#eddie munson pov

[obsessedelusional]

Your Pretend Boyfriend

paring ✦ Eddie Munson x reader

summary ✦ You back from college, visiting during thanksgiving break. Jason Carver has always liked you the feelings not mutual. So when you catch him harassing Eddie you pretend to be his girlfriend. What happens with your pretend boyfriend? CONTAINS SMUT

word count ✦ 3,200ish

authors note ✦ BRO I’m almost to 300 followers and 5000+ likes omg y’all are tooooo sweeet to me hope y’all enjoy this

masterlist ✦ PART TWO

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The sound of your someone calling for you takes your gaze away from your phone. Looking up expecting to see your best friend. The two of you had plans to meet at this restaurant to catch up. You were in town visiting during thanksgiving break.

To your dissatisfaction it’s none other than Jason Carver. You groan annoyed knowing where this was headed. You’re parents were close and they always rooted for the two of you to end up together. Not a single part of you wanted anything to do with him. He was a few years younger than you. Also the worst human being on planet earth.

“You visiting for break?” He smiles leaning on the wall where you’re standing.

“Yup.” You say with no emotions, giving your full attention on your phone. Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of giving him any attention.

“What brings you here?”

“Meeting someone.” You answer eyes still on your phone, scrolling on something random. Pretending to be busy.

“Who?” He ask curiously.

“Can we skip to the part where you say something nasty, I tell you to fuck off and then you leave me alone?” You spit out, disregarding his previous question.

“We should hookup while your in town, give you some good ol dickin’ down. I’m sure those college boys can’t fuck you like I would.” There it is.

“For the millionth time that will never happen.” You respond, desperately waiting for your friend to arrive.

“Sheesh have you’ve always been such a bitch?” He laughs. When you don’t respond Jason walks off deflated.

You pray that is the end of that. Only for him to find his next victim. A curly headed boy you definitely remember, Eddie. It’d be hard to forget someone like him. Jason hated him, for whatever reason which made you gravitate towards him. You two were never all that close only exchanging hellos in the hallways. Occasionally bonding over your hatred of Jason. More than once telling Jason to leave their group alone.

Just as your deep in thought, thinking about Munson your phone dings. It’s the friend you were waiting for, she’s canceling on you. Her two year olds sick and can’t make it. You sigh out loud annoyed but understanding, typing a quick response.

You’re attention goes back to Eddie and Jason. Eddie was sat by himself, probably waiting for someone. Jason is giving him shit for being at a restaurant all by himself. It crosses your mind for a second and before you can realize how bad this idea is your on your way to Eddie’s table.

“Hey babe,” You smile greeting Eddie, confusion immediately spreads across his face. You mouth ‘just go along with it’ as you sit down next to him, careful so Jason doesn’t see. You plant a small kiss on his cheek, his confusion turns to a grin.

“Hey princess,” His arm slings around your shoulder. The pet name sends a heat through your body, you quickly push that away. You look up to Jason who’s slack-jawed.

“There’s no fucking way.” He whines.

“What?” You ask playing dumb.

“There’s no fucking way you two are dating.” Jason responds.

“We’ve been dating for six months, right babe?” You ask nuzzling yourself deeper into Eddie’s embrace.

“Almost seven.” He smiles, proudly.

“We actually have you to thank for that. Bumped into each other, bonded over our dislike for you. Been inseparable since.” You laugh because Jason looks pissed making this so worth it. He goes to speak but can’t get anything out, obviously frustrated.

“We’re gonna have a quick little lunch. Then head back to his place so he can give a good ol dickn’ down. That’s what you called it right?” You watch as Jason’s eyes go wide, full of pure disgust before running out of the restaurant. Once he’s out of hearing range you start erupting out in laughter, Eddie joining you.

“That was amazing. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so speechless.” Eddie talks catching his breath from laughing so hard.

“I can’t stand him. He’s been up my ass for as long as I can remember. Saw the opportunity and took it.” You respond, looking over to Eddie’s who’s arm still rests on your shoulder. He notices you noticing and pulls away.

“You don’t have an actual girlfriend right? Otherwise this’d be kinda awkward.” You ask.

“Yeah actually I do.” Unknowingly your face falls, upset that he does.

“We met six months ago been inseparable since.” He teases, you roll your eyes realizing what he means. A silence falls over you two and you can’t help but feel like you’ve overstayed your welcome.

“I’ll leave you be. Thanks for participating in my antics.” You smile standing up from the table.

“I just got myself a girlfriend I ain’t letting you so quick.” You turn to face Eddie.

“We’ve been dating for all of five minutes and it’s the best relationship I’ve ever had.” He smiles, motioning for you to sit back down. Your intrigued so you sit down, this time on the other side of the booth.

“Are you sure? Someone’s not gonna show up and be upset I’m here?” You ask, seriously not wanting to impose.

“Don’t worry about it. Plans canceled.” He shoots you a smile before pulling his phone out, typing away for a moment.

“You really don’t have to do that.”

“Hang out with my beautiful older college girlfriend? Whom I only see during school breaks. Or hangout with my friends I see everyday at school? Uhhhh I think I’ll choose my girlfriend.” His words bring a cheesy grin to your lips.

“Okay I guess I can stay and enjoy lunch with my boyfriend.” You sigh, pretending like it’s an inconvenience for you. In reality your happy, your plans fell through and now your sat across from a long haired tatted hottie.

“How old are you? Not trying to catch a case.” You tease almost positive he’s of legal age. Better safe then sorry.

“19.” He responds between laughing at your joke.

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Lunch with Eddie was amazing, part of you grateful your friend canceled on you last minute. You feel an instant connection, not wanting the date to end quite yet. The two of you are walking out of the restaurant, hand in hand. Your brain scrambling for an excuse to prolong this date.

“So what was that comment you made about a good ol dickin’ down about?” Eddie asks and almost immediately it’s like a light bulb goes off your head.

“Jason’s been trying to make the moves on me since forever. Just before I joined my boyfriend our date he offered to do that me.” You laugh, you’re not sure where you two are headed just following Eddie’s lead.

“You and Jason, you never?”

“Never ever.”

“That’s crazy. I remember rumors went around about the two of you dating all the time.” He says, processing this new information. Jason Carver wanted you yet you were her with Eddie. He was excited by that thought but at the same time puzzled.

“Started by him. He made my high school experience hell.” You admit.

“Same here.” He sighs, you two reaching his van. Realizing this is where the date either continues or ends.

“Should we keep our story going?” You ask. Noticing Jason sat in his car with his friends, he’s watching the two of you. If he wants to watch, you’d give him a show. Mostly for own selfish desires.

“What?” He asks so you nod in the direction of Jason car full of jocks, watching Eddie’s gaze move from you to them.

“I told Jason we’d have a little lunch and then go your place where’d you give me a good ol dickin’ down.” You cringe at the usage of Jason’s phrase. Eddie’s attention whips back to you because of the words coming from your mouth.

“Gotta make it believable, right?”

“Yeah.” He says. Eddie is hesitant not because he doesn’t want to but because he can’t tell if you’re being sarcastic. You push him towards his van, his back hitting it makes a loud thud. If they weren’t looking they are now.

You get closer, closing the gap between you two. Reaching for his hair, running your fingers through it. You had been wanting to do this since you sat at his table. Wishing he’d call you princess again.

“Is this okay?” You ask to which Eddie nods eagerly. Without missing a beat you kiss him. Softly at first, testing the waters. Eddie melts into your touch, his hand reaching around sliding his hands in your butt pockets. He pulls you closer into him, squeezing your ass in the process. Causing you to let out a little gasp surprised by his bravery. He smiles mid kiss only making you want more. The kisses becoming more aggressive, the wetness starting to pool in your panties.

“Get a fucking room, freaks!” Jason yells and then the sound of tires screeching past you two startles you momentarily. You pull away, grinning. Eddie’s eyes are closed, the biggest smile on his face.

“Still don’t think it’s believable enough.” You say, sighing your tone suggestive.

“Really?” Eddie asks, sounding confused.

You roll your eyes, “Your beautiful older college girlfriend wants a good ol dickn’ down.”

“You.. want me to-” He stutters, stopping before you finish for him.

“I want you to fuck me.” His dick twitches in his jeans because of the six words that came out of your mouth.

“Do you want that?” You ask.

“Yes.” He gulps, excited for what’s coming. Hopefully him soon. He opens the car door for you, you climb inside disregarding the fact that you drove yourself here. Your horny brain fogging your mind deciding in the moment you’d figure it out later.

This wasn’t like you, you never hooked up with someone so shortly after getting to know them. You couldn’t help but feel like something about this situation was different. Eddie was different, like a good different.

It’s a very short but also painfully long drive to his home. Eddie’s never been so thankful for his uncle to be out of town, couldn’t of picked a better time to leave him home alone. The drive is mostly silent, filled with music and stealing glances at each other.

As soon as Eddie parks at his home he’s out of the car running to your door, letting you out. He grabs your hand leading you to the front door. Where he struggles for a few moments to find the right key. Once inside, he shuts the door behind you before facing you. His hands press firmly on your ass to lift you, your legs straddling his body. This time he’s the one to initiate the kiss, carrying you to wherever. You didn’t care as long as Eddie was there.

For a moment your startled when he drops you on his bed. Your allowed a quick glance around his room, taking it in before you look up to see Eddie. He’s shirtless now and his shoes are missing. So you follows in his steps ripping your shoes off. When you go to take your shirt off he stops you with a intense kiss before doing it himself, then unhooks you bra exposing your bare chest.

He pulls away to take in the view, “Fuck you’re beautiful.”

Eddie smashes his lips on yours pushing you back into the bed before kissing down you neck only to stop at your nipple. The sensation is enough for you to let out a sweet moan slightly arching you back into him. Mouth still attached to you while his hands are busy unbuttoning your pants, pulling them down quickly along with your panties.

You curse your self for not wearing something sexier but you had no idea this where’d you be today. Part of you embarrassed you haven’t shaved in a while. Your worries are immediately put at ease when he spreads your thighs, letting his head rest between them.

“Beautiful.” Her murmurs before placing a sugary kiss on your clit, sending a shockwave through your body. His tongue begins rubbing against your bud. Without thinking your hands find his hair, pushing him deeper between your folds. Your head falls back, moans leaving you lips. When you think it can’t get any better, he slips a long strong finger in your pussy. Pumping into you the same pace as his tongue that is still toying with your clit.

“More please-“ You whine and Eddie listens adding another finger, stretching you out. Your a mess under his touch. Never once has a man prioritized your pleasure. You’ve become masterful at giving yourself orgasms. The feeling of it being at the hands of someone else unfamiliar. A good unfamiliarity.

“Fuckk- Eddie I’m..” Your words turn into strangled moans, a tightness growing in your stomach. Your breath hitches as you pulsate on his thick fingers, your eyes rolling back as you come undone. Your busy riding out your high but the feeling of his fingers leaving you brings you back down to reality. His laps up your juices one last time before speaking.

“Mm so sweet.” Eddie purrs sucking on his own two fingers that were covered in your juices. They leave his mouth with a popping sound as he sits up in the bed.

“My turn.” You say barley audible sitting up reaching for the button on his jeans. Wanting nothing more than to wrap your lips around his cock. He stops your hands causing you to look up to Eddie, you cant help but pout.

“I don’t think I’ll last long with your pretty lips sucking me off right now. Next time, okay?” You nod smiling at the thought there’d be a next time. Eddie kisses you pushing your head back onto the bed. Only pulling away to pull his pants off and grab a condom from his bed side table. You watch intently as his pulls down his boxers, revealing his cock. You let out a gasp as it hits his stomach, never once had you seen one this big. Eddie smiles at your reaction while unwrapping the condom. Slowly rolling it over the tip of his dick and down the entirety of his hard length.

Eddie gets back on top of you, spreading your legs. He lets the tip rest on you swollen clit before dragging it down to your hole. Slowly, inch by inch you adjust to his size. He bottoms out, you let out a whimper because you’ve never felt fuller. He uses his hands to lift your thighs up so he can get better angle before starting a slow motion. Pumping in and out of you at a painfully slow pace, only making you desperate for him to pick up the pace.

He leans down to your level, his head resting in the crook of your neck. Your chest being flattened by his. One hand rests at the back of his neck, tightening in his hair and the other hands digs into his back as he bucks his hip harder into you. He’s thrusting harder but you desperately need him faster.

“Faster- please.” You say and it comes out as a whine. You get exactly what you want because he pushed up so he can see you before recklessly pounding into you cunt faster than before. He guides your hands so you can hold your own legs up, using his free hand to find your clit running circles around it sloppily.

“How does that feel princess?” He grunts between thrusts, his finger still playing with your bud. You can’t help but smile at the pet name. He finally said it again. When you don’t respond he rocks his hips harder and you start feeling that tightening in your stomach again.

“Fuck.” You cry out, knowing you’re about to cum for the second time. The sensation of your pussy throbbing on his cock as you get closer to finishing nearly sends him over the edge but he’s determined to make you cum again. His fingers work more tactically on your clit which is just enough to have you gushing on his dick.

“Good girl.” He groans. Not even a second later he’s cumming inside the condom, inside you. Suddenly wishing that thin little layer of latex wasn’t there so you could feel his seed coat your inner walls. He kisses you sweetly one last time before pulling out and falling next to you. His chest heaving up and down as he tried to catch his breath. You rest on his chest, listening to his heart beat.

“Was that believable?” He asks, out of breath.

“What?” You ask confused to drunk on dick to comprehend.

“Was that a good ol dickin’ down?” He laughs. You roll your eyes before nodding your head, yes.

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The next two weeks we’re spent under and on top of Eddie Munson any chance you got. Dreading the fact that when break came to an end you’d have to head back to school. It was a three hour drive from Hakwins. You just got Eddie and couldn’t imagine having to let go so soon.

Eddie was so grateful Wayne left for the two weeks during thanksgiving break. He had a whole two weeks of uninterrupted time with you. He tried hard no to think about the fact you’d be leaving him in a short time. If he thought about it too much he’d upset himself, usually pushing the thoughts away focusing on the time he did have with you. So to say he was surprised when you invited him to have thanksgiving dinner with your family would be an understatement.

When you found out Eddie would be spending thanksgiving day alone you didn’t hesitate to invite him. Your heart felt for him when he admitted he never really celebrated holidays with Wayne always working. You were determined to make it perfect.

Explaining to you parents why this random dude was coming over on thanksgiving dinner was the hardest part. Only for Eddie to introduce him self as your boyfriend of seven months. They look at you like ‘what the fuck’ to which only caused you to laugh. Cursing yourself for not get your stories straight. More than happy to continue the bit but wished you could of prepared better.

“So how’d you two meet them?” Your father asks curiously. You both say different answers. You blurt out high school and he says you two met at a restaurant.

“We’ll we went to high school together, knew of each other. Ran into each other at Danny’s Dinner and hit it off.” You explain further, their faces telling that they don’t believe anything coming out of your mouth. They never question any further, thankfully.

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Todays the dreaded day. The day you leave for college. You had already said your goodbyes to your family. Deciding what time you had left would be spent with Eddie. The two of you had just finished fucking for possibly the last time. Your brain had been heavily worried about what would happen when you left. It’s now or never, you need to ask him.

“I’m gonna miss you.” Eddie sighs. You sit up to face him, he’s laid in bed looking at the roof.

“I’ll miss you too. What are we doing?” You ask, trying to read his reaction. He looks at you with a smile.

“I don’t know about you but I’ve been faithfully committed to you for the last seven months.” He teases.

“I’m being serious Eddie.” You groan.

“Me too, princess.”

“So we are-?” You start to ask and he interrupts.

“Yes we are. Your all mine.” He kisses you.

“All yours.” You melt into his kiss, fucking one more time.

[demonsanddemogorgons]

POV: you're being a brat and Eddie can't decide if he likes it or hates it 🔥

[voyeurmunson]

There’s a First for Everything: Eddie Munson one shot

18+ Minors DNI

Summary: this is a series of one shots written in Eddie’s POV about his sexual experiences. ;) this one is the first time he got head. I hope you enjoy. 🖤 Chapter list found here .

Part one:

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It started as a normal deal. She came by the house and I gave her the usual.

I couldn’t stop my eyes from roaming across her body. Her fishnets clinging to her thighs, her little skirt riding up as she sat down on my bed, shuffling through her purse.

“Twenty?” she asks, looking up at me with eyes that felt like they could pierce right fucking through me.

“Uh- you know what, this one’s on the house. I’m getting a new batch soon anyways so..” I trail off, glancing down at my black combat boots.

“Oh yeah? That’s really sweet, Eddie.” she purrs, her warm voice like fucking velvet.

“It’s nothing.. really.” I mumble and then I see the toes of her converse meet my boots. I glance up to see her face only inches from mine.

“Maybe I could thank you for it. Some other way.” she whispers, her lashes fluttering just a bit.

“What do you- oh fuck..” I let out a needy whimper as her hand meets my cock over my jeans.

“This okay, baby?” she steps closer, pressing her body against mine as she starts to trace the outline of my dick. I’m already rock hard. There’s no hiding how fucking excited I am.

“Y-Yes.” I stutter.

“Mmm.. you’re so big, Eddie.” she breathes out as her thumb reaches the head of my cock under the denim.

“Please. Can you.. touch me please? Do you do under the clothes stuff or..?” I blurt out, my cheeks blushing even brighter.

“You are adorable, Eddie Munson. I wanna suck your dick, baby.” she coos, and my eyes widen as she drops to her knees in front of me. Fucking hell.

“Fuck yes. P-Please.” I whine and she chuckles as she looks up at me with her doe eyes.

“Gonna make you feel so good.” She hums as she unbuttons my jeans, pulling them down slowly, finally releasing me from the prison of my own fucking pants. I can’t help but let out a soft whimper as my dick springs free, slapping hard against my stomach.

I watch her carefully, the anticipation making my cock twitch. She licks her pretty lips before taking me in her hand, stroking slowly.

"Oh fuck.." I moan, her soft hands moving up and down my dick. Her eye dart up to meet mine, a smirk adorning her beautiful face as she kisses the head of my cock before snaking her tongue around it.

“Goddamn..” I breathe out, my whole body tensing up under her touch. She works her way to the underside of my cock licking the full length, making my head fall back.

“Y/n… holy shit.” I groan, bringing my hands to her hair. I thread my fingers into her soft locks, not adding any pressure, letting her have full control.

She swirls her tongue all around, wetting every fucking inch of me.

Her hand begins to stroke me as her lips wrap around my tip and she begins to bob her pretty lips up and down.

Seriously, don’t fucking cum, Eddie.

She sucks back to the tip, pulling off with a little pop, knocking another pathetic moan from me. "Make me choke, Eddie." she pouts, looking up at me through her eyelashes.

I grip her hair and lightly start to push her head down, the action making her moan immediately.

"This- this is amazing." I pant breathlessly as her cheeks suck in creating even more stimulation on my cock.

I hold her hair even tighter and cautiously start to buck my hips, fucking her throat. Another moan vibrates across my dick as I look down at her, spit seeping from the sides of her mouth, her eyes watering.

She grips my ass tightly, pulling me deeper into her throat as I continue thrusting into her mouth, all the nervousness leaving my mind, the pleasure overwhelming every part of me.

“I’m- I’m gonna cum, y/n. I’m gonna fucking cum..” I grunt as she gags beautifully around my thick cock.

She continues to hollow her cheeks as I fuck deep into her throat, her nails digging into the skin of my ass.

My eyes roll into my head as I feel the familiar sensation. “Oh fuck. F-fuck baby.” I stutter just as my cum shoots into her mouth. My jaw falls slack as I pump her full of my release. She swallows around my dick making me whimper again.

She takes every last drop of my cum, moaning as she swallows it causing my entire body to shudder. She stands up from her place on the floor, wiping her lips free of drool and my excess cum before bringing her thumb to her lip sucking it clean.

“I think you almost killed me.” I chuckle and she rolls her eyes at me with a little smirk.

“You should see what else I can do.”

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[sofiiel]

POV: Running into Eddie at the record shop like.....

[whateveronfilm]

boyfriend eddie through some polaroids <3

credit to @zerlinity again for the last pic

[kimmberleeex]

If You Seek Eddie

NSFW, 18+ minors DNI; TW: obsessive, pervy fem reader x Eddie, use of “Daddy”, subtle dom/sub, spanking, oral (both m & f), etc.

**Special note: the title is a play on Britney Spear’s “If You Seek Amy” **

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You knew what you were doing was wrong, but a stronger part of you couldn’t stop yourself. It was like a magnetic force, pulling you closer…drawing you in. You were addicted to the boy and nothing you did would scratch the itch you had for him. If only you had the courage to speak to him, if only he would notice you. It would be different, maybe you’d be the center of his affections or at the very least, a casual fuck. At this rate, you’d settle for just about anything as long as it involved him. Here it was, just another typical Saturday night and you were glued to your bedroom window. Sitting in the dark so you couldn’t be seen, waiting to get a glimpse of the hottest boy you had ever seen. Your neighbor, Eddie Munson, whose bedroom just so conveniently faced yours.

He had just gotten home from what you had presumed was a date, however, he seemed frustrated. When you had heard the familiar whining of his van and the screeching of his breaks when it halted to a stop, you were unable to keep from peeking out of your living room window just to see him. Eddie hopped out of his van, slamming his door shut harder than usual. His hands balled into fists, a scowl permeated his face, and the gravel crunching loudly under his sneaker clad feet as he stomped up to his door. His wallet chain swinging off of his hip with each of his strides. You could practically see his trailer shudder once he slammed his front door shut. A large part of you wished you had the courage to go over, knock on the door, see if he was okay. “Let’s face it, you’re a coward.” You muttered to yourself as you slinked off to your bedroom, not bothering to turn on the light.

Peeking out from the corner of the window, hoping the one streetlight on your street wouldn’t tattle to him with your little perverted secret. Eddie’s bedroom window lit up, like a beacon begging for your attention. He still had that scowl seeping into his features, a beer in hand as slammed his bedroom door shut. He reached for something, his stereo began booming loudly with screeching metal as he flopped down on his bed. His shoes already had been kicked off, one of his toes peeking out of a hole in the material. Giggling softly to yourself at how silly it seemed, but quickly you covered your mouth. Too afraid that somehow he may hear you, even though it seemed impossible with how quiet you were in contrast to how loud his music was.

Eddie had grabbed his guitar from beside him, seeming to have left it on his bed, your eyes focusing on his thick and nimble fingers work up and down the fretboard. He was lost in concentration, his tongue poking out in the slightest way as it always seemed to do when he was focused on something. Oh how many times you had imagined that tongue on your body — inside of you. Clenching your thighs together at the thought, you cursed under your breath. Noticing movement out of the corner of your eye, you look back up to see Eddie standing now. With a swift motion and one hand, he pulls his shirt off, revealing his toned torso that was littered in delicious tattoos. Biting your bottom lip as you imagined tracing the delicate lines with your finger — with your tongue. A small line of hair beginning just above his navel and traveling down and disappearing into his blue checkered boxers that were now hanging over the waist of his jeans. The belt he wore doing little to conceal them, which you were always thankful for.

One hand was wrapped around the aluminum beer can, he takes a long gulp of the alcohol as his other one quickly unbuckled his jeans. There was something so attractive about the action and seeing the veins bulge out in his arm with the simplest flex of his muscles was always the hottest thing you had ever seen. A whimper escapes your lips unwillingly as he sets his beer back down to slide his tight, dark jeans down his legs. His pale white legs were littered with hair, his crumpled boxers that were bunched up high on his thighs were now settling almost halfway to his knees.

He looks out his window and for a moment it feels like he may see you, your heartbeat thunders in your veins as you wait for him to get mad, mortified, appalled…something. Instead, he just smirks to himself as he looks down at his feet. Titling your head to the side, you’re curious to know what that smirk is about. Eddie lays back on his bed, one arm propped under his head like a makeshift pillow. His hand, which was still clad with all of his rings, starts lazily tracing patterns on his chest and slowly begins its descent down his stomach. Feeling your breath catch in your throat, you instinctively lean closer to the window, afraid you may miss something.

When Eddie’s fingers started creeping into his boxers, you couldn’t help the small mewl escaping your lips. Wishing so badly that you were the one that was touching him. His bottom lip sucked in between his perfect teeth as he palmed himself underneath the thin material. Your arousal was beginning to pool in your panties at this point. It all felt so wrong to watch him when he’s so unaware, but something felt so right at the same time. Your hand subconsciously slid into the thin fabric covering your pussy which was already damp with your slick arousal.

Eddie’s lips parted, you could only assume a moan escaped those beautiful, plump lips. How badly you wished to hear it, you imagined him moaning your name as your finger swirled over your aching clit. Your soft moan filled the silent room, your eyes still glued to him. His hand retracted from his boxers, the tent he was pitching made you gasp softly at the length. As if Eddie could hear your thoughts, he granted your wish and freed his hard cock. It was long and thick, even in all of your fantasies and dreams you never imagined it would be so pretty. The head was a darkened pink, it was hard to make out far away but you could swear it was glistening with pre-cum. What had him so worked up?

Your finger now circling your swollen bud with new fervor at the gorgeous sight, your moans filling your darkened room. Eddie’s veins in his hand were bulged out as he fisted his cock, you matched your pace on your clit to the thrusts of his hand. Occasionally he would spit into his palm and continue, it was so sexy…so dirty. The longer you watched, the more obsessed with him you felt. His eyes closed tightly, his mouth hanging open in pleasure. The color of his cock turning a darker shade of pink as he edged himself closer to his release, you felt that familiar tightness in your belly. Imagining it was Eddie touching you, imagining you were touching him — riding him, kissing him.

Holding onto the window sill for fear of your knees giving out from the intense pleasure that was building up inside of you, Eddie’s hips were thrusting up into his hand so that he was fucking his fist. As if it were synchronized together, the first waves of your orgasm began rocking through you as Eddie tensed up and shuddered. Long, stringy ropes of his cum spurted up, coating the back of his hand and stomach. Your body quivered as you soaked your hand and your underwear, cursing under your breath. “Fuck.” The both of you were panting softly from the exertion of your release. Eddie leaned over to his nightstand and grabbed a Kleenex, wiping his cock off roughly. Chuckling softly to yourself as you discard your used panties and toss them into your hamper. That’s when Eddie pulled his boxers back up and turned off his light. Sighing softly as you went to get ready for bed yourself, you cursed yourself being too chicken to just talk to him.

The following Wednesday, that itch was desperate for scratching. Eddie had his curtains drawn since his last ‘performance’ and you were needing more. Remembering that today was his Hellfire meeting because you had seen him chatting with his fellow members before you left school. He was running down the hall like a goofball, being overly dramatic about his campaign and making the other kids laugh. At this point, you knew Eddie’s schedule so well and knew he wouldn’t be home until late. The itch was growing louder with need in your mind, consuming every thought. You paced around your trailer, having an argument of morality and legality of what you were wanting to do. “You’re being fucking crazy….stalkerish….oh my god, what if he catches you?” You kept muttering under your breath.

Pinching the bridge of your nose and scrunching your eyes tight, letting out a sigh, mumbling, “Five minutes. In and then out.” Trying to establish boundaries with yourself as you prepared to do probably the stupidest thing you had done to date. The sun had gone down, the little trailer community was dark and quiet. You put on a pair of black shorts to combat the oncoming summer heat, and a black zip up hoodie, just praying no one would see what you were about to do.

Leaving your porch light off, you sneak out of your trailer and scurry across the street. Checking over your shoulders to make sure no one was watching before you slowly opened up the screen door to Eddie’s trailer. Knowing that Wayne was already at work by the absence of his truck so it would be empty. Your heart thundering in your ears as the hinge squeaks, your palms were already sweating as you looked around again. No one was looking outside, yelling at you, calling you crazy or asking what the hell you were doing. You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. Slowly, you turned the door knob which was unlocked, cracking the door and squeezing inside quickly, shutting the door behind you. Paying attention to Eddie well enough, you knew the door was unlocked all of the time because he kept losing his key.

The trailer smelled like stale cigarettes and beer, a real man cave with all of the hats and trinkets that adorned the walls. Chuckling to yourself, and shaking your head because this was so not his aesthetic but it clearly was his uncles. Slowly, you tiptoed through his trailer still somehow paranoid you would be caught even though it was currently vacant. Your hands lightly grazing against the walls as you felt your way around, a little scared to turn on any of the lights. Pulling a flashlight out of your jacket pocket, you keep it low to the ground so that the neighbors don’t call the cops because they think a burglary is taking place. The thought of that happening makes you shudder, that would be truly mortifying.

Making your way down the hall, you can see what is clearly Eddie’s bedroom. His door ajar and you could already see the band posters, clips from magazines, and records plastered on the walls. It was familiar to what you were used to seeing when you’d watch him at night, but it was totally different seeing it in person. Your heart fluttered as you slowly pushed the door open, your fingertips grazing over the different tapes and albums. Seeing his dirty clothes strewn about on the floor, you picked up one of his shirts. Holding the fabric up to your face and breathing in his scent — it smelled like cigarettes, weed, and faintly like the cologne he must use. A whimper left your lips, your itch being metaphorically scratched as you were getting what you were craving. Well, not quite what you were craving, but close enough.

Holding onto the shirt still, you walked around his room, noticing the condoms on his night stand which were opened. Sighing softly into the empty room, “Lucky bitches…”, you mumbled to yourself. You look up and notice the handcuffs laying there as well, the flashlight reflecting off of the silver surface. Your eyebrow quirks up with a smirk. “Naughty little bastard…” A small laugh escapes your lips that is suddenly cut short when you hear the familiar whine of Eddie’s beat up van speeding down the street. The heavy metal music growing louder as he got nearer. Freezing in place, your heart falls to your feet. You begin looking around for an escape route, and seeing none. “Shit, shit, shit, shit…” Noticing his closet, you quickly stuff yourself inside, finding that it had more laundry that was piled up on the floor and you’re unable to close the door back all of the way. Trying to squeeze yourself into the darkest part of the closet, praying he doesn’t notice and goes to bed quickly so you can sneak out.

Eddie’s van screeches to a stop, the music cuts off abruptly and the screen door squeaks loudly as he swings it open. Your heart is thundering in your ears as you hear Eddie come inside. Hearing his keys jingle and scatter as he throws them onto the kitchen counter. The materials in the fridge clashing together as he swung open the door to grab what was presumably a beer. You jump slightly once the light in his bedroom comes on, making sure to cover your mouth to muffle any heavy breathing or noises you may make. The pop of the tab on his beer is loud and crisp, you hear the noises of him gulping it loudly. That’s when he comes into view of the small crack in the door. He sets his beer down on his nightstand, and he knits his eyebrows together as he inspects it. Something looks off to him, you can feel it. “What the..? That wasn’t there this morning. Wayne must have snooped through my room. Shit.” He muttered to himself, he quickly spun around on his heels as goes to search for something else. “Hope he didn’t find my stash…” You can tell he’s rummaging through things and then you hear a tin box open. “Okay, good.” He breathes a sigh of relief.

He comes back into view, you watch as he turns and scans the room to see if anything else is out of place. Your heartbeat is so loud in your ears that you’re afraid he could hear it, the clamp of your hand tightening around your mouth to make sure you couldn’t be heard. That’s when his gaze falls to the crack in the closet door, worried that he’s seen you because it seems like he’s making direct eye contact with you. He slowly approaches the door, in your head you are screaming at yourself for being so stupid and doing this. The embarrassment already settling in because you were about to be caught. Everything feels like it’s in slow motion as he slowly grabs the closet door handle and swings it open. His eyes widen as he notices you, shriveled up against the furthest wall, clinging to his dirty shirt. It felt like your skin was on fire, your blood rushing to your face and even the tips of your ears.

“Y/N? What the hell are you doing in my closet? Holding…my laundry?” A stern look was on his face, his eyebrows knitted with confusion and then his eyebrow quirks up into his curls, his mouth opening as his head tilts the side with realization. “Oh…” He looks you up and down, a grin now turning up the corners of his mouth which caused a little dimple to form in his cheek. “You freaky little perv.” He teases as he leans on his palm against the door frame, keeping you cornered in the closet. Your mouth drying up making it hard to talk and honestly you feel too stunned and embarrassed to speak.

“S-Sorry…I…I…” you begin to stammer, not sure what to even say at this point and you can’t even meet his gaze. He then reaches for you, his hand wrapping around your wrist with a surprisingly firm grip which causes you to wince. Pulling you out of the closet, his eyes scanning you from head to toe. His grip on your wrist still tight, he can feel the pulse in your veins racing as his chocolate eyes bore into your own. His free hand reaches up and tucks the hair that was falling in your face behind your ear.

“Sit down on the bed.” He instructs you, his voice is soft but there’s this dominance in that you can’t ignore. Immediately obeying his request, you sit on the edge of the bed with your hands falling into your lap.

“E-Eddie, I’m sorry. I…I don’t have an excuse.” Trying to explain yourself to him but Eddie stops you when his fingers grip your chin softly, pulling it upward to force you to maintain eye contact.

“Now, now, sweetheart. I don’t want to hear any excuses. You don’t think I don’t know about your little crush on me?” Your heart drops to your stomach, honestly feeling as if you could throw up in that moment. You attempt to swallow the dry metaphorical ball that has made a home in your throat as he continues. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed you watching me?” He leans down, his fingers still on your chin as he presses his lips against your ear to whisper. “You’re not as invisible as you think you are babygirl.”

Your thighs clenched together, your heart falling further into your stomach as you bite your lip to stifle a whimper. He pulls back to look at you with a crooked grin on his face. His thumb tracing your bottom lip as he continued to torment you. “You looked pretty hot with your hand down your panties, sweetheart. Why don’t you show me again?’

His grip on your chin falls, his eyes glued to you. Your eyes widened at his request, your heart racing wildly. “W-what?” Your nervousness evident as you continue to stutter.

“Babygirl, I’m not a very patient man. Show. Me. Again.” His tone grows deeper with each emphasized pause between the words, his chocolate eyes growing darker as he leans down to your eye level. He unzips your jacket revealing your tank top, your full cleavage showing, his smirk returns as his fingers graze over your soft skin which sends a chill down your spine. Slowly, your hand slides into your shorts, your finger grazes your already swollen nub and you inhale sharply. Closing your eyes so that you can just focus on what you’re feeling.

“Aht, aht, sweetheart. Look at me.” His hand caresses your cheek, you look up at him with a soft whimper dancing off of your lips as your finger swirls a little faster. His thumb brushes over your cheekbone while his smirk never falters. Leaning down to your level again, his plump lips push against yours with a soft kiss. You could honestly melt into a puddle right then. His hand had moved to the side of your neck, his thumb gliding along your jaw as he deepened the kiss. Getting distracted, you stop rubbing your clit and focus on his pillowy lips but he pulls away abruptly. Gasping softly at the loss of his mouth, you frown. “I didn’t tell you to stop.” His eyes were stern, his lips pursed together.

“S-sorry…” You whimper again, your finger continues to swirl around your clit, moaning softly as Eddie’s face lights up in delight.

“Good girl, making such pretty noises. I was wondering what they sounded like..” He kneeled down, his fingers hooking into your shorts, you gasp softly as the cool metal of his rings touch your warm skin. “Jus’ gonna take these off of you, babygirl. Need to see that pretty pussy.” You lay back and lift your hips up as he pulls your shorts down your legs. He brings them up to his face, inhaling the scent of your arousal on your panties and groaning softly with need. “Fuck, you smell so good. And such a pretty pussy, I knew it…” He glides his hands over your thighs, spreading your legs, your slick folds blooming open for him.

His calloused fingers massage your thick thighs as you continue to rub your pussy for him, moaning softly, clenching at nothing — desperate for him to fill you. His bottom lip pinched between his teeth. “Fuck…need to taste it, baby. Can I?” His voice dripping with need, this was everything you always fantasized about and more.

“Mmf, please, Eddie…” you moaned softly as you removed your hand from your clit. Eddie placing wet kisses up the inside of your thigh, his groans vibrating off of your skin as he got closer to your soaked core, the scent of your arousal driving him crazy. His grip on your thighs tightened as he pulled you to the edge of the bed. Making his tongue flat as he dragged it across your clit at an agonizingly slow speed, sending a jolt through your body that cause your hips to buck up into him — desperate for more contact. Eddie moaned with delight at your sweet taste.

“Mm…taste so good, baby…” His arms hook under your thighs, his hands gripping tightly as he begins to devour you. His lips engulfing your clit as his tongue methodically flicked over it, his moans vibrating against your sensitive flesh. Your hands instinctively tangle in his curls, your back arching as you get lost in the sensations. The moans escaping your lips encouraging Eddie to keep going as his tongue licked up your slit, slowly sliding in and out of you to open your folds up for him as began to tongue fuck you. His tongue curling up to brush against that spongy spot along your walls. Mewling for him as he probed it over and over.

“F-fuck, Eds….feels s-so good…” you manage to moan out. Glancing down you see Eddie’s eyes staring at your face, they were half-lidded and his cheeks were wrinkled with a smile. He pulls away just far enough to speak, the loss of him causing you to whimper.

“Wanna make you cum on my face, baby.” Then he dove back in, his tongue taking turns from your clit to inside of you. The combination was unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. Eddie was like a man starved as he continue to lap up your juices, moaning softly while he suckled on your clit which caused you to cry for him and grind your pussy against his mouth. He then unhooked one of his hands from your thigh and slowly began to slide his finger in and out of your pussy, going slow to allow you to stretch around his thick digit. Your hands gripped the bedsheets as his finger hooked up and began putting pressure on that special spot. The coil in your belly was tightening and you felt like you could come undone at any moment. Eddie could tell with how you clenched him so tightly, this only encouraged him further.

“C’mon, princess…cum for daddy…” He murmured against your clit before continuing his assault, the sensations were overwhelming. Your thighs trembling around his face as he brings you to the brink of your release. The coil that was tightening in your belly snaps, your body shuddering as you let out a long, drawn out moan as the first waves of pleasure rush over you. Every atom in your body felt like it was buzzing as the waves kept coming. Eddie hums happily against your sensitive nub as he continues lapping up your juices, his darkened half-lidded eyes staring at you.

“E-Eds….please….too sensitive…” You whimper as you try to pull him off of you. Every nerve ending felt like it was on fire.

Eddie pulled back just far enough to speak, his lips still brushing against your tender flesh. “I’m not finished yet, princess.” The tip of his tongue drags upward along your clit, causing you to jump with a soft whine. The dimple in his cheek so defined as he smirked at you. “So fucking responsive…” He dived back into your wet heat with renewed fervor, his goal to drive you absolutely mad. Your body writhed on the bed as he quickly brought you back to the edge of another orgasm. Panting heavily with loud moans that bounced off the walls of his room. Eddie slowly eased a second finger inside your tightness, allowing your pussy to stretch around it. Groaning softly against your skin as he imagined how it would feel on his cock.

“F-fuck, yes, Eddie…godfuckingdamnit, yes…shit….fuck…” Exasperated curses as the pleasure overwhelmed you, your back arching off the bed. Your fingers tangled in his thick curls as your body quaked for him. He felt your pussy clench his fingers as the coil deep within your belly tightened. Your body shuddered once again as the coil snaps and you come undone. The juices of your essence flowing out of you as he eagerly lapped it up. Once your body finally calmed, he slowly pulled away and retracted his fingers. Wiping his chin off with the back of his hand, a wide grin on his face.

“Damn, angel.” He chuckled softly as he rose to his feet. Your chest heaving as you struggled to catch your breath, slowly propping up on your elbows to look at his beautiful face.

“You are really talented with your tongue. You know that?” A breathy laugh slipping past your lips. A pink blush spreading across Eddie’s freckled cheeks, his grin never faltering as he leaned down to kiss you. “Eddie Munson, are you blushing?” You murmured as his lips contacted yours, his hand on the back of your head to hold you in place. Once he pulled away, he pursed his lips together, seemingly embarrassed that you called him out.

“Maybe I am, doll face. But just so you know, we’re still not done.” His hand fell down to his belt where he unbuckled it and pulled it out of the loops of his jeans in one fell swoop. Your mouth dropping at just how hot it was. “Do me a favor, take the rest of your clothes off.” Without a second thought, you sat up and removed your jacket and tank top, quickly discarding it on his bedroom floor. Unclasping your bra and sliding it off your shoulders before tossing it with the rest of your clothes. Eddie’s eyes lit up at the sight of your bare breasts, sucking his bottom lip in between his teeth. “Fuck. Why are you so hot?”

A blush spreads across your cheeks, it all felt like a dream because you had been wanting this for so long. Eddie yanks his shirt up over his head, his torso pale and bare. Without thinking, you reach up and trace the tattoo on his chest. His skin shuddered under your touch, his hand caressed your jaw as he leaned down and kissed you. While bent down, he slides his jeans and boxers down his legs. His hard cock sprung free, you gasped softly as you’re finally seeing it in person. A light chortle radiates out of Eddie as he watches your reaction, a crooked grin turning up his mouth.

“Such a pretty cock, Eddie…” you murmured, leaning forward and placing soft kisses on the shaft. A low, guttural groan emits from his lips. Placing his hand on the back of your head, it twisted around your hair into a makeshift ponytail as you wrapped your lips around his thick hard on. Slowly, you took him in — inch by inch, until finally he was all the way in your throat. Eddie gasping and groaning the deeper he went. Your head bobbing up and down his length, creating a steady rhythm as your tongue curled around him. It didn’t take long for Eddie to begin thrusting his hips to meet your mouth. He kept your eye contact as you looked up at him with half-lidded eyes, drool dripping off your chin as he fucked your throat.

“F-Fuck, you freaky little slut. Shit…god, you feel so good.” Pulling you by the hair off of him, forcing you to look up at him. Your eyes had been watering and slobber was all over your chin, looking like a beautiful mess to Eddie. His chest rising and falling quickly, his grin wide as hell as he admired you. “Damn, babygirl. That pretty mouth has some talent. Now turn over onto your stomach and stick that gorgeous ass in the air for me. Hm?”

Being obedient as ever, you swiftly submit to his demands flipping over onto your hands and knees. You look back at him with a smirk as you shake your ass to tease him. Eddie groans softly, his cock twitching in response. His hand slaps down on your plump curve, the sting from the metal of his rings causing an even more delicious sting. A small yelp escaping your lips, his hand rubs over your skin soothing the pain he caused. “Shit, sweetheart. So perfect…” He murmured softly, his hand rubbing every inch of skin he can reach. “Face down, babe.” He rubs the tip of his dick along your slick folds, lubricating himself with your arousal. Doing as you’re told, you lay your face against the mattress, your ass perched into the air and on display for Eddie.

He inhaled sharply through his nostrils at the sight of you. Once he was satisfied with how lubed his cock was, he slowly positioned it at the entrance of your soaked core. Slowly, he would push himself inside of you, inch by inch. Allowing your pussy time to stretch around his thickness. The both of you groaning with pleasure as he buried himself deeper. “S-shit, so fucking tight. Such a good girl taking this thick cock like a goddamn princess.” The grip his hands had on your hips would likely leave bruises in the morning, but it felt so good that you didn’t care.

Once Eddie stuffed the full length of his cock inside your tight walls, he began slowly thrusting his hips against your ass. His cock brushing against that spongy spot inside of you that made your eyes roll back into your head. Eddie’s rhythm working up to a steady pace, the room filled with each of your pleasured moans. “F-fucking hell, princess. Feel so good…” His breath coming in short gasps in between his moans, his cock throbbing inside of you. “Such a little freak for being obsessed with the king of freaks.”

“Yes, I’m your f-freak, Eds…f-fuck!” A guttural moan filled the room as he rotated his hips slightly for you. His hand collided with your ass again with a hard smack as he thrusted harder inside of you. Your mind going numb from the pleasure and pain, it renders you speechless. Eddie’s head falls back as he continues ramming his cock into you, short breathy moans escaping his throat. The two of your bodies throbbing together in a perfect harmony, building up both of your releases.

“Be a good girl and soak my cock, princess.” Eddie demanded, thrusting harder into you. That familiar tightness building in your tummy as his cock pressed against your g-spot repeatedly. Your knuckles were white from the grip you had on the sheets, your moans disappearing into the mattress as he pounded you further into it. Your body tenses, Eddie groaning loudly when your walls clamped around his throbbing cock. Thrusting another hard blow into your wet heat, your body gives into the pleasure and comes undone. Being a good girl and soaking his cock just like he wanted, Eddie slams into you again and again. He groans loudly as his balls tighten, his seed pulsing into you and filling you completely. His thrusts slowing to a stop, his member throbbing against your walls as his cock begins to soften. The both of you panting heavily, exhausted from the exertion of your orgasms.

“Shit…” Eddie ran his hands through his hair, slowly pulling his cock out of you. You slump over onto the bed, your hair half covering your face, but a dumb grin was on your lips.

“Issokay, Eds. That was so hot…” You giggle to yourself, Eddie crawls into the bed with you. He brushes his fingers through your hair, pushing it out of your face.

“You’re incredible. You know that?” One corner of his mouth twisted up into a grin as he peppered soft kisses on your face. “Sorry I never made a move on you. Every time I would go to do it, I’d wuss out.” He chuckled softly, his cheeks turning pink as he gets embarrassed.

Gliding your thumb across his rosy cheek, you smile softly. “I was too chicken to do it too, love. Don’t worry. Sorry for breaking into your trailer.” The room filled with laughter as Eddie wrapped you up in his arms. It was a weird way to start your relationship with him, but the two of you wouldn’t change it for the world.

[eddieclubs]

pov: you show up with a different look at nancy’s house

nancy: its not just the haircut… you look like a…

you: what? i look like a what?

eddie: you look like a hooker

you: you think?

you blink at eddie

robin: this is not a compliment, y/n!

you: from eddie? totally is

eddie: hookers are hot

steve: they really are

[eddiephobic]

DND EDDIE IS SO PERSONAL TO ME

[sour-freak-blog]

plug lover - eddie munson x reader

WARNING(??): Public sex, public humiliation(??), cursing(it’s a smut, of course there's cursing.), drug use, switch behavior from the both of you(which happens a lot, oops)

Summary: you’re a preppy typical cheerleader who likes weed, which no one knows about. Eddie is your plug. One drug deal day, you forgot your money. Eddie had a way for you to pay for it.

Word Count: 5.23k

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Finally, friday. You worked too hard at cheer practice this week and with finals coming up, you’ve been working ten times harder. Teacher’s have been up your ass about finals coming up, and your parents, who are hard pressed about you getting into a good college, are also up your ass about these finals. 

The one thing you were looking forward to was after school, every Friday after school you meet up with Eddie Munson. He’s been your plug for quite some time now. It’s strange though, you always get excited knowing either friday’s coming or Friday is here.

 Maybe it’s just the fact that you get to smoke weed that night. But what is also weird, is you get that same giddy feeling when you walk into Math class. What’s funny is Eddie is in that math class. 

He sits a few rows in front of you. Everyday he walks in, slouching in his chair and plays with his rings. God those hands. They look so tough but you’ve always imagined what they’d feel like. They seem soft… Are they warm or cold? God so many questions ran inside your head. 

And oh, that hair…You always imagined that hair dangling in your face as he-

“Miss Y/L/N! Will you please pay attention?” Ms. O’Donnels cried out. 

Oh fuck, you were day dreamimg about him again. It’s really hard not to. I mean look at him, he’s a metal head who smokes a shit ton of weed. And just the way he would make this shit eating grin at the teacher whenever he made a smartass comment. The way he smiled made you lock your knees under your desk. 

Everyone slightly turned to look at you, but the one person you noticed the most was Eddie. His hand was on top of the head of the chair, the way his fingers looked, the rings. He turned and looked at you, pursing his lips. Blush creeped upon your face, you couldn’t tell if it was the fact that all eyes were on you or because Eddie Munson was actually looking at you. 

“Oh god…” you thought. 

A smirk creeped upon his face, before he turned back around. You slouched in your chair, trying to calm down. You hid your face by burying it in your arms, that were crossed on your desk. 

“He looked in my direction… No, he looked AT me!” you thought to yourself, locking your knees once again. 

The bell rang and everyone scurried to gather their belongings and hurried out the door. You gathered your belongings and followed everyone else. You lightly shoved your way through everyone in the hallway.

 You shuffled over to your locker, shoving all your books in it. While shoving books in your locker, you dropped your chemistry book. You rolled your eyes and sighed.

“Shit.” You muttered under your breath, bending down to pick up your book. But before you could grab it, someone quickly sntached it from the floor before you could even brush your fingertips against it.  

You kneeled there, confused as ever. You looked up to see a deranged haired Eddie Munson, holding your book in his hands. The way his ringed fingers gripped the book sent shivers down your spine. You quickly stood up, almost losing your balance. 

“Thanks…” You placed your hand on the book, your index finger gently brushing against his hand. Your heart began to pound, it was so bad you could hear it in your ears. You held the book against your chest. 

He smirked. “No problem hon, I’ll see you in a bit.” He looked in your eyes before turning around and walking away. Those eyes. His hazel eyes. They look even better in the light. 

You slammed your locker door shut and swung your backpack over your shoulder. Your heart was still pounding, you were not over what just happened. You sped walk out the door of the school. Walking down the stairs behind the football field. 

You sank your way into the woods, so you wouldnt get caught. Walking past some trees, you maneuver your way around them. Finally you found the singular bench, the usual spot where you and Eddie meet. You sat down and began to patiently wait for him to arrive. 

You sat there, bouncing your right knee and tapping your index finger on the old decrepit wooden table. You rested your chin on the palm of your free hand, which made your elbow dig into the wood. 

“God where is he?” You grumbled to yourself as you looked down at your wrist, looking at the watch. 

You felt a sudden light tap on your shoulder. You jumped a little and quickly turned to see Eddie. With the slight frightful look on your face, you made it quite obvious that he spoked you.

“Woah didn’t mean to scare you there, Doll. You okay?” 

You locked your knees to the sound of his voice. The names he would call you. Why does he do this? What does he gain from this?

“Y..yeah…I’m great.” You stumbled over your words. He gave a quick gentle smile before walking over to the other side of the bench. He dropped a black lunchbox in front of him and sat down in front of you. 

“So… you know the usual.” He flipped open the top, revealing some joints and just weed itself that weren’t already rolled. There was a lighter in there as well. “15 just for the weed itself and 20 for the joints.” He dropped them on the table and intertwined his fingers together. 

You looked down at the drugs and then went searching in your pockets for the cash. Your heart stopped when you couldn’t find it. “Uhm..”

You grabbed your bag and began searching. You found nothing, not even a cent. You looked over at Eddie who was patiently waiting for you. 

“Shit… I guess I forgot my money back at my place. I’m sorry for wasting your time.” A little disappointed, you began to stand up.

“Wait, sit back down.” Eddie said, placing the joints and unrolled weed back into his box of treasures.

You looked at him, looking a bit confused. But you did what you were told to, you tucked your skirt under your thighs and sat back down. 

He pushed his box to the side and began playing with his rings, his eyes were glued to the table. “Y’know…I always see you peeking at me in class.” He put his shit eating grin on and looked up at you. 

You picked at your fingernails under the table out of pure freaking out over the fact that you feel like some freak who stalks this guy in class. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears again. 

“I’m…I’m sorr-'' He cuts you off. “Don’t be.”

He stood up from his seat and walked over behind you. 

“Turn around.” He said in this comforting voice. 

You turned around in your seat, almost hesitant though.

“Y’know..” He said, leaning over. He placed both of his hands on the bench table, each side of you. He leaned in, your noses were so close to touching. You could feel his breath almost brush against your lips. “...I also see you lock your knees everytime I catch you taking a peek at me.”

Your heart felt like it was going to burst any minute. You felt hot, you almost felt like you were going to pass out. 

“Do I make you feel some type of way, Y/N?” He muttered, looking at your lips before his eyes trailed back to your eyes. 

You locked your knees, almost digging your nails into your bare knees. You felt so hot, blush bleed into your face. You nodded in reply to his question. 

“C’mon…use your words, Princess.” A slick smirk formed on his face, looking into your eyes.. 

You purse your lips, your mouth felt so dry and you felt like you could pass out any time soon.

‘No way this is actually happening to me.’ You thought to yourself.

“Y…yes..” You could barely let just that one word out. 

He brushed his fingers against your thighs and leaned in, close to your ear. “Is this what you wanted?” He whispered, sliding his hand closer to the hem of your skirt. He slowly slid his hand up your skirt and began massaging your inner thigh. He looked back at your face, his nose pressing against yours again. His eyes traveled from your eyes to your lips. 

He smirked and leaned in, but you were so eager to feel his lips against yours, you went in and kissed him first. His lips were everything you imagined. They were soft, and his kiss felt so gentle. You melted into the kiss until he gently pulled away. His hand was still massaging your inner thigh, using his thumb to feel up and down in your thigh.

“Woah… someone’s eager.” He chuckled.

 You could feel yourself gushing through your panties. If he got any closer, just by brushing his finger against it, he would quickly realize you were wet.

Which is what exactly happened. He got too close, his index finger brushed up against the clothed slit. God you were soaked. And he liked that. 

He looked at you and put one of his shit eating grin on once again. “Wow Y/L/N, I never knew I would make you this wet.” He chuckled in a low tone. 

He lowered his head under yours, kissing the sweet spot on the side of your neck. You bit the lower part of your lip and closed your eyes, enjoying this moment. He went to town on that one spot. He placed his hands on your waist. He lowered his kisses downwards, revealing a big red wet spot on your neck. He kissed your breast through your tank top, traveling down to your stomach. He kneeled down continuing his trail of kisses, until he stopped at your pelvic. 

He looked up at you, his eyes met with yours. “May I?”

You looked down at him, pressing your lips tightly together,  nodding your head. “Mhm…”

His head went under your skirt. His lips brushed against your inner thighs, which sent chills down your spine. His nose was up against your clothed clit. The only between him and your pussy, was the thin cloth of your panties. 

“Holy Fuck, L/N…you’re soaked.” He muffled in between your thighs. 

He took his hands and flipped your skirt up so he could breathe. He placed his index fingers onto the sides of your panties, slipping them off ever so elegantly. He was treating you like his own princess. 

He could see your juices seep out already. He smirked and looked up at you. His eyes. They gave off the vibe that he was hungry. Hungry to taste you. 

He placed his flat tongue on your slit, licking all the juices up. The moment his tongue touched your sopping wet cunt, your legs spread even further than they already were. 

“Look at you.” He growled into you. “All spread open like a fucking slut…Just for me.”

At this point, your mind was going crazy. You couldn’t believe this was happening to you. You never thought, in the years of attending this school, you would be sitting here with your legs wide open,  with Eddie “the Freak” Munson in between those legs, eating you out.

His hands were placed on your thighs, to support them from you trying to close your legs. You could feel his icy cold rings press up against your hot skin. 

He shoved his lips against your clit, sucking on the bud. You dug your nails into the wooded bench, throwing your head back in pleasure. He was harsh with your bud, but it drove you crazy when his tongue swirled around it. 

He licked up your juices and kept going back at it with your clit. He went non-stop with it. 

He took one of his hands and ran two fingers against the slit of your sloppy cunt. 

“I’ve always imagined this happening. I mean every time you looked at me in class with those eyes. God, the way you look at me. Jesus fucking Christ, Y/N… you drive me crazy.” He growled into your cunt once again.

“I…” You were out of breath. It was hard to talk when this fucker was down there destroying you. “I always think about you…” 

Eddie detached his mouth from your clit and smirked. “Oh really?” He licked his lips which had your juices all over it. He took his index and middle finger, rubbing the slit of your sopping wet cunt. 

“What do you think about?” He teased you, moving his fingers up to your bud then down to your pussy. This motherfucker was slick. You locked your eyes onto his lips then back up at his eyes with your doe eyes. 

He pushed his index and middle finger in ever so gently. Only letting a little bit of his fingers enter you. He wanted an answer out of you, no matter what. 

“C’mon sweetheart, use that beautiful voice of yours. Tell me.” He placed his other hand on your thigh, squeezing it. 

His fingers slid right in with no problem. But you tighten your walls immediately so you could really feel his fingers. He didn’t go fast, instead he only went hard. You bit your lower lip, looking down at your own cunt getting finger fucked by the notorious ‘Freak’ of the school. 

“I…” You panted. “I think about you…touching me… all over.” 

This fucker smirked and looked up at you, still pumping you with his fingers. 

“Aw C’mon… I know that’s not all, Baby.” He snickered. His goal was to get the truth and nothing but the truth out of you. So, in order to get you to truly confess, he would have to really put you over the edge. He curled his fingers while thrusting his fingers out of your messy wet pussy. 

“Holy- Fuck!” You hollered.

“Okay okay..” You threw your head back, taking it all in.

“I think about you bending me over… fucking me senseless. I think about riding you all the time, it turns me on.” Your chest moved up and down, it was getting steamy. 

He put a shit eating grin on. “Good girl.” He lowered his head down once more, latching onto your bud once again as he continuously pumped you with his fingers. 

Your grip on the picnic table was tighter. You let out such a pornographic moan, so loud you were starting to wonder if people could hear. Fuck it, at this point you could care less. You’ve been dreaming for this day to happen. At night, you would touch yourself thinking about him slamming himself inside you and filling you up with his seed. 

“Holy fucking shit, Eddie!” your voice got a bit higher each time he hit your g-spot. You could feel the curl in his fingers as he hit it. It drove you absolutely mad.

“Please, Ed’s…have mercy…i’m gon-” Your body tensed up as you climaxed all over this boy's fingers. You were hot in the face by the end of this orgasm. 

Eddie slipped his fingers out. He looked up, locking eyes with you as he stuck the fingers that were deep in your pussy into his mouth, sucking your juices off his fingers. 

“Bend over, darling. I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you to where you won’t be able to stand up properly.” He demanded. With how Eddie has always been nice to you, you never imagined him to be this dominante. 

But you did what you were told. You stood up, your legs already felt like wet noodles due to the orgasm this man just gave you. He gripped onto your hips, bending you over the bench. He was so urgent with it, your hands slammed against the table with how abrupt he was. Guess this man really wanted to fuck you. 

He lifted up your skirt over your waist, revealing your bare ass. He slammed his hand on it, gently digging his nails into your skin. The cold from his rings stung. 

He went down to give you one last lick on your slit, making it even more wet than it already was.

“God you’re still soaked, practically dripping for me.”

Well, yeah, no shit. He just made you cum all over his fingers and he’s treating you like his own personal whore? Of course you’d be dripping.

“Only for you…Ed’s” You muttered. 

You could hear the belt buckle become undone from behind you, then you heard his pants drop to the ground. This is where your heart began to beat faster.

He leaned over your shoulder, placing his hands on your hips. You could feel his hard erection against the crack of your ass. “You want me to wear a rubber or no, hon?” He whispered in your ear, having that shit eating grin once again plastered on his face.  

You rolled your eyes and snickered with a small smirk on your face. “I’m on the pill.” You scoffed. 

“Woahh just asking, sweetheart. Wouldn’t want to get you pregnant with a little Munson freak inside you now, huh?” 

You purse your lips tightly shut and look back at him with a grin, holding back a laughter.

Eddie’s eyes grew wide in shock. “Oh you’re bad, Y/n.” He snickered, placing a quick kiss on your lips. 

He moved away from your face and slipped his boxers down to his thighs. He lifted up his shirt, placing the bottom end of the shirt under his chin to hold it so it wouldn’t get in the way of his rhythm while he was fucking you. 

You were still looking back, watching his cock spring out of his boxers and slapping onto your ass. 

‘Holy shit he’s huge…’ you thought.

He was throbbing, with all the action going on, his dick was untouched the whole time. Meaning his cock was pulsing, waiting ever so patiently to feel every nook and cranny of your walls. 

You never expected Eddie, out of all people, to have such a big dick. He was nothing compared to any other guy you’ve been with. Hell, Eddie is probably the biggest you’ve ever been with.

He also seemed to act like he’s had some experience, which in a strange way, made you kind of jealous. 

“You like what you see, babe?” He noticed your eyes were glued to his dick. 

Your face burned up, feeling a bit embarrassed on how he caught you staring at his cock. But you hesitantly and nervously nodded at Eddie’s question. 

He smirked. “Good, cause you’re about to feel all seven inches of it.”

He placed his hands on your thigh, moving your right leg up on the bench seat for a more comfortable form. His tough hands moved to your ass, smacking it. 

You bit your lower lip and winced, feeling the sting on your ass Eddie left on you. A nice red hand print was imprinted onto your left ass cheek. 

He took his other hand, placing it on his cock to help position it against your slit. He slowly let himself slip in, going slow so your walls can adjust to his girthiness and length.

“Holy shiiit…” you gasped sharply. 

He jolted his whole length inside you, keeping it deep inside you for a hot second. You clenched around his cock to really feel him. He let you feel every inch of him, those inches you have been dying to feel for quite some time now. 

He let out a long groan. “Ohh Fffuuuck…”

His hands were grabbing at your hips, pressing into your skin to help with his rhythmic thrusts. You still had your walls tightened around his cock which was driving him absolutely insane. 

You could hear the slap of his thighs against your ass with every thrust. 

“Harder, Ed’s..” You winced out. 

He chuckled, “Whatever you want, baby.” 

He grabbed onto your waist for better support, ramming his length inside you even deeper. See, this is where you knew Eddie was a good listener. Instead of going faster like most of those dumb jocks do when you ask to go harder, he went harder with slow thrusts. And boy, did Eddie’s fucking drive you crazy. 

“Jesus, Sweetheart. You feel so good..” He kept up with his thrusts, somewhat leaning over with each pump. Uh oh, he's folding.

You noticed this due to his shadow in front of you. “You good back there?” You snickered, becoming cocky over the fact that you’re making this tough looking dude almost cum within a minute or so. 

He gnawed on the corner of his lower lip, feeling a bit embarrassed at the fact that he already felt like he was gonna burst inside you. “Your pussy is so good, I'm getting weak already..”  

You smirked, pursing your lips once more. “How about I take over, hm?” You asked, swinging your head to the side to look over your shoulder and up at the messy metalhead behind you.

He blinked at you for a bit, but then proceeded to nod at your question. He adjusted himself and slipped out of you. 

“What’re you gonna do?” He asked, suddenly not feeling so confident and dominant anymore. He knew this time, you were in charge. 

“I’m gonna ride you until you cum, that’s what..” The sudden rush of dominance overpowered you. 

You shoved him to sit on the picnic table seat, placing each knee on each side of his thighs. Your chest was shoved in his face, which made him burn up a bit. Seeing you this fierce made him two times harder than he already was.

You smirked and rubbed the tip of his cock against your slit, teasing the shit out of him. He furrowed his eyebrows and bit his lower lip once more.

“Geez Y/n, you…you really know how to get me all worked up now, huh?” He breathed out. 

“Oh, baby…” You leaned in close to his face with a slick smirk plastered on your face. “I’m just getting started.”

He swallowed a ball of saliva in, looking up into your eyes. His pupils began to grow, which was uncommon to see in Eddie. His eyes always looked big when he was looking in your direction. 

You did one last rub of your juices on his tip before slamming yourself on his cock. You swung your arms around his neck, moving yourself up and down on his member. Your tits , which were in his face, are bouncing in your tank top. He constantly looked up at you and back at your breasts. 

“H..Holy shit, babe..” He huffed and moaned, placing both hands on both of your asscheeks. He used those hands to help you bounce on his dick. His fingernails dug into your skin once more, leaving red marks on your ass. 

You place your lips on his, exploring eachothers mouths with your tongues. The bouncing didn’t help with the kiss, which made you two clash your teeth together

“God yes! Just like that, sweetheart!” Eddie growled between your lips. 

The grip he had on your rear end became tighter, meaning the more he gripped the harder he slammed you on his cock. 

You put on a shit eating grin and leaned over Eddie’s shoulder, slightly getting off his dick but his tip was still inside you. You flipped open the black lunch box behind Eddie, revealing the drugs once more. You slipped one of the pre-rolls and a lighter out of the box. 

You crashed back onto his dick with an innocent smile on your face. Slipping the role in between your lips, looking deep into Eddie’s eyes as you lit the joint. 

“Oh, baby…you’re bad” He smiled from ear to ear seeing you like this.

You took a deep inhale from it, then pulled the joint from your lips with your index finger and thumb.You wrapped your arms around his neck once more. Blowing smoke in Eddie’s face as you kept bouncing up and down on his cock. 

He moved his hands up to your waist to help you bounce, feeling the metal from his rings run across your skin. This made the hair on your arms stand up straight, your nipples perky and hard. 

You clenched around his cock once again, trying to get a rise out of him. Which is exactly what happened. He swung his head back, letting a low moan escape from in between his lips. 

“Ahh shhiit…” He whimpered out. You could feel his thighs lightly shake underneath you. He was close, and you knew it. 

You rocked your hips side to side, back and forth. He was going nuts for this. His breathing was getting hasty and his chest was moving up and down at such a fast pace. 

You never thought this day would actually happen. You were actually fucking the guy you’ve been crushing on since atleast junior year. He was the first guy to ever make you feel really safe. Fuck, he was the first guy to ever give you a real orgasm. You always faked it with all the stuck up assholes you dated. Well you and Eddie aren’t dating. This is just a one time thing…right?

“Fuck, babe…with all that movement you’re gonna make me burst.” He panted, swinging his head back up to look at you. His hands were stuck to your waist like glue. 

“Maybe that’s what I want.” You smirked, looking down into his chocolate brown eyes. You could also see the sweat on his forehead, his hair was sticking to his skin. 

“Now hold on, hon…You want me to…Y’know…Boom?” He took his hand and made an exaggerated exploding effect with his hand by going from a fist to opening his hand really fast.

“Of course…I’m on the pill, remember?” You giggled. “Now, hold on tight.”

His worrisome look turned into an  ‘oh fuck yeah!’ face. 

You tightened around him once more, maneuvering your hips as you slid up and down on his cock. Your pussy was so used to his size already, it was easy for him to hit your g-spot every pump.  

He looked down to see his cock being fucking obliterated by your pussy. He was enjoying every minute of this. Eddie was getting hot and sweaty, which was a good sign. 

His hands didn’t know where they wanted to go. They kept going to your ass, which he would not stop slapping. Then to your hips and waist, which his nails dug into. Or your back, which sometimes he would accidentally scratch down on when you hit a really good spot. 

“I’m gonna cum…You ready, sweetheart?” His hands were now on your waist, getting ready for that one last slam into your warmth.

You nodded, “Yes just…please fill me, Eddie..” You whimpered.

“Okay, here it comes..” His voice became shaky all of a sudden. 

You could feel his thighs underneath you shake again, as you also felt his warmth burst inside you, hitting your walls. You looked down to see his seed leak out of you whilst you're still sitting there on his cock. 

“Holy shit…” You were amazed at the site. 

Eddie grabbed your hips to help you off, his cock was still a bit hard when he slipped you off of him. Your legs were wobbly as you tried standing up again. Eddie noticed as he was buckling up his pants. 

“Woah Woah, hold on… Lemme help you.” He hastily walked over to your side. 

 He sat you down on the edge of the bench as he grabbed your panties. He got down on one knee, slipping the panties on you, helping you stand up so he could put the rest of your panties up completely. Eddie was the king of after care, because no guy has ever done that. 

You blushed at the sight of him helping you out. Jeez, he fucked your brains out and this is what makes you red in the face?

“So…” You turned to Eddie, who had the joint you lit earlier in between his lips. It seemed as if before you spoke he was about to light it. 

“So ‘are we a thing now?’… is that what you were gonna say?” He inhaled, holding in the smoke so it could settle in his system before exhaling. 

He looked down as he walked towards you, trailing his eyes back up to meet with yours. You choked up, seeing how close he got to your face so fast. You twiddled with your thumbs close to your thighs as you stood there looking up at the shaggy haired boy. 

He placed his forefinger and thumb on your chin. “If you’re brave enough to walk around holding hands with ‘the freak’...then fuck yes, we’re a thing.” He smirked, placing his lips on yours. This kiss was so different from the others he gave. This kiss felt so pure and passionate.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

After this, You and Eddie became the talk around the school. Eddie “the Freak” Munson dating Hawkins Sweetheart. Every time you two walked down the hallway, either holding hands or Eddie with one arm wrapped around your waist, you two always got stares. But neither of you cared what other people thought, you were so into him you could give two shits on what people thought. 

You lost some friends, but that’s how you knew they weren’t really friends. True friends would stick by your side no matter what. Besides, you met some new people ever since you started dating Eddie. You met Dustin, Mike, and the rest of the Hellfire Club. They were so nice to you, made you feel at home. You would be taken to D&D campaigns now and then. The whole time you were sitting next to your boyfriend, you were also being taught how to play. 

You and Eddie? You two hung out nonstop. Almost everyday Eddie would drive you to and from school. Sometimes he would rearrange your guts in his van or you two would hotbox the shit out of it before heading into school. 

You two loved to listen to music together. Eddie gave you such a sick music taste. You used to listen to Madonna, Dolly Parton, Whitney Huston, Kate Bush, etc… 

But after dating Eddie, you began listening to bands such as Metallica, Guns N’ Roses, Dio, Judas Priest, Black Sabbath, Mötley Crüe, the list goes on and on. He tried listening to your kind of music but his metalhead ass just couldn’t. But once he lended you some of his cassette tapes, you were hooked. You would always go to watch him and the rest of the members of Corroded Coffin go and play all the time. 

You knew that this was the start of something beautiful.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

this took forver,,,

[ali-r3n]

He’s your cat when he misbehaves.

[obsessedelusional]

What the f*** are you looking at?

parings ✦ Eddie Munson x You/Reader

summary ✦ As a fellow social reject you sat at the same lunch table as the Hell Fire club. You didn’t mind, forming a crush on their leader Munson. What happens when one day he catches you starting?

authors note ✦ Okay this is tmi but my freshman year of high school I had a fat ass crush on this boy he was the class clown always doing the most one day I turn around as he’s being loud and he says “What’re you looking at?” And then continues to tell his friends I’m always staring at him. Literally so traumatizing LMAO turned it a cute lil fluff piece about Eddie. Obviously my life didn’t end out like this lol

FEEDBACK AND REBLOGS APPRECIATED!!!

The first three years of high school were all the same. You spent everyday alone, your face tucked away in a book. Sometimes you’d wonder what it would be like to be a little reckless. Maybe even do something kind of stupid. Pretend for once that you didn’t give a fuck. Truth was you gave too many fucks. Constant state of worry and anxiety. It was much easier to be invisible. Doing everything in your power to be as unseen as possible.

Which is exactly why you admired Eddie Munson. He gave off the most I don’t give a fuck energy you had ever seen. You were insanely jealous that he is so effortlessly him self. Something you struggled with as long as you can remember.

Eddie was so attractive in your eyes. Most of the books you read were romance, the main man a stereotypical bad boy. You always imagined Eddie when reading the many stories. Forming a giant crush on him years ago.

One perk of being a social reject was having no choice but to sit at the same table as him. Getting a front row seat to his shenanigans. The Hell Fire Club took up half of the table while the rest of the school losers sat at the other end. Sometimes you would wonder why you few didn’t just befriend each other. No one ever brave enough to be the first person to introduce themselves.

Today was no different, you were sat the lunch table reading as a way to pass the time and hopefully stop anyone from talking to you. The large thud at the other end of the table has you looking up from the pages in front of you. You look to see Eddie putting on his usual theatrics.

“Fuck this school.” His voice spreading across the lunch room. Most people so used it they don’t bother looking his way. You on the other hand look for any excuse to stare at Eddie. Jason makes a snarky comment which only fuels Eddie’s fire.

“And fuck you too!” He flips Jason off before finally taking a seat. You can’t help but feel for him something must be truly bothering him. That quickly changes when his head snaps upwards his eyes move directly at you.

“What the fuck are you looking at?” He spits talking to you. Your eyes go wide, entirely in shock. Never once had you actually interacted with Eddie. Always wanting to, would even imagine how it would go down. Not like this.

“Dude what the fuck?” Jeff says to Eddie.

“What? She’s always fucking staring.” Eddie says, venom in his voice. Tears begin to brim your eyelids so you stand up, wasting no time to leave. You can hear the rest of the group telling him that was dick move.

You make your way to the nearly empty library. Where’d you spend the rest of lunch. After today you’d probably spend every lunch till you graduated in the library. Promising yourself you’ll never look at Eddie again.

—

It’s been over a week since the incident. You hadn’t seen Eddie since. Which was easy enough considering most of your classes were AP and he wasn’t in any of those. You ended up enjoying spending lunch in the library. It was quiet enough that there were little to no interruptions as you read.

The school day comes to an end. Your walking to your car, eyes on the floor. In an attempt to avoid all your classmates. That’s until you come to a screeching halt, someone’s blocking the door to your car. While you can only see their tattered white sneakers you recognize them immediately. It’s Eddie.

“I wanted to apologize.” His voice softer than his usual tone. You ignore him reaching for the door handle, he moves in the way blocking your hand.

“I’m so sorry.” He says while you continue to refuse to look at him.

“I was having a shitty day. Mrs. Davis was telling me off for falling behind in class. As I was leaving her classroom the principal calls me to the office, blaming me for the graffiti that appeared in the gym. Which wasn’t me by the way, if I was capable of that everyone would know it was me. Didn’t matter I got in trouble for it, two weeks of after school detention.” He keeps on rambling on and on about that events that happened before he snapped at you.

“Then Jason was being an asshole. I was so irritated and when I saw you looking at me I took it out on you. I became the asshole. I feel terrible.” He says, you can’t help but feel like he’s being genuine.

“It’s whatever. Can I get in my car now?” You say, your voice timid as usual.

“Please let me make it up to you.” He pleads. It takes all your will power to not look up at those big beautiful brown eyes.

“Don’t worry about it.” You say reaching around him but he blocks you yet again.

“Please I miss catching the pretty book worm staring at me.” As the words come out of his mouth you can’t help but internally freak the fuck out. Is what he’s saying true? You can’t bring yourself to respond, too entirely overwhelmed by the situation.

“Look at me please.” His hand reaches for your chin in attempt to raise your face. You push it away, Eddie retracts his hand surprised by your reaction.

“Why won’t you look at me?” You’re focused on his hands, his fingers playing with the tear in his jeans.

“Cause I’m always fucking staring.” You are surprised by the words that come out.

“I’m serious when I say I miss it. Let me make it up to you. I want to take you out on a date.” You can sense the smile on his face, still refusing to make eye contact with him. Wishing nothing more than to escape this situation.

“This feels like a trap.” You respond.

“What?”

“If I say yes it’s gonna be a prank or something. The second I say yes you’re gonna start laughing as if the idea of anyone going out with me is ridiculous.”

“Do you really think that of me?” He asks, his tone sounds upset now.

“A week ago, no. Today? Maybe.”

“I don’t think the idea of anyone going out with you is ridiculous. I noticed years ago your constant gaze. I never minded. If anything I started going out of my way to get your eyes on me. Always making a fool of myself so I can see your smile when you finally get your head out of whatever book your reading.”

“Then why did you say what you said?” You ask.

“Because this time the reason you were looking my way was because I was throwing a tantrum. Like a giant toddler. I was embarrassed. You looked concerned while ever looked disgusted by the freak lashing out.” He sighs, you so desperately wishing you could muster up the courage to look up at Eddie.

“So I lashed out on you. I regretted it immediately. I swear.” Eddie explains.

“I forgive you.”

“You do?” His voice perks up.

“Does that mean you’ll let me make it up to you?”

“Maybe.” You smile, still focusing on his hands.

“Look at me, please.” He’s basically begging at this point. When you hesitate, he reaches for your chin. Only this time you don’t stop him. You’re face to face with Eddie now. So close to him, closer than you ever been.

“Do you believe me yet that this isn’t some elaborate joke on you?” Your lost deep in his eyes, unable to to process what’s happening. When you don’t respond he closes his eyes, moving closer to you. He’s about to kiss you, your first kiss. Unsure of what to do you close your eyes too. He plants a sweet short kiss on your lips before pulling away. Your eyes still closed when he pulls away.

“Believe me now?” You nod yes unable to form any words, eyes closed. He slips a piece of paper in your back pocket, the pocket that rests on your butt.

“It’s my number. Call me tonight?” Eddie asks.

“Okay.” You smile opening your eyes, Eddie’s lets out a small laugh before leaving you alone to process what just happened.

“What the fuck?” You whisper to yourself. You reach in your pocket half expecting it to be blank or for it say that you’ve been pranked. Like this really was some elaborate joke on you.

It doesn’t say that. It is his number and his name with a little heart. It reads ‘sorry I was an asshole i promise to make it up to you’.

You smile thinking maybe it’s your turn to do something a lil reckless.

[afewproblems]

A Clear and Present Threat of Tongue

Sooooo this idea shook me like a rag doll and wouldn't let me go until I got it all out, this is a Steddie Stranger Things New Girl AU taking place during the first kiss episode between Jess and Nick. But its waaay longer and more angsty than I anticipated. So.

Enjoy!

It’s all Gareth's fault in hindsight. 

As his best friend and confidant, Gareth really should have taken Eddie’s feelings into account when he suggested a party out loud in front of everyone.

Not that the party was a particularly bad idea, parties had been prime money making opportunities in the years before - although that had certainly dwindled, what with the murder accusations and earthquakes. 

And Eddie was trying to make it a point of avoiding dealing around the kids or Hoppers disapproving glare.

So no, it wasn't so much the party.

Steve had taken it upon himself to host, as per usual, and everyone had been invited. The gremlins, Nancy and Jonathan, Argyle, Gareth, Jeff, and Robin of course without question. Gareth brought Megan Walsh with him while Robin brought another underclassman, Vickie something, she seemed cool - a little quiet for Eddie's taste but that wouldn’t be the only reason she didn’t do it for him.

Nah, Eddie was looking for something a little taller, louder, with big brown eyes and plush pink lips he wanted to sink his teeth into and an ass that wouldn’t quit even if he begged. 

And Eddie didn’t beg.

It was an end of summer pool party that had extended beyond the warm sunshine and moved into the main house when the last few rays had swapped for the cool twilight of the evening. 

There had been no shortage of food and drinks and a few tokes in the garage from the decent Cali strain Argyle had brought with him. The kids had gone to bed one by one leaving the rest of them to move down to the basement as Steve had put it, ‘to keep the noise to a minimum while the little shits sleep’.

The combination of weed and beer had them floating in the sweet-spot, not that everyone had partaken - Argyle and Jonathan stuck to weed only while the girls nursed their beers.

Eddie, Gareth and Jeff were the only three that were on the floor and feeling alright by the time midnight had rolled around. 

“We should play a game,” Gareth says, blurting out the words from his place on the floor, he’s grinning a little with glazed eyes and wild hair splayed around his head like a halo.

And this, this should have been Eddie’s first warning. 

Now Uncle Wayne had a great rule, a fantastic rule, ‘Nothing good ever happens after midnight kiddo, remember that’.

Eddie should have listened to the old man.

Jeff hums lightly from the floor and Megan perks up at the idea, shifting up to the edge of the couch, trying to catch Gareth's glazed eyes.

"What kind of game?" She says, her voice lilting and curious, Eddie smirks and elbows Gareth in the side.

Gareth huffs out a groan at the contact and rolls slightly to level a glare at the metal-head, Eddie raises his eyebrows and darts his eyes from Gareth to Megan before raising a single eyebrow. 

Go for it man! 

Gareth cocks his head, a confused expression pulling at his brow as his red eyes pan from Eddie to the other side of the room and back again. 

Nowhere near Megan.

Just as Eddie makes to turn to wherever Gareth is looking, a small grin blooms on his best friend's otherwise lax face, the bassist sits up with a groan and shakes out his own wild mane of curls.

"Truth or Dare?"

"Choice game brochacho," Argyle laughs from the loveseat he's laid out across, Jonathan nods with his eyes closed. Everyone seems pleased with the situation if the chorus of 'sure's', and  'sounds good,' is anything to go by. 

Even Steve - who Eddie can’t help but notice has also stuck to beer most of the night and seems slightly tipsy as he wanders over from the far side of the room and drops onto the floor beside him. 

Steve says a quiet, 'cool,' as he brings his one knee up to his chest to lean on.

He smells of spice and pine tonight and Eddie fights the urge to curl against him.

Nancy volunteers to go first and picks dare, surprising everyone except for Jonathan and Steve, who laugh as Robin stumbles her way through crafting the perfect task for Nancy to perform.

Vickie whispers into Robin’s ear which elicits a delicate blush that settles over Robin’s cheeks and ears as she settles back against the couch with a soft smile.

“We dare you to do a cartwheel!” Robin crows, laying out her palm towards Vickie who immediately gives her an unapologetic high-five, Eddie rolls his eyes and nudges Steve beside him. 

“I expected better than that coming from Buckley,” he says just slightly over a whisper level if the death glare Robin shoots at him is any indication, Steve snorts and takes another sip of his drink.

“She’s just warming up Munson, you better watch out or you’ll paint a target on your back,” Steve stage whispers back, winking as he turns his attention to Nancy who has cleared a pathway next to their little circle to attempt her cartwheel. 

Eddie swallows and tries to fight down the blush that threatens to creep over his face. 

Fuck. He is so unfairly pretty. 

Steve's hair is remarkably untidy this evening, and his ears are slightly pink from the alcohol, and his stupid perfect jawline makes Eddie want to bite something - preferably Steve. 

He’s wearing one of his little polo’s, a light yellow number that accentuates his bright brown eyes and the dotting of moles and freckles dappling his face. 

Oh yeah, Eddie’s a goner. 

Nancy manages to half somersault and land on all fours before jumping to her feet in an Olympic pose that draws a mix of laughter and applause from the group. Eddie watches as Steve puts down his drink and politely claps as he smiles indulgently at Nancy, Eddie frowns slightly as he tamps down a flicker of jealousy that builds in his chest. 

He misses Robin stand up and stride towards Nancy before leaning in to whisper in her ear with a predatory grin. Nancy’s eyes drift from Robin to Eddie and back again, she nods once and turns back to the group, her facial expression betraying nothing. 

“Oh dude, you’re in for it now,” Steve murmurs to Eddie as Nancy and Robin resume their seats in the circle.

“What?” Eddie says as Nancy clears her throat and smiles at him, it's cutthroat and shark-like and Eddie is suddenly reminded why he’s always found Nancy intimidating.

“Eddie, truth or dare?” Nancy says in a silky voice, Jonathan seems to freeze at the tone and attempts to catch his eye, shaking his head like a mad-man and slicing a finger across his throat again and again, while Steve laughs softly beside him.

“Uh, Pft, Dare Wheeler,” Eddie says with a scoff and a wide grin, he stands up and starts stretching his arms across his chest, before cracking his neck and shaking out his shoulders, “just need to loosen up first here,” he claps his hands together, “okay what sort of gymnastics you got for me miss Nancy?”

Jonathan smacks his face into his hand in the corner while Robin giggles to Vickie, Eddie catches a few muttered words, but nothing concrete. Judging from the red face and ‘O’ shaped mouth that Vickie sends his way, it's definitely not good. 

Nancy clears her throat and waves her hand to catch his attention again, “eyes this way Munson,” she says slyly, and Eddie is suddenly sweating. 

“Eddie Munson, I dare you to take the person sitting closest to you into the spare bedroom for seven minutes in heaven. 

No one says a word for a moment. 

Eddie wishes for the basement floor to open and swallow him whole. He stares at the plush fibers of the rug, wondering if it would be at all possible to smother himself by pushing his face into the carpet. 

He absolutely refuses to look at Steve. 

The only person sitting beside him. 

He should have listened to the old man. 

***

Eddie paces the small space again and again, its five steps from wall to wall and it does nothing to ease the tension in the room. He tries to figure out how to tamp down the seemingly permanent flush that has stained his face since the two of them were pushed into the room. 

The door has been unceremoniously slammed shut behind them and a chorus of eight voices chant, ‘Kiss, Kiss, Kiss!’ over and over outside their temporary prison.

Damn Gareth for suggesting this stupid game, damn Nancy and Robin for conspiring against him and damn himself for his ridiculous delusional fantasy. 

Steve Harrington would never want to kiss someone like him, even if he did swing that way.

This was stupid and awful, damn everything.

Steve scoffs from his position on the foot of the bed, startling Eddie slightly.

“What is the big deal,” Steve sounds much more sober, and a lot more tired now that it's just the two of them, “lets just suck it up and french a little?”

Eddie nearly feels himself short-circuit at the words. 

He resists the urge to smack his head into the door and slowly turns on his heel to face Steve. 

His expression is bored, if slightly irritated to be stuck in this situation, but his arms are draped loosely on the bed and his shoulders are relaxed.

Huh. Not nervous then, but there is something else…

Eddie sighs and scrubs a ringed hand across his face, "Okay fine, but don’t say suck it up and french a little--"

"Do not complain to me Munson," Steve grumbles, his voice suddenly tight, "this is your fault. Let’s just do this," he shakes his hands out, Eddie notes the slightest tremor that runs over his left hand but it disappears the longer Eddie's gaze remains on it.

Fuck.

"Okay, okay, no, Steve this is not a big deal," Eddie says, his tone is light but gentle as he crosses over to the bed, he holds out his hands for Steve to take. 

Steve's eyes travel from his hands to Eddie's face, and back again. His expression flickers once before shuttering into the same bored expression from earlier. Steve clasps his hands once and squeezes them briefly before letting go and standing up to face Eddie.

"Right…not a big deal, let's just do it," Steve mumbles as he breathes out, he closes his eyes briefly and Eddie's never been this close before, he can count the freckles on his nose, "just do it Eds".

Oh god, oh god, he’s about to kiss Steve Harrington, this is fine, it's fine. It’s just a stupid party game, he can do this, he can be cool.

Eddie takes a deep breath, and raises his hands to grasp Steve by the shoulders before smoothing them down his arms, he leaves them loosely wrapped around his biceps, and Okay who the Hell gave him the right?

Focus.

He licks his lips and swallows his nerves, he can do this, he can do this!

Steve frowns, “Why are you licking your lips?” his voice pitched with confusion.

He can’t do this. 

“Should I not?” Eddie manages to say without stuttering, he coats his voice with false bravado as he rolls his shoulders and widens his stance, “you want dry lips Harrington?”

Steve scowls, “No”.

“Then I’m just licking them to make them better!” 

A pinched expression blooms over Steve’s face at the sudden rise in volume in Eddie’s words, he resists the urge to wipe the clammy sweat from his hands and instead lifts them from Steve’s biceps to his shoulders before placing his hands on the sides of Steve's face. Eddie’s fingers curl up into his hair behind each ear and Eddie swears for a moment he can feel Steve tilt his head into his hands -just slightly. 

“Ready?” Eddie murmurs, the earlier bravado gone as his eyes dart back and forth between Steve’s own. He’s looking just slightly up at Eddie, the barest hint of a smile playing on his lips.

“Ready,” Steve affirms with a small nod that jostles Eddie's hands.

“Okay,” Eddie breathes out through his nose slowly, “1, 2 -- I’m actually not going to do a count,” he lets go of Steve’s face, it’s too much, it’s ridiculous and Eddie feels as though he’s about to fly apart at any moment.

Steve doesn’t move but his eyes trail after Eddie's hands as they fall from his face before coming back up to meet Eddie’s gaze, “Okay?”

Eddie swallows, it feels like glass going down, this is not how he saw his night going, “That's not my style, when I kiss, I don’t, I don’t count down…”

Steve snorts and smiles slightly, biting his lip as he says, “Okay”.

Eddie breathes in sharply as Steve releases his lip to speak, he shakes his head once and reaches out with slightly unsteady hands, to grip Steve’s face once more, “Ready?”

Steve nods again, “Yes,” he’s looking up at Eddie with those warm brown eyes and long lashes and Eddie feels like he's going to faint.

Just move, he thinks to himself, just kiss him and then he can leave, never darken the door of the Harrington house again. He can pretend this never happened and go back to pining from afar. 

Eddie steels himself and tilts his head as he leans in slowly, he sweeps his thumb across Steve’s cheekbone, he can do this, he can do this. He continues moving forward as Steve suddenly rears back with a gasp.

There’s a slight tremor in his voice, as Steve says, “I’m, I’m sorry, you can’t do that…”

Eddie jerks backwards, “What did I do?” he cries out, he flings his hands away from Steve’s face, holding them up in something akin to surrender. He wracks his brain, running through the last thirty seconds, trying to think of what could have freaked Steve out this badly.

“Your fa-” Steve starts before clamping his mouth shut with a sharp click. He’s curling in on himself now, one arm slides up from his side to grasp his other arm.

It’s Eddie’s turn to stare.

“Were you, were you going to say my face?” Eddie says quietly, stepping back from Steve entirely, his now empty fists clench and unclench at his sides. There’s a flicker of anger an hurt in his chest, what the fuck did that mean?

They stare at each other for a moment, Eddie waits for Steve to elaborate but all he gets is a silent grimace.

“Yeah,” Steve says weakly, after a beat, his eyes anywhere but Eddie’s own, “you just…you can’t do that with your face dude”.

"Don’t call me dude right now," Eddie growls, breathing in deeply through his nose, this whole situation has been fucked from the start and he can't take it anymore. He's done.

“Okay, yeah, okay,” Eddie mutters before crossing the space to the closed door and pounding the flat of his palm against it, “Let me out of here!”

Behind him, Steve sighs as he moves over to the wall of the spare bedroom and slides down it until he’s seated with his legs splayed out. 

But Eddie doesn't care, he doesn't. He had prepared himself for this, he knew Steve wouldn't possibly feel the same way and now it was definitive. 

That didn't stop it from stinging.

Eddie growls as he tries for the handle again and the brass does nothing but rattle rather than turn.

“Why does this door lock from the outside? That can’t be safe,” Eddie mutters to himself as he turns away from the door to face Steve once more, he leans back against it and breathes out a sigh as the chorus of, ‘Kiss, Kiss, Kiss’ renews itself with vigor just outside.

Steve sighs again and raises both hands to rub down his face before dropping them heavily to the floor on either side of him, he stares at the wall for a moment before his expression flattens again. 

He looks up at Eddie with determination in his eyes before bringing his legs up to stand. 

“Okay,” Steve says softly, as he steps towards where Eddie is leaning against the door, “let’s just do this already, just kiss me--”

“No.” Eddie firmly huffs, he crosses his arms in front of his chest and nearly knocks his head against the door as he realizes there is nowhere else to go, “I don’t--I’m not gonna kiss you”.

Steve pauses in his approach, he seems so much smaller than normal, and Eddie hates every moment of this.

“Look, I’m sorry, okay?” Steve says quietly, he reaches up to pinch the tip of his nose and clears his throat, “you said it yourself, it’s not a big deal. If you don't want to do this that's, it's fine, you know how stubborn they are, I don't think they meant to lock the door--”

“I can’t--” Eddie cuts across him but Steve is still talking.

“I’m sorry that you got stuck with me,” Steve bites out, running a hand through his hair as he steps backwards now, away from Eddie, and sits on the end of the bed, “and I’m sorry that I got all weird just now, but--”

Eddie just can’t take it any longer.

“No Steve,” he says shrilly, not caring if the assholes outside the door are listening, not caring if the Loch Nora neighbors can hear him, not caring if the kids upstairs wake up, “It's, I just can’t, not like this!”

It takes a second for the words to register, they seem to float between them for a moment before each man registers what’s been said.

Steve stills on the bed, he doesn’t even look like he’s breathing, “What,” Steve says softly, “what, what does that mean?” 

Oh Fuck.

“Nothing,” Eddie blurts out, his heart is racing, the air is stale and thin in the basement bedroom and Eddie feels like he can’t breathe, “I didn’t mean it like, I just, we can’t like that because it's not, you know?”

Steve stares at him from the bed, “...what?”

Eddie has to leave, he can’t be in this room anymore, pinned to the door by a pair of soft brown eyes that have pinched in the middle into a confused and terrible frown.

“If you’ll excuse me,” Eddie says quietly, briskly walking past Steve and the bed as he moves towards the far wall with the single window.

“Where are you going? Eddie!” 

For the second time that night Eddie finds himself wishing he had listened to his old man. 

Attempting to climb out the window of the basement spare bedroom may not have been his best plan; as he hoisted himself up to the ledge, which was already up a good five feet at least, and popped the screen off, deaf to whatever words Steve was hissing at him, Eddie found himself sitting halfway in a window-well. 

About two feet from the open ground above.

And that was before his studded belt caught on the window ledge. 

“Fucking hell,” Eddie grits out as he shifts backwards only for the belt to wrench him back into place, no, no, no, this couldn’t be happening.

He hears a sigh behind him along with a low string of curses as quiet footsteps move away towards the far side of the room. Seven knocks sound on what he can only assume is the door in a strange pattern that halts the chant from the basement sitting room. A muffled voice he can’t quite make out says something that Steve responds to.

“Open up the goddamn door Buckley or I’ll never cover another morning shift again, we have a situation in here,” he says in a small, defeated voice. 

It all happens fairly quickly after that. 

Between Jeff, Nancy, and Argyle’s careful maneuvering they manage to extricate him from the window and lower him back to the floor. Nothing had prepared Eddie for the hot, tight feeling that would fill his chest as Argyle and Jeff snicker and high-five once he is back on solid ground. Nancy is smiling but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes as she looks from Steve and back to Eddie, expression slowly morphing into one of concern.

Robin is standing with Steve, both of them lean against the far back wall by the now open door. They seem to be having an intense whisper fight that ends with Steve storming out back into the main sitting room. 

Argyle knocks into him, suddenly draping an arm over Eddie’s shoulders and snatching his attention away from Robin and Steve. He herds Eddie forward on slightly unsteady legs to follow the rest of his rescue party as they all make their way out of the spare bedroom.

“That was freakin’ hilarious dude,” Argyle says with a warm laugh and bright, slightly hazy eyes,  “I mean Steve, Steve, he tried to climb out the window instead of kissing you, can you believe that?”

Steve stiffens from his new position on the loveseat but shakes his head after a beat and laughs; the sound rings hollow, a pale imitation to his usual beautiful laugh, “Eh, Robin just gets to add another tally to the ‘You Suck’ board, that’s all man”.

Argyle laughs and claps Eddie’s shoulder lightly one last time before moving towards Jonathan and Jeff, the trio grab a lighter from the coffee table and head back upstairs for another toke.

Robin and Nancy go back to join Vickie on the couch, their heads bent together in conversation, both girls looking up at Steve from time to time. 

Steve, meanwhile, is steadfastly staring at the floor.

I’m an idiot, Eddie thinks miserably to himself as he takes a seat on the floor next to Gareth who doesn't seem to have moved since his suggestion of Truth or Dare. 

"Hey man," Gareth says, turning his head slightly to see him better, "how'd it go?" 

Eddie says nothing, pinching the bridge of his nose with two fingers; he wants to tell Gareth about how much of a disaster the night was, how he's ruined everything way more than he could ever dreamed of and he still didn't get a kiss out of it.

"That well huh?" Gareth hums as he sits up and brings his legs in to sit cross-legged. 

The party has wound down significantly at this point, Steve has disappeared from the basement and Nancy has loudly announced she is leaving if anyone needs a ride home. Robin and Vickie trail after her with Megan not far on their heels, she sends an irritated glare their way, most likely directed at Gareth more-so than himself.

"Weird," Gareth mumbles, dragging his arm across his eyes clumsily, "I figured that would'a worked, with all the puppy-dog eyes he's been givin' you lately".

"What, uh, what?" Eddie says sharply, he must have heard him wrong or the weed has finally gotten to them, Gareth did not--

"Oh man, yeah I figured the Truth or Dare would totally give you an opening dude, you seemed on board?" 

Eddie's heart is racing now, his palms sweaty, what the fuck is he talking about?

"I mean you should've seen Harrington's face when you went in, all sunny an' shit, it's that Doe face you're always talking about--" 

"Gareth!" Eddie hisses, his face burning and shoulders tight, he stands up startling the other man as he paces the now empty sitting room.

He takes a deep breath and then another, bringing his hands up to press into his eyes roughly. 

"Okay, okay, so you're telling me," he says slowly, dropping his hands to his sides, "that you think Steve, Steve Harrington," he points a shaky finger to the ceiling, "is in to me?"

Gareth blinks, his eyebrows slowly climb into his wild curly hair, "Uh yeah dude".

He says it like it's the simplest thing in the universe. One plus one is two, the sky is blue, and Steve Harrington has feelings for one Eddie Munson. 

And suddenly, the words from earlier, the brittle broken sentence Steve uttered in their temporary prison, makes much more sense.

"I’m sorry that you got stuck with me". 

Steve thought Eddie had been stuck with him? 

Steve thought Eddie had been stuck with him?

The soft looks, small touches, and blinding grins, each tiny moment over the last few months tumble and fall together.

Oh God…

"...I am an idiot," Eddie whispers as he turns on his heel and makes his way to the stairs.

"Yeah! Get him dude!" Gareth calls after him as he flips back into the plush carpet with a laugh. 

Eddie wanders the dark main floor, tiptoeing through the living room, avoiding a sea of sleeping bags and pillowed heads of the kids as he goes, there is a faint light ahead of him coming from the staircase to the second floor. 

He makes his way up, careful to avoid the fifth stair as, 'it always creaks,' and the last thing he needed was Dustin, or Max, or, Ozzy forbid, Mike, interrupting.

Eddie maneuvers down the familiar hallway, and halts when he gets to Steve's room. The door is slightly ajar and, at last he’s found the source of the soft yellow light spilling down the hall and stairwell.

Eddie tips the door open, wincing at the piercing creek of the hinges as it slowly swings open revealing Steve sitting on the edge of his bed with his head in his hands. He doesn’t look up as Eddie steps into the room. 

“Hey Stevie,” Eddie says softly. 

He stuffs his hands into his pockets, suddenly unsure how to proceed, and awkwardly stands in the doorway, the wall to wall plaid threatens to burn his retinas but he holds firm. 

There are a few things in here Steve has clearly placed himself, the plush area rug covering up most of the chic parquet flooring running through the rest of the house. A new yellow duvet that clashes with the red plaid wallpaper, but it's Steve's choice for once. The picture of the car has been replaced by a small cork board, it's covered from top to bottom in Polaroids of Steve and the kids, candids of Robin and Eddie, posed silly pictures of Jonathan and Argyle after a smoke session, and a few of Nancy and Jonathan sitting in the Byers kitchen at Thanksgiving, almost collage like but for the pins holding them in place.

The room has transformed over the last few months, and it never ceases to make Eddie smile.

“Hey Eds,” Steve sighs after a long beat.

He looks up to meet Eddie’s gaze, that same blank expression from earlier tonight painted on his otherwise handsome face. 

Eddie swallows, his heart rate ticking up once again as soft brown eyes hold him in place, if he chickens out again he swears he'll fling himself down the stairs, creaky step be damned.

He opens his mouth only for Steve to speak, slowly, quietly.

"I'm sorry," Steve murmurs, his voice cracking around the words, "if that was weird today, for you".

Eddie manages to keep his face impassive as he nods, but his heart aches at what he hears, “Yeah, I mean, no it wasn't weird, just…”

Steve sits with his shoulders squared and his spine straight, stiff and still even in his own bedroom, but with each word that leaves Eddie’s mouth the line of his body slowly begins to curl in on itself.

“Just, different”. 

Steve nods as his arms come up to wrap around himself again, he swipes his right hand up his bare arm up to the sleeve and down again and Eddie wants nothing more than to wrap him up in his own arms. 

Steve eventually puts his hands on his knees with a muffled clap and stands up, padding across the carpet towards the door, towards Eddie. 

"Well that's not the worst thing someone's called me so I'll take it," Steve says with a smirk, his big brown eyes pan between Eddie's own as though searching for something, he nods to himself.

“Oh yeah?” Eddie ventures, leaning against the open door frame, linking his ankles together as his weight shifts to one foot. 

He can’t have this, someone as kind and funny and good as Steve saying these things, thinking that Eddie thinks them too. 

Enough is enough.

Steve snorts, tipping his face down. A lock of hair falls into his eyes and once again, Eddie's fraying resolve finally snaps.

He pushes himself off the door frame with his shoulder, stepping into Steve’s space, and reaches out with one hand to card his fingers into Steve’s hair, pushing it out of his face.  

Steve freezes at the sudden touch and proximity, "What, Ed-"

The words are lost as Eddie leans his head down and captures Steve's open lips for a kiss. 

He feels Steve stiffen slightly in his arms. 

Shit.

Eddie moves to pull away, cursing his own stupidity, but as he tries to pull away, Steve curls his arms around Eddie's neck and tilts his head, stepping closer into his arms.

And it's fireworks. It’s hearing Dio for the first time all over again, it’s finding out he was going to be staying with Wayne permanently. It’s jamming out with Gareth and Jeff and losing themselves in the music.

It's Steve.

Eddie brings his hands up to curl over Steve’s cheek and into his hair once more, he brings his fingers into tangle with the soft waves and gives them an experimental tug, startling a small moan out of Steve.

Eddie smiles into the kiss and takes the opportunity to lick into his mouth, letting his tongue slide over Steves, he tastes slightly like beer but Eddie doesn’t care because he’s finally kissing, and kissing, and kissing him. 

Eddie breaks away after what feels like an eternity, leaning away just far enough to place a small kiss on Steve’s nose and both cheeks, which have slowly turned a pretty pink, the arms wrapped around his neck tighten slightly at the contact and Steve’s eyes flutter closed. 

“I meant something like that,” Eddie whispers before leaning in again, swallowing a laugh that escapes Steve with another soft kiss to his smiling lips.

"I thought," Steve mumbles, chewing his bottom lip with harsh teeth, "I thought I messed it all up downstairs," the words are wet as Steve sniffs once and tips his head onto Eddie's shoulder.

Eddie slips his hands down from Steve's face to bring him in closer, wrapping his arms around his waist, "you didn't mess anything up, I've been wanting to do that for a long time,” he whispers in Steve’s ear, earning a hitching laugh. 

“Me too Eds,” Steve mumbles into the fabric of his shirt, he pulls back slowly and tips his head up to meet Eddie’s gaze, “I think, I’ve been wanting to do that since you woke up in the hospital”.

“Sorry I took so long sweetheart,” Eddie murmurs against his lips, a smile tugging at the corners of his own.

Steve hums and closes his eyes before running his nose back and forth against the tip of Eddie’s own, “Well,” he says softly, “I can think of a few ways you can make it up to me”.

Eddie laughs brightly and kicks the bedroom door shut with a snap.

Maybe his Uncle Wayne wasn’t always right.

[aroreiel]

Another Eddie inspired POV/short fic (not connected to the first one I posted). Initially inspired by the gif below, which then took over my mind and I ran somewhere a bit OTT with it. It's not been proof read so I'm sorry if there's any errors.

It's also my first attempt at getting a little smutty. Not sure about what warnings to put on but here it goes:

18+ (Minors DNI!) Unprotected. PinV, oral (reader giving), bit of swearing. Think I could've pushed it further but heyho, maybe another time. ☺

Eddie Munson x Reader

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To say the night wasn't intense was the understatement of a lifetime. You'd always felt a tension between you and Eddie, brewing under the surface. But tonight was different. Something had changed. You both snapped. What had initially had been harmless sparring and flirtation now turned into full on make out, which turned into leaving the gig early and going back to his place and helping him redecorate every room in his trailer. As you later discovered, you didn't even need to leave his bed to do that.

All inhibitions were lost. From the outside it looked like a very localised earthquake. From inside it was a full on possession, with positions that would've made a contortionist blush. You were devouring each other, fighting for control. Neither one of you was going to give up until the possession was complete. Every moan, every ragged breath and screaming of names echoed through the thin walls. "Oh, god. Fuck." You were both so consumed with each other that you didn't even notice the shaking and crashing and cracking around you. The signed and framed Dio poster, a glass on the bedside table...his treasured warlock guitar, hitting the floor with a tuneless clang. The lights buzzed and flickered around you to the rhythm of your movements.

You didn't care. Your senses were elsewhere, you weren't even in the room now. Another round and Eddie had taken control this time, and you were reluctantly welcoming it. You now felt every bite as he left a trail of tell-tale marks on your skin. Felt every grip of his fingers as he buried them deep into your flesh, his cold rings feeling like ice on heat as you push into them to go deeper. He obliged, pinning you down. You felt every flick of his tongue as it languished over your sensitive bud, causing you to make the most unholiest of moans. Then moving on, screaming his name as every swollen inch of him buried deep into your core over and over. Every part of you was on fire. Shaking. Barely gasping for air. "Eddie please." You were losing your mind, you needed to get back control...as soon as this current orgasm washed over you and he fills you up. "Fuck baby. Taking me so good." As he now reached his end, your legs instinctively wrapping around him tighter than a boa constrictor, making sure you didn't lose a single drop. Both of you were now breathless and ragged. Eddie whispered, teased into your ear his ownership. "Fuck, I got you now. Can't believe it took this long to get you here, sweetheart."

Sweetheart. Now it was your turn. You were gonna end this and suck the life right out of him.

Almost immediately and without a word you kicked him with your heel like you were ready to giddy him up, and with your last reserves you flipped him over and pinned him down, staring intensely into his hungry eyes. "Eddie? Shut up and keep still. I'm thirsty." You began with his luscious, warm lips as your mouths clashed together in a frenzy of tastes, both trying to regain control of the other again. Not this time. Your swollen lips then left his and began trailing down down his taut body, branding him as he did you, tasting every bead off sweat, stopping only briefly to worship each tattoo with your tongue and then continue your journey south. God, he tasted delicious. "Baby..." escaped his lips. His muscles tensed under each flick and kiss, as your hands now left his and slid their way down his skin with you. You finally reached the peak and it was glorious, already moving into position, ready and waiting for you again. God, he was impressive. "Don't you dare..." he couldn't finish his sentence as, wasting no time on his words, you began your assault. Gripping onto his waist to keep yourself steady you got to work in your last attempt to take him out. You look up, giving him one last glance at his helplessness as your mouth started sensual and slow, tongue teasing, then quickly building the pace faster with each ragged breath Eddie made, each push of his hips going deeper into your mouth, making you take all of him. You felt his hands gently stroking and entwining through your hair, gripping tighter and tighter until it almost hurt. It spurred you on. "Just like that, princess...Oh god I'm..." Faster you teased until with his breathless moans Eddie reached his release, all for you. The taste was so sweet as you lapped it up. A smile spread across your face and you looked up and caught his dark gaze. They were glazed over. You were both satisfied, you were both done. He lifted you up next to him and you both lay beside each other, arms and legs entwined, bodies sticking to each other, exhausted. Neither one of you could speak right now.

You wrapped your fingers through his now, messy, dark locks and your mind drifted. What felt like forever, you both lay there in silence, save for an low buzzing sound in the room. Finally, Eddie broke the stillness.

"Jesus christ...that was just...shit, what came over us. You were like a woman possessed."

You craned your head up to his ear and in a low, satisfied tone you whispered "Well...that's because I had the devil in me, Eddie. I weren't gonna let him win." Following your response you flicked your tongue off of his earlobe, teasing your victory.

Hearing those words dripped like honey, and a devilish grin spread across his face. "I think this devil will be persistent, baby."

"Eddie no!" you screamed out as he suddenly grabbed your entire body and, with the cheekiest laugh you'd ever heard from him, and legs flailing everywhere, he rolled you both across the rest of the now crooked bed, nibbling your neck along way. Then the floor broke your fall with a thud. Well, Eddie broke your fall as you ended up on top of him. He winced in pain through a strained, cute little chuckle. "Ow...Well, shit, that wasn't well thought out."

"Oh poor baby." You giggled mockingly, then delicately placed your lips on his, as you both now fell into each other's soft kisses. Eddie's hands cupped your face and pulled you further in as you both became more absorbed again...

Until a crash broke your lips free and your bodies scrambled up to see what had happened. The evidence presented itself directly in front of you. A broken mirror, clearly hanging by a thread, now lay splintered on the floor. Your eyes wide then carefully surveyed the other damage that lay around you both. The framed poster, the guitar, the glass, bottles, boxes all on the floor. The bed, a louder humming from the now glaring lights. Yours and Eddie's clothes.

"Fuck, I can't wait to see what the rest of the trailer looks like." Eddie with his now shit-eating grin knew it would be worse. "Worth it."

[sofiiel]

Shhhh, either get in there and snuggle up or let him read. I suggest you snuggle.

Rockstar Eddie in his studio mancave trying to relax. He hears you enter the room and though his head turns to say:

"Hey babe,"

His eyes never leave the page.

Oh, it's that book again.

[whateveronfilm]

pov: you find a box full of stuff from 1986, your senior year at hawkins high. bringing back memories of you best friend/boyfriend eddie munson

[kimmberleeex]

“I’ll Never Let You Go”

NSFW 18+, DO NOT READ IF YOU’RE A MINOR.

TW: smut content, strong language (cunt is used), use of drugs/alcohol, and sensitive topic of self harm and physical abuse, oral (f+m), sex, etc.

** For the reader: The title is based off of a song that came out in 1990 called (you guessed it) “I’ll Never Let You Go” by Steelheart. This is also heavily inspired by an amazing fic written by the talented @unsolved-duvall , go read hers here.

** ALSO, this is fem reader x rockstar Eddie, and the POV switches back and forth between the two. I’ll leave Eddie’s white and the font will be pink for the readers. 🖤 hope you guys enjoy!

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It was 1990, it had been a fucking wild 4 years since Eddie barely graduated high school. Corroded Coffin blew up on the scene, hot and fast, sometimes it still felt like a complete whirlwind. After two sold out tours, a couple records, and some awards later, Eddie felt tired. The crazy lifestyle that he always dreamt about had seemingly become mundane. It was always the same cycle, tour for months at a time, a sold out show every night, the after parties every night, fucking some random groupie — or sometimes a couple if he had the energy. He never realized it would start to feel dull at some point.

Eddie was staring off into his dressing room mirror — it wasn’t that he was full of himself, though his cocky attitude would make you feel differently about him, he was just zoning out while lost in thought. Bringing his lit cigarette up to his lips, he takes a long drag of it. The smoke hugging his lungs while that familiar burning sensation hit the back of his throat, providing that fix of nicotine with a little bit of pain that he desperately needed. A stage manager popped his head in the room, his nasally voice pulling him out of his thoughts but not enough to give the man his full attention.

“5 minutes, Eddie. Then we need you backstage.” Without turning his head towards him, Eddie nonchalantly waves the short man off. The jewelry that dangled off of his wrists jingles slightly at the quick flick of his hand. He takes another long drag of his smoke before smashing the butt into an overfilled ashtray. With a long sigh, he slowly exhales the smoke and watches it swirl around him.

Eddie leans forward over a mirror that sat on the vanity’s counter, staring into his blown out chocolate brown eyes. Almost disappointed with himself as he snorted the white powder that he had already lined up through a little straw. The entire line disappeared as he moved across the reflective surface. Immediately he felt the drugs entering his system, tilting his head back, with a finger pushed up to his nose as the drainage went down his nasal cavity and numbed his throat.

Leaning back in his chair with a cough to clear his throat, he looked under the vanity counter. He gently taps on the back of some blonde girls head. “C’mon, doll. Time’s up.” He sounded uninterested, almost bored. The blonde slowly crawled out from under the counter, Eddie at least held his hand out for her to hold onto while she climbed up to her feet. His other hand already stuffing his half-hard dick back into his tattered jeans.

The girl was just some groupie he happened to pick that was hanging around out back, hoping to get a chance with him. She was pretty enough and was easily throwing herself at him. But he was just bored of the same thing — a desperate girl that hoped she could make him fall in love, or at the very least fuck him and sell the story to the tabloids. He was barely able to stay hard while she desperately tried to suck him off for the last twenty minutes.

She looked defeated and embarrassed, Eddie almost felt pity for her, almost. He pursed his lips together tightly as she stuck around longer than she should have, a look of hesitation and the need to say something on her face. He had an expectant look on his face that said she needed to go. And as if on cue, the head of Eddie’s security, Tommy, came into the room to escort her back to the venue.

He didn’t even look at her as she left, it was just easier that way. Hard to feel bad for the girls he used if he just didn’t pay attention to them and saw them for what they were — a one time, casual fuck. Eddie picked up a whiskey glass that was halfway full of Jack Daniel’s, swirling it around — the alcohol sloshing around the glass’s rim before he shot it down his throat. The alcohol burning the back of his esophagus, making Eddie click his tongue off of the roof of his mouth and exhale hard, his breath hot as hell from the liquor. It felt almost ritualistic at this point.

He rolled his neck, his stiff bones cracking before he rotated his shoulders trying to soothe his sore muscles. After four years of performing nearly every night, you’d think Eddie wouldn’t be nervous but as he pushed himself out of the chair and jumped up and down to get his blood pumping. He was shaking out his arms trying to steel his nerves.

The stage manager comes back, knocking a little more hurriedly before poking his head back in. “Eddie! Now, c’mon!”

“I’m comin’, I’m comin’.” He mumbles under his breath, he follows after the short man as he talks into the headset that rested over his ear.

“I got him, heading backstage now.” The man sounded overly confident, smug. A little man with a little power. Eddie rolled his eyes in annoyance, always being one to defy anyone with an ounce of authority. Balling his fists up into his leather jacket pockets as he continued to follow him backstage where his other bandmates were getting geared up.

Gareth was twirling his drumsticks in between his fingers, hyping himself up. Jeff was standing with a sound tech making sure his bass was in tune as he slings the strap over his shoulder. Another sound tech approaches Eddie with his pride and joy, his Sweetheart. As always, it’s one of the rare times that Eddie’s seemingly permanent scowl softens into a warm smile. Like seeing a loved one after a long absence.

When Eddie puts the familiar, worn-out guitar strap around his neck, it’s like something in him transforms. No longer was he Eddie the Freak of his former past with a giant ball of anger in the pit of his stomach. No, when he put his baby around his neck, he becomes Eddie fucking Munson — rock god. And his ego was as big as his asshole attitude that came with it.

The excited chatter of the crowd filled the arena, Eddie could feel adrenaline pumping through his veins. The overhead lights dimmed in the venue, there was a split second of silence followed by an uproar of screams and applause. Eddie’s heart thundered in his ears in anticipation as he watched his bandmates start onstage, waving to the crowd as they increasingly lost their minds.

Eddie looked up into the rafters as he let out a slow exhale. Finding the nerve to walk out onto the stage, he had a look of steel determination on his face. Once he emerges from backstage, the crowd absolutely loses their shit, the girls going absolutely feral. Without hesitation, Eddie struts to the microphone before letting the first notes of their opening song shred up and down his fretboard. His fingers moving up and down with such ease as he gets lost in the music.

Song after song, the crowd was going wild and was just full of energy. As big of an asshole as Eddie was famed to be, his heart had such a soft spot for those moments on stage that he saw the fans respond so well to his music. In between songs, he could be caught looking down and smiling at his feet. The next song they played was the most sexual song they had to date, the girls always lost their minds — and usually their panties when they’d toss ‘em on stage.

As the panties start flying, Eddie scanned the crowd, smirking at all the girls pushing their way to the front just to get a chance to be seen and gift him their delicates. That’s when his eyes fell on you. There was something about you that captured his attention, even causing him to tilt his head with curiosity. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it. It almost, almost made him stutter in his performance. However, he was able to save it with no one else noticing. This intrigued Eddie deeply because no girl has ever made him feel like that. He just saw them as fuck toys, just a tool to get off with. Then he’d discard them just as soon as he picked them up. It was easier that way, and he decided that he would do the same with you.

After the song ended, in the silence of getting set up for the next one, Eddie walked over to Tommy who was positioned at the side stage. He points you out and tells him to get you to come backstage afterwards. This wasn’t a totally uncommon request, Eddie would usually just pick one of the groupies already waiting out back that was dying for a chance to get with him or any member of the band if they weren’t what Eddie wanted.

But there was just something that was captivating Eddie’s attention, his eyes kept wandering to you through out the last two songs that they played. As the reverb from the last notes came to a stop, the lights went dark so they could walk off stage. The venue lights turning back on so the crowd could begin their exit.

Eddie went straight to his dressing room, plopping down in his chair. His sweat soaked hair clung to his face, he leaned down and ran the straw over another line of white powder, inhaling it down and leaning his head back a moment to let it seep into his system. Then poured himself some Jack, began swirling it around while trying to appear nonchalant as he awaited for the girl who caught his eye, even though his entire body was buzzing with excitement for the first time in years.

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Every nerve ending of yours was buzzing with excitement as you got ready for the Corroded Coffin concert. Saving up for months so that you could afford a ticket while working your ass off at a shitty bar waiting tables. Where the men would try to grab your ass, or take you home at the end of every night. Always providing unwanted attention that made your skin crawl.

But this was your birthday present to yourself, you were finally going to see your favorite band. You had moved to NYC a year ago to try and kickstart your aspiring acting career. You were virtually all alone, your only ‘family’ was not supportive of your aspirations. Which gave you the mentality of: “fuck it. I’ll do it my damn self,” with a big middle finger to the universe as you chased your dreams.

Being such a stubborn person with a firecracker attitude was something that you both loved and hated that was inherited from your ‘father’, if you could call him that. You always called him a glorified sperm donor since he never did much to raise you and he drove your mother away when you were a child. He was a drinker and always took the anger that your mother had left him with, out on you.

“Never gonna amount to shit. Running away , just like your bitch of a mother. Good fucking riddance. Won’t be here when you fall flat on your stupid face.” Those were the words that your father left you with before he slammed the door in your face. They were echoing through out your thoughts as you zoned out in the mirror. You shake the parasitic thoughts out of your head as soon as they entered. Feeling determined to have a good time for your birthday, and not wanting to let your daddy issues ruin what you worked so hard for.

Watching yourself in the mirror as you smoothed your hands over your frayed jean skirt, the Corroded Coffin tee that you cropped was hanging off of your shoulders — your midriff also showing, fishnet tights on your legs and a pair of black Doc Martens on your feet. Your eye make up was dark, a hoop nose ring in, your hair teased and messy. Wearing a variety of punk bracelets to cover over up old scars. You looked like you were straight out a Hot Topic catalogue.

It wasn’t that you were necessarily trying to get Eddie’s attention, since his reputation was rather…scandalous. Tabloids always having a field day with all of his rude and crude behavior. You didn’t dress to impress him, it was delusional to think he would pay any attention to you — there would be a thousand girls there. It was just your birthday and you wanted to feel hot, which you did.

Later, after you finally got to the venue, you saw a variety of girls hanging around at the back of it hoping to get picked up by any of the band members, a habit they were most notoriously known for — they loved using and abusing their groupies.

Sighing softly to yourself as you wondered what it must be like. Clenching your thighs together when you imagined Eddie’s hands roaming over your skin. Picturing his ringed fingers creeping up your thighs…then quickly, you shake the thought out of your head.

Once the show started, you began making your way through the wall to wall crowd. Your tiny frame snaking through people, determined that you were going to get to the front. Eventually breaking through to the barricade, you held on for dear life as the crowd pushed and pulled during the crazy energy of the show.

Seeing Eddie up close in person was awe inspiring, you were unsure how he could be even that more beautiful in person. Still, you screamed along to every song. Letting the music take over and putting every ounce of your feelings into it. It was…therapeutic — just what you needed for your birthday.

Suddenly, you felt a pair of eyes on you. Surely you were imagining it, right? No, you weren’t because he was starting at you again. When the lights dimmed after the song that just drove the girls absolutely bat shit insane, you could see his silhouette walking over to the side stage. He knelt down and was talking to someone before going back to his place in center stage.

When the lights came back up, his eyes were still on you. A seemingly curious smile on his face, it made your heart absolutely palpitate. And yet, you stood there and remained so calm on the outside. He held your gaze for a long time, it felt like a staring contest and yet it didn’t hinder Eddie from playing the next song.

A tall burly man, clearly a security person, pulled you out of the hypnotizing stare of Eddie. He was bald, with a thick, close-cut beard that was neatly trimmed in place. A rough hand waving in front of your face to get your attention as he leans close enough for you to hear him speak. He smelled like cigarettes and a really musky cologne, with spearmint gum on his breath. “Eddie wants you to come backstage after the show. So wait here when it’s done, I’ll come get you.” His voice was gruff, one of the deepest you had ever heard.

It takes a minute to register what the man was saying, blinking a few times with a head shake. You stare at him like a deer in headlights, he looks annoyed as he waits for some signal of understanding. Slowly you just nod your head a couple times and the man returns to his former post. Eddie notices your reaction and smirks as he looks away, surely pleased to know he has an effect on you.

When the lights went out at the end of the last song, your heart was racing. Eddie fucking Munson handpicked you out of the crowd? Your nails were digging into your palms trying to provide just an ounce of pain to see if you were truly dreaming. Wincing slightly when you realized this was your reality. The lights came back up, taking a shaky breath to try and steel your nerves once the burly man is approaching you again.

Without even asking, he has a hand out and ready to help you over but you shake your head at him. Leaning your back against the barricade, you rest your palms on the edge of it on your sides, lifting yourself up with a nervous tremble in your arms. Sitting your butt on the metal fence, the man puts a hand on your back just in case he has to catch you as you delicately swing your legs over and hop down. Pulling at your denim skirt that rose a little after getting caught on the fence.

The man had a stoic face now that you could see him in the light, he never cracked a smile or really spoke to you as he leads you through the dimly lit hallways backstage. Trying to keep pace with his long strides, you’re practically jogging just to keep from getting lost. The crew and roadies were hustling backstage to tear down the equipment and get it packed up for the next show tomorrow. You get so busy looking around at everything that once the security guard stops abruptly at a door, you run into his back — it felt like hitting a brick wall.

Laughing nervously, your cheeks flushed as you apologize so meekly. He just rolls his eyes and opens the door for you, making a gesture for you to go inside. Once you turn to face the open door, you see Eddie sitting there. His leg is crossed over his other knee, his legs spread wide apart. A glass of what appeared to be whiskey rested with his ring-clad hand around it on top of the knee that was crossed. He didn’t say anything to you, his dark chocolate eyes just raking over your body.

This interaction only lasted a few seconds, but it felt like hours had passed. Somehow you found the courage deep within your gut and forced yourself to walk forward into the room. Feeling like a bad dream with the way your feet felt so heavy, like trying to navigate through quicksand.

The door was closed after you cleared the doorway, gulping nervously as you stood off to the side. Eddie didn’t say anything as his eyes followed you curiously. Deciding to break the awkward silence you were feeling, chirping up, your voice cracking from nervousness. “So…”

Feeling the blood rushing to your cheeks, all the way to the tips of your ears. A small smirk played on Eddie’s lips, he seemed…amused. His lips parted as he took a drink of his whiskey. His nose scrunched up when the alcohol hit his throat.

Clearing your throat as you look down at your feet, trying to avoid his intense gaze. Your hands fidget with the fraying end of your jean skirt before you continue. “You, uh, wanted to see me?”

Eddie slowly turns his head to the side to look at you, seemingly confused by your question. “Do you really not know why you’re here, sweetheart?” Pushing himself out of the chair and setting his glass on his vanity as he stands. In a couple of strides, he closes the distance between you. Subconsciously you lean against the wall that you’re standing next to as he approaches you.

When he’s right in front of you, he pushes a strand of hair that that was falling in front of your face behind your ear. He was almost…gentle. Nothing like any of the tabloids described him by the people that sold their stories. His blown out eyes softened as he inspected your face. When you don’t answer him, he knits his eyebrows together, pursing a tight lip. “Exactly, how old are you, doll?” Another pet name, it made you rub your thighs together without thinking about it.

Your breath had hitched in your throat at his closeness, he smelled like cigarettes, whiskey, and a mesmerizing cologne. He was so much prettier this close — and so much taller, he practically towered you. The way a splatter of freckles ran across his nose and cheeks. The dimple of his smile. The stubble on his face that ran along his deliciously sharp jawline. Surely he saw how fucking pink you were turning being so close to him, it was embarrassing to you, but it was pretty endearing to Eddie.

Finding the courage to speak, but speaking softly while trying to remain calm. He made you so nervous. “T-twenty-two, shit. I mean, I just turned twenty-three today.” A crooked grin spread across Eddie’s face, his dimple becoming even more defined. His smile was beautiful, he rarely smiled in photos or interviews. Everyone always saying he was the biggest dickhead to work and interact with, but here he was being almost sweet to you. He was making it hard not to just fall in love with him.

“It’s your birthday today, sweetheart?” He brushes his hand through your hair , his nails lightly scraping against your scalp. Not really trusting yourself to speak, you nod your head. He walks back to his vanity, pouring more Jack Daniel’s into his glass. “Suppose we should properly celebrate. Fuck you senseless for your birthday, baby. That sound good?” Your eyes widen in surprise at his words, even after reading the tabloids you were still in shock that he wanted you.

A small chuckle escapes his lips as he notices your reaction. “C’mon, sweet girl. You have to know why I asked you to come.” He walks back towards you, taking a swig of his whiskey. The gleam in his eye was devilish as his hand grips your cheeks, parting your lips for him. Your innocent eyes looked up at him under your lashes. An increasingly wicked look flashes across his darkened eyes. Leaning his face down towards yours, his lips ghosting over yours as he lets the whiskey that filled his cheeks trickle into your mouth.

There was something so erotic about it, you hated whiskey but still you swallowed it, with a scrunch of your nose. It made him chuckle softly as he leaned in, gently meshing his lips with yours. They were soft, his tongue parts his lips and traces the seam of yours before slipping into your mouth. He tasted like whiskey and cigarettes. A small mewl escapes your throat, which causes Eddie to groan into your mouth as his tongue continued to explore every inch. His hand resting on the side of your neck, his thumb gently caressing the column of your throat — feeling your racing heart in your pulse point.

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Eddie hasn’t been this excited by any of the girls he’s picked, it was not normal — but he couldn’t stop himself. The noises you made were driving him crazy. He began kissing down your neck, hitting a sweet spot on your pulse point. Feeling your heart race a little faster and the prettiest fucking moan he had ever heard when his tongue ran over it.

Murmuring over your skin, his hips pressed into yours as his hands rested at the exposed skin of your midriff, his thumbs rubbing just above the hem of your skirt. “Goddamnit, baby. I’ve barely touched you and you’re making such pretty fucking noises.”

A light knocking on the door interrupts them, causing a low growl from the back of Eddie’s throat. “Ed, car’s ready.” The muffled sound of Tommy’s voice on the other side of the door, he knew not to enter when he requested a girl to his back room. He had learned the hard way back on their first tour. Eddie chuckled softly at the memory , his dark brown eyes boring into your deep blue ones.

Reluctantly he pulls away from you, causing a soft whimper from you. Eddie’s muscles tighten at the sound, fighting the urge not to just ravage you there. Normally, he’d be done with you by now. Most girls flung themselves at him, it intrigued him that you didn’t. It helped that you were probably the most beautiful creature that he’d ever laid his eyes on, but it made him want to really take his time with you.

He walks over to the chair that his leather jacket was resting on the back of, shoving his arms into it as he gathers the Jack and his smokes, shoving those into his pocket. He heads to the door and looks at you expectantly, a little surprised you weren’t already following him. “You coming, doll?”

He watched your nervous fidgeting, watched how your thighs rubbed together. It made him smile knowing the effect he was having on you, already imagining how you tasted. He walks back over, snaking his arm around your waist — smirking when you inhale sharply. “I’m inviting you back to my hotel, sweetheart. Now, you can say no. But I’m just trying to help celebrate your birthday with you. Would you like that?”

When you don’t answer right away, Eddie’s tone changes from playful to annoyed and serious. “C’mon, babydoll. Use your pretty mouth and gimme words. I can’t just assume. Do you want to come or not?” His stern look made you swallow hard, he liked that.

Seeing you nod your head, he gives a look that causes you to squeak out. “Y-yes. I would like to go back to your hotel with you.”

It was so easy to make you blush, it made Eddie’s chest feel warm. Something else he’s never experienced, but he couldn’t fight this urge that he had to be near you. When he opened the door and lead you out with his hand on the small of your back, Tommy gives him a weird look. Because he knew this is normally where he parted ways with the girls. Eddie just held his hand up in a non-verbal way of telling him to drop it.

Tommy just huffs under his breath, turning on his heels as he mumbles into the earpiece that he had in. “Got him, he’s bringing company.” It made Eddie’s eyes roll. It couldn’t be that surprising that he would do this. He could already hear the lecture he was gonna get from Tommy in a few hours after the girl leaves.

He watches your face carefully, unable to determine if you’re regretting your decision yet. As soon as that thought crosses his mind, he knits his eyebrows together, asking himself why the hell he cares. But there was this gnawing feeling there and it was starting to freak him out.

Once he helps you climb into the back of the private town car, he climbs in beside of you — looking over to your face. Noticing that you let out a shaky breath, he grabs a hand that was sitting in your lap. It captures your attention, your innocent eyes looking up at Eddie. Softly he asks, “Are you okay with this? Honestly. If you say no, I wouldn’t be mad. Surprised, but not mad.”

Watching you nod your head, he goes to remind you about using your words, but you put a hand up in protest. “I am fine, yes. I wouldn’t have agreed if I wasn’t. I’m just…nervous. You make me nervous.”

This causes Eddie to tilt his head to the side, a small smirk pulling up the corner of his mouth. He found it adorable how fast you were talking and the fact that he made you nervous was endearing. His thumb rubbed the back of your hand, a feeble attempt at reassuring you. This was something he wasn’t used to, completely outside of his normal comfort zone.

“It’s okay to be nervous, doll. But I promise, I’m only going to make you feel good. Celebrate your birthday, make it one to remember. Alright? Just relax, I got you, baby.” His free hand moved up to your cheek, bringing your face to his as he placed a soft kiss at first. He began slowly deepening the kiss as if to not rush you.

The soft moans that emitted from your throat were ready to drive Eddie absolutely fucking mad. His hardening cock straining against his already tight jeans. A groan that was low and deep came from his throat as he continued to explore your mouth, his hand was sliding up your thigh. Resting on the inside of your soft, supple skin, his fingers were gripping so tight it would surely leave bruises in the morning.

Just when Eddie was ready to tear your clothes off, the town car comes to a stop in front of the hotel. Immediately, he pulls away from you as if nothing happened. A soft chuckle escapes his lips when he sees how worked up you are, a wild look in your eye as you try to catch your breath.

The driver opens the door for Eddie, he steps out and holding his hand out for you to use as you climbed out of the backseat. Tommy was at his side immediately and escorted the two of you through the hotel lobby, made sure the elevator was clear. Tommy leans in to Eddie whispering softly, “Same time as usual, boss?”

Eddie just does a singular firm nod of his head before stepping into the elevator behind you. Once the doors close, he pushes you against the elevator wall. His hand sliding up in between your thighs as his mouth was nibbling and sucking on every sweet spot on your neck. Taking mental notes on which spots made the prettiest noises.

Once the elevator dings, Eddie grips you by the ass as he picks you up into his arms. Your legs wrapping around his waist, he carried you down a long hallway, decorated nicer than anything the both of you had ever had growing up. But Eddie was too busy kissing you as he shoved you into his rooms door, fumbling with it to get the damn thing open.

That’s when you giggled, it made Eddie’s chest radiate with such warmth. It was like music to his ears, he cursed under his breath with a smile as he finally got the door open. Immediately, he takes you to his bed and sets you on the edge. Looking down at you, his tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek.

Eddie inspects you, your blue eyes with flecks of emerald green speckled through out the irises. The hint of freckles over the bridge of your nose. A plump bottom lip that was kiss-bitten, but you were chewing on it nervously. He reaches over and pushes back a stray curl that fell in front of your face, gingerly tucking it behind your ear.

“What are you thinking about, sweetheart?” He asks softly.

Your eyes move up to meet his, blinking away whatever you were thinking about. “Just, uh, you’re nothing like I expected you to be.” A nervous chuckle unwillingly escapes your lips.

Eddie’s posture straightens, his own laughter emitting from deep within his chest. He walks over to the bar set up in the corner of the lavish hotel room, pouring himself a glass of whiskey. “Did you want me to be what the tabloids say I am? Hmm? Is that what you want for your birthday?” He takes a sip of the Jack, his chocolate eyes — that were just a hue darker than the whiskey, were peering over the rim of the glass at you.

He watches as you shift on the bed, your thighs clenching together before standing up and nervously walking over to you. “I just want you, honestly.” Noticing the sincerity in your voice, he searches your gorgeous eyes for any sign of deception.

“You just want me?” His voice is soft, but there’s an incredulous tone to it. Shifting his gaze away for a moment before returning back to you, he holds the glass of Jack up to your lips. “Drink.” He commands as he tilts the cup upwards, letting it spill into your mouth. It’s cold from the ice, but the alcohol burns your throat. He lets you finish the rest of the glass, a grin turning up the corners of his lips. “Good girl,” he praises.

A little whimper escapes your lips at his praise, it makes Eddie’s eyebrow quirk up into his curls. “God, you make such pretty noises.” His fingers delicately brush up the inside of your thigh, inching closer to your already aching core. “I haven’t even really touched you, yet.”

A wicked smile pulls at his mouth as he watches the soft gasp come out of you as he gets closer. Feeling the heat radiating from your core already, he presses firmly against the already dampened panties. A low groan comes from his throat as he rubs a firm circle around your clothed swollen bud. He watches you moan softly, noticing how your knees are already shaking. So, he snakes his arm around your waist to keep you upright as he continues to tease you through your panties.

“Already so wet for me, hm? So eager, doll face?” He peppers kisses along your neck, remembering the sweet spots that make you a whimpering mess especially combined with his relentless over the underwear teasing.

Nibbling on one of the sweet spots on your neck and sucking the sensitive skin into his mouth, it causes your knees to buckle and fall into him. Eddie just chuckles darkly against your neck, picking you up and setting you on the edge of the bed. “So responsive.” He murmurs as he begins to undress you. His hands sliding over your skin as he pulls your crop top off of you, revealing a black lacy push up bra. His eyebrows quirk up at the delicious sight of you, a grin pulling at the corners of his mouth. Delicately he unbuttons your jean skirt, tugging down on it. “Need you to lift your hips for me, sweetheart.”

Falling back onto the plush bed and lifting your hips so that Eddie can pull your skirt down, his fingers grazing over your skin as he does so. His hands quickly untie your shoes then pull them off. Bringing your ankle up to his lips as he kisses softly, hearing the small gasp from you made his cock twitch. His calloused, strong hands rubbed up your calves through the fishnet stockings as he slowly spread your legs apart. The thin black lacy panties already damp with the slick of your arousal, with help of the added teasing from his fingers.

His eyes scanned over your body, admiring your beautiful form. “So pretty…” he murmured quietly, hoping you didn’t hear him. Your eyes met with his, making his heart clench. Stuffing that feeling down, he hooks his fingers into your tights and panties, pulling them down slowly. As your smooth, slick pussy is revealed to him, it causes a low growl to form in the back of his throat.

“Fucking hell…” he mumbles as he places wet kisses on the inside of your thighs. “Gotta taste that pretty pussy, baby.” He nibbles the sensitive skin, causing you to jump away from him and moan softly. Hooking his arms under your thighs, he drags you to the edge of the bed. “Don’t run away from me. Gonna make you feel so good, pretty.” He continues to nibble on the inside of your thighs and immediately soothes the sensitive flesh with kisses, running his tongue over your bitten skin.

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Eddie’s mouth was all over every inch of your inner thigh and it was driving you absolutely wild. He’d find a sweet spot that caused you to moan a particular way and he would spend extra time on it. His strong arms hooked around your thighs and resting on your hips, keeping you in place for him. Slowly he inched up to your aching pussy, already dripping with your essence and you could feel yourself clenching at nothing. Feeling desperate to be filled with anything he had to offer at this point.

Unable to meet his gaze, you closed your eyes when he was almost to your wet cunt. That’s when Eddie’s rough voice broke through your concentration. “Eyes on me, sweetheart.” The pet names were causing a flutter in your tummy that you didn’t like. It was going to make it that much harder when you inevitably had to leave. When you don’t listen right away, Eddie huffs in annoyance as he climbs up your body until he has a hand resting next to your head — keeping his body hovering above you.

“What the hell is going on in that pretty little head of yours?” He asked curiously, but there was a hint of aggravation. It made you shrink at the thought that you were annoying him with being so fucking nervous. He was probably used to being done by now with girls, and here you were — can’t even get out of your head for a second long enough to fuck the hottest guy on the planet right now.

Chewing your bottom lip as forces you to meet his gaze with his other hand on your face. “Can I ask you something?” You nervously ask.

Eddie sits on the edge of the bed, he was still clothed while you were only wearing a bra and the jewelry on your wrists. It made you feel extremely vulnerable. So when you sat up with him, you hugged your arms around yourself — trying to hide yourself as much as possible.

He had his head tilted to the side, waiting for this question. “Please don’t hate me when I ask you this, but what made you pick me?” Your voice was soft, insecure sounding as you shuddered internally at how fucking cringy you felt for asking that.

Eddie’s eyes softened, his fingers delicately brushing your hair off of your shoulder before he leaned in to kiss it gently. “Because you seemed different. And then I met you, and realized that was definitely true.” He chuckled, making a lump form in your throat. “Different is good, baby. Promise.” He places a couple more kisses along your collarbone and your arms begin to loosen around yourself. He murmurs along your skin. “Tell me your name.” It wasn’t a question, it was more of a gentle command.

“I-It’s Y/N.” You practically whisper to him.

“Y/N,” he echoes softly. “That’s a pretty name.”

Turning your head to look at him, seeing him be so soft and gentle with you. Where was the asshole that everyone claimed him to be? Is this what he did with other girls? Or were you truly different?

Eddie’s eyes had dropped to your arms that were now in your lap. Gingerly, he picks one up and adjusts the bracelets off of your wrists. Quickly, you try to yank your arm back from him but his grip is stronger than yours. His fingers trace over the scars etched into your skin. Old burn marks from your ‘father’ when he was on a rage-filled bender — putting his cigarettes out on you when you cried for your mom, and a few self inflicted ones. Wincing at the memories, Eddie brings your wrist up to his face, kissing the scars so sweetly it made your stomach flip.

His eyes were sad, which you hated. This is why you kept them covered up, it was the exact look that Eddie had on his face right now. It made you want to run. When he finally spoke, it was barely above a whisper. “You’re beautiful, you know that?” His eyes meet yours, a gentle understanding in them that you didn’t expect to see.

He stood up and in one fell swoop, pulled his shirt off of his body. His torso was toned, littered with tattoos and some chest hair. Then he knelt down at your feet again, he held his hair out of the way as he showed you old cigarette burn scars. Something apparently the two of you had in common.

The tabloids assumed Eddie had a tragic backstory, as most musicians in the metal industry do, but whenever he was asked he would never give an answer — or he’d bullshit around it to change the subject.

“Seems we might not be that different.” He said softly.

Leaning down, offering him the same gentle kindness, you place a soft kiss over the scars. That’s when Eddie gently pushes you away, trying to distance himself again.

Hooking his arms around your thighs again, instead of taking his time with kisses, he just dives in to your wet heat. This was his way of changing the subject. A groan leaves his throat as he tastes your sweet nectar, his tongue diving in and curling up between your wet folds.

The sensation is almost shell shocking as you just lean back onto your elbows and try to adjust to them. He spreads your thighs further apart, shaking his head back and forth a little, his nose rubbing across your swollen clit as he does so. The moans that were leaving your mouth, you had no idea you were capable of making.

Eddie stares up at you with half-lidded eyes, his tongue drags up your wet slit before his lips engulf your swollen bud into his mouth. He sucks on it as his tongue deliberately swirls around it. Making pleased noises as he felt your hips try to buck up against him. Feeling his middle finger rub up and down your slit, gathering the juices on the pad of it before he slowly slides it into you. Inching it to allow your tightness to get used to his thick digit. He groaned against your cunt as he surely was imagining it wrapped around his cock.

Pulling back just slight enough to speak, his voice rough with desire. His finger slowly sliding in and out of you, but you whimper at the loss of his mouth. “Fuck, sweetheart.” Your pussy clenching around his finger at the pet name, he groans louder. “So fucking tight.” His finger curls up against the spot that not even you can reach, causing you to practically see stars. The moan that you let out impressed even you, but you couldn’t even help it if you tried. “Make the prettiest fucking noises f’me, fuck.” His thumb was rubbing circles around your clit as he kissed the inside of your thigh. The cool metal of his rings brush up against your heated core, reminding and confirming that he keeps them on.

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Eddie slid a second finger into your wet heat, allowing you to adjust to the added girth — preparing you for when you take him fully. Groaning against your thigh as he kissed and nibbled it, his middle and ring finger were curling and uncurling inside of you. Putting pressure on your sensitive g-spot as he slowly slid his slick covered fingers in and out. His thumb was still rolling around your swollen bundle of nerves.

He was admiring how pretty your pussy was as it clenched and sucked his fingers in. “Such a good girl. Making ya feel good, baby?” Eddie cooed as he watched your face, trying so hard to concentrate on forming a response, but your body writhed in pleasure and pretty moans came out instead.

He grinned against the supple, bruise bitten skin of your inner thighs as his fingers kept working their magic. Most girls didn’t get this fucked out until his dick was stretching them open. Eddie imagined how fucking hot it was going to be to see you react to his cock inside of you. The way your body was responding to him, he could feel you getting close.

Murmuring against your skin, encouraging you and coaching you through it — he could tell no one’s made you feel like this and it pleased him to know that he was your first. “C’mon, baby. Let go for me. Let me see that pretty pussy cum on my fingers.” Groaning against your skin with each and every pretty little whimper and moan that you made. He was fighting every one of his nerve endings not to sink his aching cock into you.

That’s when he feels your body letting go, your back arches as your hand finds his resting on your thigh, squeezing it hard as your orgasm rocks through you. The moans that were leaving your lips were unlike anything he’d ever heard before, he could feel his cock drooling with pre-cum in his tight pants. His fingers continue coaxing you through your high, your pussy clenching and unclenching as your essence was bubbling out and soaking his hand.

It was truly beautiful to watch and he was mesmerized, murmuring softly. “That’s my good girl.” Slowly he pulled his fingers out, causing you to whimper at the loss. A crooked grin flashes across Eddie’s face before his tongue lazily laps over your soaked folds. It causes you to jump with how sensitive you are now, but he just holds you in place as he cleans up all your sweet nectar like a man that was starved.

Once he was done, he stood up, towering over you as you laid there on the bed. Your blue eyes glazed over with a dumb grin on your face, Eddie grinned down at you. “Told you I was gonna make you feel real good, sweetheart.” His fingers ghosted over your skin before he was pulling you to your feet. Your legs were a little shaky, so he held you close. “How are you feeling?”

Eddie’s hands were roaming over your back, unhooking your bra and sliding it off of your shoulders. Revealing your perfectly sized, full and round breasts. He marveled as one of his hands roamed over the supple skin, pinching your pink nipple between his forefinger and thumb, rolling it gently. Your head falls into Eddie’s neck, overwhelmed by the pleasure still coursing through your body.

When you don’t answer his question, Eddie pinches your teat a little harder. You inhale sharply as a painful mewl escapes your lips. “Gotta use your words, doll. Quit testing my patience.”

“F-feel really good, Eddie.” You whimper out.

He caresses your cheek, his thumb brushing against your cheekbone. “See? That wasn’t so hard. Good girl.” He kisses your forehead softly, he pulls back to look at you. This behavior was unlike him, and it was as if he couldn’t help himself. What the hell was happening?

Deciding he’s getting too close to you, he guides you back to the bed. “Get on your knees, face down, doll.” His voice was rough, a lot less affectionate than it was just a moment ago.

As he watches you do as your told, he finally releases his aching cock from its denim prison. Groaning in satisfaction at the relief from it springing forward and at the sight of your perfectly rounded ass. His jeans pool at his feet and he kicks them off to the side, he walks over to you. Immediately his hands are roaming over your plump curves, cursing under his breath as he admires you. “So fuckin’ perfect, sweet girl.”

Eddie’s cock bobs up and back down as it twitches from his arousal, the tip of it shining with his pre-cum. He can’t remember the last time he was so excited to sink his cock into a girl. Sure, he wanted to get his rocks off. But here lately, it took everything in him just to stay hard most of the time because he was bored. For the first time in a long time, he was worried he would have to focus too hard on not cumming until you do.

A wicked grin forms on his face as he remembers something. “Almost forgot, birthday girl.” His hand slaps against the meat of your ass, but you don’t yelp — you moan for him. He groans as he squeezes your ass. A perfect pink handprint already etched into your tender skin. “Mm, birthday girl likes being spanked?” His hand clashes against your opposite cheek, another moan as you fist the bed sheets. Your aching core throbbing for him from the pain, he growls softly.

Aligning himself at your soaked entrance, he hears the little gasp that you try to muffle into the mattress when you feel his thickness. A grin forms on his face as he rubs your tender ass cheek. “Issokay babygirl, I’ll be real gentle at first. Just tell me if it hurts. Okay?” When you nod your head, he slowly begins sinking into your slick heat. Rocking his hips back and forth to slowly work his length in. Eddie lets out a low moan as he feels your pussy practically sucking him in and gripping him tight.

“F-fuck,” he groans. “So fucking tight. Taking my cock like such a good girl.” His hand smacks your tender cheek harder than before and he feels you tighten around him, Eddie grips your hips tightly. “S-shitshitshit, don’t do that baby girl. Want you to cum first.”

Eddie begins to piston his hips against your plump ass cheeks, the skin snapping as he collides with you. Going slowly at first so that he doesn’t lose his control, but then when you start making those pretty fucking noises — he almost loses it. He pulls out before slowly sliding back in, bottoming out each time he does so. The room is a symphony of both of your moans, Eddie’s grunts, and your whimpers.

His hand hooks around your waist, his fingers rubbing firm circles around your swollen clit, causing you to throb around Eddie’s aching cock. He moans softly as he continues to pump into you. “Mmf, that’s it sweetheart. Want you to cum on my cock. Let go, I got you…”

Feeling you get closer, he begins to thrust into you harder and faster. Chasing both of your highs as he continues to circle your clit with the pad of his calloused finger. His other hand is grips your hip tightly as he pulls you back to meet his thrusts. Eddie can see your face turned to the side, your eyes closed in pleasure, mouth hanging open as you whimper and moan for him. Knuckles white as you grip the sheets tightly.

Your body begins to quake, causing him to thrust faster. He can feel your pussy throbbing as your release squirts out all around his cock, soaking his pelvis and the hotel sheets below you. Eddie groans loudly as he can’t hold back anymore. With a final hard thrust, his cock pulses, his thick cum shoots out, covering your walls and filling you up. Eddie slowly thrusts into you, milking his cock as you both chase the highs and let it subside.

Your bodies are sweat slick and covered in both of your juices, Eddie tries to catch his breath as he slowly pulls his softening cock out of you. His eyes widen in surprise when he realizes that he forgot to put a condom on in all of his excitement.

“Shit…” he mutters under his breath. His grip on your hips tighten as he realizes his mistake. “Stay put.” He mutters before he retreats to the bathroom, grabbing a warm, wet wash cloth. He tries his best to clean you up, cursing himself internally for being so careless.

Finally, you slump over onto the bed, exhausted and fucked out. Your eyes even more glazed over than before, a dumb grin still on your face. Eddie crawls over next to you, pulling you into his arms. His anger with himself for being so stupid melting away when he sees the smile on your face.

He sighs heavily, brushing your hair out of your face with his fingers. His voice is soft as he talks to you. “Sorry.”

You raise your head, your eyebrows knit it confusion. “For what?”

Eddie rubs the back of his neck. “I fucking forgot to put on a condom. And you’re so goddamned tight…I didn’t have time to pull out.” He muttered, his freckled cheeks turning pink.

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You hear the words, but they don’t register right away. Call it…shock. Your eyes widen and you blink it away. “What?”

Eddie’s palm drags down his face, he doesn’t say anything so that he can let the information sink in. “Eddie, seriously? You forgot to put a condom on?”

He uncovers his face, his eyes dark — worry lines already forming under them. “Don’t you think I know how stupid it was?”

His harsh tone stings, a lump forming in your throat. Sitting up, you stare at him bewildered that he’s taking this out on you. “Don’t take it out on me. It’s not like I’m the one that had any control over the matter.” Your eyes were welling up with tears, unable to control your feelings when you were upset was something you always hated yourself for.

Immediately, Eddie’s face softens and he sits up. Cradling your head between his palms as he kisses your forehead gingerly. “I know, I’m sorry.”

Confusion sets in as he apologizes and becomes so gentle with you. “I-If you’re worried that I would run and sell my story to the tabloids, o-or try to exploit you for money for a baby that may or may not come about...you’re wrong. I would never…” your voice trails off, tears streaming down your face.

Eddie pulls you down into a warm embrace, letting you cry on his chest. His fingers raking through your long hair as he tries to comfort you. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to imply that. But please also see it from my point of view, Y/N.”

Yuck. He stopped using the pet names that you loved, and suddenly his lips saying your name left a sour taste in your mouth.

Internally, you were trying to prepare for the world of hurt that was about to be bestowed on you once you inevitably had to leave. Imagining that his lawyer would contact you down the line, or maybe even he’d have you sent home with a morning after pill so that he doesn’t have to deal with the future consequences. Silently cursing yourself for letting yourself fall for him, maybe he was the asshole like everyone said. How many girls went through exactly what you were feeling right now?

His arms squeezed tighter around you, his lips pressed into your hair. “Hey,” he says softly. “Stop overthinking. We will deal with whatever happens, together. Promise.”

Your heart flutters, his words seem genuine but you’re not entirely convinced. “Eddie…” you start. But then you’re rudely interrupted by a loud knocking on the suite door. Eddie groans softly, finding a pair of boxers and slipping them on before he goes to answer it.

Laying there in his bed and trying not to listen to what’s being said, scared of what he could be saying. You hear what sounds like Tommy’s muffled voice, him and Eddie getting into a pretty heated whispering match. And then all the sudden there’s a crash of commotion.

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When Eddie opened the door, Tommy was expecting you to be with him so that he could send you home in a taxi. A grave look on Eddie’s face concerns him. “Not done yet, boss? I can come back in an hour…”

“She’s staying the night.” Eddie calmly says.

Tommy’s eyebrow quirks up. “The night? Eddie, are you insane? What are you even thinking?”

Eddie sets his jaw, his eyebrows furrowed. “Listen, I don’t pay you to fucking lecture me.”

“You’re right, you don’t. But the girl is fucking bad news.” Eddie’s jaw clenches, but Tommy continues anyways. “She could stalk you, get too attached, try to exploit you by poking a hole in a fucking condom. Use your damn head, Eddie.”

That’s when Eddie’s fist collides with Tommy’s jaw. He knocks him down, he looks up at Eddie confused. “What the hell has gotten into you man?” No longer whispering, he’s angry. “It’s just a fucking chick! No different than the last thousand you do this to.”

Eddie stood over Tommy, he was a life long friend of his. But in this moment, it didn’t matter — he was seeing red. His jaw was clenched so tight that his teeth ground together, his finger was shoved into his face. “Say another goddamn thing about her, and you’re fired. She is nothing like any of them. So, get used to fucking seeing her. Now get your ass up, and leave me the hell alone until tomorrow morning.”

With that, Eddie leaves him on the floor, slamming the door shut as he stalks off back to the bedroom. His anger melting the second his eyes land back on you, you’re covered by the bed sheets — wide eyed and likely frightened by the commotion. The corners of his mouth turn up into a smile to disarm you.

“What happened?” A look of concern flashes on your face as you noticed his already bruised knuckles.

“Oh this? Nothing. Had to put Tommy in his place.” He waves it off and crawls back into bed, wrapping you into his arms. There’s a slight nervous stutter in his voice as he practically whispers to you. “S-so, I’m not good at this. At all. This isn’t normal for me. Can’t honestly say I’ve ever had an actual relationship, per se. And before you start , no this isn’t because I fucked up and didn’t use a rubber.”

His fingers are raking through your hair as he delicately talks to you, letting out a shaky sigh as he looks up at the ceiling. “From the moment my eyes landed on you, every one of my nerve endings has been…electric. I knew there was something different about you. Something I’ve never had before. And I’ve gotta say, doll, I’ve never felt this way. I’m not saying we have to jump into something and label it…but I would love to get to know you better. Take you on some dates. And if you’d do me the honor, I’d love to make you mine.”

Eddie could feel that his cheeks were on fire, if his hair wasn’t covering his ears, he was sure the tips of them would likely be a deep red. That’s when he felt your soft hand rest on his cheek and pull it back towards you. He saw the emotion welling in your waterline, his thumb brushed back and forth along your chin as he stared into those beautiful ocean pooled irises.

“I would like nothing more, Eddie.” Your smile was soft, warm — it made his heart melt.

There was a brief moment of silence before Eddie continued. “My mom always played music for me as a child, and the songs always had these beautiful depictions of love. She tried her best to describe it to me, but I was just a kid, ya know? But I think it’s all starting to make sense…” he whispered to you as his thumb brushed along your kiss-bitten lip.

With that, Eddie pulled your chin up to meet his lips with a soft kiss. Neither of you were perfect, you weren’t trying to be. But Eddie knew right then and there that he would do anything in his power to spend the rest of his life by your side. For the first time in his life, he felt confident that someone else would do the same.

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“You're a dream come true

Now I'm holding you

And I'll never, never let you go

I will never let you go!”