#joe quinn one shot

[sweet-villain]

Joe Quinn Master List

Jealousy Looks Good On You Ft M.D

All I See Is Red

Bullet To The Heart

Torn

The Truth

Fluff With Joe

You

Just A Birthday Taste

Truly Madly & Deeply

Home With You

Dancing With Our Hands Tights

Surprise

Picture This

Now Or Never

UnPretty

Showered You With Love

My, My, My Lover

Stop And Stare

Home Sweet Home

Like I'm Going To Lose You

Only One

Look At Me, Don't Look At Him

She

Pretty Girl Part 2

It's Been Awhile

Cafe Love

My Beauty

New Addition

You're All I Want

Just Friends?

Drink?

You Miss All We Had

Comfort

Just Let It Be

Don't Lose Sight

3 A.M

Little Piece In Heaven

You Got Me

It's You Part 2

Adore You

The Fool Ft D.M

On Top Of The World With You

The Way You Look

Lost In The Momen

[itsoutrageouss]

Can you do an Eddie x reader angst where reader is a cheerleader that has a MASSIVE crush on Eddie. She asked him out but because she’s a cheerleader he thinks it a joke and mocks her etc

a/n: hey sweetheartss- thank you so fkn much for all the love on my last Eddie post. This is sorta similar but a different scenario- hope you enjoy <3

warnings: kinda mean!eddie in the beginning obv, reader feeling humiliated, super mega fluffy cute ending!!!!

Nice fucking try - e. m.

—☕️

He was never at any of the games- which fair enough, why would he be?

Yet you couldn’t help the disappointment when you scanned the crowd for a specific mop of curls with no luck. You had practiced the fuck out of this routine and yet no one would probably be looking at you- they’d all look at chrissy instead.

It was like this often. You’d search for Eddie, and when you finally caught him, you’d sit and watch his sporadic movements and tales, admiring him from afar. He had sent a couple of sweet smiles your way; that was your only lifeline to him and you being a possibility. You were a cheerleader after all, and you knew how the basket team treated people like Eddie. You knew he probably thought the same of you but you were aching to prove him otherwise.

You had to do something about the way your heart was on fire for him, a bird beating itself to death in a cage, a moth around a lamppost- you couldn’t keep letting it burn until there was only ashes left.

You knew he had his usual hellfire club meeting today, and suddenly the routine you were doing was the least of your concerns- you even stepped on someone’s toes in the process but it didn’t matter. You were going for it. You were gonna give him the sweetest smile and the most sincere smile and ask Eddie Munson on a date, no matter what any of your friends thought. No matter to what depths your social status would go. You would risk it for him, you were head over heels after all.

After changing quickly while ignoring the annoyed look from your friends ‘cause of your routine slip up, you hurried to the hellfire club room.

Rocking back and forth in your converse, you leaned against a locker while fiddling with the strap of your gym bag. No sooner did the door fling open and several members left the room, mainly ignoring you or giving you a suspicious side-eye, except Mike who waved to you, since you knew Nancy. She was one of the few people who you trusted with your feelings about Eddie. When all had left, you stepped inside to see Eddie packing up from the campaign.

You didn’t say anything, heart suddenly in your throat and palms sweaty. The fabric of his white t-shirt was stretching over his back and he reached over the table, not yet noticing your presence.

“Eddie?” You asked softly, but he still jumped at your voice, a few dices clattering to the ground. The room was ominously lit, casting amber shadows over his pretty face.

“Uh, yes?” He asked slightly confused- suspicion already bleeding from his tone. He picked the dice off of the floor and continued to pack everything away while you stood.

“I uhm- well I don’t know if you know my name-“

“- y/n, yeah. I know.” He grumbled, not seeming particularly interested in what you had to say. You tried not to let it defeat the courage that had etched into your skin, dripping on your tongue.

“Was it a good… campaign?” You asked with a weary voice. You had secretly picked up a little starter guide to the dice game Eddie seemed so passionate about, to try and understand him better.

He scoffed. What kind of fucking foolery was the jocks up to now?

He didn’t even bother replying, knowing that wasn’t the reason you were here, was probably a fucking trick question already. You cheerleaders were like little heathens.

When he didn’t reply you felt your face flush in embarrassment- had you said something wrong?

“Okay well uh- I was wondering if,” you stuttered, fumbled over all your words as you kept fidgeting with your bag. The bird in the cage surely almost done for. The moth was growing tired.

“- if you’d like to do something with me sometime? Like hangout? On- on a date or something like that?” You asked. Your voice was breathy and the words came out a lot faster and unsure than you would’ve liked.

Finally he diverted his attention to you, his figure turning torturously slow, a finger raised in the air in front of him. “You’re asking me out?” He asked incredulously. He didn’t believe they would try such an old trick on him.

“Nice fucking tryyyy Princess,” he said loudly, voice dragging out the words- in case any of your friends were on the other side of the door laughing their asses off.

“What, you’d take me out to a nice dinner, laugh at my jokes and let me take you home to my scrappy little trailer? Is that what you want?” He laughed humourlessly, tongue rolling around his cheek while he stalked towards you.

“I- I mean that sounds fine to me?” You tried, voice more unsteady than ever. You couldn’t tell what was happening but the bird and the moth were lying helplessly in your heart and hot tears tickled the corners of your eyes.

“That sounds fine to you? I’m not falling for this shit, little witch. Run back to your friends, will ya?” He didn’t even spare you another glance as he finished cleaning the table and flung his leather jacket on.

You stood motionless, throat bobbing in an effort not to cry. He hadn’t just rejected you, he had completely misjudged you with no after thought- discarded you because of prejudices. You stormed out of the room with a horrible mix of rage and shame washing over you.

—☕️

“Something sick happened when all you little sheep left hellfire yesterday,” Eddie began as he placed his lunch tray drown dramatically. He glared over to the jocks table, surprised to instead find you sitting alone, sulking.

“What’s up?” Dustin asked curiously, biting into his apple.

“Little miss y/l/n tried to ask me out yesterday. Tried to humiliate me- but this mighty fucking game master didn’t fall for it,” he said almost proudly, digging into his lunch.

“Woah she asked you out? Was that why she was outside hellfire?” Mike said, voice borderline serious in a way that caught both Dustin and Eddies attention.

“Yes, so? Was expecting me to waltz right into that little trap,” he scoffed.

“Y/n asked you out? Dude she likes you! Seriously- I heard Nance and her talking about it a couple weeks ago in the car. She’s like over the moon for you, man.” Mike gestured around wildly to punctuate his words and their meaning.

Eddie stopped eating instantly, whatever was in his hand clattering to the tray as he looked over to your hunched figure again- head down, not eating, not talking.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck- please tell me you’re joking kid.” He tried desperately, looking between Mike and Dustin who didn’t waver at all. “Nope. No joke. Can’t stop talking about you I swear.”

Eddie buried his head in his hands.

A pretty, nice cheerleader had asked him out- had a fucking crush on him and he mocked her like that? Scared her away? The realisation hit him like a ton of bricks as he dragged his palms over his face and through his hair, reliving the whole experience yesterday; how nervous you had been, how you asked him about this campaign.

Before his mind could prepare him more, he jumped from his seat and ran through the cafeteria, nearly stumbling and drawing all eyes to him as usual.

You looked up, throat twisting into knots as you saw Eddie sit, literally, on his knees on the floor next to the bench where you sat in your solitude.

“Y/n-“ he said, almost out of breath. His eyes were so big and soft, so pleading and glossy, it touched your heart despite the way he broke it yesterday.

“Y/n I’m so sorry. I thought you were messing with me yesterday. Thought it was some kind of joke from your friends or- I didn’t- I didn’t know you meant it but Mike-“ he breathed again, pausing. Everyone was looking at the two of you, your eyes wide at his hasty, guilty confessions.

“Hey, hey-“ you said, placing a hand on his shoulder “-lets uh- go somewhere else, hm?” You tried, standing from the bench. He swallowed loudly before looking around.

“Yeah, yeah okay,” he breathed. When he looked at you then, he swore there was a gleam of something in your eyes.

It was hope.

You took his warm hand and dragged him out into the hall, ignoring the mocking from where your former friends sat. Where you used to be.

Eddie stuck his tongue out devilishly as you passed them before disappearing into the silent hall with you.

“Hi,” you said then, a soft smile splaying on your lips. It made Eddie’s insides flutter, knowing you were being genuine.

“Hey,” he replied with a huff, a broad grin adorning his features now too.

“I’m sorry-“ he began again but you cut him off quickly; his dramatic cafeteria gesture was enough of an apology to you, and you couldn’t even blame him for thinking like that with you being a part of the cheer squad.

“It’s okay, Eddie. I know I don’t seem like the type, but I promise you I- I think I really like you,” you confessed nervously, eyes darting around the tile floor “and I’m not friends with those dickheads anymore. Swear.”

The bird was beating around the cage, wilder and wilder and the moth dances excitedly around the bright burning lamppost.

“So the offers still- its still on?” He asked hopefully. You couldn’t possibly resist those puppy dog eyes he flashed you, the way his hands fidgeted with the rings adorning his slender fingers.

You nodded eagerly, not daring to believe any of this was really happening. “I’m not much for dinners, though” you added. He laughed. A warm sound you could see yourself getting very used to.

“Me neither. We’ll figure something out, hm?” He asked rhetorically, head tilting to the side to peer down at your hopeful face. Your expression made the guilt from yesterday wash away from his conscience, albeit slowly. God you were gorgeous, and he had half a mind to believe he was dreaming in this moment.

“It’s a date, then.” You stated. Before he could reply, you raised to your tiptoes and kissed his cheek gently.

A furious red blush crept up on his cheek and neck, his lips parted in surprise.

“Yeah. Yeah, it’s uh- it’s a date,” he smiled, flustered as he squeezed your hand.

So damn gorgeous, he thought.

[localemofreak]

Chocolate Chip Pancakes.

(Rockstar!Dad!Eddie Munson x Mom!Fem!Reader)

(A/n: there's no song connected to this one, I just got bored and came up with a cute little story because two things have been in my mind 24/7- Rockstar Eddie and Dad Eddie. So I mixed them, please enjoy idk what I'm really doing here-)

‼️Warnings: LOTS of fluff, kissing, little kiddos, teasing of smut but doesn't happen bc of kiddos 😔, but that's really it ig- tell me if I forgot something.‼️

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The Saturday, LA sun shined through the curtains right onto your face, slowly waking you up to the feeling of warmth on your face.

A small sigh fell from your nose as your eyes fluttered openly slowly, turning your head slightly to see your husband already awake.

Eddie was laying on his side, his brown curls wild from sleep and his brown doe eyes soft with a tired tint in them- his head rested in his hand as he looked down at you with a little tired grin, slightly making it obvious he had been staring at you when you were sleeping.

"How long have you've been watching me-" you mumbled tiredly while slowly closing your eyes again, causing Eddie to let out a small chuckle as he picked his head up from his hand.

"Long enough my sweetheart~" he hummed, moving his lips right next to your ear which caused a small shudder to run down your spine.

Eddie seemed to take notice, letting out another low chuckle as he pressed a small kiss on the back of your ear, slowly moving his small trail of kisses down your neck as you tried to wake yourself up.

"Ed- baby... it's too early for this-" you whined quietly, lazily pushing him away as you opened your eyes slightly, your actions doing nothing to the metalhead as he just smirked against your skin, continuing to kiss at your exposed neck.

As Eddie moved his lips more downwards in the crook of your neck, your eyes slowly fluttered shut as you let out a small hum, obviously enjoying it in some way as you slowly tilted your head to the side, giving him more access to your neck.

Eddie just let out a small chuckle against your skin, lightly sucking and nibbling at your skin as shaky breaths fell from your lips.

As Eddie started to slowly make his way to hover over you, you hear the sound of your guys bedroom door slamming as the door swings open- causing your eyes to shoot open and Eddie to quickly pull away.

You sat up slowly as your ears filled with the sound of tiny excited shrieks from your two young daughters, causing you to wince slightly since it was still pretty early.

"Girls-! Girls-! Come on ladies, tone it down please." Eddie called out, raising his voice slightly as the shrieking seemed to hurt his ears as well.

The young girls just quickly climbed onto the bed, trading their playful shrieks to giggles as they quickly got on all fours, crawling their way up to the top of the bed to cuddle with you and Eddie.

"Mommy! Daddy-! We're hungryyyyyy" your 6 year old daughter, Sabrina whined- her little arms wrapping around her dad's tattooed bicep as he sat up in the bed.

"Yeah-! I'm hungwyyy!!" Your 4 year old, Willow whined as well, her little lisp showing through her words.

They both were just clinging onto Eddie, causing you to chuckle as you watched him lift them both up, standing up from the bed with both of them in his arms.

"Alright, alright-! Why don't we head downstairs my little babes- get everything set up for mom, how does pancakes sound??" Eddie said, causing the girl's faces to light up as he quickly placed them down.

"Pancakesss!!!" They both squealed before quickly sprinting out of the room, causing you and Eddie to look at each other and chuckle.

As Eddie followed them out of the room, you slowly got up, rubbing your face and yawning as you slowly shuffled behind.

The girls were already in the kitchen, eager to start making pancakes as Eddie went to go grab the supplies to make pancakes.

Both girls were chasing after each other, squealing and giggling happily as they ran around the big kitchen of your nice Los Angeles home.

With the success of Corroded Coffin, it also came with a shit ton of money for Eddie- too much almost, he always thought it was stupid with the amount of money he owned now.

So he decided to try and use it for some good use, spoiling his two little girls and the love of his life-obviously wanting to make sure you all had the best life possible..

As Eddie started making pancakes, you watched the girls as they ran around happily, which you couldn't help but smile at.

You had the perfect life- two beautiful kids, a handsome and caring husband, an amazing home.

It was perfect..

You decided after a little bit of just standing there to walk up behind eddie, slowly wrapping your arms around his bare torso while laying your head down on his back.

"Hey baby." he muttered softly, turning his head to look back at you with a soft smile.

You just looked back up at him with the same smile, admiring him while placing a small kiss on his back.

"I love you so much Munson." you said, slowly moving one of yours hands to rest on his back as you continued to lean against him.

"You're the love of my life sweetheart." He said, slowly turning his body to face you as he wrapped his arms around you, engulfing you in a hug.

You stood there with Eddie for a while, just enjoying the moment and the warmth of his chest as he held you..

After a little bit, you decided to let Eddie finish cooking as you set the table up, also telling the girls to sit down at the table.

You all just sat down at the table together as Eddie placed the pancakes on everybody's plates, all talking and laughing and just enjoying time as a family together.

You couldn't have asked for anything else in life.

[hopeluna]

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ — 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐵𝑂𝑌 𝐼𝑆 𝑀𝐼𝑁𝐸 (𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆'𝒔 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏)

✘ Part of the writing event by @carolmunson ! You can find the prompts n dialogue here, pls feel free to join in and write your own version <3

✘ the scene: a romantic night-in at the trailer. 

✘ CW: eddie munsson x fem!reader, very much rom com vibes cause come on it's me, first time writing for eddie pray for me, was tryna do fluff but turned into hurt/comfort, mentions of financial insecurity, eddie being the best bf material out there. 1k

The trailer door creaks on it's hinges like it's going to fall off any moment. It hardly registers in Eddie's brain, pulling the door more forcefully open with a beaming grin to let you in.

He's practically vibrating from the pent up anticipation. It's been a few days since you both have properly spent any time with each other. Between you being busy with college and him playing to a steadily growing crowd at The Hideout, the past few days consisted only of short kisses and exchanging i love you's in passing.

Eddie didn't really wanna pester you much either. Even though he missed you these days like a starved man, the relationship was fairly new and blooming and he didn't have the heart to somehow accidentally mess it up right from the get go.

"What brings you to the freak's humble abode, my fair lady?"

He gives you a toothy grin when he sees you telling him to silently shut up. You weren't a huge fan of the 'freak' title. "I come with gifts!", you hold up the small pastel paper box like a medal.

Eddie lets out a low whistle, with a whisper of 'gimme', making animated grabby hands till you place the box delicately in his outstretched hands. He immediately digs in with hurried but careful hands, cautious to not damage the paper cause he knows you probably took hours to get it just right.

A soft smile pulls his lips up at the small pastries. It looks absolutely delectable. Whispy vanilla frosting coated all over the soft sponge, the scent of vanilla bean hitting his nose, little flecks of edible glitter and sprinkles all tied with a plump strawberry at the top.

"You made these?"

"Mhm! We did chocolate last week and red velvet the week before that, so I thought we could go for a classic vanil-"

Giggles fill the quiet space of the trailer, Eddie placing light, ticklish kisses all over your lips. His grin only stretches more when you shriek his name to let you go, "if you don't stop, we're gonna have a problem!"

"Oh yeah, sweetheart? And what is that problem?"

"I will-" you push Eddie away enough so that only your noses are touching "- revoke your kiss license." You let out a soft snort at your boyfriend's devastated expression.

"You wouldn't!"

"I would, baby."

Eddie's huffing away with a quiet 'meanie' as you shake your head fondly at him, nudging him silently to open the pastries. He carefully sets two out, putting the others in the freezer for Wayne when you come back from the kitchen with two chipped mugs. Eddie's heart falls a little at the thought of you maybe judging him for this.

"Eddie."

"Mhm?"

You roll your eyes with a smile, "don't just stand there, open the damn thing!" You nudge the poorly made cat themed mug in his hands- his favourite. You watch with wrung fingers as he practically balances more than half the dessert on the fork to shove in his mouth, leaving flecks of whipped cream and frosting on the corners of his mouth.

"It's so....sweet."

You wince without meaning to, "and you like that?"

Eddie lets out a amused laugh at your anxiety ridden face. "Baby, that's probably the second best damn thing i've tasted." He shines a gleaming smile on you at your own grin of accomplishment.

"What's the first?"

"You." Eddie's loud laugh fills the silence at your disgusted but flustered expression.

His face falters a little when you shove the throw pillow on the couch behind you to get comfortable. Eyes follow your hands as you tighten your grip on your own mug, the handle chipped away from wear. Eddie's gaze flits around the trailer- the old video player, the less than impressive flooring, the comfy but worn out looking blanket that you've draped over yourself. It's definitely not the white picket fenced dream most want. He feels comfortable here but do you? Maybe you sometimes wished to hang out somewhere els-

"Hey."

Eddie snaps his gaze over to you, expression nervous and concerned. "Um- yeah." Clearing his throat, he shifts a little forward to pick his notebook from the table, mindlessly going through it in an effort to seem busy.

"I-uh, i ran out of like, nice cups,-" he briefly gestures to the one in your hand, "-is that okay?"

He would've found your furrowed, confused expression cute if it wasn't for the small ball of anxiety etched in his throat. "Yeah- i mean, of course it's okay." You look back at the cup in your hand, then to him and back at the cup again. "Are you okay?"

The curls on his head seem to bounce a bit as he nods frantically, twisting the cover of the notebook in his hand "it's just, you know, that thing isn't the nicest " he gestures vaguely with his hand around you, "i mean-none of this is-"

"Eddie."

"The place isn't the most romant-"

"Eddie." His eyes go from looking around in the trailer to you, you who inched closer to him without him realizing. "I like- I love the trailer."

"But-"

"No, don't be like that. That's not even true. Just because it's not a house with a big front yard and white roofs doesn't mean it's nothing. It's home." You smile as Eddie's eyes widen almost unnoticeably as you cup his face in your hands.

"It's home because it has you in it. And I wouldn't change that for anything."

A breathy chuckle escapes you, Eddie now burying his face in your chest with arms snaked around your waist firmly. His voice is muffled against your shirt that you have to strain to hear what he says, "sometimes, I feel like you being my girlfriend is a very detailed fever dream."

You feel his smile against you as you press a kiss on the top of his head. The silence stretches for a while before you break it, fingers making mindless circles on his back.

"I also come here for the trailer park cats."

The gasp Eddie lets out, finally releasing you from his hold, makes it hard for you to not burst out ugly laughing.

"You would choose the cats over me?!"

"Maybe."

© hopeluna. Do not copy, translate, modify or repost any of my work in this or any other site. Do not steal or modify my ideas/concepts either.

[madelynraemunson]

You can answer this privately, but a few weeks ago I was thinking about if Reader was trying to make Eddie jealous with the song I kissed a girl in the background making out with some girl on the stage you know. Or tryna make him want her more lol.

def need to catch up tho

ooooh a lil toxic lovin’ i see i see 😏💋 thank you for helping with the possessive!eddie dirty talk and reactions, my sweet.

from the CMWYW universe

timeline: shortly after chapter 013

𝐈 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐌𝐲 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐭 18+

a collaboration with @emsgoodthinkin 💌

modern!strip club owner!eddie x modern!fem!exotic dancer!hargrove reader

CW: jealous!eddie, wlw, possessive!eddie, boyfriend!eddie, biting, degrading kink, eddie calls us a slut lmao, bratty shy girl, dom!eddie, sub!shy girl, lmk if i miss anything

[WC: 2.0k]

“I just think you’re getting a little too into it.”

It’s crazy to think Eddie would draw the line at Gareth and not Steve. Yet here you two are, arguing in the dressing room mid-shift because Eddie realized his D&D friends — who are regulars at his D&D themed strip club — have eyes and money. 

“Babe, this is GARETH we’re talking about here,” you emphasize. “Gareth!”

You’re talking about the Gareth who’s gamer tag is ‘Gareth the “Gare Bear” Emerson’.  The same Gareth who still uses the bunny ear method to tie his shoes. The same Gareth who gets upset when his food touches. Aside from his now relatively toned build, clear skin, and knowledge on self-care and personal hygiene, Gareth Emerson is still the same guy. And that guy is a fucking dweeb.

“Yeah, but Gareth is conventionally attractive now,” your boyfriend points out. “And somebody who’s had no choice but to build their charm from the inside out is a dangerous person.”

Projecting, are we Munson? You think to yourself. You couldn’t believe the audacity of your boyfriend. Ever since you two became exclusive, Eddie has become extra protective of you. You didn’t mind it. You actually preferred it because it means he cares. But really, at work? The place you clock in every day (not only to see him but) to make a living?

“You left scratches on his back last time.”

“He paid me to make a girl jealous.”

“And let’s not forget whatever the fuck that was that you did with Creel,” Eddie adds refusing to hear you out. 

“Henry PAID me for a lap dance,” you hiss. “He was lonely, I was doing my job. He came in and spoiled me and your business on his off day, babe.”

The heat dissolves from Eddie’s cheeks when he hears his pet name. Albeit flattering, this conversation between you two wasn’t over just yet. 

Eddie knew what he saw. He knows that blank, fucked out stare from anywhere, and it was prominent when you were giving Henry a lap dance, using the crinkle of his pants to get yourself off.

There’s no arguing there. But you were single when that happened and Eddie at the time made it really seem like he didn’t want anything with you. None of this was taking away from how ridiculous Eddie was being.

“Okay,” you sigh, still choosing to honor his wishes. “No more dances for Gareth.”

“At least for tonight,” Eddie barters, issuing you a fake pout. “Feeling a little bit jealous, but I’ll get over it.”

Stay away from Gareth, or men in general tonight. You can definitely do that. 

Eddie’s a happy camper now. He watches as you do your thing at Vecna’s Lair, cock twitching eagerly in his pants as you swing down the pole and sink your pelvis onto the stage. The men douse you in ones, fives, tens, twenties. And you let it rain down on you with ease. 

But why is Eddie still so jealous? He can’t help but turn green with envy when he sees you smile at your patrons. When you lock eyes with them as you speak. And the way they gravitate towards you and your pheromones like some magnets on a fridge. 

You seem to be unbothered by everything, unbothered by his presence in a room full of other gentlemen. Eddie needs to test the waters. Eddie needs to know you care.

So he decides to grab a beer and approach the first customer of the opposite sex who happens to spiral into his periphery. It happens to be good ol’ Stephanie tonight. 

A regular during the beginning days of the week, this kind hearted, very approachable redhead welcomes Hellfire’s owner with a smile, offering her beer bottle to Eddie for him to give her a clink, hello. 

“Hey!” he chimes. “How uh, how are you doing?”

“I’m doing well, and yourself?”

Eddie grins. “Not too shabby.” 

Performatively studying her with his eyes, he decides to ask her an innuendo-filled question. “You enjoying yourself tonight?”

“What’s it to ya?”

“I always like to make sure my customers are satisfied.”

Her brow does a fruitful quirk upwards.

“So you’re the owner huh? Already so young and successful. That’s quite impressive.” 

“D’aww,” your boyfriend’s hands clutch his chest. “I appreciate that.” 

You can’t help but look over, stomach warped into knots.

Eddie told you to stay away from guys. So why is he flirting with a girl? Specifically a customer you’ve interacted with before. Not that Eddie would know that, since he’s always in his office when Stephanie is here.

Eddie knows you see him now and that’s all the satisfaction he needs. Knowing he got the reaction he wanted, he excuses himself from Steph, strutting back over to his office to disappear for a while and let your mind wander.

But your mind is already two steps ahead. When Stephanie catches a glimpse of you, her eyes sparkle. You wave her over.

“You just keep coming back for more, don’t you?” you infer as she strides towards you. 

Stephanie chuckles. “You just can’t seem to keep me away, Shy Girl. I owe Vicky and Robin one for putting me onto this joint.”

You swing your legs over so you can divert your attention to your stunning regular. She seems to be receptive to your flirtatious nature. And conveniently, the DJ transitions into a very fitting song:

“How are you doing tonight?” you assess her.

Stephanie shrugs. “I’m doing okay. The chick I was telling you about last week stood me up. So I’m here just trying to make myself feel better.”

“OMG I’m so sorry dude.”

But she brushes it off. “It’s okay. The loneliness will die down. I just gotta feel sorry for myself first.”

You rest a consoling hand on your shoulder. Before becoming exclusive with Eddie, you knew the feeling of rejection all too well. 

“You’re welcome here anytime. Even if you just wanna talk. Girl to girl, we can even do a private room for an hour.”

Just then, Stephanie reaches into her bra and pulls out a twenty dollar bill with the smuggest look on her face. 

“What about center stage? You tryna kiss it all better?”

You could’ve… and would’ve done it without the money. But knowing Eddie is in for the plot twist of his lifetime, you’ve rendered the deal priceless. Happily obliging, you accept the money Stephanie insists you take from her and extend your arms out.

“Bring it in, chica.”

It’s not what I’m used to. Just wanna try you on. I’m curious for you…

And then it happens. It starts with a timid smack of the lips to feel out both your comfort levels. The feeling of safety and trust propels you both further into realms of intensity you wouldn’t have thought of exploring with one another before. She tastes of cherry, with a hint of minty coconut. 

You let out a satisfied hum. It registers as a vibration against her full, vivacious chest. Dancing your fingers in her wavy hair now, you pull her closer to your chest as your lips lock in tandem. 

“WHEW!” you can hear Argyle shout all the way from the kitchen. “GAH DAMN!”

…I kissed a girl and I liked it. The taste of her cherry chapstick…

The uproar creates a chain reaction and soon all the gentlemen at Hellfire are hooting and hollering at the relatively unscripted act of affection in front of them. Soon, the money follows. Grinding your hips against her torso now, you chase the feeling of self-indulgence as you unravel yourself onto Stephanie. Right in time for Eddie to see.

I kissed a girl just to try it. I hope my boyfriend don’t mind it.

Floored, confused, and just a tad aroused, your man stands at the foot of Vecna’s Lair with his hands curling at his sides.

It felt so wrong. It felt so right. Don’t mean I’m in love tonight.

His stiff cock protrudes at the posterior ends of his zipper, boxer briefs shamefully laced with the salty spouts of his leaky tip. Fuck, he’s so hard. But still, oh so very pissed.

I kissed a girl and I liked it. I liked it.

Standing where you knew he’d be, you shoot him a wink, letting him know that you’re well aware of his foiled plan. And after you and Stephanie thank one another for each other’s time, you prance off to the dressing room with mountains of bills in your hands.

———

“You think Eddie’s gonna like this green set?”

There’s an itch to burn the cash you got tonight, so you find yourself browsing the internet for lingerie on your phone.

“Oooh,” Nina coos in approval. “Yes girl. You’re gonna look like a sexy dragon of sorts.”

“Mm. And what about this g-string?”

“Yes, get it. I have the same one and it’s so flattering and comfortable. Look!”

Just then the door shoots open.

“Eddie, what the hell?!” Nina shrieks, quickly donning her cloak to cover up. “Knocking, fucker. Ever heard of it?”

You turn towards the entrance to find your flustered man at the door, scowling at you briefly before turning to apologize to Nina.

“Sorry, Neens,” his gaze softens sincerely. But Nina is already storming out. “I was dumb for that.”

“Yeah, no kidding,” you tsk.

You two wait until your colleague is out of range to engage in what you both know is about to be some pretty reckless behavior. When all is clear, Eddie wastes no time, pouncing on you, pinning you by the wrists to the drawer of your vanity, leaving love bites at the crook of your neck just keen enough to draw blood. 

Pathetically, you love it. Your dripping cunt swells for the intensity — the fury of his rough hands — the vampiric blows to your hot pulse points — the rugged buckling of his hips as he digs his claws into the tender indents of yours.

“Eddie…” you whimper.

“This familiar?” he demands between breaths. 

“Rings a bell,” you muster, tracing his large display of excitement with your trembling palm. “Though it seems like you don’t necessarily…have a problem with it.”

A sinister laugh escapes his throat.

Eddie huffs. “Think you can be a smart aleck with me without repercussions?”

As swift as they come, Eddie flips you around, easing you safely onto the desk portion of your vanity by the your neck. You squirm around like a brat, whining and kicking at him with your heels in playful retaliation. His fingertips then tightly enclose around your thin lacy bralette, causing a minor tear of the sparkly chrome fabric.

Too far. Grabbing him by the wrist, you eye him in disapproval.

“Eds!” you hiss at him, seriously this time.

“You’re buying new sets anyways,” he shrugs indifferently. “You know, with the money you got for being a needy little slut.”

You issue a low grumble as Eddie sinks his body atop the small of your back. The softness in Eddie returns again when he presses delicate kisses around the tip of your chin.

“Mine, remember?”

He spins you around again, ordering you to your knees with an authoritative snap. You oblige a little too quickly, but you don’t care. You’re at the mercy of him tonight and always.

“Yours…” you breathe, knowing he’s about to fuck you and your mouth to spit and tears. “Yours only…”

He smirks, satisfied with himself. You bite your lip eagerly as you watch the King of Hellfire — and your heart — unbuckle his belt, ushering his pants down to line his pulsing cock up against your lips. Desperate for more already, your tongue peaks out to say hello. The deep lines of his snarky face concave further.

“Pucker up, sweetheart.”

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[munson-mjstan]

Soaked (Older! Eddie x Fem! reader)

Just thought I'd join @oneforthemunny summer game! This was fun to write! Thank you @munson-blurbs for beta reading this and helping me out!

Shoutout to @eddiemunsons-missingnipple for the amazing edit of Older! Eddie!

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Summary: You have the house to yourself, time to sunbathe! Right?

CW: !Minors D.N.I! Language, Suggestive themes, Partial Nudity, an almost BJ (if I missed anything, I apologize)

Waking up from your nightly slumber you move your arm to Eddie's side of the bed and take quick notice that he isn't there. "Eddie?" you call out loudly, thinking your husband might be in the adjacent bathroom to the further right of you. No response. Sitting up on your bed you stretch and rub the sleep out of your eyes. Now that your eyes are clean-ish and ready to begin the day you lazily move from your place of sleep and go to your bathroom to begin your daily routine.

Turning your shower knobs to a comfortable temperature you undress and enter. Water cascading down your body like a waterfall you let out a contented sigh. As much as you desire to stay under your shower you must search for your husband. Humming a light tune you wash your body and hair thoroughly, rinsing the remaining lather off.

Exiting the shower you wrap your hair and body in warm towels. Working on your hair first, you put leave-in conditioner in your curly hair combing through the messy tangles that accumulated in your slumber. As much as Eddie adored you no matter how you looked you were never lazy in making yourself look presentable. Hanging up your towel you put on your robe and leave your bathroom.

Descending the staircase of your home you look around; since you didn't find Eddie upstairs he must be here somewhere. "Eddie?" calling him out, you wait for a response, nothing. Shrugging you assume he had just gone out for something which means the house is yours! "Yes!" you exclaimed cheerfully, you took a look outside your window overlooking your living room and saw the gorgeous weather that graced itself this morning.

"Morning sun here I come!" fist bumping the air you bound back up your staircase in search of your bikini set. "Where is it?" you say, trying to find the material that makes Eddie hard on sight. "Gotcha!" you wave your bikini victoriously in the air, hastily undressing to put it on. "Okay, essentials…" Grabbing your sunscreen, walkman, towel, and sunglasses you head out your bedroom door when a certain item caught your eye; your water gun laying unused on your dresser. You and Eddie had a water fight, war going on for quite some time.

It started with Eddie using his gun spray water on you while you were planting flowers. To say it infuriated you was an understatement, you vowed to get him back and that's how your war started. Back and forth of you both soaking each other as best you can with what little water your guns carry. Surely Eddie won't shoot you while you are sunbathing.

Right?

Right?

Who are we kidding? This is Eddie we are talking about.

Grabbing your water gun with a smirk, knowing too well how your husband operates you head out of your bedroom. Opening your backdoor you step outside and you're greeted by the sun, bathing you in its warmth like an embrace. Sighing in contentment you lay out your beach chair, put on your headphones, and press the play button to the sound of Michael Jackson in your ears. Taking a bold step you remove your bikini top and lay down on your beach chair, your body fully relaxed under the sun.

You can only judge the amount of time that has passed by the heat on your skin. Perhaps half an hour. You were broken out of your daze by feeling something ice-cold over your body.

"W-what the fuck?!"

"Sleeping beauty is awake." a voice you adored taunted you, and you glared in response, throwing your headphones aside. "Eddie! You mother-"

"Careful, hot tits," he warns, interrupting you and holding the item that soaked you up. That fucker used the water hose! "Eddie, why did you do that? Where did you come from? Where did you go?"

"You're vulnerable with your tits out, the back gate, and to get a new nozzle for the hose," he answers all of your questions with a grin, his dark face stubble pulled up revealing pure white teeth. "I got you pretty wet, sweetheart. Looks like I win,"

The double entendre only infuriated you "You cheater!" you bellow, throwing your towel at him in frustration, he caught it. "Better cover up before someone other than me sees you, princess, I'll have to kick their asses," Glancing down you'd forgotten you were topless, and you use your arms to cover up. He tosses the towel you had thrown at him, pouting and knowing how much your stubborn husband wouldn't continue the game now….unless. You grab your water gun, fastened your bikini top back in place, and tucked it into your bikini bottoms.

Eddie had started spraying the flowers you planted, the setting set on "Shower", you turn the nozzle twice from "Shower" you arrive on "Jet", trekking over to your husband you whisper in his ear "Wanna prize baby?" in a sickly sweet voice you say, Eddie, oblivious to your ulterior motive turns around to face you, dropping the still running hose.

"A prize, hmm.." he groans, rubbing his stubble, thinking of what he wanted. You offer a suggestion. "Perhaps a blowjob?" you got down on your knees they hit the damp grass from the droplets of moisture from the hose. Unzipping his pants he questions "Out here?" you nod your head "I promise I'll be quick! Close your eyes, handsome." Winking at him, you watch him close his eyes, his lashes casting shadows on his cheeks.

You sported the mother of all smirks on your face. Grabbing the still-running hose, putting it down Eddie's pants and boxers. Eddie jumped out of his skin at the cold contact, which in turn made you jump quickly to grab your water gun and shoot Eddie with a cry of victory! "I GOT YOU! I won!!!"

Once Eddie regained his composure he took the hose and sprayed you again making you laugh. "It's on now, princess!"

"It's been on since you sprayed me first!"

Laughing happily you spray Eddie with your gun once again; this time in the face. He grunts angrily, reaching for the hose when he comes to a realization, patting his jeans "I don't have my gun!"

"Snooze you lose, hon!" you retort, finding yourself in Eddie's wet arms being lifted off the damp grass, the hose long forgotten. You laugh heartily, in love in your man's arms. Eddie brings his lips to yours in a passionate kiss, bathed in the wondrous light of the sun. He pulls away "Tie?" As much as you wanted to keep the war game going you relented, smiling and rolling your eyes "Tie." You agree.

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[blairrwaldorfs]

Midnight smoking with Joe, fluffy stuff, lingering touches sharing cigarettes.

Midnight Company

Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: Joe couldn't sleep because there was something he couldn't stop thinking about, and you just came home from a failed attempt of meeting someone at the pub because you couldn't seem to be so interested in anyone at all. However, you both knew there was a reason why you both couldn't keep your minds clear.

Author's Note: This request has been sitting in my inbox, and I have been wanting to do it. So, here you go! :)

Wordcount: 2K

“Ah, I see you’re still awake.” 

You entered the flat just a little right after midnight and found Joe sitting on the sofa. The living room lights were turned off and the only thing illuminating the room was the television. He was watching an episode of Succession, and you knew then that he couldn’t sleep. Being flatmates with Joe for the last two years had made you learn the little things he did whenever something was bothering him. Smoking at the balcony at 1am because he couldn’t seem to figure out what he needed to do for the character he was playing. Sitting on the sofa and watching one of the episodes of the show he was currently watching meant he couldn’t sleep for some reason. 

Joe let out a soft groan, throwing his head back on the sofa and rubbing his tired eyes.

“Couldn’t sleep.” He muttered. 

You kicked off your shoes and walked towards him in the living room and flopped yourself down next to him on the sofa. You reached over to grab a handful of popcorn from the bowl that was sitting on his lap.

“Hey!” Joe grabbed your wrist. “Make your own.”

“Don’t be so selfish.” You teased him, pulling your wrist away from his grip before putting the handful of popcorn in your mouth.

Joe chuckled softly and shook his head as he grabbed a piece of popcorn and threw it at you. 

“See, now you’re just wasting food.” You rolled your eyes before reaching over to grab more. 

Joe threw his head back on the sofa and let out a sigh. You couldn’t help but chuckle softly as you focused your attention on the television. There was a comfortable silence between the both of you for a moment. 

“How was your night?” Joe finally asked. 

You shrugged, “It was okay.”

“I’m surprised you came home this early or that you came home at all.”

You side eyed him for a moment before shrugging again and stuffing your face with a handful of popcorn. He knew that you went out tonight with your friends, but you were also hoping that you would meet someone at the pub tonight. 

“Men are assholes.” You murmured. 

Joe couldn’t help but let out a laugh and moved himself a little closer to you and said, “Not all of them.”

You threw your head back on the sofa and turned your head to face him. His chocolate button eyes were sparkling as he gave you a playful smile. Joe was always like that. Even if you two had made an agreement that nothing would happen between the two of you, you still felt your heart beat out of your chest every time those eyes stared into yours. You both had one night of mistake—at least that was what you two had agreed on— and promised each other it wasn’t going to happen again. 

It was the beginning of the year last year, and you both got too drunk during New Year’s Eve, and you both didn’t even remember much of what happened. Again, that was what you told yourself at least. You didn’t know if Joe was lying too, or he truly didn’t remember it. You, however, remembered that night crystal clear, but you didn’t want anything weird between the two of you, so you told him that you didn’t remember anything. Since that night, you two agreed that you both just got too drunk and got carried away since both of you were single. 

That was all. 

But that didn’t mean that you couldn’t stop thinking about it. That didn’t mean that you were okay with it because you had told yourself many times to move on from it because Joe didn’t feel the same. However, you always found yourself pushing other men that you would meet at the pub because they weren’t like him. They weren’t Joe. 

God, you were pathetic. 

You needed to let go of these unrequited feelings. 

“Hmm…” You hummed softly, giving him a soft smile. “Oh, yeah? And is that one of them, you?”

Joe shrugged and just stared at you with a smile tugging on his lips. You let out a belly laugh as you stared at the ceiling. Letting your head rest on the sofa was making your head spin from the alcohol you had drank tonight, and you were sure Joe also had some considering the amount of beer bottles that were sitting on the coffee table. 

“Wanna go for a smoke?” Joe got up from the sofa, reaching his hand towards you. 

“Yeah, sure.” You took his hand in yours and followed him out the balcony. 

Lighting the cigarette, you leaned against the metal railing and stared at the starry night sky. It was quiet, and the streets were empty. It was almost so peaceful and unreal. 

“So, how come you haven’t met anyone that interested you?” Joe asked.

You didn’t know if you wanted him to press this subject because honestly at your state right now, you didn’t know if you could just stay cool and tell him some lame excuse as to why you weren’t so interested in anyone other than him. 

After letting out a puff of smoke, you shrugged again. “Like I said, men are assholes.”

Joe laughed, shaking his head. “Even I don't believe that. It has been months. You’re telling me they’re all assholes?”

You tilted your head, brows furrowing. “Why do you care so much? Is this what happens when you can’t sleep? You just get into everyone’s business?”

A playful smile tugged on your lips and Joe took a step forward towards you. His eyes studied you for a moment, and it only made your knees weak. You didn’t know what he was doing, but it definitely was making your insides turn. 

“I just care.” Joe murmured. “There’s no way a man would let you go that easily even if you refused them.”

“Well, they’re all assholes and cowards then.” You inhaled your cigarette one more time before finally putting it out. 

You chuckled softly and stared at the night sky for a moment. You didn’t have to look for you to realize that Joe was just staring at you. You didn’t want to turn and face him. You were too scared. You may have drank tonight, and your head was spinning, but you knew you were close to stepping over the line. 

“Well, what about you? Since you’re so interested in my personal life, how come you haven’t gone out there either? I’m sure all the girls are all over you since you’re so famous now.”

Joe laughed and said, “None interests me either.”

His answer sort of made your heart skip a beat. You were being way too vulnerable. At this point, you were telling yourself that you were being delusional for hoping that maybe Joe hasn’t dated anyone because maybe he felt the same. Walking back inside the flat, you grabbed yourself a bottle of beer, which probably wasn’t such a good idea and flopped yourself back on the sofa. 

“Hm… I guess I’m not the only picky one here.” You teased him, taking a sip of your beer. 

“Okay, so why are you so picky? What are you looking for in a guy?” Joe settled himself next to you on the sofa. 

You glanced up at the ceiling as you thought about his question. However, there wasn’t anything that was popping up in your mind because you already knew the answer. But you had to make some kind of excuse, right?

“I don’t know. Someone that doesn’t bore me to death.” You laughed. “What about you?”

Joe shrugged. “Not sure, honestly. I haven’t thought about that.”

You raised your brow at him. You may be lying to him, but he definitely wasn’t a good liar when it came to his excuses. 

“You’re such a liar!” You laughed, taking a piece of popcorn and throwing it at him. 

“Me? You’re the one who couldn’t answer my question too.” Joe laughed.

You grabbed more popcorn as you flicked more towards him, making his jaw drop in shock. Laughters echoed in the living room as Joe tried to defend himself, but you were at this point just making a mess in the living room.

“Okay, that’s enough.” Joe laughed, trying to use the throw pillow as a shield. 

He then grabbed you by the wrists gently as you stared into each other’s eyes. You felt your heart beating so fast that it was roaring in your ears. You stared at Joe’s chest that was also heaving as he moved closer to you. You felt the air between the two of you shift, and you knew that you were about to cross the line. 

“Joe…” You whispered as he gently brushed a strand of hair away from your face. 

“Am I part of your asshole list?” He asked, and you immediately shook your head so fast that your mind was spinning for a moment. 

“Never.” You replied, voice so low. 

You could feel your hands tremble as your eyes stared at Joe’s lips. His fingers slowly grazed your cheek before letting his thumb traced the outline of your lips. It sparked something inside of you, and you couldn’t explain what it was. All you knew was that the alcohol was running through your veins, and Joe being this close to you was electrifying every bone of your body. 

“Good.” Joe murmured. “Because you were right. I am a liar.”

You bit your bottom lip as you held in your smile. 

“Oh?” You raised your brow at him, your eyes suddenly staring down at both of your hands. “How so?”

You played with his fingers that were on your lap. You couldn’t bear to look at him. You knew if you did, you wouldn’t know what to do. 

“Because you’re the only one that I can’t stop thinking about.” Joe admitted. 

The surprised look on your eyes immediately caught his. You had too much alcohol, but you knew you weren’t dreaming, right? Joe actually told you that. 

“W…What?” Your voice stuttered. 

Joe softly brushed his thumb on your cheek, his face inches from yours. You could feel his trembling breath as he grazed his nose against yours. Closing your eyes, you could feel the oxygen leave your lungs. Your heart couldn’t fit in your chest anymore, and you kept telling yourself that this was a dream. That you would wake up, and Joe wouldn’t be here anymore. 

Was the alcohol getting in your head right now? How many drinks did you have tonight? 

“Maybe I’m… I’m a liar too.” You whispered. 

“I know.” Joe grinned before pressing his lips against yours. 

A small gasp escaped your lips, and your body was paralyzed for a moment. You didn’t know what to do, but as soon as you felt his soft lips move with yours, you couldn’t help but slide your fingers through his hair and pull him close. It felt like a dream, but you knew it was real. Joe’s hands found your hips as he held on to them and pulled you on his lap. A soft hum escaped your lips as you hovered over Joe, tugging on his hair slightly. 

“Joe…” You whispered, pulling away from the kiss breathlessly. “Are you sure about this?”

“A hundred percent.” Joe kissed you hungrily and desperately as he gently laid you on the sofa, his lips finding your neck. 

Stars exploded at the back of your eyes as you felt Joe’s lips against your skin. Every kiss he left was making your skin on fire, and you never knew you wanted this so bad until now. Pulling away, Joe stared down at you for a moment and smiled. His fingers brushing a strand of hair away from your forehead. 

“Are you sure you won’t regret this like last time?” You asked.

“Darling, I never regretted it the first time.” Joe grinned before getting up from the sofa.

Taking you in his arms, you let out a squeal as he carried you down the hall and into his bedroom. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you kissed him again. Kicking the door closed behind him, Joe gently laid you down on his bed. 

Staring into his chocolate button eyes, you knew you weren't going to regret it either because you never did in the first place. This time, you wouldn’t lie about how you felt too because this was everything.

All of this was everything.

The End.

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[maelialuv]

Can you do a one shot of Steve x fem! reader are shopping in a supermarket late at night and they’re arguing about what cookies to get and it’s just fluffff

Thank youuu xx

absolutely obsessed w this idea!! I LOVE Steve fluff. hope u enjoy! ty for the request!!

Supermarket Sweep - Steve Harrington

Summary: a late night shopping trip with Steve leads to late night confessions.

Warnings: a bit of angst! mostly fluff! slightly suggestive moments.

Word Count: 2.3K

Had you known that spending more time with a gang of pre-teens would take up so much of your free time, you would have stopped being an honorary baby sitter long before they began requesting food supply runs late into the night.

If you'd known that you'd spend your Friday evening inside Bradley's Big Buy with Steve Harrington, you most certainly would have reconsidered your choice of clothing. Untamed hair, a raggedy pair of beat up sneakers and a much too small tank top - essentially a pyjama shirt- for the blaring cool of the stores air conditioning, you stood motionless next to Steve. He was talking to you, had been for several minutes. It was white noise to your ears.

"...and Max wanted Chips Ahoy, but Dustin says they're too hard on his teeth and Will doesn't like the way they break apart when he-" Steve caught on to your blank stare. You had been looking at a pack of Oreos on the shelf for a long, glassy eyed moment. "Are you listening to me?"

You snapped out of your trance. "What? Sorry, Mike said he wanted some Oreos but I can't remember which ones."

"Oh, double stuffed." Steve said, completely sure. He knew his little nuggets like the back of his hand by now. Mike liked double stuffed Oreos, Max liked Chips Ahoy. Will preferred Milanos, Dustin underlined his Nilla Wafers four times on the list, and Lucas's usual ask of original Goldfish Crackers was so easy to remember it was impossible to get wrong. El was happy with anything.

You grabbed the double stuffed cookies and tossed them into the cart, almost over flowing with the cans of Pringles and the sodas the kids had asked for - the campaign Will and Mike had planned was extravagant, and called for a years worth of junk to keep them going.

How the kids could sit in the Wheeler's basement for hours on end in the peak of Hawkins summer was beyond you. You'd spent just about half of your time at the local pool, and by the evening when it had closed you'd migrated to the heated pool in the back yard of the Harrington residence, swimming and lounging until the sun set and Steve drove you home. The last few weeks, however, you had started hanging out with Steve alone.

It had been Robin that had introduced you to the boy, but you had known Steve 'The Hair' Harrington for years. He was one year above you in school, and how could anyone not know King Steve? You'd witnessed the rise and fall of his relationship with Nancy, and seen him mellow and relax as his focus switched from the basketball team to a team of middle schoolers. Robin had introduced you officially when they started working together at Scoops last summer. Steve recognised you from somewhere - "Did you and I fool around at Stacy's party in the fall?"- and you never confirmed it for him.

It didn't matter too much to him where he knew you from. Now you were his friend, and that was great. Friends.

The last two weeks, you and Steve had seen each other every day. Driving the kids around when the sun was up, chilling by his pool or watching movies in his living room when it was down. You'd been feeling...different. You'd seen Steve without a shirt before - victories of the Hawkins High Tigers being expressed with the swinging of a vest into a crowd of fawning girls. A year ago you would have rolled your eyes at yourself. More often than not over the last few days you had been the one gawking. The way droplets of water lingering on his toned stomach would light up with the reflection of the pool lights. The way he would smooth his hair back. You felt ridiculous, like a school girl writing all over her note book with glitter hearts.

It was like a switch had flicked for you, and suddenly it wasn't Steve, it was Steve. You'd repress it , and try your best to hide it. And then he'd pull a typical Steve stunt.

He tossed his sweatshirt at you, breaking you from another self indulgent trance filled with ice cold lemonade and hot summer nights. "Here," he said, lilt in his voice and smirk on his face, "you look cold." Did you? Sure, the store's air con was a bit much for well after midnight, the scorching heat long gone with the sun, but you weren't cold.

"What?"

He laughed to himself before the smirk returned. "You look cold." This time, his eyes darted down for a few lingering moments to your chest. "Oh." you said, dumb founded at this new side to Steve.

Oh.

In the thin material of your shirt, the cold stream of air had made certain areas more visible than others. Flushed with embarrassment, you shrugged on the sweatshirt. It was miles too big for you, the sleeves going way past your hands and swamping you. "Cute," Steve mumbled lightly, his own light blush littering his cheeks.

You felt the familiar tightness in your chest that came along with being around Steve these days. The aching desire to just , for the love of God, touch him. To have him touch you. For him to want you as you wanted him. You knew you weren't hiding it well, and somehow that made the ache worse; it meant that either Steve knew and ignored it, or was oblivious. You didn't know which option you would prefer at this point, or which would be the least painful.

Little moments- if you could even call them that- were becoming more common place. Steve would take the longer route to drive you home, playing your favourite music any time you were at his house - despite the fact that you knew he didn't always like it, letting you borrow his clothes after a long night swimming. Was it flirting? You thought so, but then he'd give a long speech on how much he valued you as a friend, and that well known pang of hurt would sit on your heart.

You stared at each other for a long few seconds. Steve had this look on his face. Anger? Confusion? He took a breath, as though he were about to say something, when the intercom sounded over the speakers. "Shoppers, the store will be closing in ten minutes."

You stepped away from one another, and Steve walked wordlessly with the cart over to the check out. You physically recoiled. It felt like you had been stung, on the precipice of maybe, just maybe, voicing the feelings. The way he had looked, eyes soft and lips parted in thought, made you shiver. You followed him with a low head.

You checked out in silence. It was awkward. It was never awkward with Steve, and now it was painfully quiet. You loaded the bags into the back of Steve's car, again in silence, and jumped in. When you both reached for the stereo, your hands brushing lightly, Steve flinched away.

You felt sick.

Something had gone terribly wrong , and the banter had blurred the line of flirty friendship and straight flirting. It felt suffocating in Steve's car. The seatbelt felt like it was digging into your stomach, amplifying your growing nausea as you noted Steve's white knuckle grip on the wheel. "Stop the car," you said. You cringed at the meekness of your voice; you sounded like a child. When Steve didn't respond, you said it again. "Steve, let me out. Stop the car."

"We're on a back road, I can't stop . It's dangerous." Steve's voice was tight, hoarse from the silence. It made your eyes sting.

Out of your control , you felt tears welling in your eyes. Why were you crying? You felt ridiculous. You felt small. You felt like you were going to throw up all over the car. "I don't care, let me out." When he ignored you again, you pleaded. "Please! I'm gonna puke!"

At that, the car screeched to a halt - of course the prospect of the car being ruined would make him stop. The second the wheel stopped moving, you ripped your seatbelt off and jumped out. You felt like your stomach was in your mouth as you stalked away from the car.

"Hey, come on, what are you doing?"

You ignored Steve as you bent by a tree - bleary eyed as you felt your heart sink. "Back up, I really don't feel good."

He continued toward you, stopping behind you and scooping up your hair. "Hey, hey, you're alright. Come on, we're almost home."

You allowed him to guide you back to the car. The remainder of the journey, you closed your eyes and rested your head on the window. When the car rolled to a stop, you realised you were at Steve's house, not yours. "We're almost home," he had said.

The steps from the car to the house, from the front door, up the stairs, and to Steve's bathroom was a blur. One moment you were strapped in and the next you were sat on the seat of the toilet, Steve between your parted knees as he rifled through the bathroom cabinet for Tylenol and a small bottle of liquid. Passing you the pill, he poured some of the liquid - which you gathered was make up remover- on to a cotton pad. He gently swiped over your smudged eyes. "There ya go," he whispered. The action made your heart thud inside your chest. You really liked Steve. Maybe more than you realised. Maybe you had more than a crush on him, you didn't know.

You let him wipe away your mascara tears, hands gentle and soft on your cheeks as he held your face. When it was over, and he removed his feather light touch, a knew wave of tears welled in your eyes. "Hey, come on," he said, crouching to your level. You wanted to scream. Wanted to yell at him how much you liked him, maybe more, and ask him to be yours. The only thing that would come out were soft sobs as you lowered your head into your hands.

Steve could feel his heart cracking at the sight before him. His friend, his best friend, breaking down in front of him and he felt helpless as to what to do. So he wrapped his arms around you, resting his head on top of yours. "What's wrong?" he whispered in to your hair. You just shook your head against him. If you told him how you felt, the friendship would end. You were sure of it. Steve would be disgusted, and never see you the same as before. "Come on, talk to me."

When you raised your head to look in his eyes, the remaining shards of Steve's heart shattered. You looked so broken. So tired. Defeated. He cupped your cheek gently. "Tell me."

You simply tilted your head, hoping the he could feel the pang of your heart against your ears and read the emotion as your eyes welled again. To emphasise, you leaned forward. Your forehead rested against his for a second before you pulled away, raising your brows.

"Oh." Steve whispered.

He was silent for a moment,

"Oh."

His tone was hard to decipher, but his confusion was evident by the small v shape forming between his brows. It was so quiet that you could hear the thrum of the pool outside the closed windows. You felt like your heart was going to burst through your chest at any moment.

It was only after you swallowed the lump in your throat that you realised that Steve's lips were on yours.

It was a soft, gentle kiss. More a brushing of the lips, testing the waters to see if what Steve thought was correct. When you didn't pull away - instead leaning into his touch- he kissed you again. This time, his lips met yours as though they were two puzzle pieces. ,Made to fit together. His lips were slightly chapped, but that didn't matter at all to you as you wrapped your arms around Steve's neck. When the two of you needed air and pulled away, Steve continued to pepper light kisses all over your face, spending extra time on the corners of your mouth. He wrapped his arms around your legs, and in one swift motion lifted you from your place on the toilet and hoisted you up.

He spun you around, cheering to himself in a laugh.

"Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to do that?" He said as he set you down on your feet. His hands lingered on your waist, not inclined to let you go anytime soon. When you shook your head, he lowered his lips to your ear. "I've wanted you since the moment you since the moment you walked into Scoops." His lips met the shell of your ear then. "Since I saw you walk into my 5th period History."

You pulled away in shock, looking at him with wide eyes. When Robin had introduced you, Steve had acted as though he didn't quite know who you were. "You remembered me? But you-"

"You thought I was gonna waltz up and introduce myself as the guy that crushed on you all of his senior year? I don't think so." He pinched your cheeks when you blushed. "Had to be cool, hard to get. Chicks dig it."

You jabbed him in the ribs lightly. "Do they now?"

"Well, you certainly did."

Another jab, this time stopped as he grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips. "You're an idiot, Steve Harrington."

He kissed your knuckled gently.

"Yeah, maybe. But I got the girl, so how much of an idiot can i really be?"

The answer was a lot. But that didn't matter. Steve liked you. Maybe even loved you, and you'd forever be grateful for the gang of middle schoolers that sent you out on late night shopping trips because of it.

[hischeapcigar]

You don't go to parties anymore

Modern Eddie Munson x ex reader

Summary: Eddie keeps looking for you in his parties

Word count: 1.9k 

Warning: angst, mentions of drugs, drunk eddie, curse words, small reference to smut (if you squint)

a/n: this was inspired by the song stuck in my head, “you don't go to parties” by 5sos and obviously i had to do something about it lol. Reblog and comments are appreciated <3 also comment if you want to be tagged in eddie one shots in future. Mwah 

Another Friday night, another party. Like a routine, like a spiral. Eddie Munson, big doe eyes were hidden by the bags under his eyes. Hair messed up like he fought a monster. And his well known smile, that everybody was attracted to like a moth to light, was gone with the wind, gone with you. 

He doesn't remember when was the last time he slept through the night. He stays up, drinking, distracting him with different things, or parties on friday nights. 

Why did he keep throwing these parties every week? He wasn’t sure. But his eyes keep searching for that familiar pair of eyes, those pretty eyes, your eyes. 

It was 5 am Saturday morning, and Eddie's apartment was crowded with every person he knew, while he laid on the sofa, drunk. Sweaty bodies are dancing, people are still drinking in the corner while some are passed out on the floor in front of him. 

He eyes them carefully, everyone, there’s Nancy and Robin talking about something, Steve is drunk dancing with this blonde girl he can’t remember the name of. 

It's 5:00 a.m. clinging to my couch

And everyone I ever knew is standing in my house

Oh, I wonder who I'm looking for

'Cause you don't go to parties anymore

“Eddie! It was my turn,” you whined as you reached out, snatching the joint from his lips. He chuckled as he watched you bring it to your lips, taking a deep breath. To say he adored you was an understatement. 

You both lied, on your backs, in his bed, taking turns smoking the joint. It was midnight and you had snuck out of your house to jump in Eddie’s car. Now you both were here, spread out on Eddie's bed, smoke surrounding you. 

He turned to face you and draped his arm lazily around you pulling you flush against him, 

“You’ve had enough, baby,” he whispers, gently taking the joint from your fingers and slightly getting up to smash the butt of the cigarette in the ashtray. 

“I can handle, eds” your voice was dreamy, low and distant. Your mind was in higher clouds, the ceiling was your window to the galaxy as you watched the shooting stars. 

He hummed, pressing his lips to your jaw. Eyes droopy, you both faced the ceiling, sides pressed to each other, hallucinating a whole new world until you passed out. 

I still think about the times we were heavy

Racehorse tripping on the dirt that you got on me

Vultures spinning up above for what's left of me

We go stupid every night, what a tragedy

Eddie’s mind started to darken with each passing minute, as every memory of you haunted his brain. He felt a pang in his heart, begging and praying to see you one more time. Just one more time. 

He looked at every corner of his house where he fucked you relentlessly, he looked at the balcony where you stood up all night to watch the sunrise  together, 

His lips started to tremble at the surge of memories, each one hitting him close to home. His mind was foggy, he was losing it. Like he always did everytime he let his mind wander to you, always back to you.

I'm still here in the darkness

Back where we started

You make me a heartless monster

I'm caught up in distractions

Fatal attractions

I'm starting to come undone

A part of him wanted to kick everyone out, he was tired, the voices in his mind too loud. He glanced, once again, at the bodies, hoping that you were there, hoping he overlooked your figure the first time. 

And now it's 5:00 a.m. clinging to my couch

And everyone I ever knew is standing in my house

Oh, I wonder who I'm looking for

'Cause you don't go to parties anymore

His eyes zeroed at the girl, whose back resembles yours. He stood up abruptly, seeing stars immediately, he shook his head to focus. Stumbling, he made his way to her. A bottle of wine clutched in his hand tightly. 

He tapped her shoulder,

 I'll talk to y/n. I’ll make it okay, we’ll be fine, this is it. I’m sorry y/n, give me one more chance, give us one more chance.

She turned around, and his breath hitched in his throat at the sight of a random person. She wasn’t you. Of course you wouldn’t be here

He nodded and smiled, or tried to, before he raised his bottle to her. She politely shook her head ‘no’. 

A string of curses left his mouth as he shifted his weight and leaned on the wall on the side. The girl immediately shifted her attention from her friends to him. 

“Hey, are you doing well?” she asked, obviously interested

“Hmm” he nodded, bring the mouth of the bottle to his lips, taking a swig

“You know i, uh, recently broke up with the most beautiful girl ever,” he slurred

She looked taken aback, she didn’t expect this. Anything but this. 

“We, uh, were together for 5 years,” his pitch went high for the last part that he uttered

“I thought you were her, but you can never be her” he chuckled, shaking his head, gulping the wine. 

“Excuse me?” she was furious, 

“Yeah… y/n…y/n was the best part of my life” his bloodshot eyes were distant as if mentally he’s still in the memory

“She used to make me laugh on my worst days and-” his words fell short as he saw the woman had gone away.

He shook his head, he really was losing it

I got the last five years running out my mouth

Always stay too late, I should kick me out

Oh, I wonder who I'm looking for

'Cause you don't go to parties anymore

“Watch your words, Munson” you threatened, your voice shook despite the efforts of keeping it strong

“I’m fucking done, y/n, i can’t do this, you want too much” his voice raised slightly

“Too much? Asking for your fucking time is ‘too much’? You elevated your pitch to match his

Another day, another argument, like a routine, like a spiral. y/n’s  big pretty eyes with tears swimming at the edge, dangerously close to falling. 

“I think it's time to put an end to this relationship,” eddie stated, devoid of any emotion

And there came all your tears, pouring on your cheeks as the words rang in your ears. 

You wanted to reach out to him, hold him, tell him you’ll make it through together, that this is just a rough patch. 

But you stood there still as you watched him walk out the door. 

-

He covered his ears with his hands as he headed for the balcony, running away from the bodies, from the loud music, from himself. His own last words to you haunting his mind, he wanted to scream to silence everything. 

He spotted Argyle and Jonathan being only physically here, their minds wandered off when they sniffed the powder. He walked up to them, seating himself beside them, reaching for the pills and crushing them on the table. 

Lost my limit 'cause I'm dumb and I'm passionate

Took my foot off of the break, it's not an accident

All my friends are up on Mars, we've been traveling

Another lonely night

“In time we’ll build a home for two” Eddie blurted out as you both hiked up the small hill.

“Eddie! You’re being-” your breaths were ragged 

“You can tell me i’m being corny, but it still won’t make me sorry,” he cut you off, grinning widely as he looked at you, nothing  but admiration in his eyes

“Don’t you think about our future?” he wondered  out loud,

“Of course, i do, all the time” you think about the nights where you think about two of you when you can't sleep 

“Yeah but i have a feeling you’ll have enough of my dramatic ass and leave me,” he teased

You glared at him. You both knew you hated whenever he brought up ‘you leaving him’ because you loved him too much to choose something else over him.

Ironic. How fucking ironic.

He glanced back at the crowd which had shrunken. He scanned the room from the balcony once more before he let the powder get a hold of his mind 

And now it's 5:00 a.m. clinging to my couch

And everyone I ever knew is standing in my house

Oh, I wonder who I'm looking for

'Cause you don't go to parties anymore

The sun had started to rise, the sky displaying beautiful colors. He smiled at the scenery, remembering how you used to get lost in the beauty of it all. 

“y/n used to love it so much,” he revealed to the boys beside him, but they were too high to listen to him. That didn’t stop him, only encouraged him

They’re not listening, I'll pretend they are

 And so he did. He rambled on and on about you. Anything he could remember about your relation, he voiced it, good or bad. 

He kept talking and sniffing the powder. 

Again

Then again

And once more

Until he blacks out. 

-

He doesn’t remember anything except the sky burning auburn, cocaine powder all over the table, your voice in head and then-

He opened his eyes, vision still blurry as he tried to get up. His hand  reaching on the other side of the bed, seeking your warmth, like a habit. He winced at the coldness that resided there.

He was in his room, in the same clothes as last night.

His head hurt so bad like someone banged his head against the wall. He tried to get out of the bed when he saw Steve entering the room with a glass of water in his hand. 

“You gotta pick yourself up buddy,” steve said

“I-” his voice was hoarse, mouth dry. 

Steve handed him the glass, which he gulped like a thirsty man in the desert. Steve took a seat beside him, legs dangling. 

“It was worse this time, eddie” steve tried to get his attention,

Eddie’s gaze was stuck at his door, 

Maybe you’d enter, laughing. Maybe you decided to return to him. Maybe just maybe he could have a second chance. Maybe this was all a bad dream,

Steve’s voice pulled him from his daydreams, 

 “your nose was bleeding, man, you gotta sober up, just try and get over her” 

In a beat, he replied, “i don't want to get over her, Steve” 

You 

 Just the mention of you has him talking. Talking non stop about what you two were, what you two could have been

I got the last five years running out my mouth

Always stay too late, I should kick me out

Oh, I wonder who I'm looking for

'Cause you don't go to parties anymore

His chatter was cut short when Steve’s phone rang, which he attended walking out the door.

Eddie was left alone with his thoughts. He turned and extended his hand to get a hold of his phone.

Once in his grip, he opened your chat, re-reading the countless texts he sent you. 

“Please come home” he sent one more, like every other day. 

Eddie put the phone away as he saw Steve approaching him with his phone extended to Eddie, “its y/n” 

Eddie couldn't believe his ears, or eyes or anything, he wasn't registering the situation. He scrambled on the bed, practically leaping out  to meet steve’s phone half way, as he practically snatch it and placed it on his ears,

“y/n?” his voice was shaky, his body was trembling 

“Eddie?” 

Oh, I wonder who I'm looking for

'Cause you don't go to parties anymore

[sweet-villain]

All I See Is Red~ J.Q

Summary : Joe can play your game too.

@harringtons-cupid @haileighboi @pleasantlycrazyworld @clovermunson @moonchildquinn. @ceriseheaven @glamourpearlsandpolkadots @hawkins-high86 @cinemaquinn @woahlifehitsyahuh

His heart pulled strings when you walked by him without a glance with your head held up high. The smell of your perfume consumes him with thoughts of having you back in his arms. He was a big idiot for what he's done to you and broke your heart into small little pieces.

But you, you weren't going to forgive and forget. Not. by a long shot. He didn't deserve your forgiveness or even a glance your way no matter how much he stared at you with those doe brown eyes of his.

He knew how to use them on you and you weren't about to give in. You felt like fool thinking you were the only woman he wanted to be with. His eyes held another story as he took glances at her. At you, he spared some with a soft smile on his face. That smile could fool you before.

Then it all happened way too fast for his liking, you walked in on him as he had her face cupped with both his hands like he was leaning in to kiss her. But he stopped once he saw you standing by the door with a hurt look in your eyes and hands clasped together, digging your nails into your palms. Anger over took staring at the view of your boyfriend and her sharing almost personal space.

Joe opened his mouth to speak but you had turned your back on him, mentally telling him he could have all the fun he wanted with her and you weren't going to be in his way. Not anymore. You were done with him and his games. He played with your feelings and dug a knife into your heart that day.

Since then Joe couldn't stop thinking about you. Everything his eyes set on reminded him of you. Everything he smelled, connected back to you. His lip quivered as his eyes glossed over after watching you walk away from him.

There was no words spoken, you cut him out of your life and he didn't get a chance to speak to you. You ignored his presence and his linger eyes as you spoke with friends across the room. He swallowed the lump in his throat he's been holding as he held the drink in his hand.

I miss you ran through his mind watching the way you laughed, and that smile appearing on your face. He wasn't the reason for it anymore. He wasn't the person that stood by your side and you weren't the reason anymore to support him on his journey to the top.

" You know he's been watching you since the moment you walked in" one of your friends leaned over to whisper into your ear. Your lips thew in a thin line as you nodded your head. You knew he was watching you every step you took and every sip of drink that you had.

" Are you not going to say hi?" they asked. You scoffed as you looked over to her. " You're joking, right?" she shrugged.

" You didn't even let him speak-" you cut her off by shoving your empty glass off drink into her hands. " It's not really any of your business what went down."

As you turned around to make your way around. There she was. The same woman that ruined your relationship with Joe. The same woman that was making her way over to him with an arm on his shoulder and a kiss on his cheek. The red lipstick shown her imprint on him. It was like her mark she left. She turned to adjust her dress when she spotted you across the room.

A smirk falls on her face, raising her hand up as she waved towards you. You scowled at her little show, downing a shot that was offered to you as you turned making sure your back was to them. You weren't about to stare at the show they were going to perform. You had other things to do, people to talk to and laugh with.

You remember the words he used to tell you all the time.

" She mean's nothing, she's my friend" he says with a shrug. Yeah right, she meant something to him. You saw the connection. You saw the look in his eyes. He was lying through his teeth and digging his own grave further and further down.

" And what am I?" you asked, heart racing against your rib cage.

" You're the love of my life" he says bringing your hand up to kiss on top of your hand. Another lie. How many more can he spit out?

He held onto you like you were a loose thread waiting to be free in the wind. Yet, you were the one to cut yourself and fly away. He never caught you after that. But you didn't come alone.

Your friend, Chris had walked through the doors the moment you took another drink in your hand and felt his presence by your side. He wasn't bad looking, he knew what Joe did and intended to break his fingers if he came near you. Though, Chris and you were more like brother and sister. He didn't want you to come alone here, he knew Joe would be here.

After all, you both shared the same group of friends.

" Now you look really nice" Chris complimented you. You rose an eyebrows with a small snort, " Thank you Christopher, so nice of you to say" his nose twitched as the usage of his full name. But it's the hand around your waist and tugging to his side that caused Joe to see red. He had his jaw clenched and his nose flared up.

What was this? You were moving on already? Who was this?

" You look like your ready to pop, Joe" he heard one of his friends say to him. But those words went in one ear and out the other. Joe was furious looking at your so called date. How dare you?

He turned finally to the woman that left her red lipstick on his cheek, smiling at her. But it wasn't real. It didn't match his eyes.

" You look stunning" he says to her, wishing he said these words to you instead. She giggled, with a hint of red added to her cheeks waving him off. You gritted your teeth hearing the giggling and watching as Joe turned his attention to her.

" Calm down, he's not worth it" you bite down on your bottom lip wishing it was easier said than done. " Yeah" you nodded finishing your drink. The room felt really stuffy and you needed some air before you said something you'd regret. Your heels clicked on the floor as you headed out the door. Joe watched as you left your date side as he placed his drink down and goes to follow you, a hand stops him.

" She's not worth it" the woman he is familiar with, with a shook of his head he ripped his arm out of her grasp. " Not your decision to make" he follows you out to door, the air hitting him like never before as his eyes roam looking for you.

You were looking up at the night sky when someone sat by you. Your body froze as the familiar scent hits you. It's him. Couldn't he picked a better spot to sit than next to you.

" It's lovely out, isn't it?" he asks. You scoffed, looking away not wanting to hear the sound of his voice but yet, here he was wanting to talk to you.

" Yeah" you answered.

He turns his head towards you. His feet tap against the ground as his fingers tap against the bench you both are sat on.

" You look nice" he says. You rolled your eyes.

" I know" you responded, short.

" You know this doesn't have to be like this" he says motioning between you and him. You turned your head meeting his gaze. Your was cold and distant and his was filled with hope.

" Like what? Like nothing happened? Hm? That you didn't lie to me when she meant nothing to you" his eyes closed shut as your voice rose louder.

" You're going to cause a scene" he says. " Lower your voice" you chuckled.

" Then leave" you motioned to the door, " go back to that hag." He raises his eyebrow and smirks.

" You're jealous" he says. Yes, you were jealous, that after all this time he was the one that came to this thing with her. He didn't call you. He didn't try to talk to you until now.

" What do you want, Joseph?" you asked, tone filled with hurt. He moved over that your knee touched his.

" I want us to the way we used to be" his hand reached out for you, palm facing up in hopes you would put your hand in his.

" Things can't go back to the way they use to be. You didn't chose me, I was the second girl. You never made me a choice" his face dropped as he shook his head.

" That's where your wrong, I do choose you" you wanted to reach out to him and speak when Chris came out the back door looking for you.

" There you are, I thought you left without me" Joe glared at him as he shifted away from you.

" Is he bothering you?" he points to Joe. Joe's jaw clenched as he gripped the seat tighter in his hands.

" No. Chris-" Joe cut you off as he stands up adjusting his jacket.

" Good to see you Y/N" he offers his hand to Chris, " Joe" Chris knitted his eyebrows as he shook hands with him, " enjoy my sloppy seconds." He tapped Chris on the shoulder as your mouth dropped open hearing him.

" Excuse me?!" you shouted.

" Oh" Joe turned around placing a hand on his chest, " didn't mean to offend you there Y/N, but you know two can play your game." He points to Chris. " Good luck with her, your going to need it. She's quite the fox."

Joe left you standing there with Chris, as the only thing you saw was red.

[augustslippedavvay]

the only heaven i’ll be sent to is when i’m alone with you (eddie munson)

masterlist ❈

summary: you find your parents' old camcorder in the attic while helping them clean out some of your childhood things. they let you have it - and you immediately take it over to eddie's place. author's note: the original a/n from MONTHS ago on this was ‘this is quite literally the smuttiest thing i have ever written in my life and i need y’all not to look at me differently after you read it okay please thank you’ can you imagine if i had known then what i know now...rip finished this puppy up in front of a youtube video of a fireplace with a playlist of hozier’s sexiest songs going if that tells you anything about the vibe !!!! also handheld camcorders were invented in the early 80s but don’t ask me the timing of nothin for one to be considered ‘old’ in this LMAO this is all vibes nothing has to make sense!!!

also, pee after sex, dweebs

pairing: eddie munson x f!reader word count: 4,444 (cwaaazy) warnings: pwp, alternate universe: canon divergence, no spoilers, if you are a minor avert your eyes or i will avert them for you

also cross-posted to ao3 okay love you bye xoxo your comments and reblogs are appreciated but not required i will love you all the same i hope u like !!!! <3

all characters are 18+ these are 18+ activities minors pls do not interact my eye is twitching as i write this 

You can’t wait to show Eddie what you had found.

Palming the camcorder, you ease yourself out of the driver’s seat of your car and slam the door, trudging up the front steps to the trailer and stopping directly under the porch light. Three quick knocks to the storm door and you hear the recliner in the living room squeak, the footsteps of whoever had risen now walking across to let you in. The door to the Munsons’ trailer opens, a familiar face waiting on the other side.

“Hey, darlin’,” Wayne says, smiling at you. He opens up and steps back to make room for you in the doorway. “I was just gettin’ ready to leave. He’s in his room, come on in.”

“Thanks, Wayne,” you say, squeezing his arm and slipping past him.

“What’ve you got there?”

You glance down at the camera, holding it up between the two of you so he can get a better look at it.

“I found it in my parents’ attic. They used it for, like, one family vacation a few years ago, then got sick of it. I was thinking Eddie and I could record some videos of him playing covers on his guitar, somethin’ like that.”

Wayne nods but doesn’t comment further, only smiles that barely-there smile of his and tells you there’s a few frozen meals for you and Eddie to pick from, help yourself to anything, what’s ours is yours, you know that, and to be good, before he walks out the front door and locks it behind him.

You practically skip down the hall and into Eddie’s room without knocking, and he yelps, sitting up abruptly. He’d been laying on his bed smoking a blunt, knees bent and one leg tossed over the other, swinging to the tune of “Rock ‘n’ Roll Rebel.”

“Wayne let me in. He just left for work.”

“God, knock much? I’m indecent!” Eddie scoffs, the joint hanging from his mouth while he talks.

You eye his shirtless form, the way his shorts have ridden up on his thighs, and snort, shutting the door behind you. You close the distance between the two of you and lean down until your face is level with his. “Nothing I haven’t seen before, Munson.”

Eddie rolls his eyes at you and pulls the blunt from his mouth, pressing a sweet kiss to yours before rising and making his way over to his turntable to switch out the record from Ozzy Osbourne’s Bark At The Moon - his favorite - to Songs From The Big Chair - your favorite - and turn the volume down significantly, too. You watch him, the way the muscles in his back shift when he leans over to put the Ozzy record back in its place in his record bin, his soft, messy hair falling over his shoulders in a way that makes you want to pull it all back into your hands and kiss him dizzy. 

“You’re starin’, sweetheart,” Eddie says, looking over his shoulder at you and smirking. He ashes and then drops the joint on a nearby plate.

You shrug, but the twin smile on your face betrays you. “You’re indecent.”

Eddie snorts and walks over to wrap his arms around your middle, the opening to “Shout” playing softly. He kisses you gently for only a moment before pulling away, face splitting into a grin when you bring one hand up to push his beautiful hair back from his beautiful face. 

“Hi, baby.”

“Hi,” you mutter, smiling back at him, your eyes roving over the freckled planes of his face. You feel your stomach dip, the familiar ache in your chest that comes every time you think about how much you love him. You can’t help it; you’d missed him, despite the fact that you’d seen him just the day before, and the day before that, and the day before that. The amount of relief you feel to be back in his arms after only a short time away from him is kind of embarrassing, honestly. 

“What’s this?” He purses his lips and his gaze falls from your eyes to your mouth, then down to the camcorder you’re still holding in your left hand. You watch his face and hold it up a little higher.

Eddie takes it from you and steps back a couple paces, as far away from you as he can get in his shoebox bedroom. He opens the deck of the camcorder and smiles when he sees it’s not empty.

“This tape blank?”

You nod and twist your hands together in front of you, your face slightly flushed, watching him push the deck back into place and inspect the camera more closely. The smile on his face turns into a smirk and he looks back up at you with a shake of his head, squinting slightly. 

“What are you thinking we do with this, baby?”

“Dunno,” you murmur, closing the distance between the two of you again. You put your hands on his sides, rubbing your fingers along his hip bones, exposed where his shorts are riding low around his waist. “Was thinking maybe we could put on a show?”

Eddie’s face flushes and his head falls back slightly, his exposed throat bobbing when he swallows. “You’re serious?”

Nodding, you press forward and hook your fingers into his waistband, slotting your mouth against the hollow of his neck gently.

“Fuck, I love you,” Eddie groans, leaning back and capturing your lips in a searing kiss, one big hand cupping your cheek and the other hooking around you, the camera still secured in its grip. He pulls away and shakes his head at you incredulously, then repeats, “Fuck.”

You grin at him and let him pull you in again to press his forehead against yours before releasing you.

“Here, we can, uh,” he says, looking around the room frantically. He holds up one finger, then hands you the camera. “Hold that thought.”

Eddie pulls open his bedroom door and rushes out into the hallway, returning just as quickly with one of the folding metal chairs Wayne keeps in the living room in his hand. You watch as he sets it up at the end of his bed, then spins around to grab a couple of the books that he keeps on his bedside table, setting them on the chair until the stack is level with the height of his mattress.

You get the general idea of what he’s trying to do, so you walk the camcorder over to him and turn it on, handing it to him when it powers up, and he immediately turns it on you.

“Smile, sweetheart,” Eddie says, and you laugh and hide your blushing face behind your fingers. He brings one of his hands up in front of the camera to wrench yours down, capturing the arousal and nerves painted across your face, then turns it on himself and sticks his tongue out. “Let the fun begin.”

Eddie bumps his hip against yours and you move closer to the end of the mattress, watching him set the camera up so that the lens is angled right towards the head of his bed. He turns and pulls you to him so that the two of you are in front of the camcorder, easing his face forward until it’s inches from yours.

“Put on a show, yeah?” Eddie smiles against your mouth, pinches your chin between his forefinger and thumb in order to angle your face up slightly. You nod, brushing your mouth against his gently before moving to press kisses against his jaw and up to the spot right under his ear that drives him crazy. Eddie groans and you giggle, biting at his skin slightly, when he squeezes the tops of your arms in protest. 

“Fuck, you don’t know what you do to me, baby.”

Eddie slides his hands down the length of you, pops the button on your jeans, and then grips the fly, inching it down slowly. You wrinkle your nose at him and he shakes his head, muttering, “Patience,” when you reach a hand down to try and unzip your jeans without his help. He tugs at it gently, pulling your hips closer to him, before undoing it all the way and gripping your ass under your jeans, pushing them off of you until they pool at your ankles. 

Pausing for a moment, your boyfriend angles his head in the direction of the speakers mounted above his bed frame. “Are there bagpipes in this song?”

You laugh at him, lean your forehead down to press against his shoulder. 

“Seriously, how have I never noticed that before?”

You shrug, open your mouth to tease him for it, then squeal when he turns you around abruptly so that your back is to the camera. Eddie squeezes your ass once before giving you a hand and helping you step out of your jeans.

Eddie backs away from you and sits down on the very edge of his bed, then pushes himself until his back is pressed against the headboard. The heady look he gives you, patting the bed right in front of his lap, has the butterflies in your stomach inching even lower. He leans his head back and looks up at you from under half-closed eyelids. “Come take a seat, baby.”

You hesitate only briefly before you begin inching toward him, crawling across the bed when your knees finally hit it. Eddie grabs your waist when you get close enough and helps you maneuver to seat yourself right in front of him, your back pressed to his chest. You can feel the warmth of his bare skin through your thin tee, a flush creeping up the back of your neck.

“Looks like we’re framed perfectly,” Eddie says, smirking, right against your ear. You glance up at the mirrored lens of the camcorder and find that Eddie’s positioned it so that the two of you are visible, but only from your chin down. He brings one hand up to tuck your hair behind your ear and presses a kiss to the side of your head, the other hand coming to sit on your thigh. “You look so good, sweetheart. Can you spread your legs a little for me?”

You nod and let him gently push your knees apart so they’re flush against his legs. He starts to trace lazy circles onto your inner thigh and brings the other hand up to push your tee shirt up and over your tits.

“You’re so pretty,” he murmurs, cupping one breast and kneading it, watching as your chest stutters on an exhale when he pinches your nipple between two fingers. “You’re so fucking pretty.”

Eddie continues to roll your nipple, his other hand pulling up to slide along the hem of your underwear, and you settle back further against him, exhaling slowly through your nose. 

“That’s it, baby,” Eddie breathes, kissing the side of your head again. His voice is so soft that you wonder if you’d know what he was saying if you couldn’t feel his breath against you. “Relax.”

You smile while Eddie continues to trace the skin of your stomach, dipping every few seconds just under your panties, enough to make you clench with want, before pulling his fingers back out, laughing when you whine softly every time. He works you up until your cheeks are rosy hot with want, and you feel him smirk against your hair. 

“Eddie,” you breathe, practically begging him to do something, anything, so he finally, finally, dips his hand lower, until he’s cupping your warm cunt through your cotton panties. You bring your hand up to grip his forearm, squeezing when he starts to move his hand in slow circles.

“Patience, baby,” Eddie reminds you, adjusting the two of you so you’re leaning back a little further. “Let me make you feel good.”

“Okay,” you agree, your head rolling to the side, eyes closing when you feel your cheek press against the bare skin of Eddie’s bicep. He continues his ministrations, watching the rise and fall of your bare chest eagerly, your shirt having ridden up under your chin.

“Should we get this off of you?” Eddie asks. You nod and lean forward just far enough to allow him to remove the offending garment, the tips of his fingers grazing against your bare skin in the process. 

As soon as he has it off, he cups your cheek and turns your face so that he can angle his upward to capture your lips in a sweet, slow, lazy kiss. You hum into his mouth, the combination of sensations - his hand between your thighs and his tongue sliding against yours - enough to overwhelm you. When you pull away from his kiss and lean back against him, your bare skin rubs against his, and you shut your eyes at the feeling.

His fingers continue to work at you over your panties until you’ve devolved into a writhing, sighing mess, soaked through the fabric of your underwear and so, so sensitive to his touch. You hardly remember the camera is there, but Eddie does, widening the circles he’s making over you until even you can hear how wet you are. After a moment, he eases his hand up and under the front band of them.

“Can I take these off, too?”

“Please,” you murmur, and before you’ve even gotten out the full word Eddie is pushing his fingers further into them and pulling them straight off, tossing them to the floor. He spreads you wider than you were before, easing you even further down his chest, this time bringing both hands down to tease at your cunt.

Eddie clicks his tongue, breathing in deeply through his nose, then pushes two fingers through your slit to tease at your entrance.

Eddie’s hand leaves your cunt and you whine softly, but then he’s pressing them against your mouth to get you to open wide. You part your lips just enough for him to slide two fingers onto your tongue and push down onto it. You moan around the digits as he slides them in and out of your mouth once, twice, before pulling them out and bringing them right back down between your thighs.

“So wet,” he murmurs, almost absentmindedly, his cheek on top of your head, staring down at where his fingers disappear between your thighs. He groans at the way your skin already glistens. “This all for me?”

One of his hands is teasing your thigh, while the first two fingers on the other circle your clit, not quite making contact, but the ghost of his touch is enough for you. You try to remember a time you’ve ever felt so…pliant, and your eyes flutter shut. “All for you,” you say, nodding, head loose on top of your neck, “mhm.”

Your cunt makes an obscene noise when he finally slips a finger in, and Eddie groans and leans his forehead against the back of your neck. “God, I hope the camera picked that up. Gonna be getting off to that sound until I die.”

You squirm a little at his words and clench around his fingers. Eddie lets out a breathy laugh.

“You like it when I talk to you like that, huh?”

“Y-yes,” you pant, leaning your head back and angling your mouth towards Eddie. He obliges you with a smirk and presses his lips to yours, letting you slip your tongue into his mouth. You whine against him and he pulls away.

“You like when I tell you how pretty your pussy sounds?”

You bite your lip and nod, and Eddie chuckles again. His finger presses upward until he feels your thighs tighten around his wrist, your hips working themselves down into the mattress. “Eddie, please, yes, just like that, fuck.”

“Fuck,” he echoes, letting out a breathy moan of his own, “you sound so fucked out already, baby, I love you.”

Eddie presses his mouth to your shoulder and dips another finger inside of you, biting down on your soft skin when you cry out. You wriggle your hips, bring one hand up to grasp his bicep and let out a breathy moan when he begins to curl his fingers in and out of you. Eddie runs the first finger on his free hand through your slick and sets a gentle pace rubbing circles over your sensitive clit. 

“God, you’re so wet, baby, did I really make you this wet?” You don’t answer him right away, so Eddie pulls his fingers out of you and gives you one light slap on your soft, aching cunt. You gasp, hips canting forward when he does it again. He swiftly replaces his fingers, pressing them back inside of you, soothing the sting.

A few moments pass with only the sound of your labored breathing and Eddie’s fingers easing in and out of you breaching the otherwise silent air of the room. You start to tremble a bit under his touch, a slight sheen of sweat coating your forehead.

 “That feel good, baby? Huh?” Eddie coos, watching your hips roll against his fingers, pushing upward into his hand so he grazes that spot inside of you that has your eyes fading backwards into your head.

“Yes, Eddie, fuck, it feels so good. Please, please, Eddie, please,” you huff, his fingers stretching you out, the tips of the fingers on his other hand circling your clit, and he smirks.

“Please what, baby?”

“I’m - fuck.”

Your head is spinning and the thoughts you’re trying to muster are starting to collide with one another, making it impossible for anything coherent to come out of your mouth, and he starts to laugh when he realizes that you’re –

“Are you coming already?”

You cry out, your thighs shaking around him. He laughs, again, right into your ear, the feel of his breath against your already-sensitive skin causing your back to arch taut against his front. “I’ve been touching you for ten minutes, if that, and you’re coming already? My needy girl.”

He stops his movements and you think that you could cry, right about then. You think you could hit him. “God, can’t have you coming that fast.”

Your thighs press together around his wrist, but he doesn’t budge. “Please, baby, please don’t stop, I’m s-so close, I–”

Eddie clicks his tongue, smiles against the side of your face. “Well, angel, since you asked so nicely–”

And then he’s moving again, both fingers shoved inside of you as far as he can reach, fucking you as fast as he can, pressed right up against the spot that makes you scream.

You gasp and see stars, you start to come so hard, and now you’re begging him to stop touching you, to stop, stop, “Eddie, it’s too much, please,” and even when you collapse back against him, he doesn’t.

Eddie’s unrelenting, and when you move your hand down to try to pull his from between your legs, he grasps your forearm and tuts. “Do that again and I won’t touch you for a month.”

You huff a sigh and pull your hand away, easing it under your thigh for good measure. Eddie snorts and murmurs, “Good girl,” before getting back to it, quickly working you into another orgasm, which has you writhing and crying out, whining so loud that he thinks about stuffing your underwear in your mouth so his neighbors don’t call the cops. 

Even then his hands don’t stop their torment.

“Give me one more, baby,” Eddie murmurs. Your head is tucked under his chin, your back pressed flush to his chest. Eddie can feel your hair where it’s starting to stick to his neck.

“Can’t,” you cry, your thighs tensing the more pressure he puts on your clit, so hard they’re almost cramping. 

Eddie shakes his head, mussing the hair at the top of yours. “Yes, you can. Know you can. Come on, sweetheart, you want to come for me again, don’t you? I want you to come again, don’t you love to give me what I want?”

He knows that’s your kryptonite. You always want to give him what he wants, and you can feel how much it turns him on pressing into you. He hesitates for a moment when you fall uncharacteristically silent, and he worries he’s pushing you too far, but then you reach one hand up behind your head, fist clenching in his hair, and turn to look at him.

“I wanna come on your cock, Eddie,” you whisper, tears in your eyes, and you sigh when you feel a groan rumble through his chest, feel him twitch against your back. You take that as your sign to shift forward, and Eddie lifts your hips, guides you onto your stomach, until your face is pressed into the end of the mattress.

You can hear him fumbling with his sweat shorts, so you push your hips back towards him until you feel his hard cock pressed up against your cunt. Eddie gasps at the feeling, grips your waist with both hands and edges forward, bringing one hand down to guide the tip of himself into you if only slightly.

“This okay, sweet thing?”

You nod, and Eddie leans forward to gather a fistful of your hair, careful to keep his hips from canting forward into your heat. His lips press against the shell of your ear. “Gotta use your words for me, baby.”

“Yes, it’s okay,” you whimper, and he leans even further down to press a kiss against the side of your head in thanks, tugs lightly on your hair until you cry out, but not in pain.

Biting down on your shoulder just harshly enough to have you hissing at the ache, the memory of his teeth against the same skin earlier almost overwhelming, Eddie pushes his hips forward. The hot pressure of his cock dragging inside of you until he’s fully seated, his pelvis firm against the swell of your ass, has him fisting the sheets below you, eyes rolling backward into his head. He groans, then laughs softly into the side of your neck.

“You feel so good, sweetheart. Grippin’ me nice an’ tight.” Eddie’s voice is breathy, his words slurring, almost, at the feel of you clenched like a vice around him. He gives a few tentative, shallow thrusts, and you’re so sensitive, thighs trembling, that your own hips press forward into the mattress in an attempt to escape him.

“Where do you think you’re goin’, hm? Thought you wanted to come on my cock,” Eddie whispers, letting go of your hair and winding his arm around your waist, holding you in place. 

“I do, Eddie, please, and I – fuck,” you whisper, turning your head to the side to breathe deeply through your nose when he starts to pick up his pace. He’s bottoming out inside of you each time, his thrusts not fast or harsh enough to hurt, but enough to know it could. It feels so good. “Eddie, come inside me, baby, please, I need it.”

Eddie groans, long and thick, in response, using one knee to knock yours out further so he’s able to thrust into you what feels like even deeper than before, if that’s possible. The noises coming out of you aren’t moans at this point; just the air being pushed out of your lungs as he fucks you so hard you think you might break, and Eddie’s making up for it by whispering the filthiest things you’ve ever heard in your life right into your ear.

“You good, baby? Hm? God, what, am I fucking you so good you can’t even tell me how it feels? Fuck, sweet girl, are you gonna come for me again? Gonna come on my cock?”

Your eyes squeeze shut as your third orgasm of the night sneaks up on you, a fire consuming you from the inside out. Eddie grunts out, “Fuck, your cunt,” then huffs out a whine and spills inside of you, his chest pressed flat against your back. You both lie still for a moment, his cheek pressed to your shoulder, willing the stars out of your eyes.

Pulling out of you as gently as he can, Eddie eases himself onto his knees, running one hand briefly across your bare back, his touch fleeting. Your breathing quickens at the feeling and you try to glance at him over your shoulder.

“Eddie, I -”

“Need a minute, baby,” he whispers, eyes closed, as he sits back on against the headboard. You glance over your shoulder at him from where you still lay on your stomach. “Just one second.”

“The camera’s still rolling,” you say, voice hoarse, and Eddie chuckles. 

“Let it,” he responds, planting a hand on your bare calf, his thumb rubbing your skin slightly. “Let it go.”

You hum and close your eyes, content to just lay there, bare, listening to Eddie’s breathing even out.  “You falling asleep on me?”

“Yep,” Eddie whispers, and you laugh. He slides down the headboard until his head hits the pillow, then curls onto his side. “You wore me out.”

You snort. “You wore yourself out. I’ll wake you up in the morning.”

“Come up here, though,” Eddie murmurs, running a hand down the comforter in front of him.

“Oh, I’m the one who has to move? You just made me come three times, my legs are like jell-o, Eddie, I can’t move.”

Eddie makes a sound that’s almost like a whine, and you huff a sigh, turning slightly so that you can ease up the bed and collapse next to him. 

“One of us should really get up and turn that camera off,” Eddie murmurs, and you smack his chest. He chuckles and winds his arms around you, tight, kisses your head. “The record player, too. I didn’t take it too far, did I?”

“No, Eddie, you know I loved it. Want me to get the light?”

“Nah, leave it. I’m only teasin’.” He groans low in his throat and squeezes you, twines one of his legs through yours. “Love you, baby.”

His sex-worn voice, laced with sleep, has you smiling softly. You watch his face start to relax, your heart aching in your chest, then press a chaste but affectionate kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Love you, too, Eddie.” 

That’s an understatement, really.

You hear his breath go quiet once more, and think he’s fallen asleep for real, until he whispers, “I can’t wait to watch that back,” into the space between your open mouths. 

God, you couldn’t agree more, you think, pressing your thighs together subtly.

[localemofreak]

Bad Idea!

(Eddie Munson x fem!reader)

Based on the song:

Bad Idea! - Girl In Red

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Story: you are remembering the "special" night you had with Eddie last night when you were both drunk and now you are wondering if you regretted it.

‼️Warnings‼️: reader is popular, mentions of smut, little bit of angst, drinking, good ending, etc. (if I forgot anything please tell me)

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The sun was shining through a small window and you woke up to the sounds of birds chirping.

As you glanced around you noticed you were in somebody's bed- it definitely wasn't your bed.

As you let out a small tired groan, you could feel how your head was pounding- and you didn't even know what happened last night.

You brought your hand up to your head and tried to shuffle in the bed when you realized there was somebody next to you.

It was Eddie Munson.

You just seemed to be frozen in shock as you looked down at him- he was still sound asleep as he had his arm swung over your waist.

You were just looking at his naked feature as the blanket covered him from the waist down.

As you laid there frozen you looked at all the tattoos he had and couldn't help but admire them a little bit before shaking your head and slowly sitting up.

You were confused on why you were here- then it all just clicked.

"Oh shit-" You whispered to yourself, your eyes wide as you continued to look down at him as he snored softly- it being slightly muffled thanks to the fact his face was basically shoved into the pillow under his head.

"Nobody can find out about this, it will ruin everything. " You told yourself in your head.

You had to get out of there- there was no way you could wait for him to get up and try to act like everything was normal in front of him.

You just slowly managed to move his hand off your waist and carefully climbed out of bed.

As soon as you got out of the bed, you quickly grabbed all your scattered clothes and put them on as quietly as you could.

You didn't even have time to put on your shoes, you just grabbed them and started slowly walking towards the door.

While trying to stay as quiet as you could, you heard shuffling on the bed and heard a muffled groan- your eyes just widened, knowing Eddie was waking up.

You didn't waste another second of being there quickly ran out the room and out of the trailer hoping not to be seen.

"I just slept with Eddie Fucking Munson- oh my god." You whispered to yourself, just in complete shock while swiftly making your way home.

As soon as you got to your driveway, you quickly ran inside and up the stairs to your bedroom- thank god your parents left for work.

You went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror at yourself- Jesus Christ you were a mess.

Your hair was all messy and your makeup was smeared, you just let out a sigh as you looked at yourself and all the marks on your neck.

"I need to jump in the shower. You mumbled quietly to yourself.

You started the shower and took off all your clothes, quickly jumping in and instantly starting to wash yourself off.

While you were in the shower you were thinking about last night- It all came to you.

Eddie and you had gotten to know each other recently thanks to his friends finally making him grow the balls to talk to you- and he decided to invite you over since he secretly had a massive crush on you, and he's had one since middle school.

You accepted the invite obviously because it was a Saturday night and Eddie was a nice guy if you got to know him.

Let's just say you and him had a few drinks and some things led to another- then boom, you woke up in his bed, naked, right next to him.

As you stood under the hot water, you were thinking about everything.

As you truly thought, Eddie was not truly bad...

What if you enjoyed it?.. Wait? No! You couldn't! He was the school's freak and you were one of the most popular kids in school.

"I should have just never went over there." You muttered to yourself washing your hair.

While washing off your body you closed your eyes, imagining Eddie's figure over top of you.

How his tattoos glistened with his sweat, how his hair fell perfect in front of his face as he thrusted into you- and his smile.

Oh his smile! It could light up a room, it was just so contagious that even thinking about it, it caused you to smile softly.

As soon as the thoughts came, they quickly went away while you shook your head.

"Y/n get your head out of your ass- it was a complete mistake." you thought to yourself- all though you wouldn't mind it being a regular thing..

As you fought yourself in your own mind, you leaned against the shower wall and sighed, just quietly freaking out because how are the school freak and one of the most popular kids in school supposed to like each other?!

Guess you will just have to wait until lunch tomorrow at school.

-time skip-

You were in the lunch room sitting at the table with the jocks and cheerleaders talking to Jason.

You felt eyes piercing on you so you looked up and saw Eddie burning a hole through you with his eyes.

You had been trying to ignore him all day, but now it was impossible.

"Follow me." He mouthed to you as he got up and walked out the lunchroom.

You furrowed your eyebrows slightly and glanced around at your table, seeing how nobody seemed to give a shit or even notice you as they were all too busy talking about basketball.

"Umm I will be right back." You told Jason as they all just seemed to shrug you off.

You instantly got up and quickly followed Eddie into the empty hall, confused as you glanced around the empty hallway.

Once you got to the end of the hall, Eddie yanked you into the janitors closet and closed it.

"What the- what the hell Eddie?!" You told him as he quickly moved his hand over your mouth to shush you, also quickly turning on the light.

Your eyes were wide as you looked up at him, sounds muffled to a hum thanks to his large hand over your mouth.

That's when you realized how close you two were, and how tiny the closet was that he pulled you in.

"Want to talk about what happened between us?- I can't keep pretending like nothing happened." he said, a soft look in his eyes as he looked down at you.

As Eddie slowly moved his hand off your mouth, you sighed and looked down at your feet after a moment of looking into his brown eyes.

"Not really.. I kind of want to forget about what happened-" you said, playing around with your fingers awkwardly as you kept your gaze down.

You could hear him sigh and slowly glanced up as he backed away a little bit so you two weren't super close.

"I can't though y/n- it made me realize something.. something about us." He said looking at you while crossing his arms on his chest.

"I think it was just a bad idea-" You told him but cut yourself off, letting out a small breath as you looked up at him nervously.

"-I love you y/n." he said quietly looking at you, just blurting it out.

You looked up at him, into his eyes before sighing as you moved your gaze back down at your feet.

"I do too, but Eddie- we can't be together, you know that." you said quietly while bringing your gaze slowly back up to look at him.

You could just see the sadness in his eyes as he looked down, nervously playing around with the rings on his fingers as he stood there silent for a moment.

"-why?…" he whispered and you could just tell their was tears pooling in his eyes by the slight quiver in his voice.

You slowly walked over to him and put your hands on his cheeks to make him look up at you, his sad gaze meeting yours.

"I don't want people to hurt you.. just because of me." You whispered, not even realizing your eyes were watering.

Eddie just put his hands over yours and looked into your eyes, gently running his thumb up and down your hand.

"It doesn't matter what they think y/n.. if we want to be together then we can be together- to hell with them if they say otherwise." He said with a small sniffle, deciding to crack a little smirk to try and make the mood better which made you let out a little giggle.

"So?." Eddie hummed while looking into your eyes, a hopeful glint in his brown doe eyes.

You gave a little grin before leaning in to give him a soft but passionate kiss.

Both your eyes slowly shut as his hand moved to gently rest on the back of your neck, pulling you into the kiss more as he leaned in slightly.

After a moment you decided to both slowly pull away and look down into each other's eyes, your hand resting on his face and his hand resting on the back of your neck.

"I love you Eddie." You muttered with a smile which made him crack a smile.

After a moment of just kissing in the janitor's closet, you both decided to head back to lunch so nobody would go searching for you or him.

Eddie grabbed your hand and pulled you out the closet, glancing around to make sure nobody could see you both leaving the closet and start assuming things- which you couldn't help but giggle at as he looked back at you with a cheeky grin.

As soon as he saw that the coast was clear- Eddie brought you back into the lunchroom, then brought you over to the Hellfire table.

You could feel the dirty looks you got from Jason and his friends but you didn't care- as long as you had Eddie you were totally fine.

[icallhimjoey]

Midnight kiss with Joseph on New Years

ok babe, so @mybffjoe and i had one of those conversations where we just added onto a fantasy until it quite literally became a full fic and it kind of fit this request, so EVEN THOUGH its not in time for NYE, i hope you enjoy! Wordcount: 2K

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So Unlike Yesterday

part one - part two

"Move in everyone, get in here with me," you called out over the music, held out your arm and saw people move to get their faces into your selfie. You stuck your tongue out, closed your eyes and held the shutter button down to take fifteen pictures in one second.

"Cute!" you called out before you'd even seen the pic.

But it was cute. You in the forefront, pretty, glass of your own weird mixture of alcohol in hand and a gaggle of your girlfriends behind you, all dressed in shimmery sleek outfits.

It was a picture you would absolutely post onto Instagram, but the reason you'd taken it was to send over to your family, your friends - your entire contact list if you were honest. You threw a NYE filter over top, wrote a generic 'happy new year' message underneath and, at 11:40pm, pressed send.

You instantly got replies. Especially your family members were quick to respond.

You also received a pic from a friend who was in the room with you, and it was a pic of you, on your phone. You laughed and gave her the finger. Downed your drink. Threw yourself into the singing that was happening to ABBA's Dancing Queen, until you saw your phone light up again.

Your new boss.

You opened the text and were met by a picture of... people you absolutely didn't know. And they'd absolutely mimicked the picture you'd sent; a guy holding his phone, arm outstretched, tongue out, eyes closed, drink in his other hand. And in the background, other guys, all posed in the same ways your friends had posed, facial expressions and all.

Then three flickering dots.

"Happy new year! Who is this?"

Wrong number.

You'd put your new boss' phone number in manually the day before, for the job you were going to start on Monday, and either your boss was very cool and had great humour, or you'd messed up the number. Probably the latter, as you didn't recognise any of the people in the photo, but you weren't going to risk it.

"did I not just text the coolest boss in the world ever? who will definitely not fire me before I've even started?"

It took a second, and you waited in panic, breath held, palms sweating, which one of your friends noticed.

"What's up?" she asked.

"Wait!" you said, held a finger up as another three flickering dots appeared in your text thread that held a name above it that you hoped so hard didn't match the phone number you had just received a photo from.

Another photo popped up.

The same guy who'd done your pose in the other picture, now just his face up close, nose scrunched up, one eye closed, mouth pulled up into a thin smile.

You sighed, let your shoulders drop, so very relieved. You definitely had just typed in the number wrong and had now texted a random person a photo of you and your friends at a New Years Eve party.

"omg so sorry, wrong number! but cheers!" you replied, and then, turned your phone to let your friend see.

"Shit, that's hilarious!" she said, taking the phone from your hand and showing someone else, zooming in on the pic of the guys, then swiping to have a look at yours.

"Look at this!" your phone got passed around.

You needed another drink, you realised you mouth was dry after that very brief high-stakes scary situation.

"Send back the same pic!" someone suggested when they'd swiped onto the close up selfie of the guy, and before you could even think of doing so, your friend who held your phone exclaimed, "He's typing! He's typing!"

Another pic of the same guy, his phone at a bit of a distance and holding his drink up too close to the camera to have it in focus. He was very clearly drunk. The pic had text attached, "Cheers! What's your poison?"

"Who is he?" someone asked.

"I don't know!" you made a face at your phone as you opened your camera and sent back a pic of your empty glass.

This was fun. You'd had enough to drink to indulge yourself in this weird back and forth for a bit.

Three flickering dots.

"what was in that"

You took a second to look around the room, spotted a friend who still had her glass full and walked over. You held her wrist, got your camera to focus on it and behind it, she ducked her face down into frame and smiled.

Perfect shot. You sent it back, and wrote "apple pie cocktail".

"shit" is all you got in return, and it made you giggle.

You scooped up your empty glass and took it to the kitchen. You really did want another, and the clock was ticking down. It was going to be champagne flutes in a bit, but ten minutes felt too long to be without a drink and having smelled the one your friend was still nursing, you really did fancy another.

Your phone buzzed in your hand before you even got to place your glass down on the kitchen counter.

"looks good, whats in that"

Could you just... Facetime him? Call him and show him? A friend joined you in the kitchen, opened the fridge to fix herself a drink too. "He wants to know what's in an apple pie cocktail," you said, and because she wasn't a mindreader, she started listing all the ingredients.

No, that's not what you meant.

"wait ill show you" you replied in a text and then, because you weren't a total creep, waited half a minute before you Facetimed the person that was listed under your new boss' name in your phone.

He answered immediately.

The room he was in was just as loud as the party you had going, and where you had your camera flipped so he wasn't able to see your face, his face was VERY close to the screen.

"Okay, so," you got straight to business, speaking loudly into your phone to make yourself audible over the music. That's not how technology worked - you could've spoken at a normal volume into the mic and the stranger would've heard you just fine, but you'd been drinking, and this was a weird situation you had found yourself in.

"Glass," you showed your empty glass on the counter.

"Glass!" he repeated after you, and you chuckled. He heard, smiled in return.

"Apple cider." you used your free hand to slide a bottle of Magners into frame.

"Apple cider!"

"Vanilla vodka."

"Vanilla vodka!" he repeated again.

You saw how someone else had joined him, recognised the face as one of the guys who'd imitated one of your friends in the group photo he'd sent. Both their faces were only half in shot, far too close to the phone, very obviously just watching you and not caring about what they looked like to you, what image of themselves they were sending out into the ether.

"What's going on?" the other guy asked.

"She's mixing a drink." you could barely hear them over the music playing at both parties.

"She the one from the photo?"

"Yea, she's hot,"

You pretended you didn't hear that.

"Fireball whisky."

"Fireball whisky!" they repeated in unison now, and made you laugh once more.

"And ice!" you finished, opening the freezer, doing your best to keep it all in frame for them to see as you got an ice tray out.

To actually make the drink, you decided to flip the camera and show yourself. You placed the phone down against the backsplash and showed them how you put the drink together. You'd tapped your own little screen to switch them so you could see what you were doing, to make sure you got it all in frame for them. A friend joined you, bent down to get into frame as she sipped her drink, stared real close at your phone for a second before asking, "Are you live?"

"I'm Facetiming... these, random guys?" you laughed. This was so weird, very random.

"Joe!" he'd heard you.

"I'm Facetiming Joe, making an apple pie - you want one?"

It was all chaotic, you were mixing drinks for you and a friend, talking through it, had people come in and out of the kitchen who started collecting champagne flutes from cabinets because midnight was getting real close now. Joe asked where you were, and you each explained you were at friend's parties, somewhere in London, and you joked, oh my God what if you were at the same one? You saw Joe rush into the kitchen at his party, and you laughed. Or what if you were real close to each other? You were seriously both in London? What a weird coincidence! On Joe's end he was talking to other people too, looking down at his phone, it was mostly the top half of his face and the ceiling that you got to see, but he would laugh, move around a lot and have sips of his drink.

"Ok that's it! Bye!" you said suddenly, finishing the drink, grabbing the phone and bringing your own face more into view.

"Wait!" Joe said before you could hang up on him.

"Taste test!" he requested, and, you weren't lame, so you brought your glass up to your mouth and took a sip as you brought the camera in close.

You could see Joe move in even closer to his phone screen too.

"S'that good?"

You copied him, but moved your phone so close, it was just your mouth showing now.

"Yea it's fucking good."

"Countdown!!" you heard someone yell at Joe's party, and nearly at the same time, you were called into the living room by your friends for the countdown too.

You didn't hang up.

Just took Joe with you as you joined your friends. You saw Joe do the same.

It was all linked arms, or arms draped over each other's shoulders and more people had their phones out, filming, taking pictures and Facetiming the people that hadn't been able to make it. You blended in just fine with Joe. It was just a funny stranger on your phone instead of your mum. Surrounded by your favourite people, buzzed from all the drinks you already had and unable to stop your giddy giggles, this really felt like the best way to ring in the new year.

You started the count down, and you were both shouting numbers into your phones. The friend next to you laughed when she saw what was happening, thought it was so funny too that this random dude was now part of your circle in this moment.

Then, when the clock struck midnight, you both saw how Joe leant in to kiss his phone. You laughed, turned your phone more to show your friend who scrunched up her face, but then reached and pushed your hand that was holding your phone to your face.

You kissed your phone too.

Joe only just managed to catch it as he moved back before you did, and couldn't hold back his own giggles.

"Happy new year!"

"Happy new year!"

Someone handed you a flute of champagne, and you cheersed your glass to your phone before flipping the camera and making your way onto the balcony with everyone else to watch the fireworks.

Joe did the same, except he was out on the street, holding his phone up towards the sky, and in some weird romantic turn of the strangest events that lead up to this moment, you watched fireworks together. Said things like, "Ooh those ones are my favourite," when you saw the specific ones that sparkled after exploding up high in the air, and Joe could've sworn, could have absolutely sworn, just for those specific sparkly fireworks, that you'd both seen the same ones.

You had to be close.

Had to be.

The new year had only just started literal minutes ago, and already, it seemed like the best fucking year yet. Nothing like the year before. So unlike yesterday. Yes, this year was going to be better, Joe thought, as he listened to your marvels through the phone.

Happy fucking new year indeed.

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Player Zero (mini series)

ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴍᴇᴛᴀQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ᴄʜᴏᴏꜱᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ — ᴀ ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀ ꜰᴀɴ — ᴛᴏ ᴛᴇꜱᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠɪʀᴛᴜᴀʟ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ (ᴠʀ) ɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀꜱ ᴠᴇɢᴀꜱ ꜱᴘʜᴇʀᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏᴍᴇʜᴏᴡ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟ ꜱʜᴏᴡ.

pairing: eddie munson x reader x joseph quinn

disclaimers: 18+, psychological thriller, blood, violence, sexual themes, reader interacts with the st characters, eddie falls for reader who goes by “zero/000, player zero”, reader’s gender identity isn’t specified but does have a vagina, unintentional plot divergence, upside down exists, vecna/001/henry exists, everything is basically canon until reader shows up… 😳, joseph quinn cameo at the end

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I Need A Favor ...

Eddie Munson x Reader (she/her)

This is the first real story I have ever written and I'm really proud of it and I wanted to share it with you all. Please give me ALL the feedback!!

Synopsis: You're a virgin and you want to have sex before you turn 23 but the only person you feel that you can trust is your best friend.

Oh also, in this Eddie refers to reader by their last name a couple of times which is the (Y/L/N)

Warnings: SMUT and Kink!! This piece is intended for 18+ only.

Word Count: 5.5k

We had been friends since we’re 13. I honestly considered Eddie to be my closest friend of everyone. We both had childhoods that weren’t so great and we were always able to bond over that unlike most people in Hawkins who came from a wealthy two parent home. 

Eddie and I always had a “thing” for each other but it just felt like we could never get the timing right. He always had someone he was seeing or vice versa. There was a VERY brief time we tried dating our sophomore year of high school but we just weren’t at the same place mentally and it was clear that neither of us needed to be in a relationship at that time - after all we were just kids. Though we had a failed romantic relationship, that had no effect on our platonic relationship. 

Even after all this time I still considered him to be my closest friend. He was always there for me, no questions asked. In my heart I couldn’t help but wonder if we tried again, would it work this time ? Twenty something’s who are mildly established and semi know what we want out of life.

I pushed that thought to the farthest part of my mind as there was something else that was bothering me that I really needed to address. You see, I’m still a virgin. I’m twenty two and the most I’ve ever done with a guy is make out. It’s not that I don’t want to have sex, I just haven’t felt that any guy I’ve been with I can trust enough. 

Sex is about exposing your most vulnerable parts and there wasn’t one single male I could think of that I trust enough to do that with … except Eddie. 

So I hatched a plan and hoped for the best. I was going to ask my best friend to have sex with me. You know, like a favor ? It was strictly sex. No relationship and no strings attached. He was free to be with whoever he wanted to and so was I. This was literally just about sex. Nothing more, nothing less. 

A couple of weeks passed before I found myself able to work up the courage. We had mutual friends and that evening the whole gang of us were together. We had a movie night at Eddie’s trailer as we tend to do at least once a month. 

The movie ended and one by one each friend left. As I had anticipated, it was just me and Eddie. I needed him all to myself so I didn’t have to worry about anyone possibly hearing and completely ruining everything. 

We sat on the couch together. I was sitting with my legs crossed and a pillow in my lap that I had been fidgeting with for almost ten minutes now. Eddie sat across from me with his legs sprawled out while his feet pressed into my legs. 

“You seemed a little off tonight." He questioned while staring at me squinty eyed. “Is everything okay ? Not like you to be so quiet.” 

I continued to stare down at my fingers while I fidgeted with the pillow. I wasn’t sure I could look him in the eyes while talking about what I wanted to. 

I let out a light sigh. “Uh-  yeah, no I’m good… but there was something I was hoping to ask you about. It’s been on my mind and I’m a little nervous to be honest.” 

His face immediately started to look concerned. He sat up from his lying down position so that he was now sitting cross legged style staring directly at me. I could feel his gaze. He was trying to assess me and figure out what I was talking about. 

“Oh okay? Well .. the floor is all yours (Y/L/N).” 

I finally got the courage to look him directly in the eyes. My palms were sweaty and I could feel a burst of energy hit me. Adrenaline had kicked in and it felt like it was working overtime. I stood up so I felt less restrained. 

“You see…” I began to pace slightly around the living room. 

“We’ve been friends for what ? Like ten years now ?” I started. “I consider you to be my best friend. Someone I can trust no matter what. Someone I know who will drop everything they’re doing to be with me if I needed you.” 

I looked up and now his face was extremely puzzled. He had undone his legs from the crossed position so that his feet were resting on the floor. He leaned forward with his forearms resting on his knees as he began twisting his rings around which is something I know he does when he’s nervous. 

“Well I need a favor... You know my birthday is in a couple of weeks and it got me thinking. I’m about to be a 23 year old virgin.” 

At this point I was absolutely terrified to look at his face but I knew I needed to. I wanted him to know that I was 100% serious. 

His eyebrows were now furrowed as if he was trying to pick up on where this is going but he had no luck. 

I continued on, “I know that you’re a bit more experienced than me about that topic…uh .. sex that is.” Come on (Y/N) keep it together here you thought to yourself. 

“Well to just come out and say it… I was uh.. hoping that you could do me the favor of being my first. I just want to get it over with so I don’t have to think about it anymore. And I don’t want a relationship and I expect nothing from you in return. Our relationship would remain exactly how it is right now- absolutely no strings attached. Just a one time thing and I completely understand if you don’t want to.” I felt as if I was starting to ramble now. 

His face at this point was unreadable. His confused face had left and he seemed much more relaxed now but I didn’t know if this was a good kind of relaxed or bad kind of relaxed. 

Was he trying to figure out how to get me to leave ? Did he think I was absolutely psychotic ? 

My face was red hot at this point. I was more embarrassed than I had ever been in my entire life. 

He sat there with no response still. His lips were pursed together as if he was thinking about something.

Probably how absolutely insane I am for asking this. 

“You know what? I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have asked you this. I don’t know what I was thinking…” I trailed off and turned around to grab my purse and see myself out. “I’ll just go. I'm sorry.” I blurted out again. 

I turned back around, purse resting on my shoulder and shoes on my feet. I wanted to run for the hills at this point. My heart was racing and all I could think about was how I just ruined my longest friendship. I just wanted to go home and cry. 

Before I could leave he stood up. Staring at me for a moment with an expression that I could only describe as lustful. I felt like my body was paralyzed. I couldn’t move or speak at this point. I just needed him to say or do something. Literally anything. 

Without any words he walked over to me and stared down into my eyes. As if he was assessing to make sure this was what I wanted. His eyes burned into mine. 

He wrapped his left hand around my neck, intertwining his fingers into my hair so that he had a controlling grip while he placed his right hand at my hip. Before I could process the whole situation, I felt the warmth of his soft lips graze over mine. Almost like he was teasing me before he firmly pressed onto me. 

It felt as if our lips were perfectly in sync with each other. This wasn’t our first kiss though. Eddie very courageously asked me to slow dance at our Sophomore year Homecoming to which he used the opportunity to slyly get a kiss. Of course there were other kisses too during the time we tried dating but none of them compared to this. No, nothing like this one at all. 

It felt like there was a fire between us. Like I was starving for more than he could give me. Like I needed him more than ever at this moment. 

I snaked my arms around his neck so he knew to keep going. With every press of our lips I could feel the heat rising in my core. A spark had been ignited and I had no intention of putting it out. 

He pulled away gently and it prompted me to let out a gasp. I hadn’t expected it. He let out a chuckle and flashed me that grin that could make me melt. Especially right now. 

“Easy girl. I need to breathe too.” He spoke softly. 

I know he said it as a joke but I couldn’t laugh right now. I was so lost in my desire for him that all I could think about was what I wanted to do to him… what I wanted him to do to me. 

I pulled away some, trying to clear my head a little bit. My heart felt like it was going a mile a minute and I needed to catch my breath. 

“Well …? Is that a yes ?” I let out quietly after a moment. 

“Oh was that answer not obvious ?” He laughed again and walked closer to me to fill the small gap between us. 

“I would love nothing more than to be your first. Frankly, I’m quite honored… and I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about this moment countless times” 

My breath hitched in my throat. I almost felt drunk. My ability to speak suddenly felt inhibited. All I wanted to do was find the nearest bed and rip his clothes off immediately. The thought of his bare body alone made me wet. 

I smiled up at him not knowing what to say next. He took my hands into his and stared down at me. 

“Are you sure this is what you want though?” He asked while squeezing my hands gently. “I wouldn’t want you to regret it and I’m not ready to lose my best friend.” 

My smile faded. “Eddie, you are the only man I have ever trusted. The thought of losing my virginity to anyone else just doesn’t seem right… I love you.” I breathed out. 

He gently bent down and kissed me again but this time he wrapped his arms around my waist and hoisted my body upwards so that he was now carrying me with my legs wrapped around his torso. He never broke our kiss while doing so. I let out a quiet squeal not realizing he was going to grab me like that. 

I had forgotten how soft and warm his lips were. All I could think about is how they would feel on my body. I envisioned him planting small kisses all over me. 

There I go feeling the wetness in my panties again. 

Before I realized it, he had carried me to his bedroom, kicking the door behind him so it shut. He broke our kiss to sit me down on his bed. 

I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He didn’t say a word as I watched him make his way around his room searching for something. 

“Ah!” I heard him say. I watched him grab a small purple bottle and foil packet from his top dresser drawer. 

“It’s been a while since I’ve needed these.” He said as he walked back over to me. 

He threw the purple bottle down which I now recognize to be lubricant, along with a condom. He discarded the band tee he had been wearing all night and threw it on the floor behind him.

 I had been watching him so intently. He leaned down in front of me so that he was now on his knees in between my legs. He gently touched my thigh through my jeans and looked up at me. 

“Can I take your clothes off for you?” He asked. 

My mouth felt like the Sahara desert at this point. It became hard to speak so instead I just nodded at him. 

His ringed fingers found their way to the hem of my blouse. He gently tugged upward at the material. My torso slowly becoming exposed as he pulled the shirt off me. 

He threw my shirt in the pile with his own and then simply continued to kneel in front of me without saying a word. I didn’t know what he was doing but all I could think was that he had changed his mind after seeing me so exposed.

 I began wrapping my arms around my waist but before I could he grabbed my wrists.

“No. No, please don’t.” He stammered. “I want to see you. All of you.” 

He released my wrists and I unwrapped my arms so that they were now sitting at my sides. I had worn a black bra with a white lace trim. It was the only one that I had matching underwear for and I figured if there was going to be one occasion I would wear this for, this was it. 

He raised his hand and started tracing the lace. “Tell me if you start to feel uncomfortable at all.” He said. 

I nodded again while watching his eyes slowly drift over my body. My skin was so on fire at this point that his touch felt like a cold ice cube melting over me. 

Once he finished tracing the lace on my bra his hands moved downward to the button on my jeans. He slowly released the button and began unzipping. I laid my body back so that he could easily remove them.

The pants joined the floor pile of clothing. 

He seemed surprised at the fact that my underwear matched my bra. A very good surprised though. 

“You wore these.. just for me ?” He asked while his fingers began tracing the lace on my panties. His finger dipped lower and lower. I could feel his graze starting to reach my core. I simply nodded at him for a third time. 

His face was so concentrated at this point. I wanted to know what he was thinking but I was too afraid to ask. He then cracked a smile. 

“Excited are we?” He asked. Oh.. he must have felt the repercussions of what had happened in the living room. My face must have turned red because he seemed to have known I felt embarrassed for it. 

“No no. Don’t.” He shushed my thoughts. “This has to be one of the greatest compliments I’ve ever received.” He said while letting out a laugh. 

My lips pursed and I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself. 

“Come here.” He said while motioning his index finger for me to come toward him. 

God all I could think about is how good that finger would feel inside of me. 

I was sitting back up again on the edge of his bed practically naked. I couldn’t believe this was actually happening. He wrapped his hand around my chin and pulled me in. I don’t think I could get enough of his lips, I thought to myself before being cut off by the sensation of his fingers running over my clit. I accidentally moaned into his mouth. Fuck that felt amazing. 

“Mmmm..” he hummed as he pulled away. “Does that feel good? I need you to tell me what you like, baby.” He asked damn well knowing that it felt good. 

I nodded once more. 

“No. You need to say it.” He spoke again while running his fingers over me.

I began breathing heavier. “Yes.. that feels so good. Please don’t stop.” 

He smiled clearly liking that answer. “Oh I had no intention of stopping my love.” He said while rubbing over me once more. 

I felt like I could combust right there and then. My legs were almost shaking and I couldn’t think straight. I never wanted this feeling to end. 

His head dipped to nudge my chin so that he could kiss my neck. Oh my weakness. 

His hands moved upward and eventually found their way to my back. He fidgeted with the clasp of my bra for a moment until it snapped open while still placing kisses on me. 

He got my bra off so quick that it made me wonder, how many times has he actually done this before ? I pushed that thought to the back of my mind. This is no time to be wandering off. There was a job to be done. 

I held onto the front of my bra for a moment before letting go. I felt so nervous suddenly. This was it. I was literally about to bare it all to my best friend. Eddie was about to be the first man to ever see me naked. 

Though I trusted him more than anything in this world, I still couldn’t help but feel scared. I felt like the last piece of my “childhood” was about to disappear and then just like that, I would be a full fledged woman. 

He must have noticed my slight hesitation as I clung to the straps still. 

“It’s not too late to say no.” He spoke. “I can leave this room right now if you want to get dressed and go home.”

This sentence alone reminded you why you loved him as much as you did. He cared about your well being so deeply and wanted to make sure he could do everything in his power to make sure you felt comfortable and safe. 

You grabbed his hands that were now sitting carefully by your knees- your bra barely hanging off your shoulder. “No.” You spoke. “I just needed a moment. I’m okay. I’m more than okay actually. Please don’t stop.” You slid the straps down your arms and discarded it with the rest of your clothing. Just one piece of clothing now standing in the way of you being completely naked. 

He leaned forward again to push you to lie down. He hovered his body over yours, continuing to sprinkle you with soft kisses. First your neck, then your collar bone, then he kissed down in between your breasts. The feeling was incomparable to anything else you’ve ever felt before. 

Your thought was disrupted when you felt his tongue glide over your nipple while his fingers tweaked the other. 

“Ohh” you let out. You never knew how good it could have felt to have your nipples played with. You threw your head back just a little to bask in the sensations you were experiencing. 

You needed more but you didn’t want him to stop what he was doing so you carefully moved your hands from your side and began touching yourself. 

This wasn’t something you were unfamiliar with by any means. You masturbate all the time, but this was different. 

You felt the fabric of your underwear and it was absolutely soaked. You pressed your fingers onto your clit with just enough pressure to make you let out a moan. It was at this point Eddie realized what you were doing. 

“Oh. You like this, huh? Are you touching yourself for me baby?” He cooed into your chest. After kissing your neck once more he moved back onto his knees like he was prior. He swatted your hand away and began kissing your thigh upward. 

Oh god. This was just as you pictured it before. 

“Your skin … is so soft ..” he murmured. You felt a jolt of electricity run through you. God he was a fucking tease. His hands ran up the sides of your legs eventually stopping at the waistband of your underwear. “May I?” He asked oh so politely. 

“Eddie please. Rip these off me already.” You basically moaned out. You didn’t have to tell him twice because before you could process it the last piece of your clothing was gone. This was it. This was what you’ve been waiting for. 

“I want to make you cum now if that’s okay ? Since it’s your first time you likely won’t from penetration.” He asked me through thigh kisses. 

He was definitely right. I don’t think I’ll enjoy the actual sex part itself but oh my god the rest was pure ecstasy. 

“Yes. Oh god yes I need to cum.” You moaned out. 

You heard him whisper “fuck” to himself before making his way to your glistening pussy. His hair tickling you along the way. 

He kissed your clit and then pressed his lips into the side of your upper thigh.

“Baby please. I feel like I’m gonna cum just from foreplay. I need your mouth. Please.” You were practically begging him to eat you out. You didn’t even care how desperate you might sound. You needed that release. 

“Yes my love” he simply responded and before you knew it his tongue had dived into you. His mouth was completely enclosed onto you. You could feel the gentle sucking and flicking he was doing to your clit. He would take turns between sucking and tongue fucking you. 

Your fists clenched into the blanket you laid on. Your head thrown back as far as you could possibly go. “Oh-my..” you spit out. “I’m gonna- c-cum” You felt almost embarrassed for the way he had you wrapped around his finger. He barely had to work for your orgasm. Eddie moved his arms up your body and you suddenly felt the coolness of his rings graze over your nipples and that was it. You were done for. 

With your mouth agape you couldn’t talk and you couldn’t move. Eddie felt the pulsation on his tongue as he finished you off. This had to have been the longest orgasm you ever had. 

After your body started to settle, Eddie kissed you clit once more and snaked his body upward so that he was laying on his side next to you. 

Your eyes were shut while you tried to steady your breathing. You could feel him staring at you but you were too relaxed to care. You were coming down from the greatest high you’ve ever felt. 

You opened your eyes after a few minutes and looked over to him. He was still watching you, taking everything in. 

“I’m sorry.” You barely we’re able to speak. “I didn’t think it would happen so fast… my god you can do wonders with that mouth.” 

He just smiled and laughed. “It’s a gift I suppose.” He said. 

You felt curious in the moment. “Can I .. taste?” You asked him. His face not quite knowing what you meant. 

“Uh well I mean can I kiss you ? I wanna taste it.” He seemed shocked and super turned on at the same time. 

Without speaking he leaned in and kissed me. Dipping his tongue onto mine. Letting me really get the whole thing. “Mmmm” I moaned. He released me. 

“You are full of surprises (Y/L/N). I wish I could get into that head of yours and know exactly what you’re thinking right now.” 

I looked away and smiled. “I'm thinking why the hell it took me so long to work up the courage to do this.” And laughed. 

We laid there in silence for a couple of minutes before speaking again. I wanted more. I felt like I couldn’t get enough of the feelings he gave me. I needed to know what else he could do to me. 

Without saying a word I rolled over and straddled him. My pussy pressing into his lower abdomen. He would probably have a trail of juices from me once I move off. I didn’t care. In fact it excited me more. 

I ran my hands through his chest hair first and then casually worked my way up to his face, leaning down and pressing my lips onto his. 

I could feel his hands grab at my ass trying to push me into him harder. His hips began to push upward into me. The pressure from his jeans on my clit made me feel like I could burst again at any time. 

My hands tweaked at his nipples while we kissed. He moaned into my mouth signaling to me that he liked that. I pulled away and moved his hands from my ass so that I could move myself down. Now sitting on his thighs I was in a perfect position to get what I wanted. 

“Tell me something ..” I spoke. “Why the fuck are you still wearing pants?” I asked as partially a joke but also partially serious. I wanted to see his cock. I wanted to know what he tasted like. 

He seemed surprised by my advances. At this point I didn’t care though. I felt no reservations about what we were doing. 

“Be my guest.” He said while gesturing towards the zipper. 

I undid the button and slowly pulled down the zipper suddenly feeling the heat rise inside me again. I could feel how hard he was getting through his pants. He lifted his lower body so that I could pull his clothing off. Once I removed his boxers, his cock practically sprung outward to be set free. 

“You see what you do to me?” He asked. 

Fuck I wanted him so badly now. The way he talked to me just made me drip more. I couldn’t control myself. I felt ravenous. 

I had never given a blowjob before so I wasn’t sure where to start. He must have been reading my face because he leaned up some and said, “Hold the base while you lick the tip. Once you’re comfortable you slowly take in more. Don’t push yourself though.” 

I felt so intimidated by his size. To be fair I didn’t have any experience to compare it to but I’ve watched enough porn to know he was sizable. He was what I would classify as an average length, however his width was twice the size I expected. 

I moved from his body to get down on my knees in front of the bed just like he had for me. He stared down at me, studying my every move. I pushed myself up and grabbed the base just like he told me to. I barely touched him and he had already let out a grunt. 

“Tsk tsk Munson. Getting excited already ?” I teased him like he did to me. 

“Can you blame me ?” He asked while continuing to watch you. 

You let your tongue slide right over the slit. It tasted a little salty. You explored the head of his cock with your tongue a little more while cradling his balls. It looked like guys really liked that in porn. Based off Eddie dropping his head a bit while I was doing it, I think they were right. 

After getting a feel for the taste I began to bop my head lower on to his shaft. Girls make it look so easy.. I already wanna start gagging. I didn’t though. I held it in as much as I could. 

Eddie began getting more excited as he began to push upward for me to take in more.

I watched his body move slowly up and down while he fucked my mouth. This was so hard but watching him enjoy it was worth it times a thousand. 

“Fucking fuck” he let out. I thought about making a joke about his language but I didn’t want to disturb his pattern. He was enjoying it so much and I felt as if I could cum from just watching him enjoy himself.

“Baby are you sure you’ve never done this before ?” He asked through unsteady breaths. 

I took him out of my mouth but continued to use my hand to glide up and down on him, using my saliva as a lubricant. 

“You’re my one and only.” I told him while placing gentle kisses on his thighs. 

“If you want me to cum during sex you need to stop. I don’t think I can take much more.” He said while pushing his hair from his now very sweaty forehead. 

I did want him to cum while we fucked. I wanted to watch him cum inside me. The thought alone made me press my finger back onto my clit. 

“I want you inside me Eddie. I need you. Now” I breathed. 

He lunged his body forward and grabbed me by my waist, throwing me onto the bed. 

Leaning over me he slid his hand onto my neck so that I was staring right at him. 

“If I hurt you or if you don’t feel comfortable - Any reason at all you need me to stop, tell me. I want this to be all about you. Okay ?” He asked. 

“Yes okay.” I said. He kissed me hard before moving down towards my hips. I watched as he leaned over to grab the lube and condom. It was like watching an artist paint. You couldn’t help but find it fascinating. The way he moved was so slow yet precise. He was so beautiful. 

The sound of the foil being undone snapped you back to reality. You watched as he rolled the condom onto his firm cock. He squirted just a little bit of lube into his hand and stroked himself with it. 

“Okay my love. I’m ready. Are you ready?” He asked while examining my face to make sure he knew I wasn’t lying. 

“I’m ready. I need you.” You blurted. 

He spread your thighs as far as they could go and used his fingers to massage your opening a little bit in hopes of loosening you up. 

You felt the tip of his cock at your entrance and braced yourself. He leaned down over you, now hovering your mouth with his own. 

He pushed himself into you just a tad but enough for you to gasp loudly into his mouth. 

It hurt. It hurt a ton. But you didn’t want him to stop so you tried your best to suppress the pain. 

“Keep going.” You murmured. 

He had been waiting for the green light to keep going. 

He bucked his hips further into you. This may have been the most painful thing you’ve ever felt in your whole life. It began to be too hard for you to mask your emotions. He was only about half way inside of you but  it felt like much more than that. He sucked on your neck as he pushed just a little more. 

You were thankful he couldn’t see your face right now. You let out moans but not the good kind- he didn’t need to know that though. I wanted this- I just needed to get through the discomfort. “Keep going.” You whispered. 

“Fuck- oh fuck.” He quietly moaned out into your neck. “You feel so fucking tight. I could cum right now.” 

This felt like the best opportunity to let him. As much as I wanted it, I needed it to be over soon. The pain was starting to become almost unbearable. 

“Cum for me Eddie. Give me all of you.” You let out into his ear. That was all he needed. 

He pushed himself all the way into you and you both began to cry out for two different reasons. Through the pain you watched him cum inside you. 

His face was gorgeous as he let go. The noises that left his lips I wish I could hear over and over again. 

His head fell into my chest and rested there for what felt like years. Time just stopped and you never wanted it to start again. 

He slowly came back to life and lifted his body enough to pull out of you. He removed the condom and disposed of it before coming back to bed. 

I just laid there in silence, basking in all my glory. 

Eddie laid next to me with his arm wrapped around my waist. 

“Well are the reviews in yet?” He asked with a grin. 

I rolled to my side so that we were both looking at each other. 

“I can honestly tell you that it was the best I’ve ever had.” I said before we both laughed. 

“Hey I know I said that this only needed to happen one time but … I was kinda hoping maybe we could do it again sometime …?” You asked in a hopeful tone. 

He smiled and leaned up to kiss me. “How about right now ?” He asked before climbing back on top of me.