If I had a nickel for every time i shipped two men in a relationship that was never confirmed, I'd have three nickels which isn’t a lot but it's weird that it's happened three times, right?
Friendship is a funny thing. You both start a show to talk about together, ending up completely obsessed with it. One of you obsesses over the gay men with so much chemistry but never confirmed, the other bi-panics over the lesbian with anger issues and a non-human side character with 4 minutes of screen time. Edits shared between the two of you, because- hey, it’s that specific show 🤷♀️
A/N: I continue to be overwhelmed by the love you all have given this series. I appreciate you all so much. Everyone who have commented, reblogged and followed- thank you so much. I love reading everything and I have had so much fun seeing everyone's reactions. It fills me with so much joy. Let me know what you think of this next chapter!
Please vote for Eddie or Steve in the poll at the end while it is live! The results will be how I end this series <3 BUT, if you want me to do an alternative ending as like a bonus chapter let me know cause I'd love to do that too.
His knuckles were white from his grip on the steering wheel, Steve felt like he lost control of his actions as he resolved to follow Eddie’s van. Eddie had said you wanted space, but now he’s here picking you up from the game? What the actual fuck. He’s fuming, the longer the night goes on. He should’ve just gone home, probably. But he was so angry at himself for taking forever, he couldn’t wait another second. He’d finally had the epiphany. He loves you. He wants you so badly, he can’t find it in him to care if he ruins everything.
Earlier that day, it had hit him all at once. That overwhelming, all encompassing realization that stopped him dead in his tracks. Robin had left for the day, and he was stuck behind the counter rewinding returned tapes. He’d been sitting with his own thoughts. He was thinking about that dream, and then he was also just thinking about you. You took up all his senses- all he could think about was you. He looked back on shared moments with you in a different light. So many moments between the two of you that would’ve been your start. How could he have not seen it, seen you, all this time?
Oh.
Oh.
He’d bailed on the rest of his shift at Family Video, fuck it. Keith wouldn’t fire him anyways. He knew Robin mentioned the game- of course you’d be there. He’d realized he loved you and didn’t want to waste another second. He wanted to find you in the crowd, climb up over the stands to whoever you were, and finally fucking kiss you. It was his grand gesture.
His plan would have worked, but it was easier said than done. The confidence he felt before was wiped from him when he saw the way your face fell. He thought you didn’t want to see him, and that you were upset to run into him. He misread your sadness for distaste and resentment. That brief moment made his whole world come tumbling down around him. You were sad because you missed him, but he didn’t know that. So his plan fumbled in a moment of panic.
Seeing you with Eddie had been his final straw. He felt like a ticking clock counting down was looming over his head. He was running out of time, he was losing you. He couldn’t let that happen. Was he going about it the right way? Probably not, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care in the least as he stormed over. Everything he’d been feeling was heightened. He was panicked and desperate and angry and so fucking jealous. This should’ve been him with you, driving you home in his car, and he had fucked that up.
Eddie remembers how nervous he was when he picked you up for the dance that Friday night. He’d done his best to tame his hair, and Wayne let him borrow his suit. Wayne had stayed to help with his tie and to give him a talking to about how to be a gentleman when Eddie went to pick you up.
“Actually go up to the goddamn door and knock. Say good evening to her parents,” Wayne instructed. “Make sure you hold her hand to help her down the stairs, open her car door, hold the door for her…”
“Wayne I know, I know,” Eddie fused, worried he was going to be late. “It’s not a date anyways,” Eddie insists, although he wished it was. Wayne scoffs.
“Whatever you say,” he said, rolling his eyes at Eddie.
“Lemme get a picture,” Wayne had insisted, stopping Eddie from running out the door. Grumbling the whole time, Eddie stood in their little kitchen while Wayne fumbled with his old camera. “You never look halfway decent, gotta capture it for the book.”
The photo is still hanging up on Wayne’s fridge to this day. Eddie has not worn a suit since.
Arriving at your house was so daunting to Eddie. He’d never really met your parents before. Just in passing when he’d pick you up or drop you off for school. He’d been to your house before, you’d hosted a few times for Hellfire- but it was never anything like this. This was special.
He went up to the door like Wayne instructed and he shook your dad’s hand. He was worried that they’d judge him- they would hate his hair or something. It’s the first time he’s relieved that his tattoos aren’t out on display. They were both kind to him, but he could tell they were not sure how to react to him. Self-conscious, he worried they were disappointed because he wasn’t Steve. Eddie wasn’t who they pictured for you. They envisioned you with Steve. That was they future they had planned.
Eddie thought you looked absolutely unreal that night. He always thought that those scenes where the girl makes her grand entrance and floats down the stairs were corny. Until it happened to him and it felt like time stopped. Your descent down the stairs after your mom called you down had Eddie in a trance. You were angelic in your dress, the one Eddie will pretend you bought for him- not for Steve. Eddie must have been staring with his mouth agape, because your father needed to clear his throat for Eddie to realize you’d been expectantly waiting for him to say something. Literally anything.
“You look beautiful,” Eddie marveled, and you giggled a shy thank you. A few hundred photos later and you both were finally on your way.
You were right, the Snow Ball was not Eddie’s scene at all. He didn’t like the music, or the people, but he was just so happy to be spending time with you that he couldn't care about literally anything else. You seemed happy too. Eddie thought you were glowing. He even danced to every song you wanted and took the cheesy photo booth pictures. You tore the photo strip in half so you could each have some. You use yours as a bookmark to this day and Eddie’s is still clipped to the visor in the van.
You’d hardly even noticed Steve the whole night. Eddie kept you on your feet and kept you laughing so hard your stomach hurt.
The bang on the side of the van made you jump. You both were startled. You watched as Eddie’s eyes widened as the panic set in for both of you. Neither of you had ever seen Steve like this, it wasn’t his nature. You both didn’t know what to do.
“Just wait here,” Eddie said comfortingly, before jumping out of the van. “I’ll talk to him.”
Steve stood outside waiting impatiently, his hands on his hips as his chest rapidly rose and fell. His hair was messy, as you watched from the side mirror, you could tell he’d been tugging at it- a nervous habit of his you knew quite well.
“What the fuck is this?” He accuses. Eddie offers his hands up in surrender jokingly.
“Come on Steve…”
“You told me she wanted space! Then you swoop in and pull this shit?”
“She did want space- not to be fucking ignored for weeks!” Eddie points out. “You had every opportunity and you just left her alone, so how long did you expect me to just stand around while you play these fucking mind games with her? I was the bigger person, Steve! I was willing to literally take myself out of the fucking equation if you both wanted each other- and you didn’t do shit!”
Steve looks towards the van and you make eye contact in the side mirror. He looks devastated under the outward projection of anger. It’s like you’re a million miles away. He can’t be too late. He just couldn’t. How is he supposed to just walk away after everything? Is this just it? He pleads that you’ll do something- say something- anything! Just tell him you still care.
You avert your gaze. Steve shallows harshly.
Eddie crosses his arms, and steps in front of Steve’s view of you. “Come on man,” Steve pleads, voice cracking. “Let me just talk to her.”
Eddie looks to you, and you shake your head “no.”
“How about you call her tomorrow when you cool off? You’re scaring her,” Eddie proposes.
“You don’t speak for her,” Steve argues. “Baby, please,” he pleads looking over Eddie’s shoulder.
Baby? Eddie fumes- he can not be serious.
You roll down the window a crack. “I’ll call you tomorrow, Steve. I don’t want to talk to you right now,” you shout from the van. Before he can respond, you crank the window back up.
“Fine,” Steve glares at Eddie. It’s not over, but he’ll concede for now- if it’s what you want. He slams his car door shut before speeding away, the car screaming as he pulled away as quickly as he could.
He knew his parents would be gone, so he opted to go to their house to crash tonight. He couldn’t bear facing Eddie back at their place after this.
You don’t even realize that you’d be crying until you feel Eddie’s arms pull you in for a hug. He rubs your back comforting you as you are shocked at what just happened.
“I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” he mumbles into your hair before placing a kiss on the top of your head. “Let me bring you home, yeah?”
The ride back to your apartment is silent, neither one of you knowing what to say. Eddie doesn’t want to push, and you’re too exhausted to get into it. You rest your forehead on the cold glass of the window to help your head. Eddie wants to reach out and hold your hand as he drives, but he keeps his distance.
Eddie always walks you all the way to your front door, even after you’ve told him he doesn’t have to so many times. Wayne would kill me, he would joke. He held the door open for you so you could hop out. He held your arm, helping you navigate the icy walk. And he walked you upstairs to your apartment.
There’s a piece of paper taped to the front of the door.
I decided to spend the night at Vicky’s. Do with that information what you will. - Robin
“I don’t want to be alone,” you admit, a little panicked knowing you’d be walking into an empty apartment. Eddie sighs, biting his lip nervously. Steve is going to never want to see him again, he’s sure of it.
“I can stay if that would make you feel better?” He offers. You nod.
“Please.”
You pull the note down and toss it in the bin on your way inside. Eddie follows after you, kicking off his boots in the entryway. You both hang up your coats. You move over to the thermostat and turn it up. Eddie lingers in the living room, not quite sure what to do with himself. You both say nothing for a few moments.
“Eddie, I’m so sorry about all of this,” you say finally. “Just everything- everything is falling apart it feels like.”
“None of this is your fault- it’s really not anyone’s fault…well, except mine,” he says, like a confessional and he takes a step closer.
“Yeah,” you reply softly, matching his step.
The air in the room was thick with tension between the two of you. In the silence and still, there was a pull dragging you into each other.
“The whole thing is quite unfortunate really,” he contemplates, a knowing smile forming on his face. One step.
“Most unfortunate,” you whisper. One step. He reaches out and intertwines with fingers with his.
“Awful,” he whispers, tracing circles on your hands with his thumb gently. It sears through you completely.
He tilts his head and his lips ghost over yours. Your body feels like it’s on fire being so close to him. The first kiss is so delicate, and the familiar feeling ignites in you. It’s perfect, being held by him by this.
His lips are softer than you expect when they slot against yours. You let yourself forget about everything else in that moment- everything just melts away at his touch. Your brain melts at the sensation and warmth spreads throughout your whole body. You part your lips, inviting him to deepen the kiss and he does gladly.
Waiting for a kiss like this was worth it, Eddie thinks. All the nights he spent thinking about it and all the times he held back from touching you… all of it felt like nothing as you fill up all his senses. It’s almost too much.
“Sweetheart… please,” he begs, mumbling against your lips. His hands rest on the expanse of your back and the sensation sends a shiver up your spine. You gently tug by his belt loops closer to you, so your body is flush against his. You moan softly against his lips.
Without disentangling himself from you, he guides you as you walk backwards towards the door of your bedroom. His hands make everywhere on your skin burn in their wake as he brings them down your back, to your hip, then settle firmly on your ass. It makes you whimper.
The back of you knees touch the edge of your bed, and you let yourself fall backwards- pulling Eddie to climb on top of you. His hair tickles as it curtains your faces, and he leans in to press hot kisses to your jaw and down your neck, a hickey forming right where he ends just above your collarbone.
When he pulls back briefly, you take the opportunity to pull your sweater over your head and toss it to the floor. Eddie’s movements stutter, his eyes hungrily taking in all of the newly exposed skin. You were a vision. “Shit,” he breathes, “look at you.”
He wastes no time pulling his shirt over his head, tossing it somewhere behind him. Warmth rushes to your core at the sight of his tattoos, the subtle muscle under his pale skin, the chain around his neck, the happy trail that leads down to wear his jeans are hanging low on his hips and showing off a prominent bulge… you’re fucked. He sits up on his knees over your thighs and your body aches at the separation.
You watch as he takes his hair and gathers it together in his hands. Making a ponytail should not be this sexy, but it’s Eddie. He winks at you as he does when he notices the way you’re staring with your mouth open, heaving breathing.
“Take these off, sweetheart,” Eddie hums, nodding down to your jeans as he pulls the elastic from his wrist around to secure it in his hair. You’re face is warm as you nod, wiggling out of them and kicking them away. You’re left in just your bra and panties and spread out before him.
“These are so pretty,” he muses, teasingly, running his ringed fingers over the skin just above the edge of your panties. He kneels down on the floor at the foot of the bad, hooking your legs over his shoulders in one fluid motion. “So pretty,” he mumbles, pressing delicate, teasing kisses to your inner thighs as his hands rub up and down the length of your legs.
His eyes are directly in line with the wet spot that has formed on your panties. It aches, and you’re desperate for him to do something about it. Without him even touching you yet, you’re squirming in the anticipation that he will do something to soothe the sensation that has been building up in your core.
He presses a kiss to your heat over your panties, his nose pressing against your clit and the feeling makes you gasp, relieved for just the littlest amount of contact. Satisfied with your response to him, he hooks his thumb through your panties, and drags them aside- the metal of his rings feel cool against the hotness of your skin and it makes you flutter.
He grins devilishly, “All of this for me, pretty girl?”
One hand holds your panties, the other rests on your hip to hold you steady when Eddie wastes no time, devouring you. His nose against your clit, his tongue lapping at your arousal- it was too much. He was like a man starved. How dare you deny him this for so long. He was desperate to taste you, and he groans- he knew you’d be so fucking sweet. He just knew it.
He pulls back to rub his thumb over your clit, making circles that feel so good you could cry. You’re so needy, writhing in his arms as you feel a familiar knot form in your stomach. With his thumb firmly in place, he returns to latch his tongue back to you.
“Eddie,” you whine, your hands tangles in your sheets to stabilize yourself. Your head is spinning, and you know you’re so fucking close. “Please,” you cry desperately at the sensation, chasing your climax.
Eddie continues his pace, the exact way you need him to and he continues to work you through your first orgasm. He kisses your thighs when you finish and he smiles at you- his face glistening with your slick. Cheeky bastard. He kisses your legs, your stomach and all the way back up to your lips, tasting yourself on him. He tugs off your panties and tosses them on the floor. Something about making you cum, a switch flipped in Eddie.
He’s kissing you like he’s depending on it to survive, he’s feeling confident and desperate to do that again. He practically growls against your skin, face buried in your neck. He works off his jeans and boxers. Your mouth waters. He’s gorgeous fucking everywhere.
“Your turn,” you mumble, unhooking your bra, eyes wandering to Eddie’s hard cock. He shakes his head, kissing you again. Fuck if he doesn’t want that, but he can’t trust himself to not completely fall apart.
“Next time, sweetheart,” he promises, and you pout. “Need to fuck you,” he mutters against your lips, his blood breath heavy against yours. You moan at his words.
“Please, Eds,” you drawl, “need you inside me.”
He teases your entrance, the top of his cock so painfully close to pushing inside you. “I’m going to fuck you so good you’ll forget all about Steve, sweetheart.”
“Oh, fuck, Eddie please,” you whine, you hips trying to create some friction, already desperate and needy for another release. Oh, you liked that, Eddie muses. He can deliver.
“He doesn’t deserve this pretty pussy does he?” Eddie muses, pushing in just the tip of his cock, watching as you fall apart, desperate for more of him. “This perfect… fuck, tight pussy,” he moans, pushing himself fully into you.
“Can’t take care of you as good as I can,” he promises, thrusting into you at just the right, hitting that spot that makes your brain go stupid. You feel so full of him, you can’t imagine anyone feeling better than Eddie by the way he’s fucking into you.
“He’s never gonna fuck you as good as this,” Eddie promises. You can believe it. He leans down and kisses your neck, his hand massaging your breast, tugging gently at your hard nipple before giving the same care and attention to the other one as well. He whispers more filthy things against your neck, and you moan- your body responding to his so well.
“Fit around me so good, sweetheart,” he muses, hot kisses trailing over the stance of your neck, “you take my cock so well.”
“Such a good girl… making my cock all messy,” he praises, and then he presses his lips to yours in a desperately messy kiss. “Fuck, sweetheart…”
Tears threaten the corners of your eyes, it all is too good, too overwhelming. You’re so over sensitive from your first orgasm, you are reaching your peak again, all too quickly for your liking. You can’t help it- he feels too good and he’s so fucking attentive and fuck- you feel so close.
“Cum on my cock princess,” Eddie encourages, feeling you tighten around his cock. “you’re gonna look so good for me, let me see you cum for me, yeah?”
He holds your cheeks in his hand, your lips squished together as you look up at him, wide eyed. “You can do it, be a good girl and cum all over my cock,” he encourages. It’s just enough to make you fall apart all over again. Messy things spilling from your mouth as your body pulses and he continues his pace, working you through it- kissing your forehead.
Eddie pulls out, making a mess on your stomach as he cums. Exhausted, he collapses on the bed next to you. He kisses you softly, praising you for being so good for him. It makes you feel like putty. He disappears for a second, disappearing behind the door. He comes back with water for you and a warm cloth. He kisses you, making you take the water from him, and then he cleans you up gently, kissing your body all over after the job is done.
You don’t know what you’re going to say to Steve. All you care about now, is burrowing yourself into Eddie’s chest. For the first time in weeks, you and Eddie both actually sleep soundly, limbs tangled together- your bodies intertwined.
PART FIVE
Please vote for Eddie or Steve for who our reader ends up with in the final part!
TikTok is officially banned in the US. Gonna go cry on the floor now because I might not ever see angry Mulan man screaming at people for not washing their rice ever again.
TikTok is officially banned in the US. Gonna go cry on the floor now because I might not ever see angry Mulan man screaming at people for not washing their rice ever again.
This is my first time writing something like this for Billy so please be gentle with me!
cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) spanking, degradation, use of the words slut and whore, hurt/no comfort
The boys’ locker room is empty when you enter it. You feel weird being there, but Steve told you to meet him by the door after school so he could give you a ride home. But he’s nowhere to be found. No one’s there, but you’re still worried that you’re going to see something you shouldn’t. You don’t know why though since it’s not something you haven’t seen before.
You’ve got a reputation around Hawking for being a “good girl” even though you haven’t been one of those in a long time. It’s only because you don’t really party and no one ever sees you drink or do drugs. But if they could see what you get up to behind closed doors then maybe the rumors would stop.
You get further into the locker room and stop when you hear water running, steam coming from the other side. You figure it’s just Steve and he forgot to tell you he was taking a shower, so imagine your surprise when you see Billy Hargrove where you think your friend should be.
His back is turned but you just know it’s him by the hair. As soon as you catch sight of his ass, you turn on your heel even though you want to look a little longer. You don’t like him but you can appreciate a good ass when you see one. But now you’ve got to get out of here before he sees you.
“Hey, pretty girl,” you hear from behind you and you cringe at the nickname. You’ve hated Billy Hargrove since the moment you met him and that’s not going to change anytime soon. You’ve seen the way he treats women and that’s always left a bad taste in your mouth. You honestly can’t comprehend why any woman would willingly sleep with him and why they all seem to be thirsting over him when guys like Steve are right there.
“What do you want, Hargrove?” You snap as you turn around, crossing your arms over your chest. It’s a shame too because Billy was hoping he could sneak a peek at your tits before you noticed.
“I could ask you the same question,” he says as he turns around fully, his entire crotch on display for a few seconds before he covers his waist with a towel. “You are aware that this is the boys’ locker room, right? Didn’t peg you for a perv, but I think I could be into that.”
“I was looking for Steve.” You’re glaring at him now, really wishing it was Steve you had walked in on despite how awkward that would have been.
“Right, your little boyfriend.” The words are said so bitterly and you know exactly why. Billy hasn’t exactly been quiet about how badly he wants to fuck you. But you know it’s only to cross you off some sort of list, not because he actually wants to.
“He’s not my boyfriend.” You don’t know why Billy saying that Steve is your boyfriend bothers you so much, but it does.
“Well, isn’t it my lucky day?” He’s stepping closer to you know and you’re backing away, deciding that it’s best to just leave and not encourage his behavior.
“It’s not, actually. Because I wouldn’t fuck you if you were the last man on earth.” Billy’s eyebrows shoot up And then he lets out a laugh.
“Slow down, no one said anything about fucking, doll. But I think I could change your mind. I mean, I know you’ve thought about me naked.” You would never tell him that you actually have. You would never tell him that you’re actually thinking about it right now, his cock becoming even more visible as you glance at it as quickly as possible, not wanting to get caught.
“Caught you,” he says, stepping forward and pressing his body against yours so you can feel his erection against you. You try not to think about how badly you want it inside of you, how you want him to pin you against the shower wall and fuck you until you can’t take it anymore.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you glare, so close to letting your guard down and just tell him what he wants to hear because it’s the truth.
“I know you were looking at my cock,” he smirks, his hands moving down to your ass. “I can show you if you want.”
There has to be some sort of catch. You’re sure of it. Because Billy isn’t one to do anything out of generosity. Everything comes with a price and you’re willing to pay.
“Show me then,” you command, batting your eyelashes at him in an attempt to be flirty. He makes a show out of it, reaching up and slowly opening the towel to show you his rock hard cock for only a few seconds before wrapping it back around his waist.
That’s it. You need him and you need him now. The image of him is burned into your brain and you need him inside you even though you’re pretty sure he was showing you what you can’t have because he’s a dick.
“Wow,” you tell him, pulling him to you as you reach up and fiddle with one of his curls. “I think that’s the best cock I’ve ever seen.” For once, you’re not using a line and Billy seems to know that because before you can make sense of what’s happening, he’s pushing you against one of the shower walls, his hands sliding up your dress to your panties.
“You want it?” He asks and you nod enthusiastically, the whole thing making you feel dizzy. He pushes down your panties and they pool at your feet as he digs his fingers into your hips, taking no time to pound into you over and over, his whole cock sliding inside you again and again, pulling the prettiest moans from your mouth.
It’s so painful because of the size of him but he just feels so good that you don’t want him to stop. Your arms go to his neck while you wrap your legs around his waist, giving him more access and he takes advantage, holding his cock there for a few seconds to see just how long you can take it.
“Look at you, taking it like the little slut you are. Never pegged you for a whore, doll, but I actually think that makes you even more hot,” he tells you through labored breaths and you never thought Billy was even capable of giving out compliments.
You’re too out of it to think. This whole thing has made you stupid and now you finally understand what people mean they they say that someone fucked their brains out. It’s all mush now, but you don’t even care. It’s only been a few minutes, but this is the best sex you’ve ever had.
“Does Harrington fuck you like this?” He asks, then lets out a laugh. “Bet he doesn’t. He only likes missionary.” You’ve never slept with Steve, but you also know this to be true.
“Wouldn’t know,” you reply. “I’ve never fucked him.” This surprises Billy but he hides it well. He can’t believe that Steve’s never fucked you and kinda likes that he beat him to the punch.
“Good. You’re too good for him anyway.” You’re caught off guard by his words and apparently so is he because his mouth dropping open matches your expression. But he wipes his off first, pounding into you ever harder until your clenching around him, your eyes shut tight as you come. Your back arches as Billy holds onto you, fucking you absolutely senseless as you come.
Once you come down, Billy pulls out and sets you back on the floor before pulling your panties up. He then gives your ass a hard smack which makes you gasp before he sends you on your way, but not before telling you that it’ll be a secret just between the two of you.
He’ll never admit that that was the best sex he ever had nor that he maybe, kind of, sort of…likes you. He won’t even admit it to himself. He’ll tell himself that it’s just because you’re the only person besides his sister that doesn’t take any of his shit, and yeah, sure that’s part of it. But you’re also pretty and smart. You’re also the only person Billy’s ever liked like that. And you also will never return his feelings so what’s the point? Billy is many things, but a person who has unrequited feelings isn’t one of them. He’s never been that and he’s most certainly not going to start now.
Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!! Smut, oral (f receiving), fingering, pin, protected sex (follow their example!), a lot of fluff, giggly cuteness, Christmas celebrations, not pre-read, might have errors, Reader is Gareth's little sister
Summary: After 6 months of dating Eddie, you're reminded of the Christmas get together your family throws every year. This time, Eddie is invited- or, "your boyfriend" is, since your family isn't aware of that person being Eddie Munson yet. Will they be excited for you? Or will your brother have something to say about it?
a/n: this took so long and I know its late but shush.
Big thanks to my girl Mare at @munsonsmixtapes for giving me her time to help me wrap this bitch up!
It is December 1st of 1992, the cold air outside leaks through your not-greatly-sealed windows into your apartment. Your heater broke on you last week, and you’ve been waiting for the landlord to send a guy to fix it. Fortunately, your new-ish boyfriend was kind enough to stick around until it’s fixed.
Lounging across the couch, on top of your boyfriend, Eddie, you bury yourself into his chest. He chuckles as your hair spreads across his skin, pulling the blanket that’s wrapped around you both more over your shoulders. “You ok, sweetheart?” He asks, running his fingers through your hair to clear a spot for you to look up at him through.
You do so, blowing air to push a strand he missed out of the way, “No, I’m cold.” You give him a playful glare, not actually meaning it, of course.
“Aww, I’m sorry,” he wraps his arms around you more snuggly, “I know another way to warm you up…” he smirks. Your cheeks flush, slapping your forehead against his chest once again, making him laugh.
To be honest, even though you and Eddie have been dating for 5 months now, since that fateful concert back in June, you haven’t done anything…physical. Besides the heated make out sessions and getting to your underwear before backing out. Thankfully, Eddie is really understanding about it all.
“Not… yet.” You mentally groan out the words, straining your brain.
His lips press to your forehead, smiling softly, “I know, Sweetheart, I was just teasing.” He pulls you closer to him, sitting up in his spot on the couch. He places his finger around your chin pulling you towards him, pressing his lips to yours. You hum into the kiss, still amazed at how you were able to actually start dating your teenage-self’s crush.
You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you, as his tongue swipes your bottom lip. Just as his tongue breaches your lips- your phone rings.
You groan, dropping your head to his shoulder for a second before pushing off of him, yanking the blanket with you. He is yanked off the couch in the process, a soft yelp leaves him as you make your way to the counter where your phone is stationed.
“Hello?” You answer, holding the phone to your ear.
“Hey, Sweetie! It’s Mom!” Your mother’s recognizable voice echos through the speaker, her cheerful attitude as perky as ever.
“Hey, Mom,” you glance at Eddie as his head pops up to look at you as you address who you are talking to, “What’s up?”
“Oh nothing much, just trying to figure out what we are all doing for this year’s Christmas party, you know. Now that Garrett is married, you have a whole new boyfriend none of us have met before, everything’s different.”
You never told your family who you were dating, not even his name. You just said you started seeing someone, and that you promised they would meet him when you brought him home. You didn’t think about the Christmas party your parents host every year when you made that promise. That’s bad planning on your end.
“Oh yeah…” you hesitate, “I honestly kinda forgot, haha…” your mom hums in response.
“I figured as much, but not to worry! I’ve already got your room all ready for you to arrive in two weeks. And when you and that mysterious boy get here, you can help us go pick out a tree, decorate it, help me prep meals and all the goodies for-“
Your mother talks on and on about all the tasks you will have to do when you get there. You like Christmas, you really do, especially when you were still at home and could help your mom prepare everything so early in the month to make sure everything was perfect. “The Emerson Way” as your dad called it, perfection was the only outcome for Christmas. But god, did you just wanna stay home, in your cold apartment with your warm-bodied boyfriend.
“Mom,” you call out to her, and she shushes herself quickly, “let me talk about it with him, ok? I need to be sure he can even come this year.” You explain.
She gasps, “Oh my lord, of course!! I’ll let you go so you can give him a call. I love you!”
“Love you, Mom.” You hang up the phone.
Obviously you are not about to call Eddie Munson’s apartment, so you turn around. “Eds, code red. It’s Christmas.” Eddie looks at you confused, finally lifting himself off the ground.
“Yeah? I know, it’s December.” He chuckles a bit.
“No, Eddie, you don’t get it. It’s Christmas. The Emerson’s Christmas Party?” You gesture to your phone as you watch him blink.
God, you love him but sometimes his brain is ‘head empty, no thoughts’.
“Sweetie,” you step closer to him, placing your hands on the sides of his face. “My family hosts a party every Christmas Eve. I’m a required guest, and now so are you.” It hits him.
“Oh- Oh no.” Eddie hasn’t spoken to your brother, his ex best friend, in six years. At the time they were besties you were a simple 16 year old girl that he never thought of as more than just ‘Gareth’s little sister.’ Now you’re his girlfriend. “Oh I’m dead. Oh sweetheart, he’s gonna kill me.” Eddie hisses in a breath, wrapping his arms around himself. He may have just been cold but you also think it’s because he’s genuinely uncomfortable with this news.
“He’s not gonna kill you, Gareth doesn’t have the heart for that. Besides, Cindy wouldn’t let him even if he tried. Can’t have her husband in jail with a baby on the way.” You let out a soft laugh, trying to joke.
“Eds, I promise it will be fine.” You give his nose a soft kiss. “When do we leave…?” He asks, eyes wide with anticipation. “Two weeks…?” You awkwardly smile. He yelps.
The two weeks fly by fast, and before you know it, it’s December 14th and you’re passing the ‘Wecome to Hawkins’ sign as you cross over the town line.
“Haven’t seen that sign in a while.” Eddie speaks genuinely, it has been 6 years since he was last in Hawkins.
“Oddly enough I’ve seen it more in recent years than I ever did living in Hawkins.” You explain to him, watching the trees pass the car as you come into familiar territory.
Driving up the long driveway of your home you see a familiar car parked outside, your brother’s car. You and Eddie glance at each other, before turning off the car and stepping out onto the pavement into the cold crisp air of Hawkins, Indiana.
You don’t grab your luggage just yet, too nervous to bother with it right now. As you step towards the front door, Eddie follows close after.
It’s weird, he’s always felt welcomed at your house in the past, felt like part of the family. But now he feels like a total stranger, like a bear stepping into a bush with a hidden trap.
You ring the doorbell, rolling back and forth on your heels as you wait impatiently for the bright smile of your mother. “Coming!!” You hear a sing-song voice call out, and you’re both able to get in one final deep breath before the front door opens.
“(Y/n)!” Your mother opens the door, all smiles like usual, pulling you into a hug, “It’s so good to see you, dear!” She pulls away and looks up at Eddie. “Well as I live and breathe!” She smiles at him. “Is that really you, Eddie Munson? My, you’ve grown quite a lot!” She holds up her hand to graze his head before pulling him into a bone crushing hug.
“It’s good to see you too, Mrs. Emerson.” Eddie hugs her back.
When she pulls away she smiles happily, “Oh, please, call me Donna, Eddie. I’ve known you since you were a kid! It’s only fair.” She turns back to you after patting his arm. “Sweetie, I thought you said you were bringing your boyfriend? Not that I’m complaining, Eddie Munson is forever a welcome face in this house,” she smiles at him again before facing you once more.
“Mom,” you smile at her, “meet my boyfriend.” You gesture to Eddie beside you. “Eddie.”
Donna Lynn Emerson looks up at Eddie, her smile growing wider before her eyes close and few words leave her breath, “Oh thank you, Jesus.” “What?” You ask. “Sweetie, I love you, you know that,” you mom pats your arm, “but when you told us you weren’t gonna tell us anything about your boyfriend until we met him, we all thought he was gonna be some biker or gang member.”
She turns to Eddie and taps the side of her head, “Parents brains go to the worst outcomes.” “So… you’re not mad…?” You ask, a little shocked by the chill reaction.
“(Y/n), you’ve had a crush on this boy since you were 14. You’re living the teenage girl dream, Sweetie, I don’t judge.” She smiles at you, “Besides, It’s Eddie. I know his Uncle, knew his dad, his mom, shit I knew this kid’s grandma on both sides.” She laughs to herself.
“But we are four years apart…? That doesn’t concern you?” Your mom’s face go dead serious, making the both of you jump at the sudden change in expression.
“Sweetie, I’m 7 years younger than your dad, and we married when I was 19. You’re a 22 year old woman who can make her own choices.”
“Anyways!! Come in!! Get out of the cold!” She drags you both into the house.
Stepping into the familiar entry way, you take off your coats and shoes, sitting them by the door and respectable hooks. You mother leads you both into the kitchen, where you are met with a very familiar face.
“Cindy!” You smile and run up to the girl, throwing your arms around her. “(Y/n)!! Hi!” Cindy laughs and pulls you to her, but you be careful not to squish her too hard on her belly.
Gareth and Cindy got married nearly two years ago now during February of 1991. They met 5 years ago when Gareth moved away for college. You will never forget that Christmas of 1988 when you met her, been friends ever since. You honestly questioned who side you would be on if they divorced. You love your brother, but it’s Cindy.
“How have you been? I’m sorry I wasn’t able to call you last week, life got a little hectic.” She laughs running her hand over her baby bump.
“I’ve been good! And no worries! My heater broke a couple weeks ago so I’ve been just shivering in the cold since then, honestly this might be my vacation.” You laugh a bit.
She giggles before turning her attention to Eddie, “This must be the guy!!” She holds out her hand to him, “So lovely to finally meet you! (Y/n) never told us your name so I apologize for the awkwardness of the family.”
Eddie shakes her hand, smiling at her, “oh it’s fine, I actually-”
“Munson?” A voice comes from behind you all and Cindy tilts her head.
You both turn around and there in the door way is your dear brother. “Shit. Holly shit!” Gareth, as if reverting back to 17 practically tackles his old friend. “Dude! It’s been what? Almost seven years? Where the fuck did you go?” He pulls away, smacking his old friend’s arm.
Eddie looks like a relief was weighed off him, “I needed to get out of town, moved to Indianapolis, been living there ever since, though I’ve actually gone on tour a few times now.” Eddie snickers and Gareth chuckles.
“Yeah, no shit! Jeff and I found out there was a band called ‘Corroded Coffin’ and nearly fainted!” He turns to his wife who smiles at him. “Oh! Eddie,” Gareth squeezes through the two of you, wrapping his arms around the woman your age, “meet Cindy. She’s my wife.” He’s practically glowing when sharing this knowledge.
Eddie tilts towards you and not even bothering to whisper goes, “I see why you say they are meant for each other.” You snicker and Gareth glares at you.
A moment of laughter washes over all of you though, but Gareth stops first, “so, why are you here, man? Not that I’m complaining, just-“
“Oh!” Eddie, blissfully innocent Eddie, smiles at his old best friend before throwing his arm around your shoulders. “I’m (y/n)’s mystery boyfriend! Isn’t that cool?” As if clockwork, Gareth’s arms drop from his wife, his smile drops, and he stares at Eddie.
“I’m sorry,” he glances at you before looking back at the tall guy, “repeat that?”
“Eds-“ you go to press your arm against him.
“I’m her boyfriend! Isn’t that cool?” Eddie chuckles a bit, obviously more nervous than the first time he said it.
“You son of a-“ Gareth doesn’t even finish before tackling him, arm wrapped around his neck, locking him in a choke hold. Eddie flails around like a fish out of water, “I told you she’s off limits! When the fuck in all those years did I stutter!”
Gareth bumps into everything almost knocking over Grandma’s vase before, “Gareth!” The entire house goes silent. Your mother, the sweet woman that she is, struts into the kitchen and practically rips your brother off your boyfriend. “Eddie, dear, are you ok?”
“Him!?” Gareth yells, utterly shocked.
“Yes, Gareth! Him!” She glared at him, making your brother’s back go pencil straight.
Gotta hand it to Mom, she’s a sweet one, but god damn you don’t wanna be in the cross fire of her glare.
“I’m ok, Mrs. Emerson.” Eddie rubs the back of his neck, “kinda deserves that honestly.” He lets out a chuckle.
“I’m sorry,” you step forward, turning towards the nitwit you call a brother. “Off limits?”
“Oh,” Gareth hesitates, “I made the guys promise to never date you. I know them, trust me you don’t wanna know everything about them.” You gesture to Eddie.
“Kinda been living under the same roof with this one for a good few weeks now, trust me what ever you know, I know.” Eddie blushes covering his face in his hands.
“Sweetheart, no…” He knew what Gareth was meaning, and god knows you have not discovered yet.
“What?” You question.
“I hate to ask, but if I don’t it’s gonna bother me,” Gareth takes a deep breath, “Have you two-“
“no!” You speak a little too quickly for everyone in the room, “no… not- oh my god, Gareth. Why are you like this?” You hold your head in your hands.
Gareth raises his hands up defensively. “Sorry.”
It doesn’t take long for everyone to get comfortable again. Gareth takes Eddie out to the garage with your dad and talks, you, your mom, and Cindy all stand around the kitchen, helping your mom do some Christmas baking.
“So,” your mom smiles at you, “Where did you meet Eddie again? He mentioned living in Indianapolis?” You roll the rolling pin over the homemade cookie dough on the counter, pressing it flat.
“Steph had tickets to his show, though I didn’t know it was his show when she invited us.” You explain, checking the width of the flattened dough.
“That’s fun! Did you meet him during the show?”
“Half time, and then met up with him again after. Jenny was there too.”
“How is Jenny? I haven’t seen her in a while.” Your mother changes the subject.
“Good, she’s dating this new guy, I’ve met him once. He’s cool.”
“Good for her.” Your mother smiles.
Cindy comes up by you with the container of cookie cutters. You both take a few and start cutting out Christmas shapes from the dough. “It’s good to have you home.” Cindy nudges you with her shoulder, “This town is so boring without you.”
“Aww, thanks, Cindy.” You smile at her.
“Your father has been a pain, claiming he needs to come see you every week. I kept telling him off about it.” Your mother jumps in.
“Gareth too, when you called us and complained about your heating being out, he was about to drive down and come fix it for you.” Cindy chimes in. You giggle at their claims, happy to know your brother and father still want to take care of you even though you’re a good bit away now.
After a little more baking and cookie decorating, the men come back in from the garage, beers empty and ready to eat. Eddie steps over to you, wrapping his arm around your waist and hugging you from behind. He leans down and kisses your cheek. “Having fun?” You ask him, smiling at the small kiss.
“Yeah, it’s nice to catch up with your dad and Gareth.” He leans his head against yours.
After you all eat, your mother notices the time, and quickly shoos everyone off to bed. “We need to get up bright and early! Tree shopping isn’t going to do itself!”
You step up to your old room, Eddie close behind you as you open the door. “Whoa,” Eddie mumbles from behind you. You look across the room. It’s the exact same, the pink walls, white carpet, and baby blue bed spread.
“Don’t judge,” you glance back at him before stepping in, dropping your bag - that you finally got from the car - onto the floor.
Eddie steps into the room, glancing around at the pictures you have on your walls. There’s a painting he remembers you painted in art in your Freshman year, the mirror over your dresser, and a ABBA poster taped on your closet door.
As he steps closer to your mirror, he looks over the photos tucked into the frame. Pictures of you and Jenny in middle school, you and Gareth in the yard as little kids, and one more. You and him, a picture Gareth took the night you were at their concert back then. He was smiling at the camera in that picture, his arm thrown over your shoulders.
“That’s cute.” You look over at him, seeing the photo he points to.
“Oh- um, yeah…” you feel your cheeks heating up, looking back down at your bag. Eddie steps closer to you, placing his hand on you cheek and pulling you closer to him. His lips press to your forehead, soft and sweet.
“You’re cute,” his words are simple but to the point. “You make it hard to forget,” you let out a soft laugh.
The next morning, you wake in your old bed, the alarm on your night stand ringing out. You press the ‘off’ button before throwing yourself back against the mattress. You look over to where you left your boyfriend last night, but the spot is already empty. Then, the door to your room opens.
Stepping into the dim room, Eddie smiles at you with a mug in hand, “good morning, sweetheart. I brought you some coffee.” He makes his way around the bed as you sit up, before hanging the mug over to you.
Taking it you look down at the contents of the mug. “You didn’t have to do that, Eds, but thank you.”
“Of course!” He crouches down by the bed, smiling like a kid in a candy store as you take your first sip.
“Mm! You’re making my coffee every morning now. This is so good.”
After a semi-slow morning, you come downstairs fully dressed and ready for the day, your family all ready in the kitchen. “Finally, the bear leaves her cave.” Gareth snickers. You roll your eyes at him, “Oh, shut up.”
Your family piles into your mom’s Chevy Suburban. Your dad driving, mom shotgunning, Cindy and you in the middle row, and Eddie and Gareth in the back. The ride is nice, your mom having the Christmas station playing on the radio, with you and Cindy (mostly) perfectly singing every song it plays. Gareth and Eddie banging their hands against the back of your seats to the beat.
After your dad pulls the SUV into the local “Mary’s Trees,” the place everyone in Hawkin’s buys their Christmas trees, you all fumble out of the brick on wheels, Eddie nearly falling out himself. You all are quickly greeted by an associate, one you remember well from high school.
“Welcome, Emerson Family!” Tiffany Fraser, a girl who was on the cheer squad in your high school, smiles and greets your mom and dad with open arms. Her blond hair blown out and curled, perfectly pulled back into a high pony tail. “Coming by a little later this year, but don’t worry, I have some perfect trees to show you!”
Your mother smiles at Tiffany and loops arms with her before letting herself be dragged off, “Please share! I’ve been dying to get decorating!”
It doesn’t take long for your parents and brother to begin to make their way through the forest of Christmas trees for sale. You take this opportunity to fall back and hang with your obviously intrigued boyfriend.
Eddie’s eyes dart all around the area, the subtle glitter in his eye reminds you of childhood wonder. “You doing ok, Eds?” You ask him, stepping into an easy pace with him as you both follow behind your family.
“Hmm?” Eddie’s head snaps to your direction, before getting distracted again, “Yeah, yeah… didn’t realize how many trees would be here. How do you pick just one?”
You blink. What?
“What do you mean?” The question came out a little more harsh than you intended but you were genuinely confused, “have you never been tree shopping before?”
“I mean…” Eddie hesitates.
He had gone with his uncle Wayne once to pick out a tree. Though it was in a box and he had gotten it from one of the few chain stores in Hawkins. It’s a memory he will hold on to forever.
“Once. With Wayne, but it was a fake tree. I didn’t realize people actually bought real trees to decorate.” His eyes glance over the rows and rows of living trees that the farm has on display.
Something about that made you feel weird. You never even thought about that. Eddie grew up in the trailer park down the road with his Uncle Wayne. They wereon the poorer side, not having much money and Eddie mostly wearing hand-me-downs from Wayne until he could buy his own clothes. For some reason you didn't realise how different you two grew up. But suddenly this Christmas tree meant more to you.
"Hey, Mom?" You get your mother's attention, and she turns to you, stopping her conversation with Tiffany.
"Yes, dear?" Her voice is as joyful as always.
“In honor of Eddie joining us this year, can he pick the tree?" You know you're asking for a lot from your family, especially your mother. Donna Lynn loves Christmas. She loves to have full control over it.
"What a great idea!" Her voice seems to go higher, causing people around you to glance over, "Of course! Eddie, please do us the honors of picking out the tree this year!" Eddie glances at you with a look of pure concern. You pat his back lightly and lead him towards the front of the party. "Tiffany, you remember Eddie from high school, right?" Your mother asks her.
You remember Tiffany hated your brother and his friends in high school, and now she was being made to be nice to him.
"I do, nice to see you again, Eddie." Tiffany smiles and you can tell its a bit strained. She continues with, "Let me show you some trees they might like, that way you at least know you did something right..." The second part was mumbled under her breath, but you heard it, and so did Eddie based on his expression.
"What was that?" You ask, quite loudly so your mother looks over, interested. "Hmm?" Tiffany looks over at you, "oh nothing, just speaking to myself, haha." She turns around quickly after getting a weird look from your mother, but luckely no further comment was made.
It takes a while of Tiffany showing the metalhead different trees, him getting your mother's input before he finally decides on a wide 7ft tree. The cielings in your house were taller downstairs so your mom told him it was alright. When you got home, the boys help move the tree into the living room, while your mom, Cindy, and you migrated to the kitchen. The first thing you noticed on the island was the Christmas recipe tin from your Granny.
"Are we making anything tonight?" Cindy asks, situating herself on one of the stools as she opens the tin to go thorugh the recipes. You walk up behind her and lean over her shoulder.
“We can, but it will have to make something that will be fine for the next week." Donna replies, washing her hands at the kitchen sink. "Any ideas?" Cindy looks up to you.
"Maybe the Peanut Brittle? Ohh, or the Buckeye Balls!" You snatch the recipe card for the Reese's-like recipe out of the tin the moment you see it.
Your mother giggles, "You did always like that one... How about this, Cindy and I make the Brittle, and you and Eddie make the Buckeye Balls?" your mother suggests. You smile, excited to finally have the best holidy treat just sitting in the fridge, begging to be eaten by none other than yourself.
Eddie comes in with Gareth and your dad, who both walk straight up to their wifes. "Tree is up and ready to be decorated!" Your father sallutes your mother, making her giggle. He kisses her cheek before stepping over to the fridge and pulling out a coke.
"That tree was heavy..." Eddie steps up to you from behind and sits his chin on your shoulder, "Gareth and I both had to hold it straight while your dad bolted it into the stand, but damn."
You nod, leaning your head onto his, "hmm, now think how my dad feels doing that every year while we were kids, and Gareht didn't start helping until he was thirteen." You glance over at your brother who shuffles through the recipe cards.
"Don't look at me like that." Gareth doesn't even look up at you.
“How do you always know?" You ask, which inclines him to turn to you.
"I can feel the burning rays of your eyes staring straight into my head. You've never been a subtle starer."
You smack your hand to your chest, faking insult. "How dare you! I'm an amazing starer!"
Gareth rolls his eyes before looking at Eddie. "This is who you're settling for?"
Oh now you're insulted. "Hey-!"
"Enough!" Your mother gets your attention, making both you and Gareth look over at her, "I'm stopping that before it even begins... God, behave, both of you." 'Behave' was strained, you'd obviously annoyed her with your sibling banter. "Eddie, (y/n), you two make the Buckeyeballs. Gareth, Cindy, would you two make the Peanut Brittle?"
"Of course!" Cindy gives her award winning smile, but your brother just hums in response. "Thank you."
"Wait, what are you and dad gonna go do?" Gareth asks, his teenage self coming through, and you swear you just experienced some deja vu.
“Mom and I are gonna go sit our asses on the cough. You two know the kitchen and where everything is." Your dad answers for your mom.
"Exactly!" She jumps in with a smile, starting to push him towards the living room. "We're old, Gareth! We need a break!"
"You are not old!" Gareth yells as they go through the arch of the kitchen, "And they are gone..."
“Yup" you respond, not even really shocked about your parents ditching you.
“If we were under fifteen I'd say we might be safe to assume a nother sibling before next year, but-"
"Gareth! Ew!" Cindy interrupts.
"Oh please, you’re pregnant, Cin."
You shake your head at your brother's comeback, “I agree it’s gross, I never wanna think about our parent's sex life." Gareth just shruges.
As the four of you look over your recipe cards and begin to pull out the ingredients you need - or rather, you and Gareth get out everything you need - Cindy sets up some Christmas music to play on the stereo in the kitchen corner, while Eddie helps her pick out the first song. It doesn't take long for Jingle Bell Rock to be echoing through the house.
Gareth hogs the stove, heating up his sugar mixture for the Brittle, bickering back and forth with you because he refuses to let you start melting your semi-sweet chocolate chips. Cindy is prepping the pans for you all to use, linning then each with some parchment paper. Eddie is already mixing up the powder sugar, peanut butter, softened butter, and vanila in a large bowl, aproned up - per your request - so he doesnt get dusts of sugar on his new Metalica shirt.
It takes a while, but soon the goodies are done and you are able to finally take a seat.
You and Eddie take refuge on the couch, him laying across first with you laying over him. Gareth takes your dad’s chair, with Cindy sitting just on the arm.
“Well at least we’ve got it done.” Cindy smiles, brushing some of Gareth’s hair out of his face.
“Yeah, still kinda pissed mom and dad didn’t help. Those bitches.” Gareth glares in the direction of the stairs.
Your parents called it a night about two hours ago, coming in the kitchen to say goodnight to you all before shuffling up the stairs giggling like a couple of high schools. It was a little unnerving if you had to be entirely serious with yourself.
“Oh, let them enjoy themselves. They deserve a break after dealing with you for your entire childhood.” Cindy kisses his forehead, earning herself a scoff from your brother but a few well deserved chuckles from you and Eddie.
“I was not the problem child!” Gareth tries to defend himself, glancing over at you. You can’t even defend yourself before Cindy follows up.
“Yes you were.” She smiles at him, glowing under the soft lamp light. “But hey, at least you have your sibling as your child. We’re gonna have a well behaved kid. Poor (y/n) gets you.” She nuzzles into him a bit.
You have to admit, Cindy and your brother were adorable. They perfectly balanced each other, with his annoying antics and her sweet personality.
“Well,” Cindy stands back up after a few more minutes, “I say it’s bed time! Lord knows your mother will come barging into our rooms in the morning.” She does a quick stretch before taking Gareth’s hand, pulling him up from his spot. “Goodnight you two! Go to bed soon.” Cindy calls out, dragging the (in denial) man-child up the stairs.
“Goodnight!” You and Eddie call back, watching as Gareth mumbles annoyances under his breath to his wife, who just giggles and waves him off.
“They’re an interesting pair.” Eddie smiles to himself, his arms gripping a bit tighter around your waist.
“They are. But they’re cute.” You express, leaning your head back on his chest. Eddie hums.
His eyes roam down to you as you lay there over him. Your fingers drum over his, playing with his rings, the metal cold to the touch. He cant help but feel a warmth rise in him at the sight of you, the little bit of chocolate still on the corners of your mouth from licking the spoon from your kitchen adventure.
You abruptly turn around, sitting up and straddling his lap, your knees now placed on the outer sides of his thighs. He feels his heart pick up, suddenly nervous as you face him, a soft smile on your lips.
“We should probably go too-“ you’re cut off when Eddie’s lips press to yours. You gasp, caught off guard by the suddenness. His hands press to your hips, dragging you closer to him. Eddie kisses you deeply, before kissing the corners of your mouth, then down your jaw and neck. You can’t help the soft moan that leaves you.
“Eddie-“ you try but your voice catches in your throat when you feel the bulge of his pants as he tries to press you to him. Heat floods your face, suddenly embarrassed. You press your hands to his shoulders, softly pushing at him, which he relents immediately.
“Sorry, just… got carried away.” Eddie mumbles, a bit breathless from the kisses he was giving. “I was just watching you in there and I kept wanting to- ugh.” Eddie runs one hand through his long hair, pushing the strands back. “I know we’ve agreed that we would wait until you’re ready… I didn’t mean to push… just-“
You cut him off, pressing your lips to his again, earning a soft groan from him that ignites something in you. He gently places his hands back on your waist, respecting the boundaries you had originally placed. You pull away just a bit, both of you with your cheeks flushed.
“Eddie,” you call out to him, his chocolate brown eyes stare deep into you. “I-“ you hesitate, feeling your legs twitch as his thumb rubs circles into your hip, “I’d like to…” you glance away from him, embarrassed to say more, but Eddie understands your words.
He leans forward, placing soft kisses on your temple and cheek before you feel his hot breath on your ear. “How about we head out for a bit?”
You both slowly make your way upstairs to your room, but he takes every opportunity to give you little kisses that stops you in your tracks and makes you giggle. When you both make it into your room, you watch him grab his jacket and pull you close for one last gentle kiss.
“Stay here.” He mumbles to you, a simple order that you can’t stop yourself from obeying. You realize you’d probably do anything he asked of you, as long as he pairs it with a soft kiss and that goofy youthful grin you love so much.
“Ok” is all you get out before you watch him exit your room once again, jacket barely on his shoulders as he leaves. You sit on your bed, feeling a little antsy as you wait, your nerves not letting you relax. Then you hear his van start up as he leaves the driveway.
You know he’ll come back. He has to. Eddie wouldn’t ditch you, he’s literally staying here with you. He wouldn’t do that… right?
You keep glancing at the clock, time ticking by as you wait for him to return. 10 minutes turns to 20, 20 to 40.
As the old clock on your nightstand is about to hit midnight something hits your window. You nearly jump out of your own skin as your head snaps towards it. Then another.
And another.
Pebbles.
Wait- pebbles?
Getting up from your bed, you go to your window, looking out to see the metal head of your dreams standing down below, the moon light reflects on his eyes as he looks up to see you there. You notice the few tiny rocks still cupped in his hand.
Was he throwing rocks at your window?
You open the glass that separates you from the cold air, instantly getting a chill as you lift it and stick your head out.
“Eddie? Why are you throwing rocks at my window?”
“I wanted to do that right.”
“What-?”
“Lady (y/n) of the house of Emerson, will you do me the honor of giving me your company on this cold night?” Eddie smiles at you, all teeth as if he’s proud of himself.
You can’t help but feel the butterflies flutter through your stomach as you remember the first time he did this, taking you to their concert when you were 16. The context was different then, a boy taking his best friend’s little sister to see their band. But this time you are his damsel, without the distress and needing saving. But his, nonetheless.
“I would be honored to accompany you, Lord Edward of house Munson.” You can’t help but giggle, hoping the blush on your cheeks isn’t noticeable to him. But he notices.
You grab your jacket, slipping out of your window just like you did back then, climbing down the cold sturdy vines that line the outside wall of your house.
He catches you just like he did all those years ago, easing you down to the ground. But this time he gives you a small kiss, cupping your face before taking your hand in his and leading you past the yard of your house. To your surprise you realize he parked down the street, as if trying to not gain suspicion from your family.
He leads you to the passenger side, and you can’t help but giggle as he opens the door for you, bowing down with a dramatic “My lady.”
“Thank you,” you hop into the car, buckling up as he shuts the door for you. He scurries his way around the front of the van and into the driver’s seat of the car.
Although he doesn’t play music, the drive is far from quiet. You two giggle and chat back and forth, and you can’t help but feel comfortable. Eddie has always been someone who has tried to make you feel safe around him, and tonight is no exception.
After about a 20 minute drive, Eddie parks the van. Glancing around you don’t recognize the scenery around you.
“Where are we?” You ask him, looking out the window to see the rows of trees that line your sight.
“Lover’s lake. I… I’ve never actually taken anyone here before, believe it or not. But I know it was a big spot when we were in high school.” You can’t help but feel the warm traces of heat rush up to your cheeks, grazing your skin with the ignites of something unknown.
Lover’s Lake?
“You’ve… never brought anyone here?” You ask, a little shocked at the admission. You know Eddie wasn’t… how do you say… everyone’s cup of tea…? But surely he had his share of girlfriends or at least flings in high school.
“No, I mean… I had… experiences in high school, but never brought anyone here. Mostly it was the bathroom stalls at the Hideout after shows.” Eddie mumbles the last part, blabbering to himself. You know by now he never means to, he just can’t help it when he gets nervous.
“I’ve… never had any experiences.” You respond, giving him a shy smile. He matches your smile before gesturing towards the back of the van.
You hesitate before squeezing through the two seats, shoving yourself into the bed of the van. After an abrupt landing, you glance at the arrangement around you. Pillows, blankets, it’s comfy, warm, a stark contrast to the sharp crisp air outside. When you turn back, Eddie is already next to you, fluffy one of the pillows.
“So… um…” you hesitate, nervous for the eventual activities that will happen. “How do we start…”
“Well, we can just kiss for a bit first, and slowly lead into it.” Eddie scoots a little closer to you, his body heat radiating off of him, covering you in a warmth of anticipation.
He leans closer to you, placing his fingers under your chin, tilting you to face him. Eddie’s lips press to yours in a soft kiss that sends butterflies through you. You lean into it, lifting your hand to his cheek. He pulls away just a bit, leaving you a bit breathless.
“You’re really pretty, I hope you know that.” His voice is deeper than usual, huskier almost. It sends a heat to your core that you’ve never felt before.
Leaning forward again, he kisses you once more, shifting his body so he’s more turned towards you. After a few kisses, it becomes more intense. The once soft kisses turn heated and passionate, your hands cling to his clothes, grabbing at his shirt and jacket.
Your hands glide under the leather fabric, pushing it off his shoulders for him. He doesn’t pull away from you, but he shifts his arms back to allow the coat to fall into the floorboards of the van’s backseat. When the restraints of the added weight are gone, Eddie leans more forward, placing his whole palm on the side of your neck, his fingers long enough to reach into your hairline on your nape, his thumb pushing your jaw upwards.
His kisses feel hot and heavy, almost desperate. He pulls away only to leave a kiss on the corner of your lips before trailing down your jaw and neck, the opposite side of his hand.
You take in a deep breath, suddenly aware of how little oxygen you were getting. Your eyes flutter open, glancing at the metal head as he pulls the coat off your shoulders. Your breath hitches when you feel him suck on your neck, a soft moan leaving your lips as your hands grip at his shirt.
“Ed- Eddie-!” You’re trapped, your throat in between his hand and head. You don’t mind it, the feeling of his tongue swiping across your warm skin; the way his free hand grips at your thigh doesn’t go unnoticed either.
After a moment, Eddie pulls back, looking at the masterpiece he has left on your neck, the hickeys slowly turning more red. He leaves a soft kiss on one of the more purple ones, a ping of guilt tugging at him as he does so.
He knows it doesn’t hurt, if anything, he hopes you enjoyed it being left there as much as he did.
Eddie pulls back from you, taking the hem of his shirt in his hands before slipping the cotton fabric over his head. You’ve seen him shirtless a few times by now, mostly before bed or when he gets out of the shower in the mornings after he’s stayed over. But this is different. It feels more intimate.
“Oh…” the sound leaves you before you can realize. You see the little grin that tugs at his lips.
“Oh?” Eddie sits back into some of the pillows, leaning his head against the wall of the van. “Like what you see, Sweetheart?”
You don’t know what came over you. A simple surge of confidence, maybe?
You crawl over to him, climbing into his lap. You watch those warm brown eyes widen a bit, taken aback by your sudden forwardness. But he’s eating it up nonetheless. He’s got you right where he wants you and he intends to make this night perfect for you.
“I love what I see,” you bat your eyelashes at him as your hands move up to the top button of your flannel, unbuttoning it slowly as you make eye contact with Eddie.
“Do you like what you see?” You ask as you do a few more buttons, revealing a light pink lacy bra. Eddie’s eyes dart to it, desperate to see what’s underneath but he’s going to wait until you’re ready.
“Love,” he says, the word slow, like it has more meaning than it should. “But I think you’d look good in nothing at all.”
Together, you unbutton your shirt until it’s open, only your bra on display as Eddie pushes it off your shoulders and it falls behind you.
Eddie gently lies you down on the bed of the van and slowly unhooks your bra as he does so, tossing it to the side as a dramatic leaves his mouth.
“I think you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he says as he goes to unbutton your jeans, pulling them down slowly but with force. Once they’re off, he spreads your legs wide, noticing that there’s a wet patch on your underwear and feels himself getting even more hard as he sees how wet he’s gotten you.
He lowers his head down to your cunt and your eyebrows furrow as you try to figure out what he’s doing. He grabs onto the waistband of your panties with his teeth and pulls down slowly, and once they’re off, he pockets them and he spreads your legs even wider, seeing that you’re so wet that your slick has run down your legs.
“W-what are you doing?” You ask, leaning up to see exactly where he’s going.
“Do you trust me?” He asks, his brown eyes going all soft.
“Of course I do,” you nod and he grins wide.
“Then lie back and enjoy the ride, princess,” he winks then moves his face towards one of your thighs, placing his tongue on it and swiping up, wanting to get every last bit of your slick.
He then moves on to the other one, quicker this time as he’s eager to get on with the main event. He places your legs on his shoulders then dives in shamelessly, the only thing on his mind being your pussy and how delicious he knows it is.
His tongue flattens against your slit and he moves it up and down as your hands move to his hair, a sound you’ve never made before escaping your mouth.
It’s a mixture between a moan and a whine and Eddie continues as he likes what he’s hearing. He’s not being precise, the whole thing sloppy as he wants to taste every inch of your cunt, wanting every part of it underneath his tongue.
He doesn’t remember the last time he’s done this as he’s forgotten just how much he enjoys doing it. With you, it’s different. He’s never done anything like this with a virgin, and goddamn is he going to make it memorable for the both of you.
“E-Eddie, oh my god,” you moan loudly, giving Eddie’s hair a yank as you do. This is unlike anything you’ve ever felt before and now you’re addicted, wondering just how long you can last.
He pushes his tongue inside you and you tense, the sensation is so foreign, but you like it, love it even as he pushes his tongue inside and out of you swirling it around.
His tongue hits just the right spot and you’re moaning again, this time, your back arching as you do, grabbing onto his hair for dear life.
Your thighs press against the sides of his head as you reach your orgasm, the prettiest moans Eddie’s ever heard falling from your lips. Just when you think it’s over, Eddie pushes your legs back open, going in for seconds, wanting another taste of you as his tongue moves faster, trying to get you to that high again.
He removes his tongue and their replaced with his fingers, pumping them a little slower as his mouth goes for your clit, his tongue doing most of the work as he licks and sucks, taking his time with it.
“Eddie, fuck,” you whine and he goes in with his teeth, biting down with just enough pressure to get you to make that pretty sound again. “Yeah, just like that,” you tell him and he does it again, harder this time as his fingers move just a little faster, just enough to overstimulate you.
Another orgasm courses through you, but Eddie’s not quite finished. He just needs one more taste and he’ll be good. He swirls his tongue around your clit one more them then removes his fingers, leaning up to make eye contact with you as he puts his fingers into his mouth, giving them a suck before removing them with a loud pop.
Once you’ve come down, Eddie leans over you, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips then leans back as you whine for more.
“Sorry, did you need something?” He asks, his tone nothing but teasing. “I just gave you your first and second orgasm and now you’re whining for kisses? I really have created a monster.”
“Eddie, please,” you beg with a roll of your eyes.
“Let’s not get greedy now, baby. Or else I might have to punish you.”
“Punish me, how?” You ask, genuinely curious, wanting to know what he’s referring to, wondering if he’ll give an example.
“I’ll show you next time,” he says as he goes to unbutton his own pants and as soon as they’re off, you see the outline of his cock through his underwear. He takes them off slowly and you’re unsure what to make of it. Sure, you had maybe seen one in a movie or two, but never in real life and never this close.
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his wallet, removing a condom from it and he tosses his wallet behind him, the whole thing completely abandoned for the beautiful woman in front of him.
He removes his underwear and removes the condom from the packet before rolling it on. He then takes no time to spread your legs again, slowly inserting himself, little by little so you can get used to the feeling. He doesn’t want to overwhelm you, especially not for your first time.
He watches you wince as he moves inside, understanding that this is something that you’ve never done and he’ll go as slow as he needs to. As long as you’re comfortable, he’s happy.
“Is this okay?” He asks, looking down at you, then where you’re connected, seeing that he’s only put so little of himself inside.
“It’s good,” you nod. “It’s good. You can do a little more.”
He does as you say then begins to pump, the slowest and most gentle he’s ever done, watching your face the whole time to make sure that you’re okay. You’re moaning already so he takes that as a good sign.
He picks up the pace ever so slightly and you’re eating it up, moaning and whining as you grab onto his back, burying your face into his neck because you can’t handle him looking at you so intently anymore.
“You’re doing so good, angel,” he says his thrusts pick up just a little more. “Make some more of those pretty sounds for me, hm?” He asks as his arms moved underneath you, pulling your chest to his. He just wants to hold you while you share this intimate moment.
He’s enjoying it, but a part of him wants to fuck you until you can’t walk the next morning. He knows you can take it all and he wants to try and see how much will fit as he fucks you so hard that the van will shake.
But he can’t. He won’t, because this is your first time and he wants to make it special for you. He didn’t get that for his so it’s even more important that makes this something you remember fondly for the rest of your life.
He picks up the pace just a little more and he can tell you’re almost there, just one more push and-
“I love you,” is what comes out of your mouth and everything freezes. You both pause, unsure what the next move is and now you’re panicking that you’ve done something wrong as he stares down at you, his mouth wide open in shock.
Without a word, he’s pounding into you with so much force that you feel your brain turn to mush. You’re goo in his arms and all you can do is clench around him, wondering where this Eddie has been the entire night.
You’d never tell him, but this was what you had been wanting from the very beginning. It was sweet that he was trying to be accommodating, but you know Eddie well enough that he’s never been the kind of guy to “make love”. The kind that’s sweet and gentle, filled with murmurs of sweet nothings and soft touches.
“Fuck, yes, just like that,” you say again and Eddie’s going even harder now, making your back arch.
Without a warning, Eddie’s hand wraps around your neck squeezing tightly and you can slowly feel yourself being unable to breathe. He’s unsure at first if you like it, but feeling your cunt clench around his cock, he’s sure.
He holds you there, wishing so badly he had a camera to capture this moment, something just for him to look at when he needed a little encouragement.
Just when he thinks you’re going to pass out, he lets up, his hand favoring your thigh as he knows he can squeeze it as much as he wants and he not so secretly, desperately wants to leaves marks all over your body. And he intends to.
His fingers dig into your thigh as he sees you reaching another high, spreading your legs even wider so he can get all of himself in for one last thrust. He watches you as the last few inches are in, your bodies now fully connected, and now he just wants to see how long you can hold out as you’re riding your orgasm.
“Fuck fuck fuck,” you moan as your nails scratch down his back, already feeling fucked out, but you can’t give up now, not when it’s gotten so good.
You’re almost drunk when Eddie pulls out and lets you come down from your orgasm as his lips press to your collarbone, nothing but gentle kisses all along it, light nibbles before he’s leaving straight up hickeys wherever he can, wanting to mark up your body so you know exactly who it belongs to. Even though he’s pretty sure you already know.
Once he’s done, he lies back on the floor of the van, pulling you with him as he covers the two of you up with a random blanket he had lying back there.
his hands run through your hair as he hums a song you’re not familiar with, the only thing on your mind now is that you told him that you loved him, during sex. You feel so embarrassed that you don’t think you can look him in the eye again. Especially not after he didn’t say it back.
“You-“ you try to say, but cut yourself off. “You never responded.”
“To what?” He asks, his voice soft as he tries his best to look down at you, his hand still combing through your hair.
“To me telling you that you love me.” You sit up, now looking at him, your cheeks burning with embarrassment. “Oh god, you don’t love me do you? Just say it, I can handle it.” But as you’re speaking, you cover your face with your hands, not wanting to see how he’s looking at you.
“Hey,” he says softly, as if he’s speaking to a spooked animal. “Hey,” this time a little more rough as he pulls your hand away from your face. “I love you,” he says, looking you dead in the eyes as he presses a kiss to your wrist. “I love you,” he repeats, going for your other wrist.
He then takes your face in his hands and presses his lips to yours in a passionate kiss, pouring every single bit of love for you he has into it.
“I love you,” he murmurs against your lips before pulling you to his chest, holding you there so you can hear his heart, the thing that only beats for you.
The sun is already up when you get back to your house, both you and Eddie gliggle amongst yourselves as you enter the front door. Eddie presses a kiss to your kiss bitten lips, getting a little handsy as they slide up your shirt. Just as he goes to unhook your bra once again, a lamp flicks on and the two of you jump away from each other, Eddie accidentally biting your bottom lip in the process. Eddie's cheeks go pink and you press your fingers to your bottom lip as you turn to see your mother sitting in her favorite chair, a knowing smirk playing on her lips.
She's dressed in her robe, her legs crossed with a book in her lap. It's not uncommon for her to be up early in the morning, but something is off about this time. It's almost as if she was waiting up for you. And the way she crosses her arms over her chest, it's obvious that she was. You don't know why you're embarrassed now at the state of both of you and Eddie. Your clothes are all rumpled and Eddie's hair is an absolute mess, lipstick smeared across his neck, accompanied by a very prominent hickey.
"What were you two doing out all night?" She asks and her tone is nothing but teasing. The three of you know exactly where you were and what you were up to and it almost seems like she's trying to embarrass you in front of Eddie.
"We were out." You're being vague because this isn't exactly something you want to talk to your mother about, especially not in front of your boyfriend who already looks embarrassed even though he'd never admit that he was. You just wish she'd drop it and let you go upstairs.
"You don't have to hide what the two of you were up to. You're adults now and you shouldn't feel like you need to sneak around me. I would have just been nice to know where you were." You're fully expecting a lecture about letting her know when you leave the house, but she suprises you when she says, "Now go get into your pajamas before the others come down," she nods towards the direction of the stairs. “We're doing presents soon and our special guest will be here any minute."
You and Eddie make a beeline for the stairs and head to your shared room. Everything is silent between you as Eddie closes the door, the two of you finally alone again. You're both getting into your matching pajamas that your mother had bought for everyone and you can't help but smile at him as he's completely oblivious to you staring at him.
You never thought you'd be here with him like this. You fully expected to spend the rest of your life dreading any and all holidays you had to spend with the Munsons' because then you'd have to see Eddie's husband or wife and be nothing but jealous the whole time. You honestly never thought that your feelings for him would be reciprocated. But here you are now, more in love than ever and the two of you were very much looking forward to the future.
You head twards the door but Eddie stops you, resting his hand on your shoulder as he gently turns you around to face him. You look up into those honey brown eyes and they're nothing but soft as he hands you a black velvet box with his free hand.
"Merry Christmas, sweetheart," he says as he squeezes your shoulder and you sit on the bed to open the box.
He's smiling now, so excited for you to see what's inside. He's honestly glad you're not looking at him because he’s grinning like an idiot as he watches you open the box, a gasp escaping your mouth as you do so. You remove the necklace from the box, your initals sitting pretty together on the chain as you hold it up to the light.
"Eddie," you say. "It's beautiful. I love it. Help me put it on?" You hand it to him and move your hair out of the way. Eddie lowers the chain onto your neck and attatches the end to the clasp before pressing a kiss to your neck. You let your hair down then turn to Eddie to show him what it looks like on.
"What do you think?" You ask and just by looking at him, that soft, loving look in his eyes, you already know what he's going to know what he's going to say.
"You look beautiful, baby," he gestures for you to come closer. You lean in and your lips find each other, a brief kiss before you pull away, reaching into your bag for your gift for Eddie. The two of you seem to have thought alike because you're handing him a velvet ring box.
Your heart beats rapidly in your chest as he opens up the box, that stupid smirk on his lips as he takes the ring out of the box. It looks like a wedding band and it has the date of his concert where you had ran into him again engraved on the inside. His silence is making you nervous and now you're beginning to second guess yourself.
Eddie's not silent because he doesn't like your gift, he's silent because this is easily the best gift he's ever recieved. All of his past relationships have been nothing but shit and he thinks you're it for him. It warms his heart knowing that you feel the same.
"Is this a promise ring?" He asks as he puts the ring on the correct finger. He already knows the answer, but he wants to hear you say it. You could propose to him right now and he'd say yes. That's how far gone he is for you. He loves you with everything that he is and wants to do exactly that until he takes his last breath.
"Yes," you nod. "I love you, Eddie, and I know we're not ready to take that step yet, so this is just a placeholder. So all of those women you meet on tour know that you're mine."
"You're always jealous, aren't you?" He laughs. "I'm yours and will continue to be yours as long as you'll have me."
With that, Eddie kisses you one more time then leads you down the stairs where everyone else is already gathered with the added company of Wayne who just so happened to be the special guest your mother had invited. His eyes lock on yours and he stands from the couch where he was sitting next with Gareth and Cindy. He pulls you into a tight hug, giving your back a few pats before pulling away to ruffle Eddie's hair.
Wayne has been not so secretly rooting for the two ever since the two of you crossed paths again. You are nothing but a great addition to their family and Wayne is always quick to tell you so, always thanking you for taking care of his boy. Seeing the way his nephew's face lights up when he talks to or about you, he can't help but feel his heart swell as that's what he's always wanted for him.
Ever since Gareth and Eddie became friends, Eddie was always welcome into the Emerson household and that invitaion was extended to Wayne as well. You fondly remember having dinner with the two of them as guests, everyone joking and laughing at the dining room table. You'd look at the two of them as they sat side by side, deciding that it was no wonder how Eddie was such a sweet guy when you looked at who raised him.
"Alright," your mother claps her hands together to get everyone's attention. "Now that we're all here, why don't we-" her words were cut off by Cindy letting out a groan and as soon as she stood up from the couch, all you see was her leaving a trail of water behind her as Gareth rushes her to the door.
You all hurry out the door to your separate cars to head to the hospital where your niece is about to be born. Thinking about your brother being a dad now fills you with joy, epsspecially with how much he's grown up over the years. There's still a bit of the Gareth you grew up with in there, but for the most part, he behaves differently than he previously had.
You've all grown up, you, Eddie, and Gareth, and you did it together. Well, more like Eddie and Gareth grew up together while you tried to insert yourself into their little club because of your giant crush on Eddie. But now you're apart of it, you, Eddie, Gareth, Cindy, and now the little one who was about to be born.
Thinking about your niece got you thinking about what it would be like to have a baby with Eddie. Maybe one day that dream will be a reality, but until then, you’re going to take this relationship one step at a time. You want to enjoy every second with him.
Right after getting better from having COVID, I had finals to finish up for my classes, now I’m on break and I got busy with shopping and shit. Now I’m sick AGAIN and Christmas is around the corner and my Emerson!reader fic still has a chunk to be written.
Threesome with Big Dick! Billy, Steve and reader. Begging for cock, reader being called a slut whore etc. I’m a real sucker for these stories
I’m gonna deny this request, only because I don’t think it would happen 😅 like Billy would NOT have a threesome with another guy and reader. A girl and reader, yes, but a guy and reader no. He’s a very selfish partner, not caring about your pleasure, only for himself.
This fandom has become nothing but people stealing other writers stuff. Your fic is not original at all
Can I ask which fic you are referring to? I try to be original with my fics unless it’s a request asking for something very specific, but sometimes it’s possible I might write something that’s maybe a little like someone else’s work as there are only so many ideas floating around.
I work really hard on my fics and I’m actually very insulted that you would come on here and accuse me of stealing someone else’s work, especially when you didn’t even specify even give any proof as to what I’ve allegedly stolen. I also don’t even remember the last time I read anything on here so I have no idea what I could have stolen from? And if you’re gonna accuse someone, and have the balls to do it off anon.
This is how comments like that make me feel. Like say that with your chest, coward 😤
I’m first and foremost a bitch, don’t ever get that mixed up. When I care about you I can be the sweetest person you’ll ever know, but DAMN cyber bullying pisses me off, cause of course this person is anonymous. 🙄
If you’re gonna say some shit like that, show evidence and say it with your user. Because DISRESPECTFULLY, I watch her write every day for you people and Mare does NOT deserve this kinda of shit. I have access to half of her fics she writes for me to proofread, I physically watch her type every minute of every day for this app. I can vouch that everything she writes is her own words (unless they are mine because we help each other and bounce ideas a LOT lol).
Hello my fellow Hobbits (or Dwarves, Elves, Humans, wizards, or Orcs if you so desire)!
Apologies for not posting the past few weeks, classes for my college has picked up, and now I’m sick 😃
I was working on a lyric fic and have been picking away at it throughout the week, but now that I’m sick shits gonna get slow. I’ll try to post if I feel up to it, but I also still have a lot of school stuff going on that I need to work on when I can.
Fall is my favorite season but also the season of sickness, so try to stay healthy everyone!!
hii i’m such a fan of your work would you please do a proffesor eddie x reader smut? but eddie is a teacher that teaches 1 grade higher than the grade reader is learning in thank you !! (+aftercare please 😽💗 )
Hi, lovely! Thank you so much!
cw: MDNI (18+) oral (both f and m receiving), fingering, anal, age gap (Eddie is 35 and reader is 20) student/teacher dynamic
You stand outside Professor Munson’s office as you wait for him to answer the door. This isn't your first tutoring session with him but you're more than excited to see him. Maybe it's because you find him attractive, but it's mostly because ever since that one very vivid dream you had about him bending you over his desk, you haven't been able to think straight.
You were really looking forward to his class in the beginning because you had always admired him as a professor. He had been so highly praised throughout the university and you had actually been a huge fan of all the articles he'd written and you were even embarrassed to admit that you had a signed copy of his book in your desk drawer.
Professor Munson's class, English Literature of the 20th century, was usually for juniors and seniors who needed a little kick or maybe some extra credit, but you had convinced your advisor to help you get into his summer class to give you an extra boost, and somehow, it had worked. But you had been struggling to keep up, the work load piling up on you.
So you weren't surprised when the professor himself offered to tutor you on the weekends, and because you were eager to get your grade up and spend a few extra hours every week with him, you agreed. It was a win-win in your eyes.
You unbutton the top three buttons of your cardigan as you wait, making sure that your cleavage is fully visible before pulling your lip gloss and compact mirror from your backpack, quickly applying an extra layer so they're prepped if you ended up doing things other than studying.
You toss your things into your bag as the door opens and you put on a grin as you take the man in. His outfits are always so casual and you like that about him. He's always dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. Sometimes his leather jacket will make an appearance, but you know that's only when he rides his motorcycle. Seeing the thing draped over the back of his chair told you that he had ridden it this morning.
You try not to stare for too long as you enter the office, him closing the door behind you as you sit in the chair across from his desk, pulling your things out of your backpack that you've set on the floor in front of you.
This isn't how it's supposed to go. If you had it your way, you would have been sat on the desk with him between your legs as he kisses you stupid, the grown out stubble of his beard scraping against your chin as he licked into your mouth-
"Y/n?" He asks, pulling you out of your dirty fantasy and you shake your head, looking up to see that he's right in front of you. "Are you alright?" He asks as his hand hesitantly rests on your shoulder, his warm, brown eyes boring into yours.
Eddie's worried about you, trying to come off like a concerned teacher, but if he's being honest, he's attracted to you. He knows he shouldn't be, but he can't help but think about how pretty you are.
You're his student and he knows that he could get fired if it was found out that anything happened between the two of you, but goddamn does he want to lay you over his desk and have his way with you.
"I'm fine, Mr.-I mean, Eddie," you correct yourself as you remember that he likes his students to call him by his first name. And to you, it just seems right. God, what you would give to moan his name over and over as his fat cock pounded into you.
"Are you sure?" He asks as his hand slowly reaches up and caresses your jaw, rubbing his thumb along it back and forth. You hum as you lean into his touch, eyes fluttering closed as you wonder what his fingers would feel like between your legs. That is why you wore skirt, isn’t it?
But then you realize what you’re doing and your eyes open wide, sitting up straighter in the chair. Trying your best to wipe your dirty thoughts from your mind even though you’re already wet beyond believe and it’s getting harder to hide.
So you cross your legs and Eddie backs off, leaning against the desk to create some distance between the two of you. You have no idea that his mind is all spinning with the most filthy thoughts that are making him dizzy.
He moves to sit behind his desk just so you won’t see the bulge in his pants as his thoughts get even worse as time progresses. And when you get up out of your chair and bend over to grab your books from your backpack, he gets a great view of your panties, thinking about how much he wants to smack your ass while he bends you over the desk, telling you what a good little whore you are as he fucks you from behind, deep and hard, hearing your cries from where your face is pinned to the desk.
He's never felt this way about any of his students, but there's something about you that's different. Mostly because you're so forward about your attraction to him. You have your cleavage on full display for god's sake. That had to mean something.
And seeing your glossed lips smiling at him as you sit back in his chair makes him so glad you can't see his crotch. He can see you crawling under his desk, unzipping his pants and pulling them down along with his underwear his belt clinking as it hits the toe of his boots. He can practically feel your pretty lips wrapping around his cock as you take him into his mouth, looking down and seeing your cheeks hallow as you suck him off, giving him the best head of his life right there in his office.
Eddie has to hold back from moaning right there as his fantasy plays out so vividly in his head. He knows it’s wrong because you’re his student, but he can’t help it. You’re beautiful and smart and kind and he wants you more than he can comprehend.
You can feel his gaze on you as you scribble something in your notebook as you wait for him to begin the session and look up at him through your lashes, seeing how he's looking at you like he wants to swallow you whole and you're more than willing to tell him that he do whatever he wants to you.
His eyes are dark and yours are filling with lust. There's no way either you can focus on the session until you get your urges out of your systems and you're perfectly fine with that, what you both had been there for initially no longer on your mind.
Before you can stop yourselves, you're out of your chairs, rounding the desk into you meet on the side. Eddie makes the first move, pulling you into his arms as he presses his lips to yours with so much force, his nose digging into your cheek as he breathes heavily.
Your lips moves together in sync as you grab fistfuls of his shirt, his hands traveling down your body and up your skirt, giving your ass a squeeze, causing you gasp into his mouth. He takes your mouth opening as an invitation to slide his tongue into your mouth as he turns you around, lifting you up to sit on the edge of desk.
You spread your legs and he stands between them as he kisses his way down your neck, one of his hands pinned to the desk while his other one slides into your underwear, moving back and forth along your slit.
“Fuck,” he whines. “If I had known you were this wet I would have done this a long time ago.” He begins to suck on your neck as his fingers find his way into your cunt pumping in and out and all that can be heard in his quiet office are the noises coming from your mouth and the squelching of your sopping wet pussy as his fingers fuck you.
“Oh my god,” you moan, your palms pressing against the desk, slowly sliding backwards, pushing the objects that are in their way backwards, falling off the edge, but neither of you seem to care.
Eddie’s soft lips suck on your neck as fingers work your pussy, pulling moan after moan from you, your eyes shutting tight as you let him scandalize you, sucking in a breath as his teeth glide along your skin, his fingers curving as you clench around them, already reaching your orgasm. Eddie pulls away just in time to see you scream his name and he’s getting even more hard at the sound of it, the whole thing sounding even better than he had imagined.
“That’s right,” he says, his voice raspy. “Just like that, pretty girl. Look so pretty when you come for me.”
His fingers continue to pump in and out, in and out as he tries to get you to come again. Your eyes are rolling into the back of your head and he’s feeling cocky that he can make you feel so much just from his fingers.
You come one more time and he removes his fingers out of you as he lets you come down from your orgasm, liking all of the traces of your slick, moaning at how absolutely delicious you taste, closing his eyes as he savors the flavor of you.
His eyes open once he’s done and he sees you now laying on his desk, splayed out for him like an all you can eat buffet and he’s starving. Before he can stop himself, he’s on his knees, pulling you forward so his head is underneath your skirt. His teeth find the waistband of your panties and he pulls them down to your thighs before finishing the job with his hand.
He then balls them in his fist before he rises to his feet. You watch him lean over you, bringing his hand up to your chin, pushing your mouth open.
“Open wide,” he says, his voice nothing but authoritative and you can’t help but feel more wet as he tells you what to do in a non classroom setting.
You open your mouth and watch him stuff it with you underwear, pushing it so far inside that you’re gagging on it already.
“That’s a good girl,” he coos. “Gotta keep that pretty mouth shut, hm? Jesus, hon, you’re already drooling,” he wipes the spit away from your chin with the pad of his thumb.
His lips move down to your neck again, migrating towards your chest as his finger pulling at your cardigan, another gasp falling from your lips as it's ripped open, multiple buttons flying across the room.
"Hope you didn't have too much attachment to that," he says as his lips ghost over the top of one of your tits.
You shake your head even though he can't see you, his head moving lower as he licks and suck on on your bare skin, your hands gripping onto each side of the desk for dear life.
He kisses the spot between your belly button and the waist band of your skirt before unzipping the side, sliding it down your legs until it falls to the floor, spreading your legs to get a good look at your cunt.
"God, so needy for me, hm?" He chuckles as he gets down on his knees once again. "You're dripping, but don't worry, daddy's gonna clean you up."
You nod eagerly, wanting, needing his face between your thighs. It's only right that he cleans up the mess he's created. Your legs are draped over his shoulder and he dives in, notice how you twitch when his nose brushes your cunt.
His mouth is on your clit in an instant suckling on it like he's getting paid to do so, his tongue moving back and forth slowly as your hands thread through his hair, giving it a yank as your muffled moans fill the room.
"That's right," he pulls away from you just enough to where you can hear him speak. "Moan like the little whore I know you are." And then his face is back into your cunt, his mouth on your slit, all teeth and tongue and lips as his teeth slide along the skin harshly, his fingers digging into your thighs that are tightening around his head as you moan again and again, your heels digging into his back as yours arches off of the desk, pulling onto his hair with so much force that it flies back, his mouth no longer on you.
"Take is easy. hon," he chuckles, removing your hands from his hair before he's at it again. They grasp onto the desk, your nails digging into the wood, surely making claw marks, but you're sure that he doesn't care, definitely wanting to have a physical reminder to remind him of what's happening when you leave.
His pushing his tongue inside you and it fucks your cunt hard and fast, an orgasm rolling through you as he does so, the loudest moan you can muster with your panties in your mouth flies out of it and Eddie keeps it up, picking up his pace as his tongue reaches just the right spot as you're practically crying.
And that's when he removes himself from you, rising from his feet, letting you come down from your high as pulls your underwear from your mouth and tosses it to the side, watching your reaction as he unbuckles his belt, the only sound that can be heard is it hitting the floor as he removes his jeans and underwear, his massive cock coming into view, the thing already leaking with cum.
"Tun over," he commands and you do so, hopping off the desk then leaning over the front of it, wiggling your bare ass in a teasing manner. Eddie is behind you in a flash, pressing his hard cock against your ass before rubbing his cum over it to lube it up. He then pushes down onto the desk, pressing your face into it, making sure your face stays there before he pounds into you, you moans sounding heavenly as you respond to his every move.
Your hands are gripping the edge of the desk again as his fingers are digging into your hips so roughly as he fucks into from behind you, fitting as much of his cock as you can take as you beg and beg for more. The whole thing is filthy. It's absolutely delicious.
"That's it. Just like that. Take me like the whore I know you are." He sinks further inside and you clench around him, your eyes watering as he does so, but there's not way you're making him stop.
"Daddy please," you whine as his hand collides with one of your ass cheeks as soon as there's a knock on the door.
Eddie pulls out of you in record speed and pulls up his pants before handing you your skirt that you're quick to put on, followed by your cardigan as Eddie's pushing you towards his side of the desk where you crawl under as Eddie pulls up his pants and underwear, not bother to buckle his belt as he sits in his chair, pushing it under the desk as he tells whoever is on the other side that they can come in and smiles once he sees that it's Chelsea, one of his seniors.
She's holding the test the class had just taken the day before and he's assuming that she needs help with it. He's usually very eager to help, but not right now, not when you're unzipping his pants, pulling his cock out of them.
He wants to tell you to stop, but he can't. His need for you to suck him off outweighs his thoughts of how inappropriate it is in general, let alone with another student there.
"What is it that I can do for you, Chelsea?" He asks, trying to keep is voice even as he can as you take him into your mouth.
"Well," the girl replies. "I didn't do very well on the test and I was wondering if there was any way I could fix it." The look on her face is very flirty and her tone is seductive and normally, Eddie would clock it and send her on her way, but he's a little...distracted.
"Sure," he replies, his voice getting squeaky as you give his cock a rough suck, quickly clearing his throat, trying to play off that he's got something stuck in it, even going as far as coughing into his fist to try be convincing. "Let's see," he says as he takes the test from her, setting it down on his desk, twitching as your sucks get more rough, your tongue putting in the work as it swirls around the head.
"I was also wondering if you would be able to do some private sessions with me?" She asks, twirling a lock of her hair around her finger and that's when Eddie catches on.
Eddie's fist slams down on the desk as he's getting close and Chelsea jumps at the sudden aggression coming from her professor.
"Miss Richards," he says, his voice a little too harsh, but he can't back out now. He's gotta full send it now. "I don't know what kind of professor you think I am, but I am certainly not the kind that sleeps with his students."
"But-"
"No," he shakes his head, his eyes squeezing tightly closed as he's trying so hard not to come. "Now out!" he yells as he points to the door and Chelsea takes her test and hurries to the door but not before she trips over something in her path.
She looks down and sure enough, she's standing on what looks a pair of underwear. And suddenly, everything clicks in her brain as she flees the office, especially when she hears his loud moans coming from the other side of the door after she's closed it. Oh, she's so spreading around that Professor Munson definitely fucks his students.
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