWas thatâŠnot embarrassing?â
That was when you realized what was happening.
âAre you kidding me? That was the hottest thing Iâve ever seen,â you said truthfully.Â
âIâm sure itâs totally hot,â he said sarcastically, rolling his eyes.
Ah, yes. You supposed it was embarrassing for a guy to have creamed his pants without so much as a kiss. But that didnât bother you at all. You knew it would be different once you were alone, edging him until he was begging you for more. Nothing would make you happier.
You ignored him. âYou know, if you want us to go any further, youâre gonna have to earn it,â you said plainly, checking over your nails to make sure the paint hadnât chipped too bad. Â
âHow?â
âOnce you learn to be nice to yourself.â You shrugged before glancing back over at his wide-eyed expression. âI know thereâs something more to you than what you think of yourself. I saw it at the party and Iâm seeing it now. You just have to see that, Eddie. Thatâs really all there is to it.â
Eddieâs lips seemed to form a pout before he took a few hearty puffs, the smoke billowing around you. Looked around. Looked down at his lap. Looked back up at you. Mumbled, âSo I canât, like, go down on you right now?â
A laugh surged out of you so quickly that you started coughing. You waved him away when his concern sounded, ending up laughing harder before you could contain yourself.
âAs much as Iâd love to give you the privilege of eating me out right now, I think itâs best to wait until youâve shown some improvement.â
âSo thereâs a chance?â he asked.Â
You leaned back in towards his face, opening his mouth with your thumb. Taking another drag, you put your lips to his and blew the smoke into his mouth. Felt him breathe it in before letting it out through his nose.Â
You smirked. âIf youâre desperate for a piece of me, you could always lap up what I left behind on your car seat.â
He groaned, taking a deep breath while rolling his eyes. âGod, youâre a fucking menace.â
âHoney, you havenât seen anything yet.â
as per usual, thanks to @strangergraphics for letting me use her dividers and looking over my work hehehe
hi there! i'm OBSESSED with your eddie works and I had a lil request for u!
(if this is out of your comfort zone, I totally get btw, i'm just actually hormonal rn)
thinking about reader and eddie while she's ovulating and absolutely, positively feral... maybe they've only been together for a little while and they've fucked before, but he's never really seen that side of her... idk i'm just thinking a lot of thoughts rn
The clock ticks obnoxiously where it hangs on the wall, marking each passing second that wonât pass fast enough.
Itâs not unusual for a shift at the library to go slowly, but today time feels like itâs trudging through thick molasses; barely crawling by. Or maybe itâs just going backwards at this point, who knows.
You chew at the cap of your pen, reading the same sentence of the novel in front of you over and over yet not fully comprehending it. Trying to ignore the desperate ache between your thighs, the heat that pools in the pit of your stomach. It had been a relentless desire for the last couple of hours, a hunger that couldnât be sated just yet.
But the promise of seeing your boyfriend after work had you chewing-through-your-leash desperate for your shift to end. You know Eddie had a nice dinner planned for the two of you tonight, but all you can think about is how badly you need his hands on you. It makes you feel bad, but you canât rid yourself of thoughts of his lips on your neck, his fingers splitting you open, your hips grinding against him. This always happens when youâre ovulating, only this time⊠youâre not hiding it.
The last couple of times, youâd made do with your vibrator at home; embarrassed to let Eddie see this side of you. Your relationship was still quite new, and you werenât sure if ripping his clothes off any chance you got would scare him away or not. This time, though? You canât hold back any longer.
The end of your shift arrives at long last, and you practically fling yourself from your receptionist chair. You gather your belongings with haste, throwing everything into your shoulder bag before hightailing it out the door. Your keys jangle as you fumble with them, searching for the correct one to unlock your car. Eddie will be expecting you, although maybe not expecting you in the state that youâre in.
It doesnât take long to get to the trailer park, your thighs pressing together in an attempt to provide even the smallest amount of friction as you drive along familiar roads. Your car is barely in park before youâre killing the engine, ascending the few steps to his trailer door and swinging it open without a knock to alert anyone inside. Wayne isnât home anyway, so really what do you need to knock for?
Eddieâs frame appears in his bedroom doorway down the small hallway, his face brightening at the sight of you. You feel like youâre sweating just looking at him, your clothes suddenly too tight as the space between your thighs vibrates with need.
âHey, baby. I didnât expect you so soon, did you fly over here?â Eddie asks, a lighthearted joke, but heâs not far from the truth.
You donât even answer him, slipping off your shoes before youâre trodding down the hallway, throwing your arms around his neck when you reach him.
âBaby, whatâsââ he starts to speak, only for you to cut him off with a hot kiss to his lips. His voice dies against your mouth, fizzling into a soft whimper as you tug his bottom lip between your teeth.
âMissed you so bad,â you murmur. Your nervousness over how heâd react is tossed out the window, unwilling to wait any longer. âAnd Iâve been wanting you all fucking day,â you ramble, kissing him between words. âI need you,â you plead, letting a hand fumble with his belt buckle.
He makes a sound thatâs halfway between a gasp and a laugh, kissing you before speaking. âDo you not want to go to dinner?â he asks, tilting his head slightly to the side.
âI do,â you admit with a pout. âBut I need you right now.â Your hands are on a mission, palming him urgently through denim as if he might disappear any second, never to be touchable again.
The corner of his mouth twitches up in a soft smirk, his thumbs rubbing over your hipbones where his hands hold them.
âIâve never seen you this needy, sweetheart,â he teases you, brushing his lips across the shell of your ear before he bites at the lobe. âBut I like it.â
You whine at this, the slightest touch, and he breathes a quiet laugh.
âPlease, Eddie, donât tease,â you beg as he noses your chin up, kissing at your neck.
He doesnât listen, taking his time trailing kisses down your soft skin and letting his hands wander but never close enough to where you need him. You can feel yourself dripping, making a mess of your panties. His big hands squeeze your ass, taking greedy handfuls. You let out a moan, louder than youâd intended, earning the nip of his teeth against your skin. Taunting.
Youâre riled up, frustrated beyond belief, huffing where you stand before you decide youâve had enough.
You press your hands to his chest, pushing him off of you. Heâs surprised by the action, giving you the opportunity to grab the collar of his shirt, pulling him over to his bed and letting him fall onto the mattress. He sits on the edge of it, looking up at you equal parts dumbfounded and turned on. Your hands hurriedly undo the hefty buckle on his belt, unzipping his jeans as you start to straddle his lap. His cock is throbbing, leaking as it lays in waiting in your hand once you retrieve it from its confines.
âTold you not to tease,â you say. His big brown eyes roam over your face, his pretty lips parted just slightly in a state of awe. âI need you to fuck me. Now.â
âYes maâam,â he obeys, but itâs less him doing the work and more you taking control.
You ruck your skirt up, pushing the fabric of your panties to the side and lining yourself up with his cock, sliding slowly down onto the length of him. Your name escapes his lips as his leaves yours, already starting to rock your hips against his.
He holds you firmly in place on his lap, guiding your movements to the best of his ability. The stretch he provides you with is delicious, exactly what youâd been craving, the entirety of him filling you up perfectly.
âYouâre so fucking soaked, baby,â he remarks, bringing one hand up to briefly run through his messy curls, his cheeks already flushed pink. âFeel bad you had to wait so long for me while youâve been this worked up.â
Heâs teasing you, kind of. Pitying you in a way that only makes you ache further. You bounce faster on him, steadying yourself with your hands on his shoulders. Heâs cursing under his breath as youâre fucking yourself on his length, riding him with a fervor and determination he hasnât seen from you yet. He finds it hotter than heâd have ever expected, seeing you in such a state, and itâs taking everything he has not to finish early.
Lucky for him you arenât far behind, desperate to cum after waiting all day. He lets one of his thumbs lazily circle your clit, sensing your desire to let go in the way your brows furrow in concentration.
Strings of moans tumble from your mouth, curse after curse of his name as you quicken your pace. Your head tips back, pure ecstasy coursing through you as you take what you want from him unashamedly. The rough pad of his finger on your clit makes you feel like youâre on fire, ablaze beneath his touch. His hips buck to meet your bounces, the tip of his cock pressing over and over against your sweet spot.
âEddieââ you gasp, just as you fall apart on top of him. Your walls grip him like a vice, making him bite down on his lip.
He works you through your high, pulling out when he canât possibly hold off his orgasm any longer. He pumps his cock in his fist a few times before he spills against your skin, cum dripping down your pussy.
Both panting, sweaty messes, you meet each otherâs eyes and laugh.
âFeel better now, sweets?â he asks, lips pressing against yours in a heated kiss.
You break away momentarily, cradling his face in your hands. âYou have no idea.â
He smiles. âWell, for what itâs worth, you have permission to use me whenever you need me.â
âThank god,â you sigh, smiling against his cheek. âCause I donât think Iâm done for the night.â
Summary: After getting a fake love note in your locker, you ask Eddie to help you mess up some bullies plans.Â
Tags: Eddie Munson x Reader, sfw, fem reader, reader wears a dress at one point, mentions of bullying, actual bullying, two-shot
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Work Count: 3.7k Words
You ain't seen nothing yet....
The thing that always confused you about jocks and popular kids was that they always assumed that everyone else was dumber than them. Girls would come up to you and give you a compliment that was clearly not sincere and when you thanked them just to get them to leave you alone they would giggle and think that you believed them. Guys would ask you on dates as a joke and youâd roll your eyes and try to ignore them, even as they tried desperately for your attention for their own amusement.Â
Thankfully, there were certain perks that came with being in the Hellfire Club. Being associated with Eddie âthe Freakâ Munson meant that as long as you were standing near your friend, youâd mostly be left alone. Youâd sit with him at lunch, try and walk with him to class in the hallways, and in general just tried to avoid any jock that looked particularly bored.Â
However it had been quiet over the past few weeks, too quiet for your liking. Honestly, you were almost missing some of the backhanded compliments because it at least gave you a chance to blow off some steam outside of Hellfire. Well, something out there heard your wish and thatâs how you found yourself watching from the other end of the hallway as two boys shoved a note in your locker, snickering to themselves.Â
Well, this should be entertaining at least.Â
They didnât even try and look around to see if anyone was watching them, too caught up in their own scheme to realize the person whoâs locker they were messing with was watching them from just a few yards away.Â
â-âs gonna be so funny.â laughed one. You didnât even know their names. There were so many people at this school that how were you expected to keep up with everyone when you didnât even speak to them?
âYeah, sheâs gonna be embarrassed and weâll get a free show out of it.â laughed the other one.Â
You were right there. How was it that you could be on their radar for this shit and yet still remain completely invisible?Â
The two turned around and you pretended to be throwing something away in a nearby trash can quickly, so that they wouldnât realize that you had been staring at them.Â
âThere she is, we gotta go!â you heard one say in a voice that you assumed was his idea of whispering as the two scampered off while trying to hold off their laughter.Â
You gave them a generous thirty seconds to get away before making your way to your locker and opening it up, grabbing the note and reading it over. It took everything you had not to burst out laughing right there, and you were just going to throw it away when you had an idea.Â
Tucking it into your pocket, you smiled and made your way to the drama room for Hellfire as you started making your own plans for what youâd just read.Â
âAnd with the Dwarfâs golden pick rightfully returned to him, I think this is a good stopping point.â Eddie said, finally sitting back in his chair. Heâd been really revved up today, jumping around the table and getting in everyoneâs faces as he described what was happening. Heâd nearly rammed his head into yours at one point and you had barely managed to lean back enough so he didnât.Â
Eddie was always revved up, always ready to put on a show. He wasnât afraid to be loud or call out the bullshit of what was expected. Eddie would jump on tables, get in people's faces, declare himself King Freak.Â
He was perfect.Â
...For your plan. Nothing more. You knew heâd be on board when you explained what you wanted to do. He was perfect for... that.Â
As the rest of the club filed out, you stayed behind to help clean up the leftover soda cans and break down the board. You were also stalling because you didnât want any of the other members to witness what you were about to ask of Eddie.Â
âYour Scottish accent is getting better and worse at the same time.â you said, handing him one of the minis. âSometimes you nail it, and sometimes I donât think youâre even trying to say anything legible.âÂ
âItâs better than your character's accent! Is your tiefling from New Jersey or trans-atlantic?â Eddie laughed, shoving his notes unceremoniously in a folder.Â
âWhy do Dwarves need to be Scottish anyway?â you ignored his question, fully aware that your accents were no better. âI think you should mix it up. Make Canadian dwarves or something.â
This is how Hellfire usually ended, with the two of you joking around and talking about the session and making fun of each other while you tried to get hints about what was to come. He never gave anything away.Â
You blew out a few candles and Eddie went to readjust the lights. You reached into your pocket and pulled out the note.Â
âSo, Eddie.â you started, turning to him. âRemember how last month I helped you study for Mrs. OâDonnelâs midterm and you got a solid B?â
Eddieâs brow furrowed and he stopped what he was doing to look at you. Under the multicolored spotlights he looked... you never had the words to describe it. He just looked like Eddie. The Eddie that should be playing guitar on stage or the Eddie that kept your attention so easily and rapturously when he was running his games. You werenât ready to say that to his face yet, despite the contradiction of what you were about to do.Â
âI remember.â he said, walking over to you and crossing his arms. âI take it you arenât just bringing up a fond memory of us to reminisce about?â
âNot a chance.â you looked into his brown doe eyes. âItâs time for you to pay up.â And with that you handed over the note.Â
Eddie took it with a slight tilt of his head and unfolded it, scanning the contents.Â
My Dearest,Â
Iâve been watching you for weeks now, enraptored by your beauty. Iâve been too shy to talk to you, but now I want the chance to confess to you. Iâm in love with you, and have been all year. I donât care if everyone thinks youâre some weird Satanist freak because Iâm into that. Please be my date for homecoming and meet me at the school at 7:30 pm.
-Your secret admirer Â
âItâs not really a secret if youâre handing this directly to my face.â Eddie said, looking up from the note. âAnd you spelled âenrapturedâ wrong.âÂ
âI found this in my locker.â you said, ignoring his comments. âSome jocks think theyâre being funny and are clearly trying to pull some sort of prank to humiliate me.âÂ
âThink itâs a Carrie situation?â Eddie asked, looking over the note again before handing it back to you.Â
âThey donât have the guts to get any pig's blood.â you shook your head.Â
âSo what does this have to do with me? You know that Hellfire doesnât do school dances.â He said. âI thought we were just gonna blow it off, and Corroded Coffin is gonna do a secret show at the Quarry.â
âEddie, all your shows are secret.â
âNot true, we have recently gained another groupie. There are now a grand total of six drunks that regularly listen to us play.â Eddie pouted. âSix and a half if you count the cat thatâs been hanging around the Hideout.âÂ
âYeah, okay, remember me when youâre famous.â You said. âListen, I need your help. Iâm coming to you wanting to cash in my favor. I need the Freak to help me out here, Eddie.â
âFor what, exactly?â His eyes narrowed, but you stood your ground.Â
âIf I show up to homecoming, something's gonna happen. The best case scenario is that I show up and they ignore me and laugh while I wait for this fake person to show up. The worst case scenario ends with pigs blood and me learning I have telekinetic powers.â You explained.Â
âSo why even bother going? I thought we all agreed that Hellfire doesnât do school events.âÂ
That was a good point, and you were making a gamble on this. Eddie didnât do school events, and tried to make it a rule for his club as well. That didnât go over well when Mike insisted that he was going to take his girlfriend Jane to homecoming, and everyone finally came clean that Lucas was playing both sides of the field and playing basketball AND doing Hellfire.Â
You had to admit, Eddieâs face of disappointment and disapproval was pretty funny. You felt bad for the guy though, he avoided anything school related like the plague outside of this club. Eddie had boasted that heâd never gone to prom or homecoming, and had been skipping any pep rally since his second senior year.Â
âYou agreed that you didnât go to events. I never agreed to anything.â you said firmly. âI only agreed to show up every Friday and wear the Hellfire shirt.â
âAnd again I ask, what does this have to do with me?â Eddie pushed.Â
âBe my date for homecoming.â you said. âMy fake date. I want you to get to me before they have the chance to.â
Eddie froze for a second, a thousand emotions flashing through his eyes at once. Youâd seen this look countless times when one of his players had thrown him a curve-ball and he had to scramble to figure out how to make it work for the game.Â
âYour fake date.â he said slowly. âSo you want me to- what exactly?âÂ
âI want you to show up and pretend to be the person who wrote this note.â you explained. âIâll pretend to be thrilled, you get to be seen with a cute girl at a dance, the gossip train gets something to talk about, and the jocks get their plans foiled. Everybody wins.âÂ
Eddie rolled his eyes at your plan. âOr you could just not show up at all and just come help us set up for the show.â He said.Â
âBut thatâs not fun.â You pointed out. âBesides, if they think weâre together even just for the night then theyâll leave me alone. Probablyâ
Eddie looked skeptical.Â
âPlease?â you leaned closer, making your eyes wide as possible. âEddie, these dicks have been on my ass all semester. I canât go two weeks without getting asked out as a joke or having some meat head yell about how his âfriend thinks Iâm cuteâ. Itâs fucking annoying, and ignoring them has done jack and shit.âÂ
You saw the stone look in his eyes falter and his shoulders ease up. âYouâre really serious about this?â he asked.Â
âI am.â you confirmed. âYou do this for me, and you can have full creative control. Show up in your Hellfire shirt, hell you could show up in your pjs and Iâll pretend to be thrilled that youâre my secret admirer. Weâll make sure that weâre seen, then we can go to the quarry. We donât even have to stay for fifteen minutes. Just show up for me, Eddie. Please.âÂ
Eddie took a deep breath and rubbed his face with his hands. âFifteen minutes. All I have to do is show up and pretend that Iâm your secret admirer and then we leave. Right?â
âRight.â You promised. âThatâs all I need.â
Eddie sighed deeply and grabbed his jacket and threw it on. âI am never asking for your help studying again. You drive a hard bargain.â Despite his words he had a grin on his face.Â
âIâm going easy on you, if you had gotten an A Iâd be demanding that you show up in a full tux with roses.â you teased. âIâm talking about the full cheesy school dance treatment. Corsage, first dance, all of it.â
âDonât even start, youâd have to get me to completely ace her whole class to get that kind of treatment.â Eddie grabbed your shoulder and started pushing you up the stairs. âI wouldnât even know where to get a tux.âÂ
âI think youâre supposed to rent one.â you laughed as the two of you made your way out of the drama room and closed the door. âI, however, will need to actually buy my dress.â
âYouâre really gonna get a dress for this? Weâre only going for fifteen minutes.â Eddie pointed out.Â
âOh, would you rather me show up looking terrible?â you asked, raising an eyebrow. âYou really wanna show up and fake-confess to me looking plain and like I donât care?â
âYou really want to sell this, huh?â Eddie laughed.Â
âItâs the only way I can think of for them to stop.â You said.Â
The two of you made your way to the parking lot. Eddie walking you to your car.Â
âRemember Eddie, you have full creative control over how you want to do this.â you said, getting in the driver's seat. âI donât care how you show up, just go loud.â
âEddie âthe Freakâ Munson would never disappoint.â he said, closing the door for you with a flourish.
You were going to get a dress for this.Â
No, you werenât, you were only going to be there for fifteen minutes at most.Â
But your mom would want to take pictures and be thrilled you were even going. After all, youâd avoided it during your first four years of high school.Â
And you wanted to.Â
That was the real kick in the pants for all this. You wanted to go to homecoming. You wanted to have a night to dress up and look nice and have fun with your friends. Unfortunately, only the freshmen were going to the dance, and as much as you loved Mike, Lucas, and Dustin, you didnât really think youâd have a lot of fun with some kids a good five years younger than you. Hell, Mike and Lucas had actual dates and Dustin had a long distance girlfriend!Â
Youâd be the single person in the group and that didnât exactly put points in your favor for sticking around for the dance. The rest of Hellfire didnât bother going to these kinds of things, as this town made it clear that school events were for normal people who enjoyed normal things, whatever the fuck that meant.Â
As much as you denied ever wanting to go to homecoming or prom, you knew that you wanted to, and you knew who you wanted to go with.Â
On the bright side, at least youâd get your secret wish now, even if it was for fifteen minutes.Â
Eddie had made it clear since the first time the words âschool danceâ were uttered in his presence a few years ago that he wasnât going to even entertain the idea of showing up. Those nights were dedicated to one shots or longer sessions for Hellfire. So for the past few years you had skipped out on any dances in favor of at least telling your beat up journal that you had technically spent prom or homecoming with Eddie Munson.Â
You walked into the department store that you knew had a sizable selection of dresses, took one look at the price tags, and walked right back out. It was insane to spend that money on one night of dancing, let alone fifteen minutes.Â
Besides, where else would you even wear a dress like that? You laughed at the idea of showing up to Hellfire, with your shirt on over whatever you would have picked. Thatâd be stupid.Â
....
But itâd also be funny.Â
You walked back into the department store and ignored the front and center mannequins to hit up the clearance rack instead. Even as you browsed, you were still trying to convince yourself that you didnât need to buy something for this. Eddie was probably just going to show up in his old faded DIO shirt and some old jeans (maybe the ones that had that hole in the butt that showed his boxers when you stood behind him, if you were lucky). He probably wouldnât even brush his hair.Â
You had a choice to make. How much of an effort did you want to put into your appearance for this? Should you follow Eddieâs approach and just show up as normal, or should you allow yourself an indulgence in the Cinderella fantasy? What did you want, and what did this revenge situation call for?
You wanted to look nice. You wanted to tell your journal that you had a date with Eddie and that you looked good and that those asshole jocks didnât even recognize you. Wouldnât it be better that way anyway? No matter what Eddie looked like when he showed up, the point would be made clear; you were off the market (as far as anyone would be able to tell) and Eddie Munson had gotten the girl. No, not the girl; a girl. Being the girl implied that you were someone that Eddie had an interest in.Â
Dresses of different lengths and cuts and colors started to blend together as you indulged in the fantasy of matching your dress to whatever Eddie was going to wear. You flipped through the dress rack while you mentally flipped through all the shirts you had seen Eddie wear in the last few weeks. He favored darker colors most times, the main exception being the white Hellfire Club shirt.Â
âDark clothes donât stain as easily.â heâd explained before.Â
You kept flipping through the racks of last seasonsâ fashion, trying to find something that you could wear. Halfway through you considered giving up and just showing up in what you would have worn to the quarry if you hadnât planned this whole thing.Â
You need to commit to the bit. You reminded yourself. These jocks are expecting you to look pretty and then try to embarrass you. Donât half ass it.
Sucking it up, you made your way over to the normal racks. Your mom had given you some cash to buy yourself a nice dress, but you had been hoping to just buy something cheaper and save the rest to buy off of Eddie later.Â
You walked out of the store, bag in hand, with a receipt showing a number that made you feel sick. You reminded yourself over and over it was for you, Eddie, and your mom.Â
âAre you sure you have the charisma for this?â Gareth asked. âYou always roll shit with any charisma roll.â
âGareth, I donât know if you know this, but rolling a die and saying that Iâm trying to do something is different than actually doing it outside of the game.â you said as the two of you made your way into the Library. You had it on good authority that this was the jocks study hall period, and you wanted to really sell your plan.Â
âI still donât get why I have to be part of this. Iâm not even going to homecoming either.â He grumbled. âThis whole thing is stupid. You should just come to the show instead.âÂ
âI can do both.â you waved him off. âAll I need you to do is let me talk at you-â
âYou do that anyway.â
âYes, but this time I need you to pretend to be invested.â You explained. âYou let me talk about how excited I am for homecoming and to meet my secret admirer and I use my powers of being able to leave school during lunch to bring you McDonaldâs tomorrow.âÂ
Gareth couldnât argue with that, no teenage boy could resist the sweet temptation of greasy fast food in the middle of the school day. It was more than a fair trade, even if Gareth didnât see the point in this. You just really wanted to sell your plan.Â
âRemember, all you need to do is ask me who Iâm going to Homecoming with.â you reminded him.Â
The two of you walked over to where the group of basketball players were goofing off and not really studying, and the two who had slid the note into your locker started nudging each other and snickering to themselves.Â
âSo who are you going to homecoming with?â Gareth asked, his line delivery stiff and unnatural and disinterested. You had to fight with yourself to not roll your eyes at the lackluster performance.Â
âI donât know!â your voice was a little higher pitched at the response, trying to emulate the cheerleaders youâd seen giggling in their groups as they gossiped. You pulled the note that you had been keeping in your pocket. âI got this note asking me to meet them at the dance, so I have no idea!â
You continued to gush to the disinterested Gareth how excited you were to be asked to go, and speculating on who it could be. The entire time, your friend looked like heâd rather be smashing his head against the table than listen to you talk about this, which was honestly more fun for you than the jocks reactions.Â
From the table behind you, the normally loud group of boys were attempting to be quiet as they snickered and nudged each other. You wished that Gareth would try and talk a little more so that you could stop talking to eavesdrop on them.Â
When the jocks started getting louder again, thatâs when you dropped the conversation. They werenât interested in hearing anymore and so you werenât either.Â
âSo what was the point of that?â Gareth muttered, making his way to the exit of the library.Â
âI donât want them to forget about me. If Iâm gonna be completely honest, I really just expected them to totally forget they left something in my locker about this.â you adjusted your backpack, following him out. âIâm committed to the bit.â
âSounds like youâre just asking for trouble.â He shook his head.Â
âMaybe a little.â you sighed. âEddie and I are graduating this year and I donât want to look back at my time here and think that I just took the bullshit that was given to me. I just want them to get off my ass for the rest of the year.âÂ
âDo you really think itâll work?âÂ
âOnly one way to find out.âÂ
Part 2 It's Gonna Be A Night We'll Never Forget (Coming Soon)
Dividers By: @strangergraphics
Tag List: @somethingvicked @ladysilence @leelei1980 @seexyyprincess @rosebudsgarden @ghcstpyre @crocwork-clockodile
Palestinians were still suffering and dying by the thousands long before October 2023 so it makes absolutely no sense for you to bend over backwards to defend bigoted behavior towards us under the excuse that it âhappened years agoâ - Palestinians didnât start suffering once you personally became aware of it. What xyz did and said in 2021, 2018, 2014, 2009, 2008, etc. still is bigoted and genocidal. Supporting Palestinian suffering is not excusable after a certain date, assholes.
Iâm completely obsessed with the idea of eddie who is so overwhelmingly head-over-heels infatuated with you. like itâs SO obvious to anyone who observes the way he is when youâre around, when youâre brought up in conversation, anything. he tries to be suave and chill and reserved, but he fails miserably (itâs not a bad thing though). his friends tease him lovingly when he cuts plans short for you, or when he gets that starry-eyed look when he talks about you, or when he follows you around like a puppy at any group outing. eddie is anything but subtle, heâs completely lovesick and it shows.
Summary: Your lab partner, Eddie Munson, might be the most irritating person in your life. But when he unexpectedly comes to your rescue at a party, his chivalry is too hard to resist.
A collaboration with the absurdly talented @corroded-hellfire đ„°
WC: 3.8k
Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), fem!Reader, enemies-to-lovers, drinking, Billy Hargrove being a douche, fighting, blood, praise, fingering, accidental voyeurism if you squint, unprotected p in v, fluff because Red & I are some corny motherfuckers
Thank you @blueywrites for your idea that upped the spice đ¶ïžđ¶ïž
Divider credit to @saradika
âOkay, so we need to mix the magnesium with hydrochloric acid,â you start, carefully measuring each substance and pouring them into a test tube, âand then we light the splint and see if it creates a squeaking noise.â
âRight,â Eddie says, not bothering to hide his disinterest. âAnd, uh, why are we doing this, exactly?â
You clench your jaw and exhale through your nose. Eddie getting under your skin is bad enough, but if he knew how much he annoyed you, heâd likely double down.Â
âWeâre testing for the presence of oxygen,â you say with as much patience as you can muster. âAnd you need to wear safety goggles.â
He rolls his eyes and mimics you in a high-pitched and highly unflattering tone. âYou need to wear safety goggles.âÂ
He reaches for the matches, but you pull them away before he can grab them.Â
âIâm serious.â
Eddie scoffs. âPlease. Weâre not even blowing shit up. Besides, I have a gig tonight, and Iâm not getting on stage with goggle marks on my face.â
Now itâs your turn to roll your eyes. âYeah, Iâm sure thatâll be the difference between your shitty band getting a record deal or not.â
âWhatever.â But he begrudgingly snaps on the protective gear, and you hand over the matchbox and the splint.Â
âSo just liâseriously?â You watch, dumbfounded, as Eddie strikes a match and uses it to light the cigarette perched between his lips. Where had he kept it this whole time?
âWhat?â He asks with a smirk. âThereâs, like, a million of these left. Iâll use the next one for the experiment thingy.â
He doesnât get that far; Ms. OâDonnell marches over and yanks out the cigarette, snuffs it in the tray, and orders him to the principalâs office.Â
Leaving you to complete your work alone. Again.Â
Last week, it was because heâd kicked his feet up on the table and took a swig of Mountain Dew from a beaker. The week before, heâd blown up a rubber glove like a balloon and popped it right in Jason Carverâs ear, causing him to shatter a test tube on the ground.Â
You often felt more like a babysitter than a lab partner.Â
What you needed was a night out, so the party Steve Harrington was throwing tonight could not come any sooner. It wasnât your usual scene, but all of your friends were going, and it certainly beat raiding your parentsâ liquor cabinet alone.Â
Music blasts from an overpriced stereo system as you pull up to Steveâs house. Barely audible over the reverberating bass is the sound of drunken cheering as someone does a kegstand. You sigh, plaster a smile on your face, and make a beeline for the punch bowl.Â
Heather Holloway ladles jungle juice into an already pink-stained cup; youâre grateful for at least one kind face in a sea of Hawkins High students and recent graduates.Â
âHeather, hi!â You smile at her, plucking a new cup from the stack and filling it nearly to the brim. âHowâs college?â
Heather takes a sip, wrinkling her nose at the vodkaâs pungency. âWay better than high school,â she says with a laugh. âIâm taking an intro to biochem, and my lab partner actually shows up.â
You raise your glass in a mock toast. âMaybe you could take mine. Heâs more trouble than heâs worth.â
She laughs. âCanât be worse than when I was stuck with The Freak last year. He never showed up to class.âÂ
âReally?â
âMhm. And Ginny Anderson was his lab partner during his first senior year, and he pulled the same shit.â
Lucky them, you think wryly. Guess he decided to be a star student for his third go-around.Â
Frat boy-style cheering echoes from behind you and when you spin around you see Billy Hargrove strutting through the crowd, towards the kitchen. He throws a wink to a few girls and slaps five to one of the guys on the basketball team. If heâs coming into the kitchen, itâs the last place you want to be.
The living room is smoky and loud, but it beats getting stuck next to the booze with a jackass like Hargrove. Every thump of the bass has the little sips of alcohol youâve taken sloshing around in your stomach. Itâs hard to tell where youâre going or even what direction youâre going with so many people, so you just keep wading through groups until finally you come upon some space to breathe.Â
Unfortunately, this space brings you right back to where you began: in front of the kitchen. Just in time for Billy to sidle up next to you, the scent of whiskey and tangy cologne wafting off of him in waves.Â
âWhere have you been all my life?â he asks, as if itâs supposed to be charming instead of nausea-inducing.Â
âWas better a second ago,â you mumble, not caring if he hears you or not. But when you move to step away from the blonde, the smarmy look slips from his too-pretty face and is replaced with a mask of set determination.Â
Strong fingers curl around your wrist, just tight enough to cause the barest amount of pain. The audacity and possessiveness are what piss you off the most, though.Â
A gentle tug of your arm does nothing to free it from his grip, so you try a little harder. Still nothing.
âLet go,â you seethe. The words are biting, but youâre a chihuahua up against a doberman.Â
Somehow, above your pulse pounding in your ears and the music thumping throughout the large house, you hear the distinct clang of a metal lunchbox snap shut and heavy boots on polished wood floors headed in your direction.Â
You sense Eddie over your shoulder before he appears in your peripheral vision. A moment hangs in the air where he and Billy stare at one another, and you watch them both, unsure of what is about to happen.Â
Eddie steels his jaw, unmoving. âLet her go,â he says, a slight rasp in his tone.Â
The jock remains unfazed, unthreatened. âShouldnât you be worshiping Satanâs asshole, Freak?â
âShouldnât you be worshiping Tommyâs? Or does he only worship yours?â
A cacophony of laughter stirs up an anger inside of Billy. He grabs Eddie by the jacket collar and slams him against the counter. âIf you donât fuck off in the next three seconds, Iâll kick you ass so hard that your uncle wonât even be able to identify your body.â
Eddie smirks. âOneâŠtwoââ
Billyâs fist crashes into Eddieâs cheek with a sickening crack. Eddie returns with a punch to Billyâs abdomen, but not before his face sustains a few more hits.Â
Shock loosens its grasp on you and you call out for help, knowing itâs no use getting in the middle of their brawl. SomeoneâTommy H, maybeâis chanting âfight!â and it takes all of your willpower not to clock him yourself.Â
Billy finally lets up when Eddie falls to the floor, clutching his stomach in agony. âMaybe next time, youâll mind your fucking business,â he spits through his split lipâone of the few punches Eddie managed to land.Â
His smarminess is enough to provoke a reflexive response in you. As he gloats, you deliver a swift kick square to his crotch. A choked whine slips from Billyâs parted lips as he doubles over. You snort a laugh to yourself thinking about how the dumbbell is probably going to spin this story so he doesnât seem like any less than the King of Hawkins High in front of his fellow party-goers. Heâll never be able to take away your satisfaction at using a pair of your nicest shoes to crush Billyâs balls though.Â
Eddie is still on the ground, wiping blood thatâs trickled out of his right nostril onto the back of his sleeve. Turning your back to Billy, you bend down and offer your hand to Eddie. He accepts it with a weak smile and you help him to his feet.Â
âAre you okay?â you ask.
âNothing I canât handle,â Eddie says with a shrug and a sad smile that knots your stomach. Heâs been hurt worse than this?
Unable to follow that train of thought, you reach out and slip your hand into Eddieâs. You give a small tug and he readily follows you down the hall of the Harrington home, the thumping beat of the bass becoming softer the further you walk.Â
In the back corner of the house you manage to find a bathroom thatâs not occupied by someone puking the mixture of alcohol theyâve consumed or a couple hooking up, going at it like wild animals. This one looks like itâs been hardly touched all night and you click the lock into place once you and Eddie are inside.Â
Eddie takes a seat on the closed toilet lid, his calloused fingers coming up to gently touch the gash right across his chin. He winces at the tenderness of the wound while you crouch down and look in the cabinets underneath the sink for a first aid kit.Â
âAh, here we are,â you announce as you pull out the small white box with the red cross on it. On your knees, you shuffle over towards Eddie and slide the kit along with you. âItâs not so bad,â you tell Eddie as you dab some rubbing alcohol on a small swath of gauze. âThe face just bleeds more becauseââ
âBecause the blood vessels in the face are so close to the skin,â Eddie finishes for you.Â
âWow,â you say, raising your eyebrows at him. âIâm impressed.â
âWe are in the same science class, you know,â Eddie teases with a playful smirk. It quickly turns to a grimace though as you begin to dab at his wounds.Â
âI thought I recognized you from the seat next to mine,â you joke back. Thereâs silence for a few moments while you clean off all the excess blood and bandage up the open cuts. âWhy are you suddenly interested in science this year? I mean, I was talking to Heather before and she said you never showed up when you were her lab partner. So, what? Renewed attempt to graduate?â
âUh,â Eddie says with an awkward chuckle. He avoids your eyes and rubs his hand along the back of his neck. âSomething like that.â
âGot the hots for OâDonnell?â
He belly laughs at that thought, grimacing at the pain it causes. âFuck, no!â He shakes his head. âShe looks like a walrus and a naked mole rat had some sort of freaky baby.â
You wrinkle your nose. âEw.â
âYou were the one who suggested Iâm into her,â Eddie rebutted, and fairly so.Â
âI didnât make you compare her to aââ
A loud crash stops you mid-sentence, followed by someone drunkenly lamenting, ânot the punch!â
âWeâre probably safer hiding out in here for a bit,â Eddie says softly, âunless you want to volunteer to clean up whatever mess they made.â
âI think cleaning up your mess is more than enough for tonight.â To punctuate your point, you swipe a clean piece of gauze over a small cut youâd previously missed. âBesides, I wanna know whatâs suddenly got you showing up to class.â
Eddieâs eyes roam your body far more conspicuously than heâd like, but the attention fills you with a newfound warmth. âYou.â He snorts out a little laugh, startling you slightly. âFuck, Iâm drunker than I thought.â
âW-Wait.â You fight off the embarrassment that accompanies your stuttered words. âIâm the reason âŠ?â
He noticed your reaction, mistaking disbelief for discomfort. âDoes that make thingsâŠdoes that make you feel weird?â Nerves marr whatever joking tone he was trying to convey.Â
All you can do is shake your head. âNo. It makes thingsâŠgood.â Good insufficiently describes your reaction, though part of you waits for the other shoe to drop. Itâs a prank, his way of getting back at you forâ
A hooked finger in the belt loop of your jeans snags your attention, Eddie gently tugging you closer to him. âAnd now?â
âStill good. Better, actually.â Resting one hand on his sore chest, you lean in and add, âwill it hurt if I kiss you?â
âDonât care.â
Despite him not caring, you certainly care if youâre going to hurt him or not. Your mouth moves slowly towards his, lips just barely brushing against each other as your breaths co-mingle. Itâs not enough for Eddie though, and he presses his lips against yours with more force, stealing the air from your lungs as your body melts against his. The back bathroom at the Harrington household is not something you wouldâve considered romantic before, but right now itâs the only place you want to be. Tucked away in the corner with Eddie, trading explorative kisses as your hands roam each other's bodies.Â
Your body buzzes when Eddieâs tongue sweeps against yours, heat immediately pooling between your legs.Â
Instinctively, gingerly, you press your torso to his, one trembling finger hooking into his belt loop. A moan escapes you, soft but saturated with need. Eddie clocks it immediately.Â
âMhm.â His smile threatens to break the kiss. âThatâs it.âÂ
You feel the button of your jeans unfasten, the sound of unzipping music to your ears. His hand slips between the denim and the newly exposed lace of your panties, grin widening when it reaches the damp patch.Â
Eddieâs hardness strains against the confines of his own pants, and you rush to relieve that ache. His exhale when you touch himâover his boxers, but not as gently as he touches youâmakes you even wetter.Â
âGotta have you.â He toys with your waistband but doesnât explore further until he hears your âyes,â pathetic and whimpering but consent nonetheless. âGood girl,â he growls, sending a shiver coursing through you.Â
The pads of his fingertips find your clit without struggle, rubbing precise circles over it that have you groaning his name. âEvery time you say my name from now on,â he murmurs, âIâm gonna think about this.â
âEddie, Eddie, Eddie.â Itâs part taunt and part truth; only his name is on your mind. Your back arches against the sink, porcelain digging into your skin, but you barely notice.Â
One strong hand reaches for the strap of your tank top, pulling it down so harshly that the fabric tears. He mutters a soft swear, tugs the rest of the shirt down until your bra is completely visible.Â
âFuckinâ perfect.â Eddie kisses your chest, groaning when the sensation of his lips causes you to squeeze his throbbing cock. âCareful, or Iâllââ
Heâs interrupted by the door swinging wide open, Billy and Heather wrapped around each other in drunken lust. Billyâs eyes widen, their blueness dulled from the liquor, when he sees that the bathroom is currently occupiedâand by whom.Â
The intrusion startles you as well, but youâre much quicker at recovering than the inebriated asshole gaping at you from the doorway.
âGet the fuck out!â you hiss.Â
Heather turns her head to look in your direction, as if she hadn't been aware there was anyone else in the bathroom until youâd spoken up. Itâs clear sheâs had quite a few more drinks since youâd seen her in the kitchen.
Whether itâs the alcohol, the shock, or his own stupidity, Billy doesnât make a move towards leaving, let alone tug Heather along with him. The blonde shakes a few curls out of his eyes, causing Heather to reach up and twirl one around her finger.
âJesus Christ, is this douche even capable of hearing a woman if she isnât moaning his name?â Eddie mutters to you before rounding on the drunken pair and raising his voice. âThe lady said out. Now.âÂ
Something finally snaps Billy out of his dazed state and he curls his lip, giving the two of you a half-hearted sneer. He pulls Heather out of the doorway so quickly that it looks like she gets whiplash as he slams the door closed behind them.Â
Eddie leans over and locks the door, giving the knob a twist for good measure. âDo me a favor, honey?â His voice is a ribbon of silk down your spine. âTurn around so youâre facing the mirror.â
You do as he says, hands planted on the sink ledge. Your shirt is torn, make-up smudged, and youâre out of breath from the impromptu make out session. Ducking your head, youâre determined to avoid your reflection until tobacco-scented words tickle your ear from behind.Â
âBe a good girl and look at yourself while I fuck you.â Eddie moves your thong over, exposing your pussy, and exhales with a tremble. His middle finger glides over your folds before pushing into you slowly. âYou got wetter when I called you a good girl, didnât you?â
âMhm,â you manage, stifling a moan as his ring finger joins his middle.Â
A teasing pout graces Eddieâs lips. âSuch a good girl. And only for me.â
âOnly for you,â you echo.Â
He taps the head of his cock on your bare ass, leaving drops of pre-cum in his wake. âGotta be inside you,â he growls. âGotta fuckinâ feel what a good girl you are.â
The sensation of his cock dragging down along your folds mixed with him knowing just what to say to get you squirming has you dropping your head forward with a soft whimper. A strong, calloused hand quickly finds its way up to your throat though, and presses with just enough pressure to remind you that youâre supposed to be looking at yourself in the mirror.Â
When you lift your head, youâre greeted by the sight of a smirking Eddie behind you in the mirror.
âAtta girl,â he praises.Â
At a torturously slow pace, Eddie begins to push inside of you. A guttural groan slips past your gritted teeth as he stretches your walls, the pleasure causing you to curl your toes inside your shoes.
âFuck,â Eddie breathes out before pulling his hips back. âPussyâs even tighter than I imagined.â
The mental image of Eddie laying in bed with his hand wrapped around his cock, thinking of you is enough to make your knees weak. They canât buckle too much; Eddie has one hand gripping you tight and the other trailing down to your clit. Each deliberate circle is punctuated by a thrust, pleasure from every angle.Â
He kisses your shoulder blade, groaning when you tighten around him. âLook at yourself,â he growls his reminder. âLook how beautiful you are, all fucked out like this.â
You catch another glimpse; this time, you see Eddieâs lust-filled expression along with your own. Heâs even further gone than you are, so focused on burying himself within you to care about the sweat matting his bangs to his forehead or the way his teeth dig into his lower lip.Â
âSay it.â His voice is half-commanding, half-pleading.Â
âS-Say what?â Each word is a struggle, your orgasm building to a peak youâd never before reached.Â
âThat youâre beautiful.â He tugs you even closer to him, and thereâs no mistaking his dominance for anything else. âSoâgoddamnâbeautiful.â
You follow his order without a second thought. âIâm b-beautiful, all fucked out like th-this.âÂ
Eddieâs hips snap against the plush of your ass at a frenetic pace. âThatâs it; thatâs my good girl.â Not a good girl, you note. His good girl.Â
One hand atop his, desperate for as much contact as possible, you moan: âyour good girl.â
âOh, fuck.â Everything is youâyou and him together, and it drives him to the edge. âYouâŠyou gottaâŠâm so close,â he rambles.Â
âMe, too.â Panting breaths mingle with his groans, your walls tightening around him as you come. Itâs so much, so intense, and tears cloud your vision resulting from the overwhelming bliss. âEddie, oh, Eddie.â
He spills into you with a cry of your name. âH-ohmygod, holy fuckinâ shit.â His thrusts donât stop until every last drop of his cum is inside you.Â
Eddieâs chest presses against your back, but heâs careful not to put all his weight on you. The feeling of him so solid and warm behind lulls you from pure ecstasy to warm contentment, not wanting to move out from beneath him.Â
A few silent moments pass before Eddie pulls out of you, both of you disappointed by the loss of contact. But Eddieâs hands refuse to let you go entirely, gently running over your hips and up your sides. The touch is featherlight and sends a comforting tingle throughout your limbs.
âYou with me?â Eddieâs worn-out voice asks you.
âMhmm,â you hum in acknowledgment. âDonât wanna move.â
Eddie gives a husky chuckle in reply before he stands up, reluctantly taking a step away from you. Your own muscles whine in protest as you stand straight, the tell-tale signs of a good fucking already settling in.Â
The two of you begin to clean up, each slipping back into articles of clothing along the way. One question prickles the back of your mind in the quiet room and you know your brain wonât be able to rest until it has an answer.
âUh, Eddie?â you ask once youâve cleaned up your smeared lipstick.
âYeah?â
âAre you still going to come to class? Or, you know, now that youâve had me you wonât have a reason to anymore?â You try to hide the insecurity in your tone but there was no mistaking the slight edge your words had.Â
Eddie pauses mid-buckling his belt and gives you a frown.Â
âSweetheart,â Eddie says and the nickname alone already has your engine revving for a round two. âI wouldnât sit through OâDonnellâs class for someone I only wanted to fuck. If Iâm gonna listen to that hag drone on and on then thereâs a damn good reason Iâm sitting my ass in that classroom.â With a sigh, Eddie steps closer to you and after a momentâs hesitation, cups your face in his hands. âCan I take you out? Do things, ya know, the right way?â
A little trill of a giggle bursts out of you, which makes Eddie frown. But youâre quick to let him in on what you found amusing.
âYou mean having sex in a bathroom at Steve Harringtonâs house isnât the typical way romances start?â
A grin slowly slides across Eddieâs mouth and you swear itâs one of the most beautiful things youâve ever seen. All you want to do is keep that smile on his handsome face as much as you possibly can.Â
âA romance, huh?â He clicks his tongue. âIf Iâd known thatâs what this was, I wouldâve at least fucked you in a guest room.â
You let your fingers brush over the fly of his jeans, feeling a gentle twitch from behind the zipper. âHow about for round two?â
Eddie holds your face in his hands as he kisses you deeply, only breaking it to smile and murmur:Â
The Dos & Don'ts of Fake Dating | E.M. x reader | pt. 4
[all chapters here]
summary: You propose a crazy idea to the resident freak of Hawkins, Eddie Munson. But maybe he was even crazier for agreeing to itâŠ
notes & tropes: fem reader, faking dating, opposites attract, bratty rich bitch reader, minor revenge plot, not-quite-enemies-to-lovers
a/n: Oooh lads, here we are again! I was going to save this chapter for tomorrow, but I'm having a bad day, so I decided to treat all of us with an update today! Not too much happens in this chapter, however, it still charmed me very much, and I'm the one who fucking wrote it lol. As always, enjoy and let me know what you think!
âWhat the hell?â Amelia hisses while practically slamming down her lunch tray. You looked up at her with feigned ignorance, your eyes cool as you took both her and Janet in. Youâd once again attempted sitting at your new lunch table, the same dorky couple sharing it with you, amongst a few of their friends. Although the group briefly eyed you, theyâd been ignoring you for the past few minutes. That is, until your friends showed up.
âWhat?â You asked before turning your attention back to your food.
âYou know what.â Amelia insisted, staying on her feet with an irate look. You were shocked she even dared to come out here in no manâs land to talk to you for a second time. Janet, submissive as ever, stayed back, looking between you both with worried eyes, âDid you hit your head or something? Why are you suddenly so interested in Munson?â
Annoyance jaded your features. You settle your glaring eyes on Amelia, your voice just as accusatory as hers, âWhy does it matter?â
She scoffed as if it was the most obvious thing in the word, âBecause heâs a loser. Whatâs everyone gonna think if they keep seeing you two together? You already made a scene this morning, theyâre already talking.â
You shrugged, far too nonchalantly for Ameliaâs taste, as you spoke around a bite of food, which was actually your way of hiding the glee you felt knowing that people were already talking about you and Eddie, âDoes it matter? Does any of this shit matter?â
âOf course it does.â Janet finally chimed in, her voice calm compared to Amelia, âYou could get yourself in trouble hanging out with someone like him.â
You rolled your eyes before shooting her a condescending look, âWhen have I ever gotten in trouble for literally anything?â
âItâs bound to happen eventually.â Amelia countered, and you finally dropped your fork to look at them both, your frustration growing.
âIf it bothers you so much,â You start, your tone cold and direct, as non-emotional and harsh as you could manage, âstart hanging out with someone else. Start hanging around Duncan, for all I care. We have loads of other friends who Iâm sure wonât do something as stupid as talking to a boy.â
Amelia rolled her eyes at the way you mocked them, familiar with the tone of voice you were using. Sheâs heard you use it at least half a dozen times before when you two had gotten into stupid arguments in the past.
âLook, whenever youâre done PMSing or whatever, youâll see where weâre coming from.â With a finite look on her face, Amelia picked up her lunch tray again and headed off back to her familiar, comfortable lunch table. Janet gave you an apologetic look before scurrying off a moment later.
You should be upset. And, yes, a part of you was irritated by the conversation, and yet, a large smile spread across your face - you didnât anticipate that youâd piss Amelia off so quickly and acutely. You two have fought a number of times before considering how easily your personalities could clash, but this felt like you actually accomplished something. Your plan was already working wonders, despite your continued doubts.
As you went back to your quiet lunch, you couldnât help but watch your group of friends from afar, mostly in irritation, although you felt a mild pang of loss in your chest. They all looked so happy, so at ease with one another, and a part of you suddenly missed that feeling. But you knew you were just being nostalgic, because you wouldnât feel any of those things if you sat with them - you wouldnât feel happy or at ease, rather youâd feel annoyed and tense.
Yet you couldnât help but that bit of sadness you felt at the sight of them.
Even Duncan, that asshole, looked cheery as he shared a laugh with the guys, clapping one of them on the shoulder. You couldnât help but glower at the sight of him. Diverting your attention, your eyes began to scan the lunch room, wondering where exactly Eddie and his band of rejects sat. Youâd never noticed before considering that it didnât matter in the past, but it was probably a good idea to start keeping track of these types of things.Â
You eventually found the gaggle of geeks, watching as they excitedly conversed. The mean-spirited part of you made a judgmental face, assuming they were talking about D&D or the arcade or something else equally as nerdy. After a few moments of taking in the group as a whole, you found yourself studying Eddieâs face, taking in his ever-changing expression; he didnât seem to notice you watching him, which gave you a better chance at observing him.
Eddie was always theatrical, you realized, always throwing his arms around as he spoke or raising his voice for particular emphasis. You found it strange just how big his communication style was, especially considering how tightly wound you always were. Where he had his exaggerated movements and his dramatic tones, you had your tight motions and controlled voice. Just thinking about how different he was dared to give you a headache, and you caught yourself wondering what the hell youâd be in for once you two moved your fake relationship along.
Eventually, Eddie seemed to sense eyes on him, because his gaze found yours curiously. You raised an eyebrow, unsure if he was able to see the movement from halfway across the cafeteria; when he made a face in return, you figured he noticed. He, too, raised both brows as if in question, nudging his head ever so slightly - it appeared that he was asking you to join him, but you couldn't be sure if thatâs what he meant. Nonetheless, you shook your head at him, deciding that you were enjoying your quiet lunch and that you werenât quite ready to put up with his group of loser friends for even five minutes. Regardless of whether or not you wanted to, you knew youâd get to that point eventually. Eddie gave a shrug of his shoulders, as if silently saying âsuit yourself;â and although he turned his gaze back to his friends, you two continued stealing glances for the remainder of your lunch break.
Come Wednesday morning, Amelia wasnât waiting for you at your locker. No one was except for Janet, who looked tense before she spotted you walking towards her. She tried to put on a brave face once you two met eyes.
You figured this meant Amelia wasnât planning on talking to you anytime soon. Good. As for the rest of the group, it didnât matter to you either way. Although, it was still surprising to see Janet here by herself - she mustâve been sent by Amelia.
As you approached, Janet gave you a sheepish wave. You couldn't help the familial smile you gave her - she was a much easier person to get along with than most others in your circle.
âHow long before Amelia talks to me this time?â You jested with a mean quality to your voice.
Janet didnât appear to be amused by it, though, as she responded, âSheâll hold out forever if she feels like it.â
You huffed out a laugh while opening your locker, âGood point. Maybe thatâs not such a bad thing.â
You two were silent for a few long moments as Janet nibbled at her thumb nail and you moved belongings between your bag and your locker.
âWhatâs going on with you this week?â She finally asked, out of curiosity, rather than with judgment. Nonetheless, you shot her a look, to which she quickly waved her hands as if to calm down whatever bitchiness was about to stir up in you, âNo no, Iâm not trying to be mean. Itâs just⊠youâve been weird since school started.â
So, Janet noticed. You wondered if anyone else had. Maybe theyâd all been ignoring it, but now that Eddie was in the mix they couldnât keep that up anymore.
You shrugged as the pair of you began the trek through the halls to your respective classes, your answer noncommittal, ââWeird,â huh?â
Janet watched you as if she was waiting for you to elaborate, before sighing and asking, âIs there something going on? Like, something you need to talk about?â
You laughed without thinking, a mean and dismissive sound even to your own ears, âYeah right.â
Hurt flashed across Janetâs face, her tone clearly different than it was a moment before, âGeez, sorry I asked.â
âJust stop worrying about it, alright?â You insisted with harshness, your eyes cold as you looked over at her.
With a resigned expression, Janet dropped her head and sighed, muttering as she walked away, âYeah, whateverâŠâ
It briefly struck you that maybe you didnât have to be so bitchy all the time. But, then again, you didnât really know how to be anything else.
Your day went on as usual from that point. You discussed a boring book in first period, you wasted time in second period, and once third period rolled around, a vague excitement struck you as you remembered that that was the one class you shared with Eddie. You should not have been excited at that thought, not in the slightest, and yet it added something interesting to your otherwise stupid and monotonous day.
When you entered the classroom, Eddie was already there, sitting at his usual desk in the back corner, looking bored despite class not even starting yet, drumming his pencil absently on his desk. As you approached and he spotted you out of the corner of his eye, he sat up a little in his seat, a nearly cute smile crossing his lips. Once you reached his side, the kid next to Eddie glanced up at you curiously, to which you made a face; meanwhile, Eddie just appeared surprised that you were the one to initiate conversation.
âDidnât see you this morning.â You started simply, crossing your arms in front of you.
âI was late.â He shrugged lazily before giving you a conspiratory look, âWhat, were you waiting for me?â
You narrowed your eyes a little at his teasing, responding in a flat tone, âOh, I was absolutely heartbroken.â
âFigured.â Eddie grinned widely, to which you responded with a subtle smile.
You turned away and went to your desk in the second row, surrounded by other students who were part of your usual circle of acquaintances. While waiting for class to start, you looked around the room, your gaze unintentionally drifting back towards Eddie. You studied him for a few moments before a decisive look graced your features and you abruptly stood back up. The movement caused a couple of people to glance your way, but otherwise no one cared.
You walked to the back of the room, turning your attention on the boy sitting next to Eddie, who awkwardly looked between you and his desk as if he were nervous under your gaze, as if he feared looking you in the eye.
âMove.â You say harshly. He looks at you in surprise and confusion, to which you raise a curved brow as if challenging him to defy you, âMove.â
You didnât have to repeat yourself again. With a surprised scoff, he collected his things and migrated to the next available seat, which was sure to throw off the entire seating arrangement of the class for the day. As you plopped down at the desk next to Eddieâs, he laughed halfheartedly, his expression just as surprised as the other boyâs.
âJesus, you are mean.â He states, although his eyes seem to show at least a hint of appreciation. You shrug, pulling your notebook and pencil from your bag.
âWell, I wanted to sit here.â
âEver heard of the word âplease?ââ Eddie teased, shaking his head at you. You gave him a look out of the corner of your eye, refraining from talking back.
As the bell rang and the stragglers migrated in, people began to notice your change of seat. Some people looked at you strangely, others with disapproval, and the rest just didn't seem to notice or care at all. Hell, even your teacher had to pause and search for you during attendance, realizing you werenât at your usual desk. Her vague hum of disapproval was enough to get a few students to shoot glances your way. As if in response, Eddie stretched his leg across the aisle to rest his foot on the metal basket beneath your seat.
Math class came and went, and as you walked out of the room, Eddie followed right alongside. As you led the way to your next class, Eddie playfully bumped your shoulder with his, which was starting to become a common thing between you two already, a quick way for him to break the rules you laid out for him.
You glanced up at him with a raised brow, âYes?â
Eddie shrugged, looking falsely nonchalantly, causing you to narrow your eyes in confusion and perhaps mild annoyance. The playfulness wasnât something you were accustomed to, nor did you think you ever would.
âYou gonna sit with us at lunch?â He asked, to which you pulled a face, causing him to laugh without amusement, âI take it thatâs a âno.ââ
âI didnât exactly factor your friends into this plan.â
Eddie looked nearly amused, but also perhaps a touch critical, âWhat did you factor in?â
You made a face, but he continued to simply look down at you with a slight grin. You sighed in response, chewing the inside of your cheek with thought.
âI guess we need to come up with some more rules.â
âDo I get to make some this time?â Eddie joked.
You rolled your eyes smally, âIâll allow it.â
âThen I guess itâs a date.â You paused momentarily to look up at him with narrowed eyes.
âYou still have to actually ask me out, that doesnât count,â The pair of you reach your biology classroom, so you pause outside the door. âIâm expecting those flowers and balloons, you know.â
âIâm sure you are.â Eddie mocked, that damned grin still across his lips.
Students brushed past you to enter the classroom, and you briefly wondered if Duncan - who you shared this class with - was already here, if he had noticed the two of you. But you didnât dare to look into the classroom, because just your luck heâd figure you were looking for him. But as that thought crossed your mind, you took a small step closer into Eddieâs personal space, putting on your best look of interest as you stared up at him. Eddie first appeared flustered and confused, but he quickly brushed it off as he seemed to slowly realize what you were doing.
âYouâre not half bad at this, you know,â Eddie teased, his eyes shining as he said in a slightly lower voice, âIf I didnât know any better, Iâd almost believe you liked me.â
Despite yourself, your cheeks warmed a little, but you hoped that it wasnât obvious. Or maybe you did want it to be obvious. There was just something about Eddieâs tone that threw you off your rhythm, and you mentally kicked yourself for it.
âDonât flatter yourself.â The flirty expression on your face juxtaposed your flat tone, and Eddieâs face looked almost wicked in response.
âNo, thatâs supposed to be your job.â
You had to pull your eyes away from Eddieâs - you had absolutely no interest in him, but this performative flirting was starting to mess with you a little. Thatâs something youâd have to work on as well, because you didnât need this plan to confuse you one bit.
You didnât realize how long the two of you had been standing in the hallway, as the ring of the fourth period bell nearly startled you. You found Eddieâs eyes again, giving him as cute a smile as you could muster.
âGo before you land yourself in detention.â You instructed; Eddie grinned widely while shaking his head.
âI practically run detention.â He, again, brushed his fingers along the small of your back as he moved past you, holding your eyes as you watched him go, âIâll catch you later.â
You gave a small wave before dipping into the classroom, eyes roaming over everyone as you walked to your seat. You caught Duncan looking at you knowingly.
By Friday afternoon, Amelia was over your spat earlier in the week, insisting that you sit with them at lunch, to which you begrudgingly agreed after she kept pestering you. Well, maybe she wasnât entirely over it - her snide little comments throughout the week made that abundantly clear. But, just as most teenagers do, she chose to pretend it didnât happen and go on with life as usual. She ignored the little glances Eddie would shoot you in the hall, the little knowing looks you two shared, and you didnât mention your new seat next to him in math class.
After classes ended for the day, you were amongst a group of students lingering in the parking lot, everyone discussing that nightâs football game and other upcoming plans for the weekend. You actually managed to hold a half-decent conversation with a couple of the cheerleaders and a boy you once upon a time had a crush on back in freshman year; that never went beyond making out drunkenly a couple times at parties. Nearby, Duncan entertained a group with some story that probably wasnât as interesting as everyone acted; he hadnât acknowledged you this entire time, and had made it a point of ignoring you since Wednesday.
The group seemed to be in agreement that theyâd all go out after the football game, and of course it was presumed that meant everyone, including you. You avoided saying anything on the subject so you wouldnât be held accountable for it later.
At some point in your conversation, your former crush made a puzzled face at something past your shoulder. You mirrored his expression curiously, looking behind you to see what caught his attention.
Eddie was approaching the group. You had to give him credit, it was ballsy to come up to a dozen popular kids as the guy who was almost universally hated in this school. In that moment, you appreciated Eddieâs confidence and lack of fear.
You decided youâd rather spare yourself the headache of everyone ganging up on Eddie, so stealing a glance at the group, you slid off the hood of the car you sat on, walking away from them without another word. As you met him halfway, Eddie gave you a devilish grin, his eyes drifting from you to the crowd of kids just beyond your shoulder. You raised your brow challengingly at him, but managed a small half-smile at his presence.
You briefly wondered what they were all thinking, what they were all saying. You hoped it was nothing good at all.
âThey sure look happy to see me.â Eddie commented, casually sliding his hands in his pockets with a lazy grin once you two came together.
Just like youâve been working on, you stood closer to Eddie than you would have liked, giving a performance even as your back was turned to all of your friends and acquaintances. You needed to be convincing at all times, so you tried to think about all the little details that would suggest you were interested in Eddie, even if no one could see your face - leaning in as you spoke, twiddling your fingers, etc.
âSo, are you asking me out now?â You tilted your head to one side as you asked in a matter-of-fact tone.
A small huff escaped Eddieâs nose, âYouâre a real romantic, you know that, princess?â
âArenât I just?â You taunted, eyes narrowing.
Keeping his face cool, Eddie leaned forward so you were nearly eye level with one another, a smirk still resting on his lips as he responded in a prodding tone, âIâm going to ask you out now. If thatâs alright with you, of course.â
You made a face at his mocking tone, but nodded nonetheless, staring at him impatiently. Eddie put on an extra charming smile for the audience inevitably watching your interaction as he stood back to his full height.
âThen in that case,â He paused to eye you up and down with an expression youâd never seen on his face before - if you didnât know any better, you wouldâve bought it, and you nearly flushed at that thought. Eddie projected his voice, not so loud that it was obvious, but just enough that some of your friends were certain to hear him, âSo, what do you say? Let me take you out tonight, anywhere you want.â
âTonight?â You asked with actual surprise while Eddie smiled at you with a charming look on his face.
âUnless you have something better going on.â Eddie taunted while stealing a glance at the group behind you, his expression growing almost too cocky considering that you both knew that you couldnât say âno.â
You were certain the group was watching your conversation unabashedly, if Eddieâs attentive eyes were anything to go on. You traced your tongue along your lower lip as you drew out the moment just as Eddie had done to you before. When it seemed that you were taking too long, his gaze flicked back down to you.
âI really hope you donât have something better going on.â He added as if he were getting nervous, as if this was real and the feeling of rejection was creeping up on him. You raised your brows tauntingly, your expression a little mean, and Eddie realized you did this on purpose. He just had to refrain from letting his impatience show on his face.
You finally show him mercy, adding a flirty smile despite the fact that your friends still couldnât see your face, âAnywhere I want, huh?â
You could practically feel the impatient exhale that escaped Eddie, his eyes showing the slightest bit of annoyance at you. But he kept that charming grin in place.
âAnywhere.â
âThen itâs a date.â Your tone is a little brighter as you try to convey excitement.
You turn back in the direction of the group so that you could walk to your car, Eddie coming up alongside you. Your stride is confident despite all eyes on you, and you can see some of them whispering to one another. As you breeze past with Eddie beside you, you see Duncan shaking his head in disbelief, while another friend makes a harsh comment about Eddie.
âPick me up at 7,â You start to instruct, letting your cool eyes look over the crowd of popular kids, âfigure out if any good movies are showing, Iâm craving popcorn.â
Once you two reach your car, you lean your rear back against the driver door while looking up at Eddie who now had his back to the group. You almost enjoyed the reversal, as you were able to catch every small glance sent your way by Amelia, Janet, and everyone else; now you could see just how harshly everyone had been staring at you before.
You whispered, forcing Eddie to stand a little closer, âWeâre not actually going out tonight, I have something going on.â
âDamn,â Eddie teased with a false grin, âyou got my hopes up.â
âBut we do need to make plans soon,â You continue, ignoring his sarcasm, âWe have to figure out how this is going to work.â
âAnd itâd be nice if your fake boyfriend actually knew anything about you.â Eddie added, to which you made a face despite knowing he had a point. A curious look crossed his face, as if what you said about having plans just a moment ago was finally setting in, âSo⊠what do you have going on tonight?â
âNot telling.â You answer simply as you give him a wicked grin. Your eyes trail back to the group of your former friends for a split second, and in an impulsive act of defiance, you lean up to kiss Eddie on the cheek, his barely-there stubble tickling your lips. You pulled back with a flirty look, desperately fighting the impulse to make a face at the physical contact that you just initiated, âWeâll talk next week, Munson.â
dirtbag!college!eddie x art student!reader. college au. treating this as a possible intro to a new meetcute frenemies to luvers series <3 (unnamed as of rn)
foreword: since Eddie Munson is our collective Ken doll to dress up as we please I present to you my new and improved: dirtbag!college!Eddie. now with 50% more tattoos and a splash of 90s grunge college academia aesthetic.
cw: drinking, intoxication, R has breasts, R and Eddie are slut4slut in this
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The bass on this housepartyâs stereo pumps through the floorboards, rattling every wall of the building. Hiding out in the less-stimulating kitchen seems like a good option for tonight.
Apparently, this other guy thinks so, too, âcuz soon itâs just you and him across the counter from another. Heâs handsome, actually. Moonlight from a window above the sink highlights strong cheekbones and a sharp cupidâs bow as he helps himself to a glass from the cupboard.
Slinking out from elbow-rolled shirtsleeves are thick, dark vine tattoos; they wind around his forearms, smattered with hair and freckles, the ink trailing to end at his wrists.
You lean forward onto the counter separating you two (well aware that youâre spilling out of your top), then tip the neck of your beer bottle at him- âEddie?â
He spins to face you, raises a pretty brow, long lashes sweeping over auburn eyes- âUh- maybe? Who wants to know, dollface.â
A scrunch of distaste with your nose at the nickname, you barrel through the discomfort- âOh, I thought it might be you. Iâm Robinâs roommate. She said her weed guy had cool tattoos.â
The guyâs face lights up with a lopsided smile, dimples peeking out as he preens, âSo you think theyâre cool?â
You roll your eyes, take an unamused sip of beer, press a bit further into your hands on the counter. A little thrill at your small victory- his eyes flicking down once, twice, to your cleavage- you ride the alcohol-gifted looseness and adrenaline. âPsst. Hey. My eyes are up here, perv.â
Itâs a tease. A goad masked as chiding. Eddie sets his glass of water down, doe eyes fixed on yours, not falling for the trap of your quick inhale- âYou seriously sayinâ that to me, when youâre the one with your tits out?â
He tsks, walks those big boots over, leaninâ in to your counter space, close enough to smell the spice of his cologne- âWould almost think you like the attention.â
You swallow hard. Hold your ground, looking up at him through your lashes, bust still on display- âYeah, and youâd probably like to be the one to give it to me. In your dreams, pal.â
Itâs getting harder to play hard-to-get as Eddie bumps his hip against yours. The whites of his eyes are slightly bloodshot (you can smell the heady undercurrent of weed wafting from his clothes), while the black of his pupils are already blown out with feverish lust. âCâmon, have a heart, angel. Canât fault a boy for dreaminâ.â
And goddammit if you donât melt for that line. (He really is a rather great lyricist, as youâll come to find out this upcoming semester.)
In retrospect, youâll never admit it, but you did make the first move- pressed him right up against Linda Satlerâs kitchen counter and kissed him, with tongue. Robin walked in on the two of you and got in a full shriek before either of you realized someone else had come in, jumping apart like two children caught arms-deep in a cookie jar.
âGod, gross,â she gags, louder than the wave of sound flooding in from the open door. She crosses the room in a few swift strides and plucks at your elbow, a reproachful whisper- âI sent you to get weed, not to make out with the dealer!â
âI am getting weed, Robin,â you insist, patient but firm, pulling from her grasp to turn back to Eddie, teeth worrying at your bottom lip that shimmers with mixed saliva as you ask, sweet and simply- âCan I please have some weed?â
It wasnât actually your plan to butter Eddie up for a better price (another fact youâd remain stoically opposed to, later), but he gave it to you, all the same- a laughably low amount for a bundle of pre-rolls.
Robinâs eyes bug out at the amount he hands it over- then she smoothly pockets the goods and pats you on the shoulder. âOkay. My mistake. I actually love that youâre both getting acquainted in this manner. You have my blessing to do it a bunch more, just- not when Iâm in the room. Mâkay?â
She grins cheekily at Eddie before looping her arm in yours, pulling you with her towards the door- you call out before it closes behind you both, âRobinâs number is our landline! You can call me there, if you want!â
Eddie stands still for a few moments after youâre swallowed up by the noise of the party, palm flat to the twinge in his chest. Cupidâs arrow, he can feel it sinking in.
Heâs an RA, this semester. Really canât afford to be seeing cute girls and selling them weed- at least, not at the same time. Gotta straighten up a bit over Spring Break, he thinks.
Then he cracks the window open. Lights up a joint. Smokes out into the fresh night air and tries really hard to think of anything other than your tits. (A game of mostly losses.)
lets take a break from everything and actually try posting more abt palestine cause whats happening in there , is getting really out of control cuz no food , no electricity , almost no hospitals and rarely getting aid is horrifying and not jst that , asulting little kids to raping pregnant woman and torturing to celebriting your happy momments infront of them while their tied up naked. in the end i would jst say that lets pray ,donat and spread awareness is all we can do
If I ask nicely will people reblog this and tell me what their most common breakfast is? Not your favorite necessarily, just what you have for breakfast most frequently? đđœ