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Hi!! just wanted to say I love ur work and Iâm excited to read more!! If you have some kind of taglist Iâd love to be added!! <33 hope ur having a good day!!
heyyyyy
thank you sooo so much!! <3
i currently do not have a taglist just because i am so inconsistent with posting that i feel iâd definitely forget:,) im trying to post more so it might be something i do eventually!!
hi! i know these past months have been a little hard for many of us in the fandom, and i just wanted to send some love and appreciation to the writers here after all of the things that are happening
sometimes it feels like people forget that writers arenât machines that exist just to produce content. youâre real people who spend your time, creativity, and energy creating stories for us simply because you love it, and thatâs something really special
so thank you. thank you for every fic, every idea, every late night spent writing, every update, every little piece of your imagination that you chose to share with us
your work is appreciated more than you probably realize, and there are so many readers who care about what you create. please remember that your writing matters and that you deserve kindness just as much as anyone else in this fandom
I just read See you online. It was genuinely so good, like, a piece of heaven came here. And idk if that was a cliff hanger or nah, but holy it made me wishing for more
thank you so much!!! thatâs such a compliment!! <33
definitelyyy a cliff hanger thatâll be so so worth it
mdni!! 18+. smut. smut with no plot at all actually. modern au.
title based on if youâre too shy (let me know) - the 1975
a/n: heyyy iâm back with some degenerate smut!! itâs my first time ever doing a fic like this so if it isnât formatted well/is confusing pleaseeee let me know!! r has a faceless nsfw account on twitter, eddie is a content creator/camboy with a large following. theyâre both absolute down bad losers for one another! if itâs not your thing pls feel free to scroll
this @gutsnhugs kurt fic literally blew my mind and kinda forced me into finally writing some camboy!eddie so everyone say thank you!!
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you're horny.
horny and alone.
which wasn't a rarity, it was just that today was particularly awful and nothing on this wretched site is seeming to satiate the ache between your legs.
eddie always seemed to be able to, watching the one video of him being ridden like an absolute stallion over and over until you'd cum enough times to fall asleep.
but you need him, need him here.
the ache keeps coming back, each time worse than before. a deep, aching hunger for this strangers cock. it was debauchery, genuine filthy need to be used by this man that the autoscroll videos of puppies playing with ducklings couldn't even cleanse.
you click the small envelope on his profile on a whim, it's not like he'd ever see your message, god knows how many desperate women and men alike sent him utter vulgarity day in day out. this was more for your own appeasement. to know that you tried, even if you weren't successful.
you've posted a few videos here and there, garnering a couple hundred likes on a few. mostly just of your hand between your legs, shuddered gasps soundtracking the tapes. but you were nowhere near on eddie's level.
he had thousands of followers, all salivating at the mouth, clambering for the next video, the next stream of him mindlessly playing with his cock- hell, they'd cream themselves for just a tweet back saying hi.
đbaby
i need to fuck u so bad lol.
he wouldn't even see it.
you'd be cursed to a life of anonymous thirsting forever. unless of course you accidentally stumbled upon him in the street, accidentally bumping his shoulder which forces you to apologise, therein which he falls deeply, madly in love, fucking your brains out each and every day until the end of your lives.
but as delusional as you may be, you know that the likelihood of that ever happening is zero to none. so, instead of pining over some dude you'll never meet, you lock your phone and attempt to fall asleep. dreaming sweet musings of curly-headed men who live to make you cum.
-
the shrill ringing of your alarm is abrupt, forcefully prying you from your dreamland and back into the dull dregs of corporate life.
you don't even look at your phone until the coffee is in your mug, leaning over the kitchen island to find what was perhaps the worst notification you could've ever received.
edwardđ€
is that u on ur page?
if it is....... i'm down
very down
oh my god.
your heart thuds, feeling the mismatched beats in your throat.
firstly on account for him even seeing your disgraceful thirsting, but secondly for the fact that he's very down.
very down?
mortification rushes through your veins, heat creeping through your body in complete disgust. and arousal. definitely arousal.
đbaby
oh hey....
didn't think you'd actually see that i'm so sorryđ«Ł
ya they're me but i don't post my face #corporategirl
jesus christ.
you were beyond redemption, so disgustingly down bad for this man that he had you quivering over your burnt black coffee at six thirty in the fucking morning.
that far-fetched, ludicrous fantasy of yours seemed so terrifyingly feasible now that you want to cull it from your mind. rid yourself of any and all fantasies about him, just in case you were to meet and he could somehow read your tainted mind.
work today would only be made a hundred times harder knowing that you'd be waiting for a message back. for some inkling of hope to keep this facade up. he'd probably do it too- play along with your sick games in a bid to get you to pay for his top-tier onlyfans or some shit.
-
it's almost lunch before you're completely calmed down, absentmindedly checking your phone when you see that stupid little black heart again.
edward_munz followed you back!
edwardđ€
i see everything lol
do you really need to or do you have post nut clarity and regret ever sending that message
bc i don't
if you were wondering
you hate the fact that he has your ears burning from four silly little messages, only despising yourself more for immediately replying.
đbaby
that's so scary
no post nut clarity here
you spare a quick glance around the, mostly silent office, making sure nobody was creeping over your shoulder, checking in on their pervert coworker.
đbaby
you just nutted?
without showing me?đ„ș
you're disgusting.
immediately regretful for your no-better-than-a-dude's words.
đbaby
omg i'm sorry ew
he doesn't reply, or even see the messages. forcing your heart into arrest, your pussy already throbbing at the most surface level flirting the twitter dm's had ever seen.
the knot in your stomach grows with every passing minute, was it over now? before it had even started? you should've kept your mouth shut, participated in the parasocial teasing and then gone home to up your sub amount like a good little follower instead.
ping
edwardđ€ sent an image
you tentatively click the notification, it'd be a sub-list. one telling you to send him an extra ten dollars for the dm's package.
oh no.
your head snaps up, glancing at your unassuming colleagues again. double, triple insurance that none of them could see your phone screen.
it's a picture of his lower stomach, covered in a thick white tinted substance, the curly hairs on his groin all slicked with the stuff and the pretty pink tip of his glistening cock in the background.
edwardđ€
is that anything?
proof enough for u?
đbaby
wow
fuck i'm at work rn
NEED to fuck you for sure
or need you to fuck me maybe
edwardđ€
if ur serious, i'm always down
ur fucking hot
you're fucking hot?
coming from the very man that had you pleading for mercy from your own bastard hand. you're honoured, completely, unabashedly honoured.
đbaby
i'm so serious
are u??
don't make me get my hopes up for nothing
edwardđ€
ofc i am
do u even live anywhere near indiana?
indiana? the love of your life has been in indiana this entire time?
đbaby
i live in indiana! lol
i live just outside the city
what about you?
edwardđ€
hawkins
lol
that's like
a 40 minute drive from me
u might be worth it tho
đbaby
might be?
edwardđ€
ok
WILL be
better?
đbaby
much better
r u 100% serious
i've never done this before i don't know if you're just trying to be nice
edwardđ€
100% serious.
if ur scared we can always ft before?
you grin at your phone, a loser of the highest order. it was the bare minimum chivalry that one would expect but it had you biting your lip anyway.
edwardđ€
but i wanna see you
i mean it
đbaby
okay
i want to see u too
u don't even know what i look like lol
edwardđ€
true
show me
if we're gonna make sweet love or wtv i should know
đbaby
lolllll
you scroll through your camera roll, swiping past the numerous images of your food and the sunset in an attempt to find a half-decent picture of yourself. there's one taken from your laptop, lead on your stomach with your feet dangling helplessly in the back with your finger positioned right between your teeth.
edwardđ€ reacted â€ïž to your message
fuuuucckkkk
and you want to fuck me?
why??
đbaby
oh my god
don't do that
you know ur hot
edwardđ€
i'm so fucking hard again lol
wyd saturday?
it's taking everything within you not to scuttle off to the bathroom to ease the pulsing of your cunt. he was ridiculously smooth. charming his way right into your sodden panties, not that that wasn't an easy feat for someone who looked like him.
đbaby
nothing
or...
i can be doing something if u want
edwardđ€
now you are
i'm coming over
need to feel u
so so bad
thereâs a knock at your cubicle wall, startling you out of your skin. kristy swings round, none the wiser to your deplorable antics, "we're gonna grab some lunch, you coming?" so completely oblivious to how much her choice of words rang true.
you shield your phone with your entire body, protecting her from the filth that lay upon it, you're not entirely sure who would end up more traumatised. "oh.. uhm yeah, let me just finish up and i'll meet you downstairs," nodding sweetly, a complete facade to cover up who you really were.
đbaby
iâm so so sorry
i have to go
work thing
iâll make it up to you later
edwardđ€
oh fuck you
thatâs so mean
iâll remember that
iâm gonna stream later
you better be there
his invitation makes you smile to yourself, haphazardly tossing your belongings into your bag, hoping your beaming grin and warm skin wouldn't arouse suspicion with your coworkers. you've no idea how you'll make it through lunch, let alone the rest of your workday all the while knowing eddie was barely an hour away, stroking his cock to the thought of you.
đbaby
wouldnât miss it
-
you donât waste a millisecond between getting through your front door and thinking about how youâll make it up to eddie.
shuffling through your usual routine of stripping off your rigid work clothes, reheating whatever bland variation of leftovers left in the fridge and planting yourself on the couch to watch hours of trashy tv. only today, you move upstairs, to your bedroomâ to privacy.
you had an array of previously filmed videos, mostly awfully-lit, barely legible thirty second clips of you cumming, made for the sole purpose of garnering likes from thirsty old men online. they wouldn't do, weren't up to the standard that he deserved for your cruel blue-balling.
it comes to you as you finish the borderline inedible spaghetti, sat cross-legged on your bed. you'd make it up to him a thousand times over, and no doubt rile him up a thousand more.
đbaby
when r u going live
need to see u
edwardđ€
look at you begging for me now
you still owe me
but give me ten and i'll be live
perfect.
enough time to set yourself up, laptop poised and ready to go, pussy purring for a glimpse of his ringed fingers pumping his shaft. knowing now, that he was just as eager to fuck you, as you were him- you wanted to make this something, worthwhile even. purposefully changing into an especially racy pair of black panties, not that he'd see much, that wasn't the point.
your phone buzzes, snapping you out of the enchanting visions of him fucking you into the mattress. a link, to his stream sits waiting, taunting. making the distracted fluttering of your cunt oh so much worse.
edwardđ€
just for you
you tilt the laptop screen, just enough to be captured by your phone, joining the stream to a dimly-lit image of him sat resting on his elbow. one hand wrapped around his phone, the other moving slowly over his hip.
his eyes flit between whatever was on his screen to the chat, thousands of faceless people begging to see more. eddie could go live anytime and be certain that at least a thousand porn-brained sickos would be tuning in to watch.
"how's your day been?" he asks, voice seeping through your dark bedroom, "y'think about me at all?" chuckling low, still engrossed by whatever it was he was watching.
god, you hope it's you.
the chat lights up with a hundred messages. âall day everyday!' and 'i never stop thinking about you' fill the screen. he had them wrapped around his little finger, lapping up the petty scraps he threw them.
and don't get it wrong, you were absolutely one of them. look at the state he'd gotten you in without ever touching you.
your hand sinks down between your thighs, phone positioned carefully on your chest as you hit record. he hadn't even started touching himself yet and you were soaked. the commanding boom of his voice, the lazy eye contact with the camera and the sheer exhilaration of knowing you'd see exactly what you do to him on camera.
your fingers dip into the soft lace, circling your clit a few measly times before sliding between your wet folds and into your quivering hole, "oh fuuck," gasping right into the microphone, words intertwined with shaky moans.
eddie looks at the camera, as if he's looking through the plastic right at you, "a little excited today, aren't you?" fucker, it's like he knows. "'m gonna start in a sec.." gripping his dick through the material, ensuring the vulgar outline of his erection can be appropriately seen by all.
"shit.." murmuring without meaning to, so entirely wrecked by just a few words.
he tugs on his sweatpants, tongue peeking out of his shiny lips as his cock jumps up, hitting against his stomach, already glossy with pre-cum. "that what you wanted, hm?" wrapping his hand around the base as his phone falls onto the mattress, images of you already burned into his mind, you hope.
your fingers glide back to your clit, tracing around the thrumming nub, right in time with his fist moving up and down. you share the same tempo, despite the distance. that must mean something, maybe.
âoh eddie,â you whine, the video now a shaky haze, attributed to your imminent orgasm, âtouch me.. fuck please touch me,â mewling into your phone, only exaggerating a little, mostly for his benefit.
it doesnât take long for you to make yourself cum, fucking your fingers desperately, a pool of your spend coating the digits when your stomach flips. projecting a chorus line of expletives, littered with echoes of his name.
he grunts, just as you begin to trembleâ connected by a higher being youâre sure. his thumb teasing his tip, drawing this out for as long as it took, milking the drooling sycophants for every last dollar they were willing to tip.
âplease please please,â you pant, seeking his permission to let yourself topple over, âthank you.. thank- shit,â crashing into your climax, crying out with little care as to who could hear.
your phone slides from your heaving chest, almost immediately ready to go again when your eyes focus and connect with his.
it takes a minute, but you gain enough semblance of control eventually, tapping hurriedly to get the video sent and into his hands.
his phone brightens up the inked skin of his rib cage and for a moment you think he might just ignore it until he pauses, recognises your name and lets curiosity take over. the camera jolts, his laptop shoved slightly lower, so as to not expose whatever might be waiting behind the notification.
âoh shit,â eddie mutters, glancing at the chat only to instantly flick back to your little pornography attempt. âjesus christ,â swiftly lowering the volume of his phone when the video plays.
this is it.
everything youâd ever wanted, transpiring over a grainy livestream on a rainy thursday evening. itâs awe inspiring, just last night you had meant nothing to him and now youâre making him jitter like a stupid school boy.
the chat awakens when he puts the phone to his face, muffled sounds of your pleas ring out for thousands to hear.
whatâs wrong?
pls donât go!!!
need to see u cumđ
his hand reignites, watching diligently how your hips roll and you fuck yourself to his nonchalance, âfuck.. yeah, thatâs it bunny,â he keens, the mindless nickname youâd given yourself tumbling out of his lips.
whatâs he watching
who is that lol.
relentlessly fucking his fist now, no longer concerned with the stream, but instead you. every single sense of his is honed into you and his fucking cock.
he has a gf???
âyâgonna take my cock, huh?â voice full of rasp, dominance. youâre shivering all over again, grinding down onto nothing, âgonna cum all over my fuckinâ cock,â a demand, not a question.
your cunt drips, hand now back in your panties, teasing your clit with his words. with the image of him losing all composure to your video. his strangled moans travel through the speaker, masquerading the wet shlick of your pussy.
âdoinâ so good fâme..â you can see his fingers scramble restart the recording, the others vigorously pumping around his cock, âohh.. shit, bunny. fuck, i gotta feel you.. needâa..â trailing off into silence to allow your wails through clearly.
who even is that.
this is so fucking hotđ„”
wish that was me
the tattoos littering his body gleam with sweat, flexing with every jerk of his hand, every time your syrupy iteration of his name calls out through the phone. itâs sickening how your own voice makes you shudder, getting off to yourself seemed narcissistic but it fills your stomach with electricity.
eddie must agree, sighing into the air with zero constraint, âgonna fill you up.. yeah? you want that? want me to cum inside yâperfect pussy?â
âfuck yes.. fuck.. please,â begging him, so feeble. at his mercy and so willingly too.
the camera wobbles, matching his ferocious pace though you see him perfectly. see his pretty cock twitch between his palm, âfuck yeah baby.. fuck yes, gonna cum.. gonna cum right here,â garbled nonsense mostly but it sends you hurtling into another orgasm.
seemingly just in front of his own, strained sobs fall out of his pouted lips, deliriously chanting your display name, âyes bunny, take itâ take it all,â thick ropes of cum paint his hand and thighs, over and over.
jesus christđ„đ„đ„đ„
just came everywhere lmao!
heâs ruined, a shell of the cocky, egotistical exterior he had on prior. and all because of you.
his arm falls to his side, then, abruptly the screen goes dark, his laptop snapped shut without so much as a goodbye nary thank you to his loyal following.
thereâs maybe a single second of silence before your phone explodes, vibrations one after the other alerting you to his frenzied messages.
edwardđ€
ur fucking crazy
genuinely fucked
did you see how much i fucking came
do u want me to lose my mind??
was that u making it up to me bc shit
your heart beats a million miles a minute, if this was what happened over some low quality livestream, how would you ever cope with him in actuality? thereâs not a chance in hell youâll make it out alive.
đbaby
so you liked it??
edwardđ€
iâm abt to drive to your house rn
iâll show you how much i liked it
loved it
i loved it
đbaby
please do
i came twice lol
i want u
edwardđ€
im gonna cum again
show me u rn
just anything
pls
you diligently open the camera, cheek pressed into the pillow with your eyes wide, gazing directly at him through miles of separation. in the most ludicrous way, it feels like heâs peering right backâ together even though you couldnât be further from it.
edwardđ€
fuvkkkk gof
iâm cumming
iâm in love with u
come here
let me come ther idc
come on my face
five unconscious words were going to ruin your life forever.
18+ mdni. smut!! eddie is rude and grumpy (as per usual) older!eddie x reader apocalypse au. no use of y/n!
part two to take me (home)!! sorry it took so long i was sick and also lazy and also rewriting my crush fic because why the hell not? the pov switches at some point towards the end, sorry if itâs confusing!
coming to hawkins was a mistake. a mistake that had cost you your best friend, your heart and your sanity. taking your chances with the roaming dead faired better than living next to the miserable man with great hands.
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eddie munson is dead.
not literally, but to you he is.Â
or maybe itâs the other way around. and your existence had strangely disappeared from his train of thought.Â
it seems likely considering the fact that he had hardly even looked at you since that night.Â
he avoids your runs, sits at the opposite end of the dining room, hell, he takes the long way around the town just to avoid your house.Â
he used you.Â
got what he wanted and ran.Â
itâs no surprise that even during the end of the world, men are still adamant on being the worst.Â
nothing had kept him from your mind, no amount of distance could make you forget the tender way he touched you, the feel of his lips against your skin, the mind numbing orgasm that followed.Â
it didnât help that robin was busy too, preoccupied with her girlfriend to offer much advice for your predicament. youâre not bitter as such, in fact youâre happier than ever for her, but you just wished she could let you cry on her shoulder for an hour or two.Â
instead of moping, wishing things were different, you get on with your new life here. runs with nancy, dinners with steve and jonathan, joyce and even started showing you how to sew.Â
youâre still not completely convinced about this place yet, so much so your knife sleeps by your head every night, but youâre getting close.Â
something was just missing. you think maybe itâs the fact that everybody just seemed so comfortable, so comfortable that they werenât truly prepared for if something bad were to happen.Â
you push it down, knowing that eddie wouldnât even look you in the eye, let alone hear your complaints about his town.Â
you do that a lot lately, shrugging things off, pretending youâre fine. itâd become part and parcel of being a hawkins resident.Â
-
dinner is the same old, some unidentified casserole and some misshapen vegetables that joyce was very proud of growing.Â
eddie isnât here again, youâd watched chrissy inconspicuously take a tray in the direction of his little office.Â
pussy.Â
your eyes instinctively roll back when she scurries back in, empty tray in hand. like he was some sort of king, demanding to be served.Â
were you that bad?Â
could he really not face you?
something clicks tonight, watching chrissy dote pathetically after him, knowing that your sheer presence is the reason behind his cowardice.Â
you have to confront him, even if you never have sex with him again, even if this ends with you eloping from hawkins in the middle of the night.Â
you had to do it.Â
-
you sort of haunt the halls, towing back and forth between marching right up to his door to demand an apology and just slinking off to bed, acting like he didnât exist again.Â
once everyone had gone back to their own homes and you had paced around and around until youâd gathered up enough courage to actually knock on his door, you do it.Â
or get close to doing it.Â
lingering pathetically outside instead.Â
you wanted answers with no clear questions for getting them.Â
why?Â
why did he do any of that?
the candlelight flickering underneath the door gives his position away.Â
pfft amateur.Â
itâs not like heâd moved all night, most likely waiting until there was a negative chance of bumping into you.Â
you canât even bring yourself to knock, maybe the not knowing would be better anyway. you could pretend it had been some extenuating circumstance that had forced you apart.Â
but your knuckles rise anyway, knocking on their own volition, startling even yourself, let alone the man inside.Â
he grumbles a muted come in before you hear his chair creak. he doesnât know itâs you.Â
you could bolt, pretend nothing had happened and go right back to ignoring one another again.Â
edging yourself inside, forcing your feet forwards, making yourself unable to back out of this.Â
eddie doesnât look up at first, your silence forcing him to slide his eyes from the book in front to your dimly lit face.Â
itâs the first time in weeks that youâd seen him properly, his soft chocolate eyes that often tried too hard to look mean, the scar that had grazed your lips, and infested your nightly thoughts for too long.Â
âcan we talk?â barely a squeak, picking at a hangnail instead of facing his heavy stare.Â
his chair creaks again, dropping his pen onto the desk, âi- thereâs nothing to talk about.âÂ
unbelievable.Â
does he even believe that?Â
âwhatâs wrong with me?â
his head turns quickly, appalled that youâd even ask such a thing, âwhat?â
âi said, whatâs wrong with me? what about me disgusted you so much that you canât even look at me?â refusing to let your lip quiver, your vulnerability must be protected.Â
eddie, ever stoic, ever an asshole, shakes his head, ânothingâ,â he stands, rescinding his previous tone, âwe shouldnât have done that.. it was.. irresponsibleâ a mistake.â
he regrets his words the second they leave his lips, watching your chin wobble and your eyes gloss over has him wishing heâd just swallowed his tongue instead.Â
you hadnât seen him ruminating. arguing with himself about how he could never let you go. how he canât possibly say goodbye now.Â
he has to stay away, for your own good. for his sanity.Â
itâs betrayal of the highest order, but youâre not sure who from. eddie was never particularly fond of you before, he didnât owe you shit then and he didnât owe you shit now.Â
thatâs what youâve convinced yourself of anyway.Â
âitâs late. you should get home before..â trailing off into heavy silence. he probably wants to mention robin, but even he had noticed how little youâd been around each other.Â
âcan you just tell me?â youâre whispering now, ashamed to grovel but you had to know. you had to. âwhy? why was it a mistake?âÂ
his tongue clicks against the back of his teeth, chewing the air as a replacement for words. âbecause it wasâ it just was.â
heâs so close now, close enough for you to rightfully slap his cheekâ which you do. the sharp sound echoes around the tiny room, watching with glee as he flinches, caressing the stinging skin.Â
as your hand grasps the door handle, ready to leave and never come back, eddie bravely, or maybe stupidly, opens his mouth again. muted words that mean nothing. âi stayed away for you. for your own good.â
âwhat the fuck are you talking about?â
somewhere, deep in his fucked up brain, heâd conjured up this excuse. a reason to flip everything back onto you. because at the end of the day, under his hardened exterior, he was still a clueless man.Â
he sighs, a pathetic expulsion of air that makes you want to slap him again, âeverything is different with you.âÂ
itâs getting harder to hide your utter confusion, his ramblings of nonsense were beginning to frustrate you.Â
you turn, regrettably giving him the benefit of the doubt, âi donât understand what youâre saying.. youâre notâ youâre not making any sense.âÂ
he looks truly woeful, so much so that you might start pitying him. every word comes across as some internal struggle, fighting to make their way out.Â
âi canât have sex with you again,â shaking his head, âi canât talk to you anymoreâ i canât even look at you.â
this is what he so badly wanted to say? another harsh rejection, trying to twist the knife even further into your stomach.Â
eddie starts again, before you can get a word in, before you can slap him again. âi canât stop myself fromâ,â cutting himself off with a hitch in his throat, âi canât get too close to you, itâs not.. itâs not a good idea.â
âwhy?â the underlying question of it all. the only thing youâre interested in knowing is why? why any of this?Â
his feet drag across the floor, stepping closer like he wasnât the one who had just said he doesnât even want to look at you anymore.Â
âwhat if something happens to you?â stopping his fingers from meeting your sodden cheek, âwhat happens when i have to watch you die? because itâs not ifâ itâs when,â allowing himself the contact, knuckles wiping your tears away.Â
your head shakes, overwhelmed with emotion, drained and yet electrified by his touch all at once. ân-nothingâs going to happen to me, eddie. itâs safe hereâ i feel safe here, because of you,â raising your hand to meet his, fingers entangling loosely.Â
eddie blinks, his own teary eyes hidden behind his spindly eyelashes, âiâm doing this for you.. so you can live without having to worry about me,â calloused fingertips clasp yours feebly.Â
âi donât want to,â adamant with your choice, albeit having to swallow your pride to get yourself to continue, ânothing will happen to me.. nothing.âÂ
âbut i canât promise you that,â he swallows.Â
âyou donât have to, iâm not asking you to,â the orange hue of the candle lights his face perfectly, evoking a burning blaze in your core.Â
his eyes flicker shut, relinquishing his stubborn stature to soften into your touch.Â
âi want this,â forcing his gaze back to you, âi want you to want this,â more than anything.Â
âyou.. you know i do.âÂ
youâre itching to crash your lips into his, but you wait for him to move first. to show you that he really wants this.Â
âso try, for me,â bringing your entwined hands to his face, grazing his jaw with your cut knuckles.Â
eddie forces them back, flying into the wall with brute force, your back knocking against the wood next. âiâll try,â closing the distance with a kiss, soft and tender for just a second, until his tongue slips out and into your mouth.Â
you moan in appreciation, free hand finding his curly locks to tug softly. Â
the midnight hour thankfully gives you cover, no one would be out at this time except for whoever was on the wall. even then, they were too far away to hear you in here.Â
you hum into his mouth, walking him back towards the chair, you were in charge tonight. making it clear exactly how everything between you was going to go, handling his expectations if you will.Â
he sits, pulling you down with him in an awkward dance. your legs straddle his thighs rather uncomfortably, holding onto his lean shoulders for stability.Â
âneed you.. needâa feel you again sweetheart,â eddieâs fingers rush to the waistband of your jeans, fiddling with the button until he gives up and yanks them down your thighs.Â
you shuffle again, aiding him with getting you undressed, an amalgamation of legs and denim where youâre not sure when eddie ends and you start.Â
the chair damn near breaks when he slides his own jeans down, coming to rest on his thighs, just below his growing cock. your fingers graze his boxers, watching open-mouthed as his cock jumps.Â
âhm.. sâall yours princess,â grunting out his words, concentrating on not busting a nut all over his pants.Â
your eyes travel slowly back to his face, âyâpromise?âÂ
âmhmm,â a drawn out, barely coherent noise from the base of his chest, his palms a sweaty mess as they run along your hips, twirling the band of your underwear with his fingers.Â
your bodies moving at eddieâs pace, a tepid affair that has your cunt soaked, begging for more.Â
you whine incessantly into the limited space between your faces, âyouâre beinâ mean,â the thin fabric of your underwear now certainly dripping with arousal, leaving your mark upon the outline of his member.Â
eddie offers a rebuttal, forcing your hips to clash against his once more, âyouâre not in control here,â smirking deliriously at your eager expression.Â
itâs enough to have you wrestling with the tight space in between you, ferociously pulling his boxers down, his leaking cock springing up against his stomach.Â
would it be too much to lick your lips?Â
your body twitches with anticipation either way, wrapping your hand around the thick base, pumping slowly, thrilled to have him groan in frustration.Â
âa-alright sweetheart, you win,â placing his hand over the top of yours, guiding his pink tip to your cunt, one hand keeping a firm grip on your waist.Â
you lower yourself slowly onto his length, taking a firm grip of his shoulder to hold yourself steady. it had only been a few weeks but eddie was, regrettably, rather well-endowed.Â
his breath is warm as it hits your neck, his face burrowed against your skin. you donât want to move, this felt good enough to genuinely get you off anyway.Â
âcâmon sweetheart..â he slurs, âneed you to move or somethinâ,â muffled by his position, lips leaving wet pecks along your jaw.Â
you nod softly, using your hands to move yourself up, and back down. Â
the speed of your movements is pathetic, feeble even. slow, long strokes that force him to take over and do something.Â
grabbing a handful of your plush ass to begin helping your hips move, filling your chest with his cock, forcing high-pitched whimpers from your throat.Â
âfuck eddie,â wailing into the thick air, âmissed you sâmuch,â clutching frantically at his skinâ his hair, anything you can get ahold of. you need him closer yet, so pathetically desperate not to lose him again that youâd climb inside of his skin.Â
eddie grunts into your ear, kissing the skin as he goes, âyeah princess? tell me how bad,â thrusting upwards to meet your cunt half-way.Â
âso bad,â holding his hair in your fist, tugging his head back to find his dopey eyes, âthought about you everyday.. mhmm.â
anyone still in this building could no doubt hear your filthy mewls and your soaked cunt, sounding out in perfect harmony. nobody had ever managed to get you this wet before, leaving trails of your release on his pubes.Â
heâs louder this time around, practically howling into your ear. his pace is tireless, jerking up fiercely as his hands palm and grope at every inch of available skin. Â
thereâs something about the scar on his lip that you canât get enough of, only praying that youâll get to have his lips all over your skin forever and ever.Â
âfuck me,â you mewl, relinquishing full control over to him, too tired, too weary to keep up the facade of command any longer.Â
his hands grab and grapple your ass, palming the doughy flesh, bringing your hips up and right back down onto his dick. you donât have to even think, not that youâre able to.Â
eddie is downright relentless, cock reaching indescribable heights inside, while his lips stay pressed to your jaw, leaving lazy, wet kisses to the skin.Â
âfeel so fuckinâ good,â he howls, animalistic in his yelping. if you looked down, youâre sure youâd see his toes curl.Â
not that you possibly could, you can hardly muster the strength to look him in the eye.Â
your stomach twists and turns, nearing your orgasm as his own hips stutter. balls slapping against your warm thighs, making you tremble and shudder.Â
you force out some vague mumblings of his name, chanting like it were the gospel. the chair squeaks, masking your shaky voice and causing your grip to tighten on his hair.Â
with his nose pressed flat against your cheek, eddie whimpers, âiâd give anything to cum inside you right now,â voice strained, pleading with himself to just let go.Â
âpleaseâ mhm please,â digging your nails into his flexed shoulders, your better judgment clouded by his twitching cock and the sweet feel of his nails digging into your flesh.Â
he quickens his hips in return, balls slapping carelessly against your thighs, âhmm? let me fill you up,â fingernails digging deep into your fleshy hips, âplease?âÂ
one word is all it takes for your orgasm to topple over and your soul to seemingly intwine with his forever.Â
âyes..yes..yes,â too cock-drunk to weigh the consequences fully. itâd be worth it to feel him like that, have him relinquish all his common sense just to cum inside you.Â
eddie does as you beg, rushing over, spurts of his release paint your walls, filling you to the hilt over and over again until he canât take any more and he has to pull out.Â
he heaves, rushed and gasping for air against your neck, âfuck sweetheart,â gasp, âi wasnât sâposed to.. shit-,â turning to mush between your arms.Â
the room feels smaller than it had beforeâ or perhaps it was due to your bodies melding together, a mixture of both your releases, sweat and spit alike.Â
eddieâs fingers, despite groping your entire body, startle you as they settle on your back, tracing tiny stars into the curve at the bottom. âi told myself that i was never gonna do that again,â a certain sadness to his voice.Â
âoops.â
his chuckle rumbles through your chest, pulling you back from his neck to catch his gaze, âyeah. oops,â lacking the energy to stifle his smile.Â
eddie starts again, shifting your weight from his lap, âwe should get back.. youâre cominâ with me tomorrow,â tapping your skin, a signal to get off.Â
your brows furrow, remembering the blank space next to your name on the rota, âoh am i?â
âyou are now,â he beams, smacking your ass for good measure before standing from his chair.Â
eddie helps you reclothe yourself, mostly just by tossing discarding items of clothing in your direction but he helps nonetheless.Â
you watch quietly as he locks his office door, walking in-step with one another through the halls and out onto the chilly streets. eddieâs quiet, as he usually is, hands stuffed into his pockets as he steers the both of you towards your house.Â
who were you if not inquisitive? opening your mouth to no doubt annoy him with more of your questions.Â
âbefore this.. would you have even looked at me?â the age gap between you wasnât really something to raise your brows over, but you had pondered about his life before all this, how itâd be if you met then and not now.Â
even in the dark of the night you can see how badly he wants to sigh, not privy to your overwhelmingly curious questions. âi donât know.. you mightâa slapped me if i had.âÂ
heâs not entirely wrong, but even years ago, before the dead rose from the ground, you probably certainly wouldâve indulged in your fantasies of an older, rougher man.Â
âmaybe,â replying intoned, âbut you wouldâve liked it.â
eddie laughs, hanging back as you near the house. it sat dark and empty. robin wasnât there, she hadnât really been there for weeks.Â
which was fine. and totally not terrifying at all.Â
you wait by the door, half-expecting him to come up to the perch anyway, but he doesnât. leaning against the fencing as he watches you nonchalantly fiddle with the door.Â
âyâknow.. robinâs not home..â shrugging softly, the nights finally getting a little warmer, âyou could always come in,â acting as nonchalant as your nerves allowed.Â
eddie stands at the bottom of your porch, nodding softly, âwas that supposed to be an invitation?â narrowing his big soft eyes.Â
âyes itâs an invitation,â replying curtly, his hard-to-get act wasnât cute.Â
his lips purse, eyes flickering from your face to your frustrated stance, âwell.. itâd be rude to say no to you,â shuffling towards the door, like he was always going to do.Â
your eyes struggle not to roll to the back of your head, stepping into the cold, lonely house. ignoring the mess youâd left for later to pull him straight into your bedroom and into the warm bed.Â
eddie felt like furnace, even in just his boxers, pulling you into his arms to share in his intense heat.Â
you talk, eddie mostly listens.Â
answering your mundane questions with a grunt or a laugh, mostly slipping into sleep until you clasp his hand, holding up the ringed finger to your face, âyou were married before?â you didnât take him for someone thatâd marry but then this world changed people.Â
ânope,â shaking his head, wrapping his fingers back around yours, âit was my uncleâs,â avoiding your eye, âhe gave me the ring whe-,â cutting himself off, his fingers gently squeeze yours, looking for the strength to continue, âwhen the world went to shit.âÂ
you hum, appreciating his candour, for once he wasnât closed off, keeping his every thought to himself rather than just letting you in. changing the tone, you speak up, âwhyâd nobody wanna marry you back then?âÂ
this works, forcing a chuckle from the back of his throat, âbecause i was an asshole.â
âyouâre still an asshole,â which really couldnât be refuted.Â
âfuck you, no one wanted to marry you either,â squeezing your hand gently, withholding his sigh.Â
you chortle, rolling your eyes even though you can barely see a thing, âbecause i was in college, eddie.â
he produces a gruff sounding whine in response, ânow youâre really makinâ me sound old,â as if his greys werenât streaking through his shoddily thrown up bun.Â
âmaybe because you are,â squeezing his hand right back, just as heâd done to you.Â
eddie scoffs, nestling into the pillow, âjust for that, iâm wakinâ you up extra early tomorrow,â his eyelids fluttering closed as his smile stays planted on his lips.Â
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heâs there in the morning.Â
there to kiss you awake and make you a terrible cup of coffee. forcing you out of bed for a shift you never signed up for.Â
âtodayâs supposed to be my day off, yâknow,â you grumble, trailing behind him to the armoury, still half asleep and certainly no happier to be dragged along behind him.Â
âquit your complaininâ, weâre going out there whether you like it or not,â walking backwards now, just to really rub it in. Â
his eyes twinkle in the light, a spark reignited that can solely be attributed to you. heâs a different man, younger even.Â
maybe not that far.Â
but he did seem a much brighter man this morning, his fingers hadnât left your skin since heâd crawled into bed, finding any way to keep ahold of you.Â
he stays close now, even as you clean dirt off your bow, waiting for the all clear to head out from dustin who sits rather worriedly atop the gate. heâs speaking hastily into his walkie, watching as jonathan comes steaming down from the back wall to you guys.Â
ânancy and chrissy!â he shrieks, struggling to catch his breath, âtheyâre still out there,â jonathan frantically pants, ây-youâve gotta go find them!â
with that, eddie takes off towards the gate, only looking back for you when the gates donât open immediately.Â
âopen the fucking gate dustin!â he yells upwards, attempting to push the sturdy wood to make his own way.Â
âno! think about this!â dustin screeches, âweâll get a team! you canât go out there on your own, what if theyâre in trouble?â hollering down at eddieâs fretting state.Â
the noise draws the early risers, steve who had heard the commotion over his walkie jogs over, robin and vickie who were otherwise on their way to breakfast, join too.Â
âwhatâs going on?â steve interjects, looking to eddie to find absolutely nothing.Â
you have to take the lead, eddie canât think further than getting out of here and everyone else seemed utterly dumbfounded by the situation.Â
âchrissy and nancy never came back from their patrol. i need you two to gear up and come with us,â pointing at the two of them, âgrab your guns, weâll search to the edge of the forest and then split off and circle back,â nodding firmly at the pair before attempting to get through to a pacing eddie.Â
he doesnât want to do anything but find them, made clear by the way he slumps against the wall, waiting to be allowed out of it.Â
ârobin and steve are just getting their guns and then we can go, okay?â struggling to meet his gaze, âyou canât do it alone.âÂ
eddie looks up, his features calming at the sight of your stoic face, only able to nod softly.Â
he cared about chrissy more than he cared about anyone, that was clear. their history mostly unknown to you but even in the little that eddie had let slip, you could infer her importance.Â
robin and steve walk back, guns holstered and raring to go, you could walk through the plan on the way, not that there was much of one. just a vague idea to cover the forest and hope for the best.Â
eddie stalks ahead in silence, scanning the tree line carefully, to no avail.Â
his shoulders are tense and no one dares to speak aloud, too fearful of his reaction to try and offer any words of relief.Â
he stumbles upon a trampled bush, rushing through without doing his due diligence which forces you to sprint along after him.Â
but heâs stopped, standing in silence staring at the groaning crowd, all thumping their fists on the rotting building.Â
a house, covered in mold and so nearly hidden by the overgrown ivy. theyâre in there, the gaggle of dead banging against the door solidified that fact.Â
no one moves, but you can tell eddieâs trying to find chrissyâs green scrunchie on any of the bodies scratching at the wood.Â
his gun comes up, pointed at the crowd before you snatch it down immediately. what the fuck was he thinking? everyone in hawkins seemed so shrouded, becoming too comfortable with their lives to understand how dangerous it really was out here.Â
âdonât,â whispering harshly, âwe can draw them away, shoot that gun and every walker within five milesâll be on top of us,â furrowing your brows as the plan comes together bit by bit.Â
admittedly, you needed more people than you had. robin and steve could fire off from one direction, splitting the horde in two, but then you werenât sure of what exactly was in the house and whether eddie could handle seeing it.Â
thereâs one thing you can conjure up, eddie wouldnât like it and robin would protest but needs must and you werenât even going to give them the opportunity.Â
âstay here,â you hiss, crouching through the tree line until you near the fence. now was your chance, glancing back at eddie to find his perturbed glare, his lips mouthing a harsh no.Â
fuck it.Â
you spring up, shooting two stray bullets into the trees opposite, watching the geeks turn their heads towards you and not the house.Â
âHEY,â hollering as loud as your voice would allow, âover here!â side stepping until you were free from the brush, guiding them hurriedly away from your friends while you pray the rest of them break them out and not follow you.Â
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eddie wants to throw up.Â
heâs going to lose you. not even twenty four hours after heâd un-fucked himself enough to even have you in the first place.Â
youâre gone before he can do anything about it, with a clear line to the house, he knows what has to be done.Â
okay.Â
okay.Â
youâd survived out here longer than any of them had, if anyone could do this, itâd be you.Â
robin grits through her tears, she was your friend first. how selfish of him to freeze right now. while robin watched the group surround you and chrissy and nancy sat terrified in the destitute house.Â
you are fine.Â
if you could survive years out here, another hour was nothing.Â
âget to the door,â he orders, âget them out and back to town quickly,â prepared to set off without another word.Â
âwhatâre you doing?â robin frets, grabbing onto his arm.Â
he finds her apprehensive eyes, coming into himself once more, âshe needs help. iâm gonna follow the tracks and get her back, i need you to get those two and then go back and tell everyone that everythingâs fine, okay?âÂ
âi-iâll come!â she declares, volunteering herself for death duty.
eddie refutes, a firm, hard âno,â before sprinting off down the same winding path youâd disappeared down.Â
you canât be far, a five minute head start couldnât separate you that far, could it?Â
he just canât figure out which way youâve gone, right was back to town but he knows you and he knows that you wouldnât want to draw them back that way.Â
you were smart like that, more astute than he could ever hope to be.Â
this is a cruel twist of fate, heâd had you for one fucking day. and now heâs forced to do what terrified him most and let you go again.Â
itâs getting dark now, heâd combed the woods twice over and still hadnât found a trace of you.Â
he canât give up, not after youâd sacrificed yourself for himâ for his friend. itâs all his fault really, he shouldnât have let you go and he shouldâve got enough of a grip of himself to handle the situation.Â
just when his self-pitying had become too much, a voice, barely audible, speaks from the shadows.Â
eddie
his head whips around, trying to find the voice, the voice he was so sure was yours.Â
âwhere are you?â eddie calls, âplease,â begging the empty sky for it to be you.Â
his heart thumps in his ears, louder than the voice had even been.Â
thereâs a beat of silence and eddieâs petrified that it was just this mind playing cruel tricks on him untilâ
â..down here,â you echo out, meek and tired.Â
itâs you.Â
itâs really you.Â
stuck cowering behind the overgrown trees, scuffs of dirt and blood spatter your cheeks, exhaustion evident on your weary face.Â
eddie rips through the branches, dropping to his knees before you, his hands frantically finding your cheeks just to make sure that itâs really you and not an illusion.Â
âjesus fuckingâ how long have you been here?â he frets, brushing matted hair from your eyes, still not quite certain that you were real.Â
your lips curve upwards, despite everything, youâre still smiling, âa few hours.. i was starting to think youâd forgotten âbout me,â clasping your hand over his.Â
âi donât think i could ever forget you,â cradling your jaw, relishing the look in your eyes, the one he was so petrified to forget.Â
you smile weakly, nodding your head. last night had been so special, so tenderâ there was nothing that could ever take that memory from either of you.Â
âyouâre not bitten?â asking warily, eddie canât guarantee that if the answer was yes, that heâd be able to do what needed to be done.Â
your head shakes and his shoulders relax, ânot bit, i lost âem hours ago.. i just got tired.âÂ
eddie frowns, âyou canât do it alone, thatâs what you said to me this morning,â scolding in his tone, âbut i canât do it without you,â refusing to let his bottom lip wobble.Â
you were alive, he could feel your skin beneath his fingersâ there was no reason to cry.Â
âshut up,â brushing him off, âare you gonna save me or just lecture me?â
he huffs, rocking you gently in his arms, ânoâ iâm gonna carry you back,â nodding to ensure you really understand, âhome isnât that far, you ready to move?â he can see the scratches on your face and arms, but heâs not sure what else is lurking beneath your clothes.Â
you nod, wrapping your arms around his neck as his hands shuffle underneath your legs, hoisting you from the cold ground. âow,â you shudder, nestling your face into his neck, âi think.. i think i hurt my ankle,â shuddering at the pain of his movements.Â
âokay.. alright sweetheart,â he soothes, keep a strong hold of your body, âsânot long, i promise,â starting the hike back to hawkins, heart shattering with your every whimper and wail.Â
robin hollers from the wall before he can even spot her, calamity starting from behind as news of your survival hits the crowd.Â
the gates creak open, weepy-eyed friends gawp and leer when your head turns and your smile appears.Â
âohmygod,â robin yelps, rushing over with extended armsâ as if she had the strength to hold you up herself. âi thoughtâ jesus, i thought you were gone,â caressing your dirtied face, her tears leaking in spite of the good news.Â
you chuckle, quickly wincing as the movement aches your tired bones, âyou canât get rid of me that quickly, rob,â taking ahold of her trembling hand.Â
thereâs so much he doesnât know about your time together outside of these walls, but he canât help but feel envious of your friendshipâ how much robin knows and cares about you.Â
one day he could only hope to mean so much to you.Â
âcan we get some ice for my ankle now? it really fuckinâ hurts,â you look up at him, feeble and weak, somewhat resembling poor bambi.Â
Hi, just read two stories about older Steve, I liked them so much, on of them was written 4 years agođ, but Iâll ask anyway, would you like to write more about reader and older Steve?(maybe with happy ending, but with angst) I would love to read some from youđ«¶đ«Ą
hey!! thank you so much!!
i actually havenât thought much about older steve! what kind of story are you thinking?? i always find with older!characters angst is so unavoidable and then i feel like i write too much angstđ
Summary: After a few too many drinks, secrets start to mean less and your skin starts to hum Eddieâs name, whether you feel it or not. He answers the call.
Word Count: 6.3k
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, PiV unprotected semi-public sex, secret friends with benefits, cream pie, cum eating, little bit of oral (fem rec), dirty talk, drunk!Eddie POV, jealousy, possessiveness, panty stealing, begging, testosterone-off, small physical altercation (not R), desperation station, PDA, switch!Eddie, mild public embarrassment, dubcon (alcohol consumption; one-sided drunk sex), established relationship, Eddie is down horrendously, drunk!horny!Eddie abuses endearments, R wears a skirt (for easy access)
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Eddie feels good.Â
Actually, he feels better than goodâ
He feels amazing.
The alcohol in his bloodstream is rushing, warming him from the inside out, leaving him flushed in the face.Â
The smoky bar is playing old Judas Priest tracks.Â
Heâs drunk enough to not care how badly heâs losing the betâthe one he made thinking Steve would easily beat Robin at a billiards game. How was he supposed to know she was some kind of a whiz at Pool?
Heâs got his girl to his right and the two bickering boneheads in front of him.Â
A couple of beers, some smooth vodka, great music, and friendly competition.
Whatâs not to love?
Although, you do keep inching away from him every time he gets close. Heâs not loving that new development.
Somewhere in the back of his mindâbefore the three pints and the two shotsâhe recalls your hushed voice in his ear, outside the bar. It was low and sultry. Scratchy and strained, but not like how it gets after a long day of talking. Noâ
It was the type of strain that happens when youâve spent too many hours screaming his name. When too many breaths have torn from your chest, ragged and pressed out by the strength of his hips.
That type of strain is his favoriteâŠ. But you had said something thenâ
You leaned close. The music from the bar was leaking out into the muggy, open air of the parking lot. There was noise from the road nearby. Fast cars, rubber peeling off of wet asphaltâ
Wet asphalt emanating heat and earthy scentsâ
And there was you. He could smell you, too. His favorite scent. The perfume you always leave traces of, like love notes he finds well after youâre gone. Proof of your existence in his bed, near his clothes, on him.Â
You leaned close. Yes, because of the noiseâthe music, the cars.Â
And your mouth brushed the shell of his ear and he shuddered. You laughed. Sweet and teasing. You laughed.Â
He shuddered again, or maybe he was just vibrating with excitementâhe could never tell around you. Then he felt what you were saying before you even said it. Your kiss-bitten lips curved so delicately around every syllable.Â
You called his name.Â
His favorite shape your mouth makesâŠ
Well, that, and the stretch ofâ
No. No, you said something. His name. Thatâs what you said.
That and something else.
What was it?
He closes his eyes, trying to relive the momentâ Your mouth against his ear, your hot breath on his skin, his name on your lipsâŠ
Fuck, he canât remember. And damn it, you wonât let him touch you.
You just took yet another shuffle-step to the right. He didnât even realize he was leaning into you until you did thatÂ
Come to think of it, what you said before probably had to do with why youâre not letting him touch you now.Â
Usually you love it. You welcome his zealous exploration. He knows that, you tell him through the prettiest sighsâ
And what you saidâwell, it felt important at the time. You dropped his hand to say it, so it mustâve been.Â
But as the golden glow of the hanging light fixture shines down on you, your hair glinting with every movement, his patchy memory no longer seems all that significant.
The sound of dense resin knocking together draws his attention to the table, the green surface missing one less solid colored ball.Â
âYes!â Robin calls out, pumping her fist victoriously.
âShit!â Steve curses at the same time, stamping the butt of his wooden cue on the floor.Â
 âOof, rough go, Steve.â You smirk, pretty as a picture.
Eddie wishes youâd look at him like that.Â
Subtly, he brushes his arm against yoursâthe one thatâs holding your beer. His eyes practically roll at the heat rippling across your soft skin.
But you move away at the first contact. Thatâs really starting to get on his nerves. Because what, is he radioactive or something? Whatâs so bad about him wanting to hold you?
You lean forward. âMaybe if youââÂ
âNo speak from the opposition!â Steve shouts stiltedly, sending an accusatory finger your way. His eyes flit from you to the table as he strategizes his next shot. âI will not let your womanly wiles corrupt meââ
âMm, I would,â Eddie purrs lowly, floating into your orbit. His leisurely efforts are abruptly halted, though, when you jab a knuckle into his side.
Steve paces, wearing a chasm into the chipped, creaky floorboards of the old dive bar. âIf you had bet on me like you shouldâve, then maybe Iâd hear you out. But since youâve left me scorned, Iâd like to keep my dignity intact, thank you.â
âFor now,â Robin simpers, sending you a side-long glance. âOr wait, do we think he had any to begin with?âÂ
âMmm, juryâs still outââ you shrug, lips curled like youâre trying not to laugh at the frazzled manâs brewing tantrum.
Eddie giggles, âDignityâŠSteve.â The words feel heavy on his tongue, like heâs dragging each syllable out a second too long.Â
Steve grumblesâsomething about trading. Or maybe âtrait-orâ? Eddie doesnât know, heâs too busy weathering the turn of the earth now that youâre looking at him again. Itâs been forever since heâs held your attention, and he was nearly at the point of begging.Â
Itâs not just your eyes on him, though. Youâre smiling, too. Itâs that knowing smirk he loves. The kind that makes his knees weak and his pants feel tight.Â
But then your lips twitch, smile faltering as you peer down at his finger hooked in the waistline of your skirt. And suddenly, you turn to him, shifting your hip out of reach. He opens his mouth, a complaint on the tip of his tongue when you force a half-drank bottle of beer into his outstretched hand with a terse, âHold this.â
Straightening up, he gathers himself, prepared to shoulder any task for youâno matter how trivial. His responding, âOkay, baby,â is drowned out by Steveâs loud cheer after finally pocketing a ball.Â
You turn back to Robin and Steve, leaving Eddie chasing after your gaze. âIâll get the next round.â And just like that, youâre gone.Â
He jogs after you, the floor feeling uneven as he stumbles through groups of people. Youâre leaning against the bar, waiting for the drinks when he arrives, looming over you with heaving breaths.Â
âOh, baby, yâlook so pretty tonight,â he grunts, wrapping an arm around your waist, trailing his lips up your neck.Â
You whip around, hand shoving against his chest until he stumbles back a few paces. His eyes widen, stinging from the pain of rejection, and he feels minuscule under your cold glare.Â
When you swallow, glancing somewhere behind him, he has to stop himself from moving into your eyeline. Because damn it, if youâd just look at him longer than a secondâ
âYou need to stop,â you hiss.Â
His head jerks back, the burn of nausea twisting low in his gut. âWhaââ
âYou said youâd be good, Eddie.â
He is being good! Heâs being so good! All heâs done tonight is stare at you and touch youâyou love when he does that!
He opens his mouth to argue, but you cut in before he gets the chance to start.Â
âYou said youâd behave! So you better start now, or weâll have to leave,â you grit out, stepping back from him once more.Â
Following your movement, his overheating body crowds you against the bar. âNo, please, donât make us leave, baby,â he hurries, grabbing at your hips. ââM havinâ so much fun, donât wanna goââ
Your shoulders drop, you lean into him, and he almost closes his eyes, certain your lips will find his.
âOkay, then be-have,â you admonish, then turn to collect the drinks left behind by the busy bartender.Â
Eddie decides heâd much rather have gotten a kiss than a warning.
Sliding out of his embrace, you march back to your party, a grumbled, âJust friends, Eddie. You promised they wouldnât knowââ fading the further you flee.Â
And he feels like he just stepped into the Twilight Zone because what the hell? Why would he say that? That doesnât sound like him at allâ
âThank God, gimme that,â Steve swipes a bottle from your arms, chugging it. He jabs a finger in Robinâs direction. âThis woman wants me dead.âÂ
She snorts, then looks at you with an unimpressed glint in her eyes.
âMissed another shot?â you ask, brow quirked.Â
âMultiple,â Robin confirms.Â
âIt is just not your night, is it, Steve?â
Before the beleaguered man can answer, Robin cuts in, elbowing him. âItâs never his night. Thatâs basically his whole thing. Heâs, like, the personification of a Monday.â
Steve snaps, âOkay, thatâs enough outta you. Just take the damn shot.â Â
A loud clack, then a muffled thump into leather, and Robin laughs manically.Â
Eddie watches you lean over the table, passing the girl her drink. Inch by inch, your skirt rises the more you reach, and his head drops to the side, weighed down by curiosity.Â
He thinks of the black panties you shimmied on before coming here. He watched you then, just like he watches you now. Watched the way you wiggled the flimsy fabric over your ass, how the material covered your freshly fucked cunt so delicately.Â
The same black fabric peeks out from beneath the hem of your skirt, only now, thereâs a wet splotch between your folds, and he knows exactly what soaked through.
You straighten upâtoo soon for his likingâbut Eddieâs still staring. Still leering at that cursed skirt. Itâs never done him any goodâalways hiding you away. Then again, maybe itâs done him a world of good. Itâs been the catalyst to many a sweaty tryst, thatâs for sure. But right now, itâs useless fabric obstructing his favorite view.Â
In the back of his mind, he vaguely registers the bickering going on around him, the music blaring. But his focus is divided between the sight of your upper thighs and the stirring in his pants.Â
He reaches down to adjust himself, then quickly remembers the beer in his hand. The condensation beading down the glass has seeped into his skin, pruning his fingers. He doesnât remember why heâs even holding the thing to begin with.Â
Setting the bottle on a nearby table, he shuffles closer to you. Youâre talking to Steve, and heâs not quite sure what youâre saying, but he hears you choke on your words the moment he presses against you. Thereâs a hiss of breath that sounds like his name, but his mind goes blank as tingling pleasure prickles up his spine, almost a relief of pressure. Or the temptation of relief.Â
The feeling is small, but itâs intoxicating. Even more than the alcohol in his bloodstream. Because now heâs drunk on you. On what could be if he just bent you over andâ
You cough, clearing your throat as you take a step forwardâright up to the Pool table. Eddie grunts, grabbing your hips and dragging you back against him, this time with a stronger, steadying grip.Â
âNo, that doesnât count as a mulliganâ Hey! Ed, what the hell are you doing?â
Steveâs question falls on deaf ears, and your elbow digging into his ribs does nothing to deter his mission. Because the heat is building. In his flushed cheeks, in his muscles. Even lower. Incendiary friction sparks something dizzying and all-consuming.Â
âDude, at least let her breathe. No need to hoverââ
Heâs laughing, but Eddie doesnât think itâs funny. Not when you slip from his hold, yet again, now an arms-length away. Too far.Â
Your palms are planted on the glossy, oak edge of the table as you huff out something that sounds like it wouldâve been a chuckle if it hadnât collapsed halfway up your throat. âThink he just gets weirdly clingy when heâs drunk. Donât know why Iâm the victim, thoughââ
Thereâs a sharpness to your tone. Itâs dulled by his inebriated ears. Undeterred, he closes in on you. âYouâre so pretty, baby.â
The words slip out easily. Your shocked reaction only makes Steve laugh harder.Â
âJesus Christ, youâre really three sheets to the wind, dudeââÂ
Eddie ignores him, but then watches as he turns to you.
 âDoes he think youâre someone else?âÂ
The question makes Eddieâs chest rumble. As if you could be anyone else. As if he could want anyone else this badlyâ
Wrapping his arms around your rigid frame, he can feel your ribs expand on the breath you draw in. Before a response tumbles past your lips, he squeezes you. Quick and firm. Itâs the only warning he can manage without ripping fabric or leaving teeth marks on your delicate skin.
Because he knows what youâd say. Heâs starting to catch onto the lies. And heâs not in the mood to play pretend anymore.
âHow many has he had?â
Robinâs voice sounds distant as Eddie finds himself beside you againânot far, this time, but shucked off all the sameâmonitored under your eagle eyed gaze. When she calls your name, stealing your attention forâŠsomething about going home or taking a home, he canât find it in him to care. Not about Robinâs itch for theft or Steveâs quiet, regarding stare.
He can smell your perfume. It calls to him, whispers of heat and closeness. Of the subtle change in the chemical makeup when you begin to warm beneath him, when his sweat mixes with yours. The evil scent pulls him in until his nose is running along your neck. You donât jump nearly as much as you have been. Heâs breaking you down. All he has to do is persist.
You reach across your body, finding his chest and he almost giggles at the half-hearted shove you give. Like itâs just for show. Like you donât really want him gone. Then your fingers curl around the flimsy material of his shirt and heâs certain you donât want him gone. How could you push him away if youâve got a hold on him?Â
With a groan, he presses his straining length against the underside of your other wrist, your palm still planted firmly on the edge of the table. Itâs a slow, focused grind; his knees nearly buckle. Pushing harder as his own hands slide down your arm, he keeps you in place.
âFuck, Eddie, stââ
âHoly shit, heâs like a cat in heat,â Steve mutters, cutting you off in what Eddie deems a particularly grating tone. It does nothing to aid the coiling need heâs trying to sate.Â
Tension bleeds from your muscles in a slow-burning drip as your form sways just the slightest bit in his direction. He can feel you fighting the urge to melt into him. Heâs waiting. Patiently. As patiently as he can without compromising his own desires.
Then, your chin tips and you whisper a lackluster, âEds, seriously, not hereââ over your shoulder.Â
âOkay, what the fuck, man.âÂ
A large hand lands on his bicep, pulling him away from you. His heartrate spikes.Â
A calamitous anger rages inside, catching like a wildfire through his veins. It feels like integrity but tastes like possession.
Whipping around, he smacks the arm away, blindly knocking the culprit back.Â
âDude! Actually get the fuck off herââ
âSteve, itâs fine!â
Your sharp tone slices through the fog in his mind; it settles the devastation inside, canning it for another time. He stares at your back as you move between him and a very angry-looking Steve. Chest all puffed out, the ex-jock is the picture of chivalrous defense, and he canât help but grin.Â
If the good knight only knew the things youâve let Eddie do to youâŠ
âYeah, Steve,â he drawls, his heavy-lidded gaze sliding from the incensed man to you, the one-woman garrison emboldened by altruism and bolstered by sweetness. He inches closer; a shadow encroaching on the light, a predator going in for the kill. âShe said itâs fine.â
His palms hover over your skin, consuming and reveling in the heat. Up your arms, around your shoulders, and back, he maps out your body, admiring the winding curves heâs traversed many times before. The simmering rage of the man in front of you only encourages his quiet appreciation.Â
Slowly, delicately, he leaves a chaste kiss where your neck meets your shoulder.Â
You tremble, blinking like you mean to steel yourself.Â
And his grin widens. âSee? She likes itââ
Steve snaps into action, but Robin is quicker, throwing her arm out in front of him. At the same time, you grab Eddieâs wrist, yanking him after you.Â
âThatâs it, Iâm taking you home.â
He lets you drag him away, tossing a smirk over his shoulder. Steve tries to ask if youâre sure and you only let out a clipped, âSee you guys later,â in response.
Eddie canât help but congratulate himself on yet another successful victory. Youâre his. Youâre choosing him, again. A room full of people and youâre taking him home.Â
He somehow feels both stone-cold sober and wasted beyond belief, all from your fingers digging into his pulse. And the alcohol. Thereâs that, too.Â
Weaving through meandering patrons, the exit sign comes into view. Youâre talking, but he canât hear you. The words float ahead, jostled and spliced by the whining guitar riff peeling from the surrounding speakers. He hears the anger, though. It doesnât bother him.
Once the door closes behind him, the stuffy bar now in his rearview and the night air filling his lungs, he drops his weight back, no longer moving so willingly.
You grunt, but otherwise seem unfazed. Only tightening your grip and continuing your lectureâ
ââat fault. I mean, seriously, we fucking agreed! It was mutual! We said we didnât want the dynamic to change, then you down a few too many, and now all of a sudden, youâre measuring dicks with Steve. I mean, you might as wellâve just pissed on meâit was too fucking obvââ
Pebbles kick up beneath his skidding shoes as he finds his balance.Â
âOh, sure, make this harder than it has to be. Youâre great at thatââ
The last word catches in your throat as he pulls you the opposite way, back to the bar. You stumble, trying your best to resist, but heâs moving you easily.
âEddie, what the fuck did I say? If you canât behave, weâre leaving. Weâre not going backâ Aghââ
Pressed against the brick wall of the building, hidden in the alley beside it, your complaints fall to unintelligible nonsense as Eddie attacks your neck, lips ravaging any sliver of skin he can find. His body envelops yours, keeping you still with a force he canât find it in him to tame, especially for the sake of propriety. Not now. Not after waiting so dreadfully long.Â
âE-Eddie, slow d-down, Jesusââ
âCanât,â he grunts, finding his way to your mouth, mumbling like a wanton man. âI need you, baby. Need you so fuckinâ badââ His hips jut forward, searching for reprieve from the miserable strain of his jeans.Â
When your back arches, he sinks his talons in, blunt nails biting and fingers digging as he clings onto you. Because in this moment, youâre the only thing keeping him from falling off the face of the earth; he feels it racing beneath his feet. Your eyes on his, the taste of your lipsâit slows everything down.Â
âShit, youâre so pretty. So, so prettyââÂ
Every word is mindless, slurred, but true. Inhibition has long-since died a silent, restful death inside him, buried somewhere low, near the hearth that never stops burning for you.Â
His hands grope and grab at anything they can reachâyour ass, your thighs, your arms, your breasts. Anything. All of it keeps him here for one second more. Grounded in your softness. Steady on your terrain.Â
âEds, weâwe have to go,â you gasp, pliant beneath his roving touch. He closes the gap, tongue tangling with yours in a sloppy, searing kiss that makes his mind whir and his ears fill with a fizzing sound.
âNuh-unh, wanna stay,â he pants, nipping at your pulse point, feeling your blood rush. âWanna stay with you.â
His hands slip beneath your skirt as you hold onto his shoulders. You give a weak push when his fingers pull at the gusset of your panties, but itâs not nearly enough to deter him.Â
âWe canât stâay, fuckâ Youâre drunk, Eddie. I donât even know how youâre hard right now.â
He hums, straightening to his full height and pressing you harder against the wall. His breath comes fast; he canât seem to catch it as he watches you.Â
How is it not obvious?
ââS you,â he murmurs, brushing his thumb along your temple. ââS all you. Makinâ me burnâŠ. Makinâ me want you so damn bad it hurts.âÂ
You swallow, lashes fluttering as you lean into his gentle touch. âIâm sorry I hurt youâŠbut we canât do this. Not heââ
âYou donât want me?â His voice is brittle. Breaking.Â
A night full of small rejections comes to a head as the weight of your wordsâsincerity and conviction threaded through every syllableâcrashes into him, a frenzied tidal wave leaving wreckage in its wake.Â
He only manages to retreat half a step before youâre pulling him back, arms wrapping around his neck.Â
âI do want you,â you rush, pressing imploring kisses onto his rosy cheeks, tiny promises sealed with sticky lipgloss. âI always want you.â
His vision blurs as he peers down, frizzy curls hanging low in his eyeline. Confusion is a bitter thing as he finds the hem of your skirt. Thereâs mercy in the feeling of the grooved stitch beneath the rough pads of his fingers.Â
âEven now?â he asks, low and timid for the first time tonight.Â
Your arms release him, trailing down the sinewy plane of his chest. You lift his shirt only an inchâjust enough for your nails to find his flushed skin, enough to feel him twitch as you explore so freely.Â
âAlways.â
He pauses, searching for something in your gaze. Or, maybe something in the silence. And itâs the silence that answers.Â
With a hurried breath, he tears at your panties. Itâs a quick, controlled rip, and he stuffs the fabric into his back pocket.Â
You gasp, but he drops before you get the chance to scold him. His jeans do little to mitigate the sting of gravel as his knees hit the ground. He hikes your thigh over his shoulder, disappearing under your skirt.Â
âEdâ Oh, God!â
His face drags through your folds, nose catching on your clit as his tongue sinks into you, plunging as deep as itâll go. But the thundering ecstasy of finally tasting youâand himselfâis cut short when you tug at his hair with a force far too sharp to be pleasurable. He groans, missing your heat as you haul him up to his feet.Â
âEddie! We canât do that here,â you bite out, glancing behind him. âThatâs what I was trying to tell you.â
The worry in your brow catches on something inside him, and if he had the right words, heâd make it go away. But there are no right words, only burrowing panic and gnawing desire so deep, itâs almost torture.
âPlease, baby, Iâll be good,â he pants, pawing restlessly at your body. âI swear to God, Iâll be good. Justâ Just let meâ Ah, Jesus!â His forehead falls to your shoulder and he hangs onto you, a firm grip on your ass as he pulls you into him. The movement is meant to alleviate, to save his sanity, but all it does is remind him of your denial, of the space he canât close, and the release he canât reach.
Your fingers begin to soothe his scalp. He matches his breathing to yours; in and out, in and out, in and out.Â
Curious and tender, you mutter, âItâs really that bad?âÂ
He shakes his head, lifting it to meet your concerned gaze.Â
You donât understand. You canât possibly know what it feels like. This dull ache. Persistent, like a gnat in his ear, itâs been with him all night, made worse by you. Your perfume, your soft touch, the glimmer in your eyes. The distance, the act, the canyon between words and truth.Â
Itâs all a great pain. An infection thatâs been festering for hours. You have the medicine and you wonât give it to him.
His voice cracks, âSo bad. Iâm achinâ for you, canât you feel it?â His hips jerk forward as he waits for your response, but the silence is too loud. He canât stand it.Â
âYouâre just so prettyâŠâ Dazed, his eyes rove over your wrinkled top, fabric askew and showing more skin than you started the night showing. ââN so soft.â Ducking closer, he rumbles out a drawling, âMm, you smell so good.â
Again, you look behind him, somewhere just over his right shoulder and he sways, chasing your gaze.Â
âAnd you canât wait ten minutes to get to your apartment?â you ask, eyes narrowed.Â
He sags against you, a whine crawling up from deep within his throat. âNoâŠ. No more. Iâve been waiting all night. I canâtâ Iââ
âOkay, okay, I get it. I hear you. Justâ Hey, Eds, look at meââ
Your palms cradle his head and he can smell the lavender hand soap he put in his apartment just for you.
âBe quick,â you whisper, tipping your chin to hold his attention.
He perks up, swallowing harshly as he stares at you, trying to decode the two simple words. But you might as well have spoken another language because his mind is running circles around the meaning, never through.Â
âHeyââ Your eyes dart downward, stall there, then you close the distance.Â
Itâs messy and wet and he can still taste you on his tongueâsmell you smeared on his skinâbut you donât seem to mind as you deepen the kiss, your mouth parting around a moan. Itâs over too soon, though.Â
A delicate string of spit connects him to you as you pull back. âTake what you need, baââ
Heâs moving before you even finish the endearment, hands racing across your body, tugging at fabric, kneading skinâanything he can touch. His jacket is around your shoulders in no time, protecting you from the rough brick. The cuffs on his belt clang as he unfastens the homemade contraption, the button of his jeans next.
âOh, thank you, baby,â he breathes into your mouth, using his full weight to trap you against the wall. âThank you, thank youâshit! Youâre so good to me,â he whimpers, bucking his hips as he frees his length, wrapping a hand around the base until it throbs beneath his unyielding grip. âSo fuckinâ good to me. Wanna be good to you, too.â
He fumbles a bit, struggling to move while still trying to maintain every point of contact he can. Once he manages to pick up your thigh, hitching it onto his hip, he guides the blunt tip of his cock through your slick folds. A soft mewl escapes you and the sound only makes him twitch, a stream of sticky precum dribbling from his slit.Â
âWanna be inside you. God, I always wanna be inside youââ
Your voice cuts him off, strained with a familiar need as your forehead falls to his. âPlease, Eddieâ Please just fuck me already, I canâtââ
His body responds before his mind even registers the plea, jerking forward until heâs buried deep inside you. A resounding groan echoes through the empty alleyway, drowning out your shrill cry. Though, you have enough sense to slam a hand over your open mouth, muffling the lewd noise
He, however, is too drunk to care. Drunk on the alcohol humming in his bloodstream. Drunk on the feeling of your walls squeezing him so tight, he could count your heart rate just from the pulse of your pussy alone.Â
âOhh, myâfuck! Jesus, fuckâyouâre tryinâ to kill me, youâre tryinâ to kill me,â he babbles incessantly, squirming from the pressure.Â
Your hand drops to his shoulder, holding onto him so tightly, your fingers pinch. âEâddie, shhâah!âÂ
Torturously slow, he pulls out. Your cunt clings to him, contractingâalmost a proper plea to stayâand yet, you seem to revel in the drag of his length. He knows you feel it. The thrum of his veins, the curve that stretches you, the thick ridge that catches on your entrance.Â
With just the tip inside, he shudders, his head hanging as he stares downward. The bright neon sign on the corner of the building beams, making his cock shine with your arousal.
He pauses.Â
Then, his hips snap forward, marking the start of a suffocating rhythm as he forces the breath from your body with every thrust. He moves wildly, a frenzied pace with one intention, and one intention only.Â
âOh, God, oh, shit, baby! You feel sâgood.⊠Takinâ such good care oâ meâthank you! Thank youâ Sâsweet to meââ he pants, slipping a large, heavy hand behind your neck until your gaze drops, joining him as he watches himself disappear inside of you. âAh, look at thatâ Mmm, so pretty when youâre full oâ me.âÂ
The wiry hair at the base of his shaft begins to stick to his skin, weighed down by the mess heâs making out of you. Glimmering slick forming a milky ring, droplets splashing from the strength of his thrusts. A giddy chuckle rumbles through his chest, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he admires just how wet you are. How wet he makes you.
The sound of his leather jacket scratching against the brick fills his ears as he falls against you, muscles straining. Your eyelids droop low, but your gaze hasnât moved from where heâs fucking into you. His mouth finds yours, lips gliding as he hungrily swallows your every moan.Â
Sweat beads at his hairline, and his nails sink into your thigh, drawing you impossibly closer. Because he needs more. He needs all of you. Your walls are pried apart by his thick length and itâs still not enough.Â
He lets go of your neck, pushing two fingers into your mouth. âSuck.â
His breath turns ragged and you finally look at him, your eyes dark and glossy as your lips reach his knuckles, your cheeks hollowing out in that way that always makes his knees buckle. His hips jerk, rhythm shifting at the memory.
He can feel the flames spreading, overtaking the hearth, but heâs not ready yet. Heâs not done with you.Â
His fingers fall from between your lips as he reaches below, pressing tight circles into your clit. You choke on your breath and the sharp sound makes him grin.
âYeah, there you go, sweetheart. Fuckâyouâre so tight! Squeezinâ the life outta meâ God, I know you wanâ itâcum for me. Soak my fucking cock,â he grits out, watching your eyes roll with rapt attention. âMark me, baby, drown meââ
âF-Fuâ Eddie!âÂ
Your back arches and you go rigid; he knows youâre on the very edge. He knows you. He knows the exact high your voice reaches before you come undone, and even though youâre trying not to, he knows youâre losing yourself.
âGive it to me,â he drawls, practically purring at you. âGive in, baby. Please, I know you need itââ
âShh, shh, we have toâbâe quiet! You have tâo keep it dâ Oh, God!â
Your cunt clenches around him, tighter than he can handle after suffering from your denial for so long. You're moving against him now, convulsing and chasing after the pleasure like an ebbing wave. His body starts to curl inward, but he tries his best to keep a good enough pace. Your moans ring in his ear as he drives into you, shivering at the obscenely wet sounds.
âFuck, fuck, fuck! F-Feels soâ God, âm g-gonna fill you up, baby. Hm? You wanâ it? Wanna feel full oâ me? Wanna hold it for me? Youâre always so good at itââ
His breathless words seem to have no effect on you as you settle limply, held up by his frame and the wall at your back. You give no indication that you heard him, thereâs only the flutter of your lashes and the lull of your head against the brick. His palm presses against your neck, just enough to keep you still, to hold your far-out gaze.Â
âYou listeninâ? Hm?â he pants, landing a firm kiss on your slackened mouth. âYâgonna empty my balls for me, baby? Know you love to feel me drippinâ outta you.â
Your cunt responds with a weak pulse. He chuckles, only to be cut off by his own sputtering groan as a particularly deep stroke shoots right through him. You whimper, and he knows heâs the only thing keeping you from buckling to the ground as your arms struggle to wrap around him.
âE-EddieâŠâ
Static buzzes in his mind as you mewl, soft gasps hiccuping in time with his pounding thrusts. His hand drops low, splaying just beneath your navel. Then, he presses, relishing the catch in your breath.Â
âAh, there I am,â he mutters, going dizzy at the feeling of his cock-head nudging his palm. âHere, right? Yâgonna keep me here, baby?â
You nod, letting out a frail, broken sound that tells him all he needs to hear. You want it. Need it, even.
His eyes roll, balls pulling taut as his rhythm falters. âOh, f-fuck! Jesus Christ, youâre made fâmeâyou are,â he grunts, nosing against your neck. âFit together so nicely. Hmm, made fâme, made to be full oâ meââ
Your face crumbles as you clench around him once more, another orgasm rolling in, quiet as a tide, and this time itâs softer. He can still feel you shake, but thereâs a dragging sense of freedom. Of letting go.
And you drag him with you. Under the tide. Under the surface where everything sounds fuzzy and he feels weightless.Â
âJesusâfuck! Ah, shit!â
He gives one final, deep thrust, burying himself inside your heat as he spills into you. Waves of pleasure crash through him, so overwhelming, his hips stall. He shivers, almost violently, and his words tumble out, barely loud enough to be a whisper. âGod, baby, thank you. T-Thank you. Shitâyouâre so good to me.âÂ
He stays like thatâarms wrapped around you, your fingers in his hairâfor a while. Itâs only when you shift, repositioning yourself against the wall, that he picks his head up. Indulging himself in your gentle kiss. His languid lips speak a sweetness far greater than his words could manage at the moment.
âI feel better now,â he mumbles, letting himself explore along your jaw, lazy and sated, but needing to taste you all the same.Â
âYeah, I bet,â you snort, tucking his hair behind his ear, then twisting a damp curl around your finger.Â
With much reluctance, he finally pulls out, both of you wincing at the loss. He fixes himself quietly, buttoning his pants again and hiding his smile as he notices you squirm. You adjust his jacket over your shoulders and smooth your skirt. His eyes follow the movement and all he can think about is how much he wishes he could just sit on the ground beneath you and watch himself leak out of your pretty pussy.Â
But then you clear your throat, motioning to the end of the alley and he offers his arm. You smirk, shaking your head as you accept his offer. As he passes under the neon sign that says, âBar,â he stares at the entrance to the building.
âMm, I wanâ a beer,â he hums wistfully, starting to veer off course.
âUnh-unh!â Both of your hands circle his bicep, yanking him back. âNo, weâre leaving. Iâm taking you home.â
âButââ
âNo âbutâs.â You continue to drag him further away from the bar, heading toward his van. âYouâre going home, then youâre going to sleep. And tomorrow, youâre gonna call up Steve and apologize for trying to fight him.â
Eddieâs face twists up, a sharp scoff falling from his lips. ââM not apologizing. He was trying to touch youââ
âNo,â you utter pointedly, digging into his back pocketâignoring his quiet, âHey, buy me dinner firstââand pulling out his keys. âHe was not, that was you. He was trying to stop you because he thought you were being a perv.â
âI was being a perv,â he grins, watching you unlock the van. You shove him into the passenger side and he gracefully complies, settling in a haphazard huff. His eyes follow you through the windshield as you speedwalk around to the driver side door, which he reaches across the console to open for you.Â
âAn unwelcome perv,â you amend, climbing into the seat. You check the mirrors first, then turn the key in the ignition. Eddie sighs contentedly as the van rumbles to life, the tape he mixed for you already filtering through the stereo.Â
He leans close, looming over you. With exaggerated slownessâa test, a toeing of boundariesâhe drags two fingers up your thigh, beneath your skirt, until he feels the sticky combination of his cum and your slick smeared against your skin. âKnew you liked it,â he purrs lowly, sucking the digits clean.Â
Your breath comes quicker and shakier as you give him a sidelong glance. âYouâre disgusting.â
His grin stretches into something wolfish, something predatory and ostensibly clear-headed, despite the glossy look in his eyes and the sway in his body. Quickly, he makes another swipe between your legs, this time relishing the hitch in your throat as he grazes your warm, puffy folds. He shrugs, admiring the milky gleam on his fingers before taking them into his mouth once more. âChefâs gotta taste his own food.â
With that, your trembling hand lands on the gear shift and the van jolts into reverse.Â
A/ N: Guys, is this anything? Let me knowđ§ââïžItâs been in the drafts since Octoberđ„Â
Also, it's the one year anniversary of me writing fics :) One year ago (almost to the day), I posted this rambling drabble. Since then, my work has improved so much, and Iâve gotten to talk to so many of you about your Eddie thoughts which is all I ever wanted from this.Â
Thank you for reading my silly, not-so-little ramblings. Thank you for making this an enjoyable space to create in. Thank you for always showing up to my âIs anyone interested inâŠâ posts with 110% enthusiasm. And thank you for talking to me about my writing.
I think thatâs what I appreciate the mostâhow much I get to connect with yâall over what Iâve worked so hard on. I love reading your reactions to my fics, I cherish them so deeply. Iâm also glad you feel comfortable with me and enjoy my writing enough to want to hear my thoughts on your Eddie ideas. I love this space and Iâm glad you guys are always down for a little chitty-chat.Â
Thank you for sticking around and taking an interest in my work and especially me as a person <3 Love you guys <3
18+. antagonistic steve x reader relationship. smut. MDNI.
TELL JESUS THAT THE BITCH IS BACK! and with a smutty steve fic no less? the tide has changed! so sorry for my disappearance (again) i lowkey fell out of love with st and then the finale happened and i decided i need to rewrite that flaming hot pile of garbage so here i am!
steve and byers!reader (kinda stonathan if you think about it) are forced to team up, but when tensions bubble over in a cramped wsqk van, can they resist temptations?
time had a funny way of showing itself in hawkins. weeks felt like years and yet days went by in minutes. and with all of those, you spent despising steve harrington.Â
since your untimely departure from lenora, you had spent far too many hours with the man. much more than you were comfortable with. he had this aura, a grotesque sense of being better than everyone that made you want to offer him up to vecna yourself.Â
even now, in the wsqk van, he sits behind the wheel with a snarl and clear disappointment that it was you in the backseat and not dustin, who had mysteriously fallen off of the side of the earth.Â
âcomfortable back there, byers? wouldnât want you to do too much work,â remarking on the fact that you still hadnât found hopper on steveâs fourth time around the zone.Â
âjust shut up and..,â prematurely pausing your eye-roll as something crackles down the line, â-wait! iâve got something!âÂ
steve slams on the breaks, forcing you to topple over, using his seat as a landing pad. his laugh remains stifled, much to his benefit. not that you had time for insults, the shrill, almost wet-sounding noise still plays loud in your ear. Â
âwell, what is it?âÂ
âi.. i donât know, i canât tell. i donât think itâs hop but itâs.. weird,â looking at his screwed up face. you were now sat at the furthest corner from the station, the signal couldâve dropped or interference from the soldiers couldâve slipped through.Â
whatever it was, it didnât sound right.Â
steveâs brow furrows, âdo you want me to move? is.. is it.. moving?âÂ
the sound chitters some more, youâre trying to place it, where youâve heard that particular wet sound beforeâ until the transmission cuts off abruptly.Â
âitâs gone, i canât hear anything,â not even the fate static that usually sounded through the headphones.Â
his huff makes your eyes roll, like youâd been the one solely responsible for the airwaves going down. âwell iâm not wasting anymore gas drivinâ around after this thing,â promptly turning the engine off, âdustin said that if the station goes dark.. we wait,â knowing that that means you two were about to be stuck in this cramped van for an undetermined amount of time.Â
your sigh escaped naturally, sliding the headphones back onto the clunky machine as you sit back to watch steve fumble around with the walkie.Â
âguys the connection has stopped.. any of you get ahold of dustin yet?â speaking into the brick of plastic.Â
silence.Â
âhello? earth to rockinâ robin?âÂ
all to be met with further, deafening silence.Â
âjesus, these guys are..â shaking his head before continuing.Â
something must have happened, it was usually a hard feat to find robin in a bout of silence, but now she couldnât answer in your time of need? the feeling rocks you, a similar, eery feel to the one you felt when your mom had suddenly lost all ability to pick up the phone last march.Â
lost somewhere between alaska and russia.Â
thirty something crawls had meant that this silence wasnât entirely unusual, but you canât shake the repulsive squelching that rang through the headphones. that wasnât normal, dustin hadnât ever reported anything of the sort.Â
steve sighs again, clicking the overhead light off so as to not draw unnecessary attention from the thousands of soldiers that crawled around your tiny town.Â
time ticks on, both of you growing increasingly restless at the others silence, at the lack of knowing absolutely anything about what was happening back at the station. what was happening right beneath your feet.Â
the tenth time that steve huffs a short, frustrated breath from his nose, you flip. âdo you need to be such an annoying bitch all the time?â startling him out of his stupor.Â
âuh.. i didnât even say anything?â for the first time, slightly offended by your tone.Â
âyou didnât have to! youâre huffing and puffing like dustinâll somehow hear you from wherever he is and come save us,â rolling your eyes, an hour of his pathetic complaining was one hour too many for you to handle.Â
he falters for a second, looking to come up with a quick remark, âno, iâm huffing because iâm bored.â
âwell your boredom is the least of my concerns right now,â pressing the headphones back to your ear, in hopes that everything was miraculously resolved and you could get out of this stifling van and forget about steve harrington and his whiny voice.Â
âyâknow what byers? next time, donât come,â shaking his head, like either he or you had that choice.Â
your expression speaks for you, âoh what? like you know how to use this thing? last i checked, you flunked physics and got whichever poor girlfriend of the month to do your homework for you,â loathing didnât cover the feelings you felt for him. detestation seemed too forgiving for the swirling waves of anger rising in your chest.Â
âi donât need physics to know how to turn a stupid wheel,â slamming the walkie talkie onto the passenger seat, not just offended nowâ heâs angry.Â
and now it wasnât exactly your aim, but you do find unbridled amounts of pleasure in seeing him so pent up over your snarky remarks.Â
âoh my god, youâre actually dumber than i thought,â despairing at his stupidity, the audacity to be so brazenly ignorant.Â
steve turns, a permanent crease in his brow that seemed to worsen whenever he was around you, âdo you get a kick out of that?â his tone has gone far past sarcastic, now hinging on the edges of mean.. bitchy. âpretending iâm still some dumb jock that was a little mean to you in high school?â
âa little?â had he misremembered the four long years you spent together in hawkins high? or had he done what steve harrington always did, and painted over the miserable memories with pictures of you joining hands in friendship instead? âyou think that was little?â
king steve wasnât nice by any definition of the word.Â
you continue, âyou were, no- you are a selfish, chauvinistic.. asshole,â full of spite and bitterness for his lack of care, his refusal to acknowledge how he had made your high school experience so difficult, âyou think this entire mission is for fun! you sit in this stupid van eating your stupid candy bars, planning which poor girl is overdue for the harrington experience while everyone else does the dirty work for you. so excuse me for still thinking youâre a self-centred prick, youâre yet to prove me wrong.â
steve looks duped, processing your tirade of ugly insults for just a second too long, allowing you to process yourâ perhaps slightly too harsh words.
his eyes flicker between hurt and anger, brain ticking away to find the perfect rebuttal, âyâknow what byers? youâre not as cool as you think you are,â the chair squeaks as he leans over, âif you, for just one second, stopped judging me, and got to know me.. maybe youâd lose that stick up your ass and someone other than your little brothers would actually want to spend time with you.â
he can tell his words have struck a nerve, no longer scowling but proud of his accomplishment. a smug, half-assed smirk paints his face in its place.Â
âyou think iâm the one with a stick up my ass?â bewildered by how heâd come to the conclusion that you were the problem here, âyouâre a loser, steve. a pretty boy whoâs only kept around because you and dustin have this weird, codependent relationship going on.âÂ
âhah,â he canât turn himself away, engrossed in the back and forth, the tension it creates, âpretty boy?â lips parted, awaiting for some other insult to trickle out.Â
but it doesnât.Â
deep, chestnut eyes bore into yours, then, they trail down your face, landing on your own agape lips.Â
itâs only a matter of seconds but it feels as if the moment lasts foreverâ intensity boiling over til it reaches here.Â
this very point in your tumultuous relationship.Â
where youâre inches apart, both seething, shaking with indescribable rage. pent up rage for the way life had dealt both of your cards, without the end of the worldâ would you ever have been here?
nose to nose with steve harrington?Â
he cuts your wandering mind short, launching forward to bridge the gap, sparing no thought for the expensive equipment, to lock his lips with yours.Â
your hand immediately takes tight grip of his shirt, whether thatâs to pull him off or keep him kept close is yet to be determined.Â
but by the way your lips move in synchronicity with hisâ there really is no argument against your participation.Â
steveâs gruesomely eager, knocking your body from itâs perch on the tiny chair dustin had drilled in for himself, onto the rough, shaggy carpet of the wsqk van. disconnecting only briefly from your body to clamber on top.Â
itâs instinct to pull him off, but it only results in your trembling fingers tugging at his hair. a pitiful attempt to end the experience.Â
the faint peppermint and tobacco tainting his lips keep your eyes glued shut, allowing his trained tongue to weasel in, teasing around your own.Â
fuck.Â
you should get away before this descends into something you can never take back.Â
but his hand finds solace on your hip, fingers itching to creep into your pants, toying with the denim belt loop as your hips move on their own guttural inclination.Â
his lips escape yours, gasping and begging for air but not relenting enough to get it as they immediately work down your jaw. sucking on the skin, working down the sharp bone as each wet of his lips pulls sweet murmurings from your throat.Â
he moves further south, onto whatever skin was exposed beneath your t-shirt, working his way down your neck to end somewhere between your collarbone and chest. teeth now grazing the surface, desperate to leave a trace of evidence of his presence.Â
âshit..â gasping out loud when his tongue rolls over the tender area his teeth had disgraced.Â
steve shifts, perched on one elbow, âcan i take this off?â fingering the hem of your shirt, courteous even despite your volatile relationship.Â
you nod, perhaps too excitedlyâ arching your back as he works the soft garment from your body.Â
it should feel daunting, overexposed even. but it doesnât. steve, even with all of his flaws, makes you feel comfortable, delicate fingers skating over your stomach. admiring the pimples that arose from his touch, the quiver in your breathing when youâre left in nothing but a tattered old bra.Â
the look in his eye hammers it home, itâs as if phoebe cates herself were laid in front of him. itâs almost surreal. having steve harrington in such close proximityâ let alone with his hands all over your body and his lips tasting every inch of available skin.Â
he doesnât allow any more of your limited time to slip away, getting back to your chest post-haste. grazing his teeth against your sternum, leaving tiny marks that no one elseâll ever see. Â
descending slowly now, kissing over the old material of your bra while his fingers hook lazily into the waistband of your jeans. your ribs are victim to his mouth next, alternating between wet pecks and brisk bites that send shivers down your spine.Â
âj-jesus christ,â exclaiming to nobody in particular, slotting your fingers expertly between wisps of his hair, messing up the intricately styled mane youâve spent so long staring at the back of.Â
he hums in excitement or maybe itâs in agreement with your exclamation, before reaching your stomach. pausing abruptly just before heâs able to cross the line for good.Â
his eyes flicker up to meet yours, chocolate tainted irisâ that grow darker when he finds you already looking back, âdo you want this?âÂ
you take another extended moment to breathe out, albeit shakily, before nodding your head. letting your knees fall apart to allow him to move in between, which he does with haste.Â
tugging down your jeans with no care for the button holding them up, working them down your legs until they sit around your ankles, ending strewn up somewhere on the van floor.Â
steve moves with an urgency youâve never seen from him before, snaking his arms around your soft open thighs to pull you closer, the rough carpet searing your bare back.Â
his lips resume their position on your body, kissing just above the hem of your panties, until they edge down just over the fabricâ forcing your back to lift off of the floor.Â
your eyes fall shut now, no one had ever done anything as intimate as this to you before, but steve harrington felt a better person than any to try with.Â
he becomes impatient now, tearing off what little clothing you had left on, discarding your panties somewhere you hoped youâd be able to find later.Â
his fingers leave heavy indents in your skin, taking one last look at you from below, smirk lingering as his tongue connects with your heat at long, long last.Â
licking a long line between your folds, pausing intentionally at your clit, turning your shallowed breaths into a long, airy gasp.Â
âshit,â humming into the clammy air, thrown further and further into bliss as his breath hitches and he begins a more crazed assault of your cunt.Â
lapping at your soaked skin, sucking and pecking and all things in between. his muffled groans sending shockwaves through your nervous system, training your body to move in rhythm with his every movement.Â
each sound that floats out of your throat spurs him on, steveâs pathetic hips grind against the rough flooring. he was getting himself off as much as he was you.Â
and once youâre exactly where he wants youâ back arched and helplessly pleading for more, he cruelly he pulls himself away, gazing up over your stomach to remark a slurred, âalways knew youâd look good like this, byers.âÂ
âoh my god, shut up,â annoyance masked by the transcendental euphoria his tongue was eliciting.Â
though you make sure to tug his hair a little harder now, keeping his face firmly between your trembling thighs.Â
the tip of his nose works in tandem with his tongue, grinding against the parts of your pussy his tongue canât reach. bumping your clit when heâs circling your hole, teasing your dripping entrance with tender strokes.Â
thereâs a pit whirling in your stomach, a deep feeling unbeknownst to you. youâve read about them, in the cosmopolitan magazines karen left lying around the house but nobody had ever.. got you there before.Â
âsteve, i-i think..â unable to even utter the word, a searing embarrassment burns your skin. was it supposed to feel this damn good?Â
he hums first, feeling his grin pressed against your cunt, âyou can tell me.. tell me,â words softened by the encasing of your legs, âneed to hear you tell me.â
if heâd already gotten you this far, what were a few more, humiliating words? his tongue now hungrily circling around your clitâ he knows youâre close, can feel it. maybe from the hours of practice he put in on other girls or maybe it was your thighs now attempting to smother him that gave it away.Â
âiâm gonna cum.. fuckâmgonnacum,â downright yanking his hair out of his scalp now, quivering from the overwhelming sensation now toppling over in your stomach.Â
your body shudders on itâs own accord, worsening the hold you had on his head as your legs attempt to clamp shut. nothing had, nor ever will, feel as good as right now. it ripples through you, every limb feeling electrified. right down to your clothed toes.Â
steve doesnât stop, not even now, instead slowing his soft swipes to a gentle, tepid kitten lick.Â
âjesus fucking christ,â you yelp, staring up at the dirtied ceiling with stars in your peripheral and an entirely new lease of life. you felt lighter than you had in months, floating somewhere between the roof of the van and the night sky.
youâd chase that feeling forever, now cursed to mediocrity when nobody else can ever deliver.Â
his smirks unearths again, this time between sweet kisses to your thigh, âthink i can get another one outta you,â itâs less of a questionâ more a determined statement.Â
âsteve, we have to- h-holy shit,â thrown right back into blissful glee.Â
his nails hurt but, in the most pleasant way. itâs as if he needs to devour you whole, ensuring his pray doesnât escape like you werenât at his entire mercy.Â
unbeknownst to you two, the walkie cracklesâ thoughtlessly thrown somewhere into the cab of the van. drowned out by your needy whines and steveâs rhythmic grunting.Â
THIS IS ROCKINâ ROBIN TO THE SQUAK! DO YOU COPY!
her raspy voice now connected to the large stereo beside your sticky bodies. that meant they were close, too close for the precarious situation you were currently in for certain.Â
your eyes lock fervently with steveâs, his face still engulfed in your cunt, your spend providing a glowing sheen to his lips, chin and nose.Â
shit shit shit.Â
he wriggles out of your hold, eyes wide and slightly panicked. throwing himself into the front seat to answer his screeching best friend, hopefully delaying their arrival long enough for you to redress and cool off.Â
âyeah, yeah! shit, we copy!â glancing back to find you scrambling for your discarded clothes, panties haphazardly thrown back on and your jeans a twisted mess around your knees.Â
you donât audibly hear her sigh of relief, but itâs duly implied, âwhat the hell were you two doing? weâre on the corner of cornwallisâ ten minutes tops until we reach you,â her babbling unknowingly saving your lives.Â
âo-okay! we were..â steve looks to you for assistance, still dripping in your release, âwe were waiting for you! the connection dropped and nobody was answering dammit!â breathing his own sigh of relief, you had ten minutes to air this place out and get yourselves back to some humility.Â
âwell weâre coming! wait there and donât move!â barking orders through the walkie, signing off without hesitation once she knows youâre both still actually alive.Â
you ignore the flicker in his eye at her choice of words, wriggling into your jeans before getting onto your knees and stomping to the front beside him.Â
cracking the window in a feeble effort to clear the condensation and overall feel of sin from the van. the cool air hitting you in a way you werenât sure you needed.Â
and because nothing is ever enough for steve harrington, because he is never satisfied with anything he has ever achieved in his lifeâ he leans in, cupping your warm cheek to bring you in closer, âwant you to taste yourself,â he mumbles, pressing his lips to yours before youâre able to even formulate a coherent sentence.Â