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whoahoney · 2 years

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A Special Surprise

Eddie Munson x Tomboy!Reader

Summary: Reader surprises Eddie by wearing lingerie for him… for the very first time ever.

Content Warnings: fem/AFAB reader, allusions to reader being into women, mature themes (18+) fluffy & sweet sex, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), lingerie, use of camera during sex, use of recreational drugs, light choking, mentions of degradation and pet names, Eddie refers to himself as daddy

A/N: 1k celebration oneshot for me and you 🥰😘

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Eddie Munson is obsessed with his girlfriend.

He’d never really had one before, but he knew he had the best one. He’d found the girl for him.

They’d met in a bar Corroded Coffin was performing at one night, Y/n asked Eddie if she could buy him a drink after their set, to which he replied “I’d love nothing more, sweetheart.”

Y/n wasn’t the type to hit on guys, let alone going out of her way to do so, but she knew Eddie was special, and when she noticed he didn’t have a hoard of girls swarming him after he left the stage, she felt confident enough to shoot her shot.

They’d been inseparable ever since.

Eddie loved her easy going style and personality. She wasn’t the type to dress up too much, though she did enjoy makeup every now and then. But when it came to her wardrobe she kept it pretty modest and tomboyish.

He’d never change anything about his girlfriend, ever—she was perfect, but he would be lying if he said he’d never pictured her in girlier things from time to time.

One night while they were getting ready for bed, he observed her changing into her usual big tshirt and boxer shorts—a sight he loved to see, especially if she was wearing some slouchy warm socks on her cute feet. She searched for her stray sock somewhere around the room, bending over and looking under the edge of the bed when she found it resting on top of a stack of nudie and lingerie magazines.

She raised her eyebrows and froze for a moment, unsure of what to do. Eddie left to brush his teeth and she seized her opportunity. After pulling her sock on, she flipped through the first three magazines briefly—she couldn’t help but wonder what Eddie found appealing outside of her.

Eddie had always made it sound like Y/n was his “type”, as if she were the picture of his dream girl, which she was. But his magazine collection said otherwise. All the girls on the inside of the covers were done up to the max, sex appeal dripping from everything they wore and did.

Y/n returned the ladies to their rightful place and flopped on the bed to get comfy and think. It wasn’t like she was upset, or jealous, she found the girls extremely attractive too, and the thought of Eddie jerkin’ it to fancy lookin’ ladies like those was a fun thought to save for later.

But she couldn’t help but want to know how it felt to wear something like they did and to see Eddie’s face when she did it. Every one of those girls looked like they oozed confidence, embracing their divine femininity—something she’d struggled with her entire life.

The idea was tabled when Eddie walked back through the door five minutes later, leaping onto the bed beside her to wrap her up in a cocooning hug.

He stuck his face in the crook of her neck and pressed messy kisses to the area, making her shriek in delight. “Eddie! That tickles, cut it out!” She managed through the laughter. “Sorry, babe, can’t hear ya.” He mumbled against her skin as he worked his way on top of her.

“C’mere, you.” He grumbled and dropped all his weight on top of her, wrapping his arms underneath her and pulling her flush to him and a yelp from her lips. “You drive me crazy, baby!” He growled next to her ear as he burrowed his face in her hair.

“Is it the NASCAR shirt? Is that what’s doin’ it for you?” She teased, turning to face him and burying her fingers in his hair as he huffed a laugh against her neck before pressing a kiss to it, “Baby, everything you wear revs my engine, especially when you’re not wearing anything at all.” He teased, sticking his tongue out between his teeth as he leaned up and pulled the hem of her shirt over her head.

A week later, Y/n decided the night she stayed over at Eddie’s would be the night she’d play dress up for him. She’d gone to the lingerie store in Indianapolis during a day of shopping with friends, and bought four little outfits to wear for him.

Y/n decided to keep it simple, opting for babydoll nighties and matching pantie sets of different fabrics and colors. The set she chose for this evening was a deep green silk that fell around her mid thigh, the back laced and tied closed with a silky string that was easily rendered useless with a simple pull.

Y/n would wait until Eddie was out of the shower to do her makeup and change. Her hair hung loose around her in curls, the handiwork of Nancy, which she kept up in a clip most of the day.

Eddie flopped on the bed with a content sigh, hugging her pillow to his chest and breathing deeply to take in her scent and wallow in it. She chuckled to herself and rounded the corner to hurriedly get dressed.

She quickly shrugged out of her day clothes and pulled on the silk slip, admiring the way the matching panties looked when the hem of the dress raised up and how the silk accentuated her pert breasts.

She lightly smudged on some eyeshadow and applied mascara, opting out of lipstick this go around. Y/n noticed her quickened breathing and took care to center herself, resting her shaking hands on her chest and breathing deeply.

‘It’s just Eddie.’ She affirmed, smiling at herself in the mirror remembering he'd be ecstatic when he saw her. She adjusted her hair one more time and exhaled slowly before turning the door knob and walking out into the bedroom.

Eddie laid on his back, a book obscuring his vision from her. “Hey, baby?” She asked in a voice barely above a whisper. “Yeah?” Eddie looked up and then dropped both his book and jaw at the sight of his girl in the doorway. The silk garment hugged the curves of her body perfectly, the neckline dipping oh so deliciously between her breasts.

“Jesus H Christ, Y/n.” He mumbled, scrambling to his feet to approach her, the space between them already too much. He held his hand out hesitantly as if she were art he wasn’t meant to touch. A smirk bloomed on her lips at his wandering and wide eyes, his dramatics making her blush.

“Baby, what is this?” He asked, dropping to his knees in front of her, still unsure if he should give in and touch her or if he should sit and admire her. “What do you mean?” She asked knowingly.

“You always look like a goddess, there’s never a moment you don’t. But right now, my love, oh my god. It’s—It’s a lot, you know? This green on you, I could just explode. You’re so beautiful, c-can I touch you?” He asked, scrambling to his feet and examining her face and hair as he reached for her hands and placed them on his face and chest desperately.

“Come and get me.” She mumbled, leaning into him. Eddie took no hesitation and wrapped his arms around her, hoisting her up and over to the bed to toss her onto the end of it. She landed with a flop, the hem of her skirt raising up with her landing and exposing the lace thong in the same color.

“Oh, you’re gonna make me bust before I even get to touch you. Look at your pretty little panties, baby! Are they for me? Is this all for me?” He asked—crawling over her predatorily with his eyes blown out, a crazed and hungry gleam in his eye.

“Of course it is, honey. Do you like it?” She asked, feeling indulgent and pulling the hem up until it pooled around her belly button and her panties were visible for inspection.

“Christ,” He sighed hopelessly at her clothed cunt and adjusted her legs to bend at the knees so he could touch her how he wanted, caressing the backs of her thighs and calves first and then planting wet and sloppy revelling kisses on the insides of her legs.

“Oh, princess, you smell divine.” He moaned as he inched closer to her heated core. “I never thought I’d feel so torn between getting you naked and leaving your clothes on.” He chuckled as he came up to meet her lips with his.

She moaned into his lips, delighting in the way he talked about her. “I wanna take these little things off and give this sweet pussy the lovin’ she needs.” He massaged her breast generously as he spoke against the skin of her collarbone.

“Not until I get to see you, baby.” She whispered in his ear, Eddie taking the opportunity to rid himself of his shirt and pants, leaving him in only his briefs. He kneeled at the end of the bed, his hand over his clothed cock as he gazed at his girl hungrily.

“I wanna look at you for a minute,” he whispered, palming himself through the briefs. Y/n bit her lip and grinned at him, now understanding why girls took pictures in things like these. She glanced over to the desk beside his bed and spotted the two rolled joints he prepared for them to enjoy after sex, and on the shelf above, his Polaroid camera.

“Mind if I smoke a bit before we get started, baby? It won’t take long.” She promised, knowing damn well he’s railed her with a blunt between his lips before.

“Oh, honey, I wanna watch you do everything in that little dress of yours.” He said eagerly with a twinkle in his eye, resting on his stomach with his hands propping up his eager face.

Y/n giggled and sat up, plucking the lighter and smoke from their place and laying back lazily to spark up. She laid with her knees bent, Eddie making himself comfortable by hovering between them, his stare lingering as she inhaled deeply, expanding her ribs and chest.

“Aw, man, if Mary Jane was a person, she’d look like you do right now.” He sat in awe, watching the cloud of smoke escape in thick plumes from her lips. “Can I take your picture, angel?” He asked quietly, his eyes wide with want.

She nodded and bit her lip, her heart fluttering when he leapt from the bed to fetch the camera from his shelf and looking at how much film he had left. “Perfect.” He said to himself, a smile set on his lips as he looked at her sexy frame sprawled on the bed.

She took a long slow drag, her eyes never leaving his. She smiled when she noticed him bite his lip in anticipation, “Could you put your arm behind your head like that? And—here lemme..” he reached out to fix her hair to lay around her lazily, then trailed his fingers down to the strap on her shoulder. His eyes flickered to it then her, a question in his gaze.

Y/n giggled as she took a toke and nodded behind the joint. Eddie smiled and stuck his tongue between his lips as he took down both straps and pulled down one side of the dress until her tit was almost out, nipple pebbled in the cold.

He couldn’t resist palming and tweaking it, telling himself that’d be the extent of it but then he leaned down and took it into his mouth with a groan, pulling it out and sucking it between his teeth to make her whine. After swirling his tongue around it, he released it with a pop, “Such a pretty girl..” He spoke to himself. She steadied herself by taking a hit, her eyes blissfully pink and glossy, her head already warm and fuzzy.

“Take a good slow drag, nice and thick… There we go, baby, hold it, right there.” Eddie said quietly with the camera up to his eye, raising up on his knees and towering over her to get the perfect angle as she looked into the lense with a heavy lidded stare and the joint ablaze between her lips.

She loved the thickness of his thighs between her legs and the tent he was pitching for her shamelessly. It took everything in her not to nudge it with her foot or lean forward and grab it with her hand and take him right there, but Eddie wanted his photo session and he was gonna get it.

The flash went off once, Eddie catching the picture it spat out and set it on the table next to them. “Okay, baby, exhale for me.” He said, positioning the camera again but reaching out to pinch her nipple fast and hard so he could get a shot of her face wrinkled up in a moan as the smoke curled out of her open mouth.

He caught the second picture and set it with the other, “Shit, I’m so excited to see these, honey, you’re stunning, like—like my own little doll or something, like—“

“Like your girls in the magazines under the bed?” She asked with a blissed out grin and a playful lip between her teeth. Eddie froze, sitting back on his calves. “Holy shit, you saw those? Baby, I can explain—“

“No, no, no, Eddie, it’s hot. Like, so, so hot… to see what you look at…I know you like me. Fuck, I know you love me. I know you can’t get enough of me, but I wanted to—to wow you, to knock your socks off, to give you something for you to think about when you visit your little ladies under the bed, you know? And now, with these pictures.. I dunno, it’s exciting.” She shrugged with a blush, feeling shy behind the joint she puffed.

“Oh, baby… my perfect girl..” His gaze trailed down her body and back to the space between her legs that was now covered by the green silk that draped between her thighs as she sat. Eddie carefully slid his hand up the expanse of her thigh and let it disappear under the fabric around her hip; pushing the hem back up to fall around her waist. He stroked the skin around her panties making her shiver and rock her hips involuntarily into his touch as sparks rippled from her core to the rest of her body.

“Now that I know how fun it is to dress up for you I dunno if I can stop here..” She preened, biting her lip as his eyes lit up. He stroked her inner thigh and set the camera to the side.

“Oh yeah? What’s next?” He took her hand and kissed each of her finger tips, taking the last into his mouth and licking slightly before nipping at it.

“Y’know, dresses, skirts, cropped shirts, low cut sweaters, maybe a tube top in the summer?” She said coyly looking at his rings, rotating a couple of them as she spoke. Eddie’s eyes softened at her words, “Baby, you know you don’t have to change for me, right? I—I love your style, I love your baggy shirts and converse, just cause the magazines are all—“

“No, Eddie, you don’t understand.” She said, sitting up to get rid of the distance between them. “Those clothes are my safety, yeah, they’re comfortable, I like them. But you make me feel so confident, and sexy, god… you make me feel like..everything and I wanna embrace that part of myself now, finally.. starting with this.” She said, putting his ringed hand on her throat and leaning back into the pillow.

“I want this one to have your rings in it, if that’s okay.” She asked softly as Eddie climbed up eagerly to grab the camera. “Oh, yeah, baby, but uh—“ he unclasped his hand from her throat to free her breasts, pushing the top of the dress down to her waist. “There, perfect.” He whispered, placing his hand back where it belonged.

It didn’t take him long to find the angle he wanted, capturing her lips and chin in the frame with his ringed knuckles directly below, his forearm directly between her pert breasts that shined in the flash.

The realness of the situation hit Eddie with another wave of heat rushing to his cock that he palmed through his shorts. “Oof, baby.. okay, time to get rid of these pretty little things—need to see her.” Eddie said, hooking his finger under the stretchy lace and tugging down lightly until she obliged him and raised her hips.

The sudden air exposure sent a shiver down her back, the little kisses he planted on the inside of her thigh sending an extra jolt to her stomach before she laughed lightly around the joint.

Eddie stretched out at the end of the bed on his stomach, slipping his shoulder and arm under her hitched leg to resume his affections.

“Eddiee…” she groaned quietly, smoke escaping her lips as she did. Eddie’s eyes darted up to hers as he moved his lips at an achingly slow pace up her thigh. When he didn’t answer or move closer, she knew he was going to take his sweet time until she was a pathetic begging mess.

But tonight she was going to challenge it.

“Baby, I wanna hear you…” he said in an almost whine, another surge of pleasure sent to her core. Y/n gasped, closing her lips around the joint, sucking a thick cloud of smoke into her lungs to set before she leaned forward and jerked Eddie up by his throat, something that caught him delightfully by surprise based on the moan that came rolling out of his mouth as she connected their lips to blow the delicious cloud into him.

Eddie wrapped his arms completely around her, pulling her to him and turning it into a sloppy kiss, easily. Y/n set the joint in the ashtray and placed her hands on his face and in his hair as she settled on his lap.

Eddie moaned at the warmth of her bare pussy on his crotch, the only thing separating them being the fabric of the Calvin Klein briefs she bought him. He wasted no time in grazing his hands up the length of her thighs and up her back, relishing in the nakedness of her body under the thin silk.

Eddie’s eyes were darting everywhere, not able to decide where he wanted to pay the most attention to at the moment. “So pretty..” he mumbled to himself as he tucked his face into her chest, mouthing at the plush of her breasts.

The top of the dress fell further down in between them, flopping over the flared skirt around her waist. Eddie grazed his fingers along her skin on the way around to her breasts, pinching and rolling one nipple while massaging the fat of her other breast. The rolling warmth built inside her stomach. Eddie sighed, a smile working its way onto his face as he watched his girl writhing in his lap.

“You’re always so pretty, baby. Can’t believe you’re all mine..” he said to her lips in disbelief, tugging the waistband of his boxers down to free his dick.

“Eddie, please.” She rolled her hips against his, a groan rippling from his lips as she did.

“You want me to fuck you in your pretty dress? ‘S that what you want?” He smirked, sliding his hands under her thighs and pushing them back towards herself, her back falling on the bed.

Y/n nodded, the high of both the weed and Eddie taking residency over her thoughts. “That’s exactly what I want, baby—“ she whispered before he cut her off with a kiss, melting into one another’s touches as though they hadn’t been together in years.

Eddie hiked her leg around his hip, squeezing her bum and groaning at the decadence of her soft body. Eddie wrapped his arm around her shoulders to keep her close, her breasts bouncing as he wriggled his arm underneath her. “Y/n, you don’t understand.. you don’t—fuck, you don’t get what you do to me.” He grunted, tugging his cock to push into her gradually.

Y/n gasped and threw her head back at the building pressure in her core, the spot he filled the best. “Eddie, you’re everything to me.” She sighed as he settled into her, bringing her in for a forehead kiss before devouring her lips.

“Say it again?” He preened, rocking in and out at a steady and slow pace.

Y/n opened her eyes and caressed his face, “You’re everything to me, Eddie.” She said, the sentiment paired with her sultry voice sending a shockwave through him as he groaned and went faster.

“Ahh, shit, baby,” he said after a moment, “I’m not gonna last, I gotta stop.” Eddie panted on his forearms, pulling out and sitting back on his calves, his hands finding her bent knees to rest on.

“This is for you, you don’t have to stop, baby, don’t!” Y/n urged him in a whisper, desperate to feel him in between her legs.

Eddie focused on catching his breath, pecking sweet kisses on her legs in the meantime as he made his way down to her core. “I know, baby, I know, I know,” He said mindlessly through kisses, “It wouldn’t be my night if I didn’t get to taste you, though.” He mumbled into her thigh before setting his plush lips around her clit and sucking lightly.

“Oh, fuck!” She cried out, her hips bucking into his face, giving him a good chuckle, the vibration of his hums against her driving her wetter and wetter. He started achingly slow, licking around the spots she needed him the most to get her started. Eddie’s eyes fluttered closed, like he was a starved man eating a warm meal after coming inside from the first freeze of the winter.

Y/n loved how he looked when he went down on her, it was almost reverent in a way. She loved the way her legs laid over his shoulders, the way his hair fell when he raked his nails through it to push it out of his face, the way his fingers gripped her thighs; she never wanted to forget him this way.

Y/n gasped when he sucked again unexpectedly, her eyes flashing back down to his that were now open, the warm brown boring into her, speaking to her by widening or blinking slowly, telling her ‘I hear you, gorgeous, tell me how much you like it...’

Instead of answering, she reached over to the camera that laid beside her, breathing carefully through a shudder and putting it up to her eye. Eddie’s eyes had fallen closed during the worship, his rings on perfect display, and his tongue working endlessly until she could cum for him. Y/n quickly pressed the button, the flash going off right before he opened his eyes with a playful smile, “You think I’m pretty, baby?” to which she replied with a pathetic whine and nod of her head as he resumed his attack on her nerves.

He hummed into her, his smile reaching his eyes that watched her writhe, smugness flooding his ego as he ate. “That’s it, sweet girl,” he panted with a lick of his lips, smearing her wetness over his fingers and her folds before sinking two of his fingers into her slit.

He watched her face intently, waiting for her eyes to roll back in her head right before his favorite little sound slipped out—a sound that always embarrassed her ‘cause it ‘sounds too porny’ but Eddie didn’t share that feeling at all; Eddie craved that sound. Eddie had dreamt of making a video with Y/n for a long time now, solely to be able to have that sound recorded forever and ever.

Eddie didn’t hold back when it came to his mouth in sex, if he was kissing, he was speaking against her lips, if he was eating pussy, he was grunting and moaning, rutting mercilessly into the bed until he came. If he wasn’t using his mouth at all, devoting his hands and body to making her feel euphoric, his mouth would find her ear and mutter the best things she’d ever heard.

Sometimes it was praise: ‘I missed my sweet girl, been thinking about stuffing this sweet pussy all—fucking—day..’

‘Baby I’m so proud of you, taking me so well, you’re so good, so good, so good.’

Or sometimes it was degrading in the most delicious ways: ‘Oh my god, baby, you look like—like such a pathetic little slut on my cock right now.’

‘Beg for it, whore, I wanna hear that pretty little mouth before I cum.’

‘You’re mine? You’re my little whore, huh? Such a good little whore for daddy.’

Eddie’s voice might be her favorite thing during sex, the only man she’d want to feel objectified by, and he knew it and loved it; it made him feel special.

Y/n concentrated on the popcorn ceiling, thinking she could keep herself under control until Eddie shook his head vigorously back and forth, scrubbing his nose against the bundle of nerves that sat atop her slit. Y/n’s eyes flashed open as her back arched off the bed and her hands found his hair, pulling him into her as she rode out her high against his face the way he loved.

Like a mumble, she could feel and hear his satisfied laughter as she used him this way. Suddenly the laughter was gone and she felt his tongue laid out flat against her lips for her to ride out the rest of her orgasm on, the fading intensity suddenly back full force and ripping a careless scream from her throat as she released, “Oh, fuck me! Fuck me—fuck me, Eddie!” She urged him, nodding at him to get on top of her and fuck her until he was done.

“You’re so good for me— so perfect, baby.” He mumbled as he crawled over her and lifted her right leg back over his shoulder, keeping his left hand on her knee and stroking it lovingly.

Y/n reached for his cock in between them to put inside of her, her cunt weeping to be filled again. “Cum here.” She said seductively, pulling him to her gently. Eddie shivered at the innuendo and smiled when he felt his tip hit her opening. “You sure?” He whispered, his forehead falling against hers. Y/n tilted her chin up and pressed her lips to his with a sweet little moan that melted him.

He sank back into her, a moan pouring from his mouth to hers when he reached the hilt. They sat for a moment, Eddie running his hands undecidedly up and down her thighs.

“You really want me to cum inside?” He asked in quiet disbelief as he began his slow thrusts. She nodded lazily, her hands finding the tops of his and stroking them softly, “I want you to, Eddie, please?” She asked in a breathless whisper as he began to quicken his strokes, an illicit grunt slipping from him every once in a while as the sound of their skin slapping together and the sounds his girl made for him.

“Please?” She asked again, knowing how much he loved it when she was vocal. “Please—fuck—Eddie, I know you want to cum in me, I want it so bad—wanna feel you...” She whined for him, relishing in the way his jaw dropped and his eyes fell closed as they rolled back into his head, his cock spurting his release inside of her, something they’d never done until this night.

He thrusted until he was completely milked of his cum, leaning forward and crushing her body with his as he wrapped his arms around her and breathed deeply into her pillow next to her head. “Jesus H Christ, baby. Oh my god.” He panted, his back heaving with each breath.

He turned his head to her and smiled like it was the first time he’d seen her tonight, the sweet glitter to his eye had replaced the sultry and hungry gaze that had bore into her not long ago. “Thank you, precious.” He whispered, leaning his body to the side so they could turn and face one another, her leg still thrown over him. He smiled at her and pressed three quick kisses to her lips before standing, still butt naked as he walked to the bathroom to fetch a towel.

He returned quickly, his smile never leaving as he wiped himself up and then tentatively handed the towel to her, unsure if he’d make the overstimulation worse if he cleaned her. Y/n made quick work of cleaning his mess in her, his hungry gaze returning as she did.

After she tossed the towel to the side, Y/n picked up the top of the dress and began to tie it back properly as Eddie’s hand snaked up her leg to feel the softness of her flesh again. He sat admiring her, watching her struggle to lace the back. “Can I be of any help?” He asked quietly with adoring eyes.

Y/n looked back to him, pausing her efforts and smiled, shifting herself and moving her hair to accept his assistance. Eddie quickly sat up and threaded the silk string through the loops easily, tying his best bow with his tongue peeking between his lips and his eyebrows crinkled in concentration.

Y/n stole a peek at him in the mirror, smiling at her love and the way he looked now compared to when she met him a couple years ago. His hands trailed down her back and around her sides to pull her back into his chest, laying them down to spoon.

They sighed, settling into one another and enjoying the silence. After a moment, Y/n turned to look at him over her shoulder, their noses touching as “You’re so beautiful.” slipped from their lips at the same time. The pair chuckled and pressed their lips together sweetly, her hand coming up to cup his cheek and keep him there longer. Once, twice, three times more.

“Thank you for my gift.” He pulled back and kissed her shoulder and back of her neck, a smug smile stretching across her tired face. “Oh that was just the first, Eddie. I couldn’t buy just one outfit, who do you think I am?” She teased as his eyes bugged out of his head. “You mean there’s more of these somewhere??” He scrambled to sit up and look down at her with urgency. She raised her eyebrows teasingly and stayed silent as she shrugged, “You’ll just have to be a good boy and wait til tomorrow..” She taunted as his excitement grew.

“Baby, look at our pictures!” He exclaimed as he looked over at the table beside them. Y/n’s confidence swayed a bit at the thought of the pictures now being developed, worried she wouldn’t look nearly as hot as Eddie thought at the time.

“Oh my fucking god.” He groaned, then flipped the picture around for her to see. Y/n winced at seeing herself in such a compromising position, though she couldn’t say she didn’t find it hot. She had no words to say, though Eddie could definitely sense her energy was different now. “You okay? Y’know we don’t have to keep these if you don’t like them.” Eddie said quietly, putting the pile of pictures face down on the bed and sitting back down next to her to get a reading on her head space.

“No, no, I just—It’s new. Like the clothes. You know? I’ve never seen myself, uh, in the middle—um, like that. Before. Is all.” She struggled, trying to put off nonchalance while Eddie just nodded and smiled softly, adoring the many sides and complexities of his girl; how innocent and sometimes prude she could be and how fiery and confident she could be in the moment when no one else was around, he loved that he got to be apart of this exploration of hers and that she trusted him enough to be apart of it and dominate her when she felt like it.

“I want you to keep them, baby.” She nodded after a moment, her voice quieter but more sure. “I wanna see the one I took of you though.” She nodded at the stack. Eddie's cheeks heated up as he handed her the three pictures.

She flipped through the three of her, the images not bothering her as much as they were shortly before, and placed them behind the last picture, her very favorite. “Oh, my..” she whispered, her heart skipping a beat at the shot of her boyfriend’s mouth attached to the apex of her thighs, the green silk gathered at the edge of the scene, and his bangs covering his eyes as the rest of his hair laid around his pale shoulders and her thighs.

“I love this one.” She bit her lip and looked at him leaning on his side, still naked and looking like a Greek statue without even trying. Eddie snorted and shook his head, pulling the sheets over his lower half as he began to understand the embarrassment she felt about herself, looking at his eyes shut and blissed out.

“Then you keep that one and I’ll keep these.” He smiled to himself greedily, snatching up the three others and holding on in each hand. “Oh, are you gonna put them with your other girlfriends?” She teased with a smirk and a nudge to his elbow.

Eddie rolled his eyes and laughed, unable to resist ducking under his bed and grabbing up the stack. “Y’wanna be properly introduced?” He asked, his smile widening at her dropped jaw as he plopped back down next to her.

“I mean, I’m not gonna turn that down… As long as I’m your favorite, of course.” She joked.

Eddie's eyes widened, “Oh my god, baby of course you are, Y’know I haven’t even looked at these things in forever, ‘cause I barely even use my fist anymore and when I do I have so much material stored up in my head of you that I don’t even w—” He stroked her shoulder with care, his worried eyes searching hers as he babbled.

“Eddie, honey, baby, I’m kidding! I’m so kidding, I was just messing with you, show me! Show me the girls! I haven’t gotten to really look at one of these yet since I figured out I’m even into girls.” She explained casually, another revelation making Eddie’s eyes bug out.

“You mean I get to show you your first centerfold? And from my very own collection? I'm honored, babe, really.” He smirked and adjusted himself, his member suddenly becoming uncomfortable again.

“Y’know you could be in one of these so easy?” Eddie asked as he handed the magazine over to her, the edges of the pages crinkled from handling through the years. He went back to his newest additions, his eyes scanning every inch of the Polaroids in awe at the detail captured of their moments.

“Do they have names? Do you have favorites?” She asked in succession, her eyes glimmering in intrigue as she flipped through the pages as if it were the latest Vogue. Eddie looked over at his lady, sighing dreamily at her current position, hoping he saw her like this more often.

“I, uh, I think some of them do. Most of them I don’t like so I just give them new ones.” He revealed through an embarrassed smile threatening his pink cheeks. Y/n gasped in a smile, looking from Eddie to the girl she was currently studying on the page.

“What about her, huh?” She asked, looking over the tissue thin, powder blue nightgown the model donned, the hem rucked up around her waist, her fingers buried inside of herself and her nipples piercing through the material, her straps slipped off her shoulders with her head thrown back in a wantonous moan.

Eddie’s cheeks burned red, “Uh, I call her Roxanne.” He tapped the page. “Eddie.. not —‘rooooxaaannee you don’t have to put on the red light’ for real??” She giggled relentlessly against the pillow, Eddie unable to help but join in.

“I know, I know, but c’mon look at her face! Her vibes? She’s more of a Roxanne than a Krystal, wouldn’t you agree??” He asked, pointing out her ‘real name’ in the small write up.

Y/n nodded, “Oh yeah, definitely not a Krystal. I’ll let you have it, she’s a Roxanne. But if you have any more girls named after songs I’m going to give you hell.”

They flipped through a few more pages, stopping to make notes about their names, positions, or outfits, Eddie getting excited when he heard there were both a lavender and a powder blue set waiting to be worn for him from her trip to the mall.

“Wait, what’s this?” She asked with a smile of disbelief on her face as she looked at the page the book seemed to lay open flat to the easiest. The girl in the picture had a similar body type to Y/n, the hair almost identical. The model was in the middle of undressing from a soft pink number, the dress falling from her frame as she stood in front of a luxurious bed, assumingly preparing to get the brains fucked out of her.

Except, unlike the others, there was a black spot scribbled over the model’s face.

“Oh, uh, t-that’s Y/n..” He swallowed and looked in her eyes, hoping she wasn’t weirded out. “And why is her face gone?” She laughed, still not understanding her boyfriend sometimes.

“Well, I got this a little before we started dating, and then when we met, I honestly thought I’d seen you before. I couldn’t figure it out, but when I got home that night and gave this a look through, I figured it out,” he nodded with a tight smile on his face, “Everything about her was you except her face, now don’t get me wrong, she’s nice and all, but uh, I couldn’t resist covering up her face one time—I was thinking about how were making out the night we met, you remember that? And she just looked so much like you but not enough so then I just..put my thumb over her face for a sec and.. then it was you and… then I hadn’t cum so hard over a magazine since I was in, like, middle school, so I just whipped out a sharpie and made a modification and then she became my favorite.” He smiled, kissing his girlfriend's forehead and wrapping his arm around her shoulders.

“—Until you actually called me, then I kicked the magazine to the curb and fucked the shit out of my fist that night.” He chuckled at the shock flashing across her face.

“That was the most awkward phone call in the history of first phone calls, and you’re telling me you jerked off when we hung up?” She asked in amusement, yet not surprised. Everything they did turned him on.

“C’mon, your voice is hot as hell over the phone—oooh, phone sex! Now that’s an idea!” He said leaning back and looking through his new pictures again, squeezing her exposed thigh, and feeling satisfied with himself.

“Now, tell me more about these other outfits… are any of them… pink?” He asked with his best nonchalant curiosity, his hand slowly inching back up her thigh to play with her under her pretty dress some more.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x you #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson lemon #boyfriend!eddie munson #eddie munson oneshot

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stevesjockstrap · 9 months

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kinktober day 8: Steve/Eddie

& piercings

read on ao3

rated: M for suggestive language? To be safe. cw: probably unsafe piercing methods, dom!Eddie continues piercing while Steve is going into subspace

Robin directed him to a small shady building downtown. When they got out and looked around, he asked, “This is where you want to shop?”

“It’s a surprise, c’mon.”

“Rob, we both hate surprises. You remember what happened for your- oh my god-“

“Pick your jaw up off the floor before he notices, dingus.” She hissed in his ear.

Steve physically pushed his mouth closed and held his hand to it while he continued to stare at the man currently bent over the counter in front of them. He was tall, with long dark hair that was half pulled up in a bun, tattoos covering his shoulders, arms, and hands. The band tshirt was missing its sleeves and was artistically ripped apart but showed off a mesh shirt under it.

Steve had never considered any of this to be his type. But that had clearly not made a difference to his dick.

The man stood and shook hands with the person he was talking to at the counter, and Steve was graced with full lips and brown eyes under an expressive brow.

The customer at the counter left and the gorgeous eyes of the beautiful man were directed at them. Steve held back a groan and left his hand on his mouth. Robin stepped forward with a big smile.

“Hi, you must be Eddie, I’m Robin and this is your one o’clock.” She turned to hold a hand out to Steve.

His jaw dropped again. “What the fuck? No I am not-“

“Remember that bet about Joyce’s Christmas present? Well it’s time to pay up, buster. And since I already booked it and we’re already here, and I’m sure you wouldn’t want to waste Eddie’s time-“ she sent a pointed at him but his eyes had returned to the man behind the counter. Who was watching their interaction with an unreadable look on his face.

“I’m not touching anyone without their consent, sweetheart, so don’t look at me like that.” Steve could’ve melted into a puddle. His voice was deep and dark, flowing over him like chocolate. The tiny sound he made apparently seemed like concern to Eddie who continued, “It’s fine if you don’t want to do this today. Or ever.”

Steve shook his head to try to clear some fog from it. This had probably been Robin’s plan all along. Show up here and let him get all frazzled by a hot guy and he’d allow this to happen. Well that’s-

“Wait, I never made a bet about getting a tattoo, I’d remember that. How drunk did you get me for this?”

Eddie covered a laugh with a small cough and Robin smirked, too. “It wasn’t for a tattoo, Steve. The bet was piercing your nipples.”

“Oh my god,” he breathed. The image of Eddie hovering over him to put a needle through his nipples was not helping his hard on. He was sure his cheeks and ears were bright red. He wished he wouldn’t have lost this damn bet.

“Wow, that’s a serious bet,” Eddie chuckled.

“She’s hardcore about her bets. I had to wear matching sexy cop outfits with her last Halloween-“ he stopped when Eddie’s eyebrows went up and he pointedly looked him up and down. Checking him out. Oh no.

“That’d be a sight to see,” he agreed. “So where do we stand on getting pierced, sugar?”

The pet names were getting to him, making him want to do whatever he told him. He blinked at Robin who smirked at him.

Eddie brought them around the counter into an even smaller room and had Steve sit up on a padded table after he adjusted it. Robin sat on a stool in the corner.

Steve watched as Eddie pulled out sealed bags of tools and unwrapped them to lay on tray next to him. He gulped. Robin looked just as unsure now.

He instead focused in on Eddie’s hands and the tattoos that covered his arms. He traced the shapes and patterns with his eyes and wanted to follow them with his fingers. Or his tongue.

“Steve?” Robin’s voice cut through his clouded brain.

“Yeah?” He looked up and they were both looking at him. Eddie had a knowing smirk on his face.

“Eddie asked if you were ready,” she was holding back a smile, too.

“Oh, yeah, I guess so.” He looked up at Eddie who was standing almost between his knees in the tiny room. Now that he was closer he could see he had several piercings. There was a small hoop through his nose, one through the opposite eyebrow and a handful in each ear. There was a bar through the top of the cartilage in one ear, too.

“Can you take your shirt off, please?” Eddie’s voice and the question pulled a small gasp from him and he immediately ducked his head to pull the bottom hem of his shirt up and off. He twisted it in his hands and refused to meet either sets of eyes until Eddie put his hand down on his.

“Steve,” hearing his name from his lips made him meet his eyes and he almost did melt to the floor this time. Under the direct eye contact, he couldn't shy away from the beautiful man. He watched his lips move but wasn’t processing anything he was saying. “Okay?”

Steve nodded along with Eddie. He’d agree to whatever he asked.

When Eddie rubbed something cold over his nipple he clicked back into reality.

“Sorry, it’ll dry in a sec. You’re gunna have to hold more still when it’s a needle, honey.”

He nodded again, dazed. He’d just hold still. Yeah.

“Here we go,” Eddie said quietly. “Take a breath in-“ Steve did.

“Oh shit,” he breathed. The pain wasn’t terrible, but it added to all the sensations already and his dick was pressing against this zipper.

“Okay? You’re kind of pale.” Eddie was still touching his nipple, sending little shocks to his dick. He looked down to see he was tightening the ball on the barbell. The barbell through his nipple.

“Oh shit,” he repeated. He looked over at Robin with wide eyes. She looked like she might be freaking out more than he was, though. Her eyes were wide and she was clenching her fingers around the strap of her bag.

“Are you okay? Hey, you got this. What can I do? Huh? Do you want to be done?” Steve shook his head.

“Hey bird, why don’t you run over to the bar next door and grab him a coke. It helps.”

Robin nodded and jumped up.

“I’m not going to pass out or anything,” he managed, seeming loud in the quiet room.

“I know. You’re doing such a good job for me. Just needed to give your friend something to do. She gets kind of wound up, huh?”

Steve laughed. “You have no idea.”

“One more? Or you just want to rock the one?”

He shook his head. “Want it. I’m just, uh,” he looked up into his dark eyes. He didn’t know an appropriate term for it.

“You’re hard and wanting and making this real difficult for me.” Eddie supplied.

“Yeah-“ he breathed. “Uh- I mean, fuck. Is it that obvious?”

Eddie chuckled darkly. “Yeah, sweetheart. But it’s cute.” He swiped the cold pad across his other nipple quickly. “Ready?”

Steve nodded, ducking his head down but then that made him look at the needle. He closed his eyes.

“Breathe in-“ he said softly, and Steve did. This time he did let out a moan as the needle went through him. He twisted after Eddie, following him this time as he turned. “Hold still a sec.”

“Why?”

“Because, brat, you only have one ball attached and if that hits the floor I’m going to have to push another one through your new hole.” Steve gasped as he turned his intense eyes onto him, then again as his nimble fingers tightened the ball on his piercing. “But you’d probably like that, huh?” Steve just stared at him.

“Listen, I know you didn't listen to a word of my speech earlier so you’re going to need to read this paper when you get home. Okay? You don’t want those infected. And you can’t play with them for a while. The paper says three months.”

Steve eyebrows shot up.

“I know, baby. But at least wait until they’re mostly healed, alright? Can you stand? Wanna come see?”

Steve nodded, but took the hand Eddie offered him as he hopped down off the table. It was a little clammy from having the gloves on, but so warm and he wanted to trace the callouses on them.

Eddie lead him to a mirrored wall and he gasped. He’d stayed close, and seeing them standing together in the mirror made his knees jelly. Eddie stepped closer to him and ghosted a hand behind his lower back, ready to catch him if he fell.

“Okay, big boy, let’s get you into a chair. You good?” Eddie took his hand again and sat him in a chair in the front room. “I think your bird might have gotten lost. But I’m not letting you wander off yet. Let me grab your shirt.”

Eddie came back with his shirt and he tugged it on. When he’d gotten it over his head he jumped. Eddie had crouched down in front of his chair.

“Did you drive here?”

Steve nodded.

“Hmm. Not the best plan. What do you need right now, sweetheart? Need me to leave you alone so you come down? I don’t want you to drop. But I feel like I’m part of the problem,” he chuckled.

“Oh. Um.” He wasn’t sure. Thankfully Eddie didn’t seem offended or grossed out by him getting worked up over this. “I’m sorry-“

“No, Stevie. You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m trying not to be inappropriate. You’re so sweet. It’s okay. You just sit here with me and we’re going to calm down and wait for your friend. Sound good?”

Steve nodded. Eddie raised his eyebrows. “Y-yeah, yes Eddie.”

He groaned and let his head hang forward for a moment. He raised his head and met his eyes. “Such a good boy. I know. Nothings going to happen today, alright? I promise. But maybe I’ll give you my number, yeah? I’ll buy you a coffee and we can talk about what we want.”

“Oh. Okay. Yeah. I’d like that.” They shared a small smile.

“That bartender is the most talkative girl I’ve ever met! Oh. You’re done? What did I miss?” Robin stared at them, Eddie still crouched in front of him, Steve leaning down towards him.

“Not much,” Steve grinned at her, taking the cup of soda.

“Wanna bet?”

@lighthousebeams

#Sorry I default to dom!eddie #Kinktober #steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #Eddie munson #Piercings #stranger things #stranger things fic

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m4lancholia · 2 years

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DEAR EDDIE MUNSON FAN-FIC/SMUT WRITERS

i have some cute little quips for ya'll because i have no time to write a fic of my own that includes these..aha color coding and for the NSFW ones of course -eddie taking off y/n shirt and both of them unknowingly have matching tattoos -he only likes spaghetti-o's with the little meatballs in them but will eat the plain kind if y/n makes them - flipping the middle finger at each other as a type of flirting because y/n and eddie are equally cocky - he likes kiss *the band* but will never admit it until y/n catches him listening to it -y/n and eddie both wear rings and one of yours was becoming tarnished cause it cheap so you put it on a piece of string *which is more like a band from an old tshirt* and give it to him - couldnt find his handcuffs so he ties y/n's wrists with his bandana he keeps in his back pocket after that he carries it around like its his pride and joy - y/n begs him to go stargazing on his roof but he cant stop staring at you "you look so beautiful in the moonlight" -talking to y/n at ungodly hours through both of your walkie-talkies *its often about DND and how excited he is to see you at school tomorrow* you can hear the smiling in his voice *heavy NSFW for this one lol* - he absolutely wrecks y/n before DND and he lets you sit in his dungeon master throne cause your legs are shaking *he chuckles every couple minutes at the sight of you there* - will let y/n put flowers in his hair but only where he can see them because hes scared of bees - absolutely adores when y/n does cigarette kisses with him *its where you light the other persons cigarette in their mouth with your already lit cigarette - laughing his ass off as y/n chokes pathetically on the bong - y/n tells him to shutup alot because hes always so flirty and y/n gets flustered so easy, so basically eddie will go on this kinda rampage on how he loves you so much, naming every single thing about you he could and he stops for a second and stares at y/n "i think you should make me shut up now.." as y/n goes for a kiss - y/n fixing their eyeliner or mascara in the car as eddie drives recklessly y/n: you're messing up my makeup hun eddie: wouldn't be the first time, actually i remember telling you how pretty you looked with all the liner down yo- y/n: shhhh.... - he's great with aftercare and will do anything is his power to make y/n feel comfortable after such as -running a bath -making dinosaur chicken nuggets *they're burnt a little* and plating them so nicely and so professionally he bends over and gives them to y/n sarcastically saying "my liege" -asks you to please leave extra pairs of clothes in his trailer not that he doesnt love lending you his shirts from time to time he just wants to make sure you're looking your best plus its always good incase of emergencies - he will RUN to the kitchen to get you a glass of water before anything else - he knows smoking is bad yet does it anyways and will only give you a cig if you're as equally cocky as him or if you ask so so so nicely puppy dog eyes and all - y/n asking a bunch of questions about the horror movie he's watching, like what its about, whats the killers motive, why does he have knives for hands ect all while in eddies arms alot of the time he just responds with "good question..." then after a couple seconds of silence he'll grab your hips quickly and make a funny noise to scare you, spoiler alert it always works but that's it for now sure i'll think of many more considering this man is on my mind wayyyy to much

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson fanfic

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newtonsheffield · 3 years

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excuse me? you can't just say you want to write Greg & Goose as best friends and then not expect me to request this? also all four of them going on double dates (with Kate & Anthony not really knowing how they feel about it) or them babysitting some of the kids? [and btw now I'm also imagining Katie, Charlotte & Sarah forming a band when they're teens, but they're just really really.. not good, but they're having so much fun, so everyone just suffers through it] 💖

Oh Man, Gregory and Lucy and Eddie and Goose are the Sunshine Kids of this AU. And I just can’t help myself where these guys are concerned. I just... love them. Matthew and Greg have Nerdy Guy oh my god, How is my wife this hot Solidarity and Edwina and Lucy have looks like a cinnamon roll, but secretly a badass solidarity. These guys would be friends. And you just Know Anthony is in the corner like “Kate, He’s taking my Greg now too!”

And Katie, Charlotte, and Sarah are a power girl trio. You just know Charlotte is out there being chaotic as heck, Katie is the quiet mastermind and Sarah is trying to be the voice of reason like “Can we think about this for just a second please?! No? Okay well I’m at least going to make sure we’re sensible about this!”

Without further ado: Goose and Greg: Bros for life!

Pssssst: @aspoonfuloffiction Gregory being a cutie

Matthew Bagwell had been very nervous when Edwina had tugged him along to his first Bridgerton family dinner. She’d kept a firm grip on his hand while she introduced him to everyone, trying to ignore how Violet Bridgerton had turned to Edwina’s mother and said Oh Mary. What a sweet boy. I see what you mean. He’d met Hyacinth who looked at him and laughed brightly, Sophie and Benedict, who Matthew knew worked closely with Edwina. Eloise and her husband Phillip, Eloise looking at him sharply for a moment and then Edwina had settled on a man, wearing glasses, grinning happily, a tiny woman tucked under his arm And this is Gregory, Anthony’s youngest Brother and his Fiancée Lucy they’re getting married in September! Edwina had said tucking her arm around his waist. Matthew had smiled, as Gregory adjusted his glasses jostling his fiancée just slightly showing the front of his Tshirt and the words had been out of Matthew’s mouth before he could stop himself. Super cool Doctor Who shirt Man. I love Amy Pond hands down the best companion. Gregory had stilled for a second glancing down at his shirt, a Tardis sketched on it a speech bubble popping out of it with the words Come Along Pond! written in it. And then a broad smiled stretched over his face, Matt! Are you a whovian?! Matt had felt himself relax a little Should we not all be? He’d said smiling at Gregorys infectious smile and before Matt knew what had happened Gregory had leapt forward and spun Edwina around hooting Edwina Sheffield I think I love you! You’ve finally found a cool guy to date and I am ecstatic for you. Nay for us both! And by the end of the evening Matthew had the oddest feeling that he’d just made a new best friend.

Hey Ummm la la la Lucy? Gregory had loitered nervously in the kitchen for several minutes already, his eyebrows frowning adorably, making him look a little like a lost puppy. Lucy clicked her tongue ignoring how her heart fluttered. Yes, honey? Why do you look like you’re about to tell me Gerald just ate a lego stormtrooper again? Gregory shook his head quickly. No um the cat’s fine. You know how I just got the new Zelda game? Do you think it would be weird if I asked Matt if he wanted to play with me? And Lucy’s heart fluttered with the adorableness of her Fiancé standing in their kitchen asking if she thought someone wanted to be his friend. Gregory hadn’t stopped talking about Matthew Bagwell since he’d met him too weeks ago and they’d discussed everything from Classic Nintendo to Jurassic Park. And it was adorable. No Honey, I don’t think that would be weird. Do you want me to ask Eddie for his phone number? Gregory nodded enthusiastically kissing her cheek happily as he skipped from the room Love You Luce! tossed over his shoulder. Lucy heart doing a ridiculous stutter as she typed out Hey Eddie, Can I grab Matt’s number from you? Greg wants to ask him to play Nintendo I think. The response came back 3 minutes later Edwina Sheffield: Here it is. I already mentioned it to him though and he’s very excited. He’s going to make Hummus.

Edwina sighed happily as she looked at her fiancé across the room, smiling happily in his eleventh doctor costume at Gregory in his Link costume. Ugh, Christ, Why is Gregory so fucking Cute?! Lucy said a little disgustedly as she took a drink from her glass. Watching as her husband’s arms moved around excitedly. Edwina hummed It’s a bit of a trap isn’t it? One minute you’re going about your life and the next a very cute boy wants to make jam for you and tell you about his feminist ideals. Lucy gasped Yes! So disarming! They can’t just pop out of nowhere like that with their stupid glasses! Edwina heard her sister cackle a little madly beside her You two are ridiculous! Thank god I was never like this with Anthony. Edwina scoffed, Kate 25 minutes ago you told me you shagged Anthony in the laundry room because he was wearing one of Edmund’s socks as a bracelet, You’re in no position to judge. Kate for her part looked barely ruffled I stand by that. It is awfully adorable when they love their children. You’ll see! And Honestly, Edwina couldn’t wait too.

#bridgerton and sons au #edwina x matthew #edwina x goose #lucy x gregory #edwina sheffield #edwina sharma #matthew goose bagwell #gregory bridgerton #lucy abernathy #these two boys would be adorable together #and you know ittttt #molly's asks and answers

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wroteasongabouther · 6 years

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fratboy!harry - part 8

*insert smirking emoji* enjoy and don’t kill me! trust me okay!!! please keep the feedback coming i’m an attention seeker and love it okay... ask box is open for all questions, blurb ideas and such :))

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fratboy!harry tag >> story page

“Here, borrow this!” Kate throws a small article of clothing towards you as she’s busy ripping through her closet. Liv is doing her makeup at the sink in hers and Kate’s dorm while Jess was fixing her hair up. You were the only one ready - or so you thought till all three of the girls nagged you about not having school spirit.

“What’s wrong with my outfit?” you question, glancing down at the white tank top and jeans you were wearing. You wore white vans too, overall it was a pretty plain outfit but it was just some football game so you didn’t think it mattered.

“It’s the home opener for the Sun Devils football team,” Liv speaks up as she applies some blush to her cheeks, “you’ll be like the only one without something Devils related on,”

“Doubtful,” you mutter while lifting the piece of clothing Kate had thrown at you.

It was a burgundy colour top tube with ‘DEVILS’ in big gold lettering. It was the schools colours and was pretty cute too you weren’t gonna deny it. Kate was wearing one rather similar, expect her tube top was yellow with ‘ARIZONA STATE’ across it in burgundy. You tilt your head at the top before shrugging and switching your white tank top for it. As you look at your reflection in the mirror, all three of the girls hoot and holler to hype you up. You chuckle and shake your head at them.

As the girls continue to get ready, you pull out your phone and open your Snapchat. Posing in the full length mirror, you snap a photo with a smile on your face. You type out ‘go sun devils???’ before sending the snap to Harry. As you walk over and sit on Kate’s bed, Harry snaps you back. Not caring how fast you were being, you tap his name and open his snap.

It’s a selfie, with the heart filter above his head. Boy oh boy did it ever make your chest ache at the sight. He was just so damn good looking ugh, you thought before finally reading his caption - ‘damn you’re hot’. You out right snort at his caption, reading it in that stupid frat boy tone he took with you sometimes.

You two go back and forth sending snaps, all selfies with filters, talking of when you’d be heading to the field and such. Harry was planning on meeting up with you, with the few of his frat buddies that were not on the football team, and sitting with you and your friends. You’d planned it yesterday during lunch, which you two had together at the diner again.

“Oh my god,” Kate says loudly all of a sudden. You look away from your phone as Harry’s selfie with the dog filter counts down. “You’re falling so hard, like damn girl stop smiling at your phone it’s so obvious!” Kate says.

“Am not,” you gasp dramatically - knowing very well you hadn’t stopped smiling for like a week now.

“You’re making me jealous and you two aren’t even freaking dating yet,” Liv frowns.

“We haven’t even kissed yet, don’t be too jealous,” you shrug.

“Seriously?” Liv raises her brows in shock, the other two girls seem surprised too.

“Seriously,” you nod.

“Damn girl, work on that,” Liv says and turns back to work on her lashes, “if I were you, I’d be sleeping with that boy every second of every day,”

“Okay, we get it, he’s hot, not shut up about it,” you say - you’d be lying if you said even your friends mentioning Harry got you a little jealous.

You and the girls finish up getting ready just in time to jump into an Uber and get to the stadium. It’s absolute madness all around. Considering the fact you only heard about the game from Eddy himself, you were a little surprised to find out how big of a deal this game was. Guys were jumping around, chugging beers in the parking lot, girls were posing for photos and music was blaring from many speakers. And you weren’t even inside the stadium yet.

You recognize some of the hollering boys, smashing their beer cans together before chugging them back, and you figure a certain boy you couldn’t wait to see was around somewhere. True enough, Brandon gets out of the way and you see Harry sitting on the back of someone truck. Also taking note his Range Rover was parked beside it.

“Over here,” you say to Jess, Kate and Liv while leading the way towards Harry and his friends.

Harry is laughing at something the boys are saying as you get into ear shot. His laughter causes bubbles in your stomach. Then he turns his head and sees you walking towards him. It felt like it went into slow motion - it was pretty much your guys thing right? - as Harry looks you up and down before licking his lips. You bite your bottom lip and smile as you end up beside the truck now.

“Hey, little bird,” Harry says softly as you stand up beside him.

“Hey,” you smile.

You’re mind wanders off to the conversation you and your friends had before coming here. It was a wonder why you and Harry hadn’t kissed yet, the tension was most definitely there. Your thoughts are short lived as Kate clears her throat. You roll your eyes and introduce Liv and Kate to the guys whom you knew around you.

“It’s nice to meet you girls,” Harry flashes them a half smile.

“You too,” Liv says, “thought I heard you play too?”

“Wrong football,” Harry chuckles and pokes your side as you’re leaning against the tailgate of the truck. The exposed skin between the tube top and jeans burn from his touch.

His movements aren’t something everyone else would notice, and you kinda like it - being in your own world with him. You turn to him and narrow your eyes jokingly. Harry has on what looks like a cozy just out and about look yet he makes it look hot as hell. A purple-ish beanie on his head, hair poking out the sides, with a black tshirt and a flannel over top with black jeans and black boots. As you figured out by looking at his closet yesterday, you knew he was rather stylish and he could probably pull off anything.

Harry raises his eyebrows just a little bit, his lips turned upwards as a pair of dimples pop out. He brings a bottle of water to his lips slowly taking a sip as his eyes never leave you. As if that sexual tension wasn’t already so damn thick, now Harry had to go and pull this.

“Are you not drinking?” You ask, well aware the rest of his friends were pounding back beers like it was nobodys business.

“No, I’m driving tonight,” Harry answers, “so is our buddy Travis, you briefly met him Wednesday before you left I think,” he notes while pointing to the tall lanky guy with shaggy blonde hair. Travis was holding a beer bong for Brandon, laughing as he spit out half of it. “Fockin’ idiot,” Harry chuckled at his friends.

“Did you want one?” Jess asks as she walks up with Kate beside her. You look over and see Liv was left behind at the coolers with Quinn giving her a familiar look. Jess is holding up a can of Palm Bay, something you once drank when you were in high school.

“Sure,” you shrug and take the can from her. Cracking it open, you quickly have a drink before looking around the parking lot again.

“I still can’t believe you didn’t go to a single game last year,” Harry says, grabbing your attention again.

“Freshman year, I really didn’t do much,” you state with a shrug. Thinking about your first year here at ASU brought back some darker thoughts. Ones that weren’t appropriate to think while around so many people, so you are quick to shake your head of said thoughts and have another sip of your fruity drink.

“I literally had to drag her out of our room to go see a movie last year,” Jess states after having a sip of her own Palm Bay.

“Yeah unless it was with Thomas, you really didn’t do much, did you?” Kate questions, her brows pulled together as she looks at you. You can’t help but glare at Kate for mentioning Thomas in front of Harry. Not that she knew it was a touchy subject or anything, but god damn it.

“Yeah he definitely got you out of your shell,” Jess nods.

“Yeah,” you agree and take another big sip of your drink as you see Harry in the corner of your eyes. He’s watching you, brows furrowed.

“We should probably head to our seats,” Harry says while getting off the tailgate of the truck.

He helps the guys clean up their area around the cars before they all gather together. The girls come up to you, waiting for you to leave it seemed. So you finish your drink, tossing it with the rest of the empties that were in the back of the truck before following behind the guys. Jess bumps into you as you walk up towards the front doors.

“What happened with him?” she asks, nodding towards Harry.

You shrug, “I don’t even know,”

Once the group of you are all through the main gates, you have to wait as the boys grab two beers each from the concession. Jess, Kate and Liv get in line too for some food and drinks while you stick behind with Harry. His lips are formed in a thin line, he’s looking down at his phone and bluntly ignoring you it seems. You sigh and step up to him, taking a deep breath before pouring your thoughts out to him.

“You can’t seriously be upset with me right now?” you ask.

Harry looks up, putting his phone into his pocket before crossing his arms. “M’not mad at yeh,” he mutters.

You look around, glad the two of you had stepped off to the side, sort of out of the way from all the crowds of college kids getting ready for the game to start. Bringing a hand up, you brush through your hair nervously before shrugging and throwing both your hands into the air.

“I don’t know what else to say to you Harry,” you pause as his eyes find yours, “Thomas is my best friend, there’s nothing that will change that, and I don’t like him anything more than that. And you getting all weird and jealous is confusing me because we-”

Your rant is cut off as Harry’s hands find the back of your head and your left cheek, his lips press firmly against yours as you’re taken aback from the sudden contact. But only one millisecond passes before you let out a breath through your nose and melt into Harry. Your hands find the back of Harry’s neck, grabbing the ends of his hair before relaxing your forearms on his shoulders. Nothing in this moment matter besides you and Harry and this damn kiss. Especially as Harry’s hand brushing your cheek gently before they fall down to grasp your hips and pull you closer.

Not a single bystander - despite how loud they shouted for the excitement of the Sun Devils - could take this moment away from you. How soft his lips felt on yours, the roughness of his hands as you grabbed the belt loops of your jeans and then to your hips, and just how perfect this single kiss made you feel. You could even taste the slight bit of mint from the gum he must’ve been chewing earlier.

After what felt like both hours but yet all too soon, Harry pulls back while lightly cupping your cheek, his thumb caresses your skin. It’s like you forget how to breathe as you look up into his dark green eyes. Licking your lips, you catch his eyes flicker downwards to catch the movement. He lets out a deep breath and presses you against him some more.

“Y’make me crazy, little bird,” he states in a low voice.

Your heart’s beating a million miles an hour as his eyes gaze into yours. Letting out a small sigh, you decide to break the stare and look down between you two. Harry taps your side twice which causes you to look back up at him again. He smiles and then nods behind you two.

Jess was struggling while carrying a bag of popcorn, candy, two alcoholic drinks and a bottle of pop too. You chuckle and step away from Harry to walk over and help out your best friend. As she goes off about Liv suddenly being into beer since Quinn bought her some, you realize she hadn’t seen you and Harry. You just nod and smile, deciding to keep the mind blowing kiss to yourself for now.

“Liv is weird like that,” Kate shrugs as she walks up beside you two.

“I mean, whatever gets her dick at night,” Jess says before taking a sip of her drink. You and Kate both laugh at her comment before following the guys out into the lower bowl seats of the stadium. “I still can’t believe Eddy got us these seats,” she says as you all walk right to the front row.

“Should we get one of the guys to take pictures of us?” Kate suggests as you all get to your seats and set your things down.

“Do we trust any of these guys to take a decent photo?” Jess questions while looking around at the group of them.

“Harry,” you call out, waving him over as he’s talking with Travis and Brandon.

“Yeh?”

“Can you please take a picture of us girls?”

Harry nods and takes your phone from you ask the four of you girls lean up against the short fencing so the field was behind you. You all pose a few times - smiling, sticking out your tongue, pouting, the usual ya know - as Harry taps away. It’s not till he brings up the phone and has Brandon putting up a peace sign that you roll your eyes and walk towards him to grab your phone back.

“Dick,” you mutter under your breath before looking through the photos he had taken.

“You know,” Harry pauses while leaning down beside your ear to whisper, “you can just thank me later,”

You won’t deny what his voice does to you. Chills down your spine while your insides felt like they were on fire. God damn it. As you glance over your shoulder at him, you see his smug look face while you tilt your head and roll your lips into your mouth - he was well aware how he had you feeling too. Jess gets you to sit down beside her as the announcer begins the game. As she’s going on and on about what number Eddy was and how good he looked in football pants, you were looking passed her where Harry sat.

Your mind drifts back to the kiss you two had shared only minutes ago and when you could do it again. And again, and maybe again but more steamy. As fireworks pop off and the crowd in the stadium cheers, you’re taken back down to earth and away from those dangerous green eyes.

As the game gets underway, you and the girls talk more about other things than what was happening in the game. You mention the party tomorrow, which spiked up the theme part too. Kate goes off about how she can sew something up for each of us by tomorrow night while Liv talks hair ideas. You simply lean back and let them play off each other, cause you really could care less about the theme portion of this party.

Jess excuses herself to the bathroom, meaning Kate and Liv both tag along since that’s how girls go to the washroom - in packs. Harry takes this opportunity to switch seats, taking Jess’s. You smile at him and lean towards him, letting your knees knock against his while you prop your chin in your hand while looking towards Harry instead of the field. Harry looks out of the corner of his eye to glance at you, his lips turning up into a smile as he sees you shamelessly staring.

The fact you can’t focus on the game is entirely Harry’s fault. He kissed you and then put some naughty images in your head after he said you could thank him later. Were you about to jump right into this? You were thinking way to into it, you turn back to the game just as Eddy catches the ball and runs for a touchdown.

Everyone jumps up and cheers. Eddy does it twice more before the game ends and the Sun Devils win their home opener. The crowds are thick as you all try to get back to the parking lot. Harry’s begins you, his hand on your lower hand as you try and lead the way. Once you step outside his hand falls back to his side.

“You girls need a ride?” Travis asks - he had his eye on Kate you had noticed throughout the game.

“Uh, yeah,” you shrug while leaning against his truck.

“Yeh gunna take ‘em to campus dorms?” Harry asks, his keys in hand.

Travis shrugs, “sure, you take the guys I got the girls,”

“Sounds good,” Harry nods before unlocking his car for the guys to pile into. Kate shouts shotgun a she rounds the truck and jumps in. You feel so incredibly awkward, knowing at least half the group is watching you and Harry say your goodbyes. No one knew you two had kissed, and you had a feeling you weren’t gunna do it again to let them all know either.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” you say while reaching for the back door of Travis’s truck.

“Yeah, I’ll text you,” Harry gives you his signature smug look before waving to the rest of the girls and Travis and getting into his car.

Could you be anymore confused? After the kiss there was no hand holding, no touching even, and definitely no second kiss either. Was it just a heat of the moment shut her up sort of thing for him? You sigh and play around on your phone as Jess gives Travis directions.

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