#enemies to lovers trope <3

[xinyuehui]

Qin Che ⸺ Sylus Reveal ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

[cissyenthusiast010155]

52,54,32, and 37 on the prompt list with melissa schemmenti pls😩🙏🏼

Mommy Knows Best ~Dark!Mommy!Melissa Schemmenti xFem CollegeStudent!Reader

Summary— Reader has been best friends with Melissa’s daughter, Abigail Schemmenti, and she has always butted head with Melissa… One fateful holiday break changes it all. Anon Response— Hi hi anon!! Thank you for the request! Absolutely. This went a little dark, but also a good amount of smut. Hope you Enjoy! ♥️

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

#52. “Fuck… Mommy! … Oh my, I’m so sorry, it just… slipped out…?”

#54. “You can call me Mommy/Daddy if you want too…”

#32. Enemies to lovers troupe

#37. Best Friend’s Mom Troupe

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, heavy smut, dark fic, fingering, strap-on riding, age gap (all legal), enemies to lovers, best friends mom, degradation, praise, smutty smut, mommy kink, degradation kink, praise kink, overstimulation, overstimulation kink, teasing, taunting, implied future smut, etc.

Enjoy (;

“Hey An’ you gonna keep that door open, right Abigail??” Your best friend’s mother shouted from the kitchen.

You rolled your eyes lightly at Melissa’s, as she insisted you call her, comment, as Abi, your bff, yelled back at her mother.

“Ughhhh Mooooooom, I’m not in high school anymore!!” Abigail yelled from her bedroom on the ground floor, “And I’m not even gay!!!”

“Doesn’t matta’!!! I am your mother, Abigail Ruth Schemmenti, and you will leave that door open!!” Melissa’s thick accent boomed through the house.

Now it was Abigail’s turn to roll her eyes, as you looked at her in apology for what she had to deal with.

“Fineeeee!!” Your best friend shrieked back, leaving the door to her bedroom ajar, before turning her attention back to you.

“It’s not like I would do anything anyway…” you grumbled in annoyance, from the edge of Abi’s childhood bed, “I don’t like you like that…”

Abigail came to sit on the edge next to, leaving against the headboard as she rolled her eyes once more.

“I know, my mom, she’s just… ughhhhh!!” Abigail groaned, squeezing her fists together dramatically in the air.

“Yea…” you chuckled, “At least you don’t have to see her much anymore… well except holidays and breaks…” you comforted her.

Abigail sighed.

“That’s true… Anyways, to you…” she said, quickly changing the topic to something more upbeat and less tension filled,

“You still banging that hot redhead…?” Abigail said in a low tone, while wiggling her eyebrows.

You looked away in awkwardness, clearly not wanting to discuss that subject. You and Abi had been friends since middle school, so she knew your cues. And Abigail immediately understood that she had touched upon a sore subject.

“No, it’s fine… It just… didn’t work out…” you muttered.

“Hey, it’s okay…” Abi comforted you, coming forward to grab your left hand on the bed, but you pulled away, so she retracted, leaning back against the headboard.

You finally looked over to your bff after a moment in sadness and embarrassment.

“Sorry…”

“Don’t be. You’re my best friend. When you’re ready to talk about it, I know you will…” She reassured you.

You gulped and then nodded. Abigail then met your gaze with a mischievous smirk, before proceeding to throw a pillow at you. The fluffy square hit you right in the face, making you yelp and look at your bff in mock shock.

“Hey!!” You exclaimed, then throwing it back, but missing terribly.

Abigail was laughing, and soon you were as well. Her laugh was always so infectious. Your best friend always knew how to make you feel better. After you had both caught your breath, you spoke,

“So, how’s college for you?” You asked.

While you she chosen to stay in Phili for college, Abigail had gone to Chicago. It was the ultimate betrayal against her mother, and you knew that Abigail needed an out. You always looked forward to holidays and breaks, because that meant that you would get to see your best friend again.

“Don’t tell my mom… but it’s so freakin’ nice…” Abigail sighed with a little giggle, leaning in close so that only you would catch her confession, “And… I met a guy…”

Your eyes widened and you smiled wide. Your eyes lit up, you were truly excited for your best friend. You smacked your best friend’s foot playfully.

“Alright!! Let’s go, Abi!!!” You exclaimed in a low whisper.

Abigail went a little red and giggled even more. She was about to delve into more detail about this new mystery man, before Melissa came into the doorway of Abigail’s room.

“Abigail, Momma needs some mozz and a couple other things for her lasagna tonight… Run to the Italian bistro that Uncle Joe runs and pick some up fresh for me?” Melissa spoke leaning against the doorframe, asking it like a question, when it really was an order.

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. Abigail couldn’t say no to her mother, especially in person. Abigail immediately agreed, and Melissa was quick to flash a fake smile and hand her daughter a list of a dozen things that would take Abi at least and an hour and a half to acquire.

“I’ll go with…” you mumbled, as Abigail got ready to leave.

Standing up and grabbing your coat from the nearby chair, you went to walk past Melissa and follow Abigail, but Melissa grabbed your arm, halting you in place.

“Stay.” She purred, flashing another one of those sickening smiles.

Your stomache flipped upside down, and your eyes widened. Abigail was at the other end of the hall, towards the living room, grabbing her keys and turning back towards you.

“You coming?” Your best friend asked.

You gulped, looking from your bff to Melissa, then back to Abigail.

“I… Actually I think I’ll stay… Help M-Melissa with all the cooking…” you stammered.

Abigail looked at your quizzically, but Melissa was swift to turn on her heels, now facing her daughter.

“No worries right, you can handle it alone, can’t you Abigail…?” Melissa cooed, batting her eyelashes at her impressionable daughter.

Abigail stammered a yes before promptly leaving out the front door. You gulped and just stood there, a little awkward. Melissa after a second then turned back to you.

“Why don’t you help me in the kitchen, hmmm babe…?” Melissa cooed sweetly.

Shivers went through your spine and the lump in your throat became apparent at the pet name, and you just stared at the woman, frozen in the moment. Then linking her arm in yours, Melissa guided you to kitchen before you could even respond.

She let you go at the kitchen island, leaving you there as her hips swayed to the liquor cabinet. She reached up and opened the cabinet, then twisted her gaze to you, a certain glimmer in her eye.

“You drink, ‘Hun…?” Melissa coyly asked, “I assume you do by the way my liquor cabinet was always raided, and Abi is such a good girl, she would never drink unless influenced by someone like you…”

Your mouth stood open as you stood frozen once more at the kitchen island counter. Melissa chuckled, pulling you back into reality and registering the dig that your best friend’s mom had just made to you. You gritted your teeth and stared daggers into the woman as her back was turned to as while she got two classes and some red wine.

She came to the other side of the counter, popping the wine cork and beginning to pour two glasses. Your heart was racing and you were fidgeting with the hem of your shirt.

“I only drink on occasion…” you grumbled, answering Melissa’s question, “And you’d be surprised at what Abi does…”

Melissa flashed you a wicked smile and cocked her eyebrow, handing you the glass filled with the alcohol. You immediately took a sip or three to try and calm your nerves.

“Oh is that so…?” She hummed, coming around the island, wine glass in hand, and linking her free arm in yours once more,

“Why don’t you tell me all about that, and maybe I won’t bust you for being a minor consuming alcohol…” Melissa teased, as she guided you into the living room.

“S-she’s my best friend… I’m no snitch…” you breathed out, your heart pounding in your ears.

Melissa chuckled and guided you to the two person love seat in the living room, sitting down next to you, and taking a sip of her own wine. You followed suit, sipping more of the red, liquid courage. It tasted sweet and expensive.

“Touché… I knew there was something about you…” she purred.

Melissa held her glass with her left hand and placed her right on your left, exposed thigh. Your eyes widened and you looked at her hand. Sparks of electricity rushed through your entire body, all ending up in the same place, your throbbing core. You gulped, turning you attention to your glass and taking some more sips of alcohol.

“Back there I heard something about a certain redhead… Why don’t you tell me about that…?” Melissa hummed, that wicked smirk back on her face, with a tilt to her head.

Her fingers started to caress your thigh, and you weren’t sure whether you deeply regretted or thanked god that you had decided to wear a skirt today.

“I… I was seeing her… but… she cheated on me…” you stammered, looking at your wine glass as your swirled the red liquid in the glass.

“Poor Cucciolina…” Melissa purred, with an edge to her tone,

Her fingers worked their way further up your thigh, you felt your pussy clench around nothing. You felt the woman’s lips graze against your ear, making your breath hitch.

“I would never do that to you…” Melissa purred in the shell of your ear.

Your stomache was bursting with feelings, twists and butterflies and knots and rocks. Your lips parted as you let out an obviously desperate whimper. Melissa chuckled darkly in your ear. Then you felt her warm mouth on your neck. Your neck immediately craned back for her access, and you let out breathy groan as she sank her teeth into your skin.

At this point you knew you regretted nothing, the pleasure and intensity was all worth it. You knew it was probably wrong, that this was your best friend’s mom. And this woman drove you crazy… you hated how she treated your best friend. She was certainly never mom of the year.

But as her mouth wandered down your neck, you knew you needed more. Sucking, and licking, and biting, and marking all along your exposed, goose bumped skin, all logic and ideas of right and wrong were thrown out the window.

Melissa, it seemed, had already placed her glass aside on the side table, and as she sucked a bruise along your neck line, her hands followed your arms and proceeded to take the glass away from you. She pulled away momentarily, making you whimper and and try to lean into her touch, but Melissa was quick to put you back in your place.

“You take what you are given… Understand…?” Melissa purred warily, the hand on your thigh tightening and threatening to leave a mark.

You sucked in a breath, straightening your back as you swiftly nodded. The woman then eased her grip to your thigh and brought your glass up to your lips, pressing and tilting it into your mouth.

“Good. Now drink up…” She breathed out, smirking as you immediately complied.

You gulped the rest of the sweet yet tangy liquid down. Melissa then set the glass aside. As some of the excess wine dribbled down your chin and neck, Melissa leaned forward, her tongue expertly licking up all the dribbled wine from your exposed skin. Your pupils darkened and blew out at the sight, your heart faltering at how hot your best friend’s mom looked while licking up the red liquid from your skin. You shivered once more at the thought of how good her tongue would feel in other places…

Melissa read your reaction like a children’s picture book. She drank in your blown out pupils, erratic breathing, goosebumps, and much more to come… Her fingers now dipped into your inner thighs, her access stunted by your closed legs. They stopped moving, teasing, and it made you want to scream. Scream at the woman to keep going. Scream at her that she was insane. Scream that this was wrong. Scream and beg her to not stop. Scream out in many expletives how much her teasing was driving you crazy. But all that came out was a pathetic whimper.

“Awwwww… Are you conflicted, ‘hun…?” Melissa mockingly cooed, her voice dripping with taunts and lust, “Can’t decided whether you want me to hate you or fuck you…?” Her voice purred darkly and lustfully.

Jolts of pleasure and electricity erupted through your core at the woman’s tone, brashness, pet name, and use of an expletive. You bit your lip as you let out a breathy gasp. The combination of the alcohol and her teasing was making you dizzy.

You wanted… you didn’t know what… actually you did. But it was too difficult to admit it to yourself. For years, you had stuffed all your feelings down, you had reverted to others to fulfill your desires. All because it was too hard to accept your desires for your best friend’s mom.

Your desires for the redheaded woman. The desire to have an older, more experienced partner. Your want to be dominated and controlled by the woman that drove you crazy. Your want to throw logic and your best friend aside and kiss her. The woman who was overbearing and controlling to your best friend. The woman who you’d imagined late at night many times when your fingers worked skillfully in between your legs.

As if Melissa knew the exact thoughts racing through your mind, she interrupted,

“You know what I think…?” Melissa cooed wickedly, pushing your legs open slowly just enough to fit her hand in between your plush thighs,

You watched her fingers attentively, as your heart pounded in your head and beads of sweat ran down your face. Melissa proceeded to lick the bead of sweat off of your face and neck.

“I think that you try so desperately hard to hate me… I think you don’t like me because of Abigail… You think I’m a bad mother.” Melissa purred, as her fingers circled patterns deeper into your inner thigh going under your skirt,

Her other hand had put the empty wine glass aside, and was now tugging at your flimsy shirt. She tugged the sleeves down with ease, and cupped your bare breasts. Your eyes fluttered shut as you let out a breathy whimper, internally praising whatever higher power that you had decided to go braless that day.

“I think you project all of this for Abigail and for your own sanity… Because it’s easier to accept than the truth… The truth that keeps you up at night. I keep you up at night…” the older woman continued to lustfully cooe,

But your eyes shot open, your hips jolted forward, and you let out a pathetic mewl, as two of her digits finally ran up and down your clothed core, while simultaneously taking your left nipple in her mouth and twisting your bus with her teeth.

“AhhHhHhh—” you choked out in a mewl, desperate and quickly meeting Melissa’s gaze as she drank you in with a wicked smirk.

If she didn’t have you attention before, she definitely had it now…

“And the truth while you can’t stand the fact of it… is that you can’t help how your body reacts to me… craves me… needs me…” Melissa darkly chuckled, her tone low and seductive by the end.

Your head was swimming and you don’t even remember when it started, but your hips were grinding against the ghost of the woman’s fingers. You let out a shuttering breath, whimpering and moaning as the redhead’s mouth started to mark up and tease your breasts. Her dark, lust glistening eyes met your desperate gaze.

“Say it, Cucciolina… Tell me I’m right. You know I am…” Melissa breathed out, while switching from one tit to the other.

“You—You’re right…” you stammered, panting, completely out of breath.

Melissa seemed to like that, because you quickly felt her two digits back on your core, sneaking around your panties, to find your semi-wet pussy.

“Mmmmm… you aren’t dripping… I’ll fix that.” She lustfully purred, growling the last part in her seductive, low tone.

Her fingers swiftly plunging into your core, your body immediately spasmed, her walls fluttering and clenching around her digits. Your hips stuttered to keep pace with her delicious assault against your cunt.

“Holy Fuck… Mommy!!…” you shrieked, your whole body exploding with pleasure as her fingers curled deep inside you over and over again.

Your eyes widened and your face went beet red at your words. Your hands were gripping the couch tight, so tight your knuckles were white. But that wasn’t your current concern…

“Oh my, I’m so s-sorry, it it just… slipped out…?” You stuttered, not able to meet the woman’s gaze in embarrassment.

But Melissa only smirked even more. Her thrusts and curls of her digits inside your pussy only intensified, fucking you faster and deeper. You groaned, really loud, as her fingers filled, stretched, and scissored your pussy.

“No apologies… you look real pretty, accepting who you really are…” Melissa cooed wickedly, “Look at me.”

Your eyes went wide and you turned your head back to the older woman. Her tongue was swirling around your right bud, and it made you cry out in pleasure once more. This only spurred the redhead on even more.

“Say my name, baby…” she commanded wickedly.

The squelching of her fingers knuckle deep in your pussy, combined with your sinful noises made the room reek of sex and lust. When you didn’t respond, a third digit slipped inside you, the older woman’s pace never faltering one bit.

“Oh Shit MOMMY!!!” You shrieked, her fingers stretching you out even further and your hands only tightening their grip on her couch.

Melissa hummed in delight, her other hand now replacing her mouth at your tits, while her mouth went to assault your pressure point. Your hips jerked up to grind against her hand, desperately seeking friction against your clit. Babbles and string of whimpers erupted from your throat, your mind now fully gone.

“So needy…” the older woman chuckled, continuing all her administrations with lust and intention, “You can call me Mommy if you want too…”

Her words sparked even more intense pleasure throughout your entire body, and you felt your hands start to wander, but your resisted the urge, part of you not being able to understand how this could have switched on such a dime. Part of you still hated her. So your hands stayed off of the woman. But your hips and the rest of your figure told a whole different story… and your moans and whimpers was all the confirmation that Melissa needed.

“Such a slutty girl for mommy, aren’t ya’…?” Melissa cooed lustfully.

The older woman pumped her digits into you with skill, precision, and speed. She watched you with intent gaze, seeing exactly what curl and thrust pattern made you moan and jolt and scream. Melissa was a quick learner, and the closer she pushed you to the edge, the better she learned the pleasures of your body.

“Oh baby… Are you gonna cum…? Need to cum for mommy so bad…?” Melissa taunted you with a dark chuckle.

Your eyes were screwed tight shut as you nodded vigorously. Your mouth fell open in a silent scream as your orgasm crashed over you. Your hips stuttered in their rhythm of grinding into the redheads hand, but Melissa kept up her pace of fucking you through your climax. Even after you came down, the older woman didn’t stop. You squirmed in oversensitive pleasure as she didn’t relent.

“M-mommyyy please…!!” You whimpered, thrashing against her in the amount of intense pleasure you felt as she drove you to your next impending climax.

“Poor little slut… Can’t get enough of mommy…??” Melissa jeered lustfully.

Your hips stuttered as they rutted against her hand. The sounds of your pussy squelching rang in your head, pushing you only further to the edge. You felt like you were being suffocated, but in a deliciously dizzy way. Your mouth was open, your tongue out as you gasped for breaths in between each precise thrust of her digits.

Right as you were approaching your second orgasm however, Melissa pulled out of you. Your eyes flew wide open and your jaw dropped, followed by a desperate whimper. The older woman’s eyes sparkled and she had a wicked grin plastered on her face.

“Hush, baby.” Melissa purred, grabbing you and pulling you into her lap.

You gasped as you felt something in between her legs. You immediately began grinding down on her bulge, your breaths turning ragged and your hands on her shoulders for support.

“Mommy wants your next high to by on my cock…” Melissa hummed with a dark edge to her tone.

You looked up from your administrations and gulped. You nodded vigorously.

“Please” you whispered, “need it… need it so bad mommy…” while grinding roughly against the woman’s lap.

Melissa chuckled and had you undress all the way as well as helping her, so that in a couple minutes, you were back in her lap, naked and ready for mommy’s cock. Your hands came to the woman’s tits and chest, playing with her as she lined you up with her plastic dick.

With a low groan, you began to sink down onto the woman, all the way to the hilt of the strap. You let out a sinful whimper, feeling full but still unsatisfied. Melissa’s hands held your hips in a firm grip, and her back arched into your touch. She tantalizingly wiggled her hips below you, making the strap-on move slightly inside you. Another desperate whimper and then groan left your lips.

“What’s to stop mommy from just having you cockwarm my dick…?” Melissa cooed wickedly.

You quickly met the older woman’s merciless gaze, desperation and begging all over your face.

“No no mommy please…!! Need it, need it so bad… mmm give it to me mommy uhhhhhh…!!” You cried out, your grip on the redhead’s shoulder and chest tightening.

In response, Melissa rolled your and her hips together, pushing her dick up and into you in one fluid motion, before pulling it partially out as her hips came back down. Your mouth opened in a silent plea, as your body convulsed in pleasure, the ridges of the toy overstimulating your tight cunt.

“Like that, pretty whore…? What mommy to give you slow, hard thrusts until you’re destroyed…?” Melissa taunted you darkly and full of lustful intent.

Melissa then continued these extremely slow yet brutal thrusts, pumping the toy in and out of your aching pussy. You wanted to cry. You wanted to cum. Every thrust was just not enough stimulation for you to cum, the woman knew exactly what she was doing. You tried to beg, babbles of pleading erupting from your lips already after the second thrust and every one after that, begging her to go faster, to fuck you rough. But Melissa didn’t listen.

“You need to learn that we do things mommy’s way, little slut… If you’re good, I’ll let you cum… eventually…” Melissa reassured you, after the eleventh tortuously slow pump in and out of your cunt.

You’d lost any and all composure. All your babbling was incoherent now, and you had tears streaming down your face. But anytime Melissa asked you if it was too much or if you wanted to stop, you begged her to keep going, pleaded with the woman to not let you off easy. Melissa’s face washed over with pride every time you cried to her that you wanted desperately for her to continue.

“What do you want, baby…? You want mommy to make you cum right…?” Melissa wickedly purred into your ear, while continuing to fuck you dumb at a brutally slow pace.

You nodded lazily, too cock drunk to say anything but slurred words.

“Pleaseeeeeee mmmommmyy…” you whined.

“Cum for mommy, honey, I know you want to… know you need it…” Melissa purred lustfully.

With one finally thrust into your sobbing pussy, the tight coil wrapped around your entire body suddenly snapped. The most intense waves of euphoria you’d ever experienced crashed over you, and you rocked back and forth in Melissa’s lap, as the woman guided you to ride her dick faster as you came.

“That’s it, such a pretty whore for mommy…” the older woman breathed out.

After a few minutes, you’d fallen limp in the woman’s lap, her cock still buried deep inside you. Melissa chuckled at how you put up a whiny fight as she took you off her cock. You didn’t like the sudden emptiness she now left you with, you wanted to feel her all over you again. Wanted to feel full and owned again.

But Melissa stood up, walking into the kitchen to clean her strap-on, and when she eventually called you into the kitchen, she promptly cleaned you up, before going back to her cooking and acting as if nothing had happened.

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Melissa Schemmenti Masterlist

[rithmeres]

the inherent catholicism of the firearm or whatever

[beaulesbian]

Her name is Karlach. An archdevil's soldier I swore on my good eye to kill. A devil with pure fire for a heart. I made my way to Avernus to stop her. She fled from my reach – even climbed aboard the mind flayer ship as it screeched through the Hells. I followed in close pursuit.

[magg0t-king]

Guys here me out-

Halsin x Necromancer/undead former druid. From former friends turned to inevitable enemies, because necromancy is like a antithesis to Silvanus, then turned tolerable companions to possible best friends (or lovers) after the tadpole is remove. Bonus points if the Tav/oc turned undead(or whatever) to sell their soul in exchange to save halsins own.

Can go for anyone- just PLEASSSSSEEE

(Hes so yummy it hurts. Anyways show me ur oc NOW🧿👅🧿)

[lomltrentarnold]

— random bestfriend!trent thoughts below <3

MAIN MASTERLIST

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bestfriend!trent whose eyes always search for yours even in a crowded room.

bestfriend!trent who can keep eye contact with everyone but it becomes difficult with you.

bestfriend!trent who judges every single person you have gone on a date with and comments on what he would have done differently.

bestfriend!trent who sneaks his arm around your waist at a party and tugging you closer to him when he noticed someone has been eyeing you for way too long.

bestfriend!trent who feels his pride fuelling when you lean more onto his side, making the person who was staring look away.

bestfriend!trent who always gets distracted on media day when you walk by and there’s countless of pictures where he don’t even look at the camera and behind it.

bestfriend!trent whose heart does somersaults when he sees you cheering for him and his club.

bestfriend!trent who gets his gum habit from you because you always have one with you, so he has one too.

bestfriend!trent who gets jealous when you keep thirsting over other football players when they post on instagram when he’s literally right there.

bestfriend!trent who doesn’t want to admit it but his heartbeats faster every time you hold his hand or dragging him somewhere and he’s following you around like a lovesick puppy.

bestfriend!trent who tries to hide his grin and pretending like his ego doesn’t double in size every time he sees you wearing his jersey with his name and number.

bestfriend!trent who loves seeing you getting along with his teammates.

bestfriend!trent who tries to keep his mind from wandering too far when you wear something that compliments you well.

bestfriend!trent who falls in love even more when you remind him to take care of himself because you say ‘you need to prioritise yourself, you’re important too.’

bestfriend!trent who feel a green monster take over his body when he sees you flirting with someone.

bestfriend!trent who facetime you when he’s on vacation and says its just for him to ‘update’ you on stuff so you don’t miss him too much. but he just miss seeing your pretty face and hearing your voice.

bestfriend!trent who secretly loves your obsession with movies and how you light up when you start talking about them.

bestfriend!trent who gets shy when you compliment him in any way but then instantly gets cocky and teases you that you’re in love with him.

bestfriend!trent who wants so badly to kiss you silly and do couple-ly things that you always fawn over

bestfriend!trent who heart silently aches for you.

bestfriend!trent who craves your touch and your presence the second you’re not there.

bestfriend!trent who will not risk losing your friendship because its one of the most important things in his life.

bestfriend!trent who will one day tell you about his feelings but just not now.

[ralibo14]

Second post today? Yeah😁, I'm on a holiday and have some time on my hands. For once this is not tpn related at all 🤣.

I couple of months ago I participated in a Bungo Stray Dogs Dtiys... I thought I post my work here too (because I start to like Tumblr more than Insta🥰😘)

[almoststedytimetravel]

Idk why I even try to write anything romantic. Romance peaked in 2007 when Junpei brought his wife back from the dead.

[honey-flustered]

Cruel Little Vixen 4

Rockstar!Perv!Eddie Munson x Journalist!Reader

Enemies to Friends to Lovers (18+ MDNI)

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

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

>>>Series Masterlist Part 4 of 8

Word Count: 7.3k+

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ooh! Could I be a halfling?”

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

“You nerd.” You giggled.

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

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

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

—————

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He looks so damn kissable.

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

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

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

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

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

“I can’t.” You whisper.

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

“I…” You began.

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

You blinked at him, lost.

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” You ask.

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

————

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why?”

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

“You…are insane. I’m 100% convinced.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Can we help you?” Eddie asks.

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

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

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

“Jude, I swear to god…” Eddie groans.

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

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

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

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

“Noooo.” Eddie protests.

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

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

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

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

—————

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

God, I hate her for being right sometimes.

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

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

Just my fucking luck.

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

Eddie.

“Hey, I can come in?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck, Fuck, Fucking Fuck.

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

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

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

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

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

How the fuck does he know these things?

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

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

“Come and get it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Eddie, I can’t do this.”

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

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

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

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

“You are?” He asks, mockingly.

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

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

“You should see the look on your face.”

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

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

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

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

“Get out.”

“You’re that mad?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

—————

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I actually wouldn’t have minded.”

“We can go bac—”

“No! We’re good!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Be serious.” You laughed.

You read his lips. “Aw, you got me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is that all you think of me?”

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

“You don’t know what I think of you!”

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

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

“Fuck you!”

“You’d love that!”

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

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

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

“I look like a sad panda.”

“It’s kinda cute.”

“Don’t call me that.”

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

“I kissed you first, didn’t I?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I wouldn’t do that to you.”

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

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

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

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

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

“I didn’t say that!”

“You practically did!”

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

“You’ve said enough!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’ve got an active imagination.”

“I’m serious.”

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

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

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

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

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

“No, I don’t.” Eddie denies.

“Yes, you do.”

“No, I don’t.”

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

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

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

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

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

“You know Francis?” You asked.

“Oh yeah, the Mrs loves his music.”

“Old people listen to metal?” Eddie questions.

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/n.”

“Y/n, you like this man?”

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

“And you rockstar?”

“I do, too.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He clears his throat. “Of course.”

“Hey, Eds.”

“Hmm?”

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

“You sure? What about your celibacy?”

“I’d break it for you.”

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

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

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

“I’m more than okay with that.”

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

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

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

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

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

“So damn pretty.” He whispers.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[13eyond13]

actually stunned by how gay The Beatles has been all this time and I just never knew

[meitanteisachi]

watching ATLA live action and i am reliving my zuko loving, zutara shipping era

[dorosen]

*punches the wall* Interactions between Cronus and Horuss would be so stupid and funny... Cronus would tell him to shut up, and he would listen. Horuss would talk about his experience being a horse, and Cronus would play into it because he finds it entertaining. Horuss would support Cronus' therian experiences wholeheartedly. I can see them bonding over their mutual interest in the arts. Horuss would show genuine interest in his music. What if they kissed? Idk. I think they would annoy people simply by conversing with one another. They would be hemocasteist together. They both have personality issues too. Cronus' dumb flirting would fluster Horuss for sure (even if he tries to ignore it at first). I want to see them argue too.

[cissyenthusiast010155]

hey!! i was wondering if you could write a oneshot of larissa or melissa (whatever you think is best) where badicslly r and them literally despise eachother bc they got started off on the wrong foot and every interaction between them has just gone south, but r and larissa or mel find eachother extremely attractive, and then basically someone in the school told them that r is actually in love with them. and basically after that they get into another heated argument and they pull out the “it’s not my fault you’re in love with me” or something along those lines and r denies it ofc and then after that they like kiss n maybe some angry smut if you’re alright with that.

so sorry if this is too specific or you just don’t wanna write it lmfao 😭 TYSM!!

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It Ain’t My Fault ~Dom!Melissa Schemmenti xFem Sub!Reader

Summary— Enemies to Lovers AU, where Melissa and Reader have never gotten along. The tension between them finally snaps… What will happen…? Anon Response— Thank you for the detailed request, anon!! I hope this finds you well. I had fun writing this little smut piece for you. Hope you Enjoy! ♥️

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Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, fingering, eating out, semi-public sex, enemies to lovers, fighting, love confessions, screaming/yelling, dominance, light dom/sub implications, implied future smut, etc.

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“Well It’s not my fault you’re in love with me—!!” Melissa shrieked.

Her classroom suddenly felt too hot and far too cramped, even though it was only the two of you. Your breath hitched and you stepped back slightly.

The two of you had been known to get into yelling matches, and the staff was quick to banish the two of you from the lounge if you felt like going at it. You didn’t even remember what this fight was originally about. You just didn’t get along. Never had. Ever since you had arrived at Abbott, Melissa always undermined you. It drove you insane, how she got under your skin. For Melissa, she could stand you either. You were just so annoying. So young and naive, so quick to disregard and disrespect authority. Neither of you would ever want to admit that you found the other attractive.

“Excuse me…??” You finally spat, coming back to reality from the brief stun.

“You heard me…!” She cocked, placing her hands on her hips and swiveling her head tauntingly.

“I am not in love with you—!” You exclaimed defensively, crossing your arms.

Melissa grinned wickedly and sauntered up towards you. You instinctually began to back up until the back of your legs hit the edge of her desk. Your breath hitched again as the older woman now stood right in front of you.

“Barb says otherwise, and Barb is always right.” She purred condescendingly, tilted her head slightly and staring you down.

Your eyes widened and you gulped. You uncross your arms and lean back a little on the desk, trying to get away from her intense presence.

“I… I don’t know what you’re talking about…” you stammer.

“Fine, then prove it.” She quips, cocking her brow at you.

A challenge is something you can do.

“Ok, try me.” You immediately shoot back.

Melissa smirks and steps just a bit closer, so that her body is almost flush against you but not quite yet.

“Kiss me.”

You nearly choke on your own air, as your face flushes a deep red.

“I… sorry what..??” You choke out.

“Kiss me.” Melissa repeats as if it’s nothing, with a shrug, “Just once.”

“And what’s that going to prove…??” You defensively shot.

She raised her brow.

“You chicken?”

You immediately growled at her words. If there was anything you hated, it was being called incompetent and a coward. And Melissa loved to taunt you with both.

“Shut up.” You growled, before grabbing the back of her neck with one hand and smashing your lips together.

Melissa immediately groaned into the kiss. You really thought that you’d be able to prove your lack of love with this, but you were so wrong. The second you felt her lips, you were hooked. The kiss went from a peck to a sloppy mess in a matter of seconds, and neither one of you minded. You let out a breathy moan as her tongue slid into your mouth.

Her hands snaked around your sides, effectively pinning you to her desk. Yours held the back of her neck, as the other slid to her ass, pulling her flush against you while graciously squeezing her rear. This action made Melissa groan into the kiss once more, which only sent increasing sparks of arousal throughout your body.

After a minute, you both had to pull away, breathless. But the woman still kept you pinned to the edge of the desk by your hips. Her hold on you was bruising and dizzying, as you desperately tried to catch your breath. Melissa looked quite pleased with herself for having kissed you breathless.

When you finally met her eye, you knew she had won. The dark flicker of lustful dominance was something you couldn’t help but fold to. You allowed the woman the hoist you up on the edge of her desk, you allowed her mouth to wander along your exposed skin. You allowed her to take your tits and cunt out, to call you deliciously derogatory names as she sucked and bit at your nipples. You allowed her to shove her fingers into your mouth as a way to keep you quiet as she sucked on your pearl and explored your juicy folds. You allowed her to completely take control. And in return, she allowed you to cum.

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[feralphonon]

Selune Cleric/Shadowheart enemies to lovers playthru is possibly my magnum opus. Also I think I accidentally made them Gideon and Harrowhark

[grimxark]

Someone legitimately cursed me 2 hate all the main popular ships in most fandoms I’m in. I wish I could turn my brain off and enjoy them. alas..

[ndostairlyrium]

✨ Tropes Tier ✨

I was tagged by: @greypetrel @n7viper @demandthedoodles & @shivunin

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Guys, the most stunning stars in the sky, you have no idea how much I needed this hahah 💛

also huge shoutout to @greypetrel who came to my rescue today while I was stressing over the challenge. She's one of the most interesting human being walking on this planet and the care she shows towards others is unmatchable. I'm just super grateful she's in my life ;; thank you so much dear!

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