Thinking of a slighty pervy!reader who purposefully torments best friend!Eddie. He's pretty clueless about that sort of thing, so it takes a while for him to figure out what's going onā¦(18+ mdni, oral f!rec)
When the two of you hang out together, youāre always playing with his hair and teasing him with little fleeting touches everywhereāyou just can't seem to keep your hands to yourself!
Watching a movie in his bedroom? It doesnāt take long before youāre bored and trying to distract him, tickling his sides then crawling into his lap and squirming overtop of him until he's a desperate, throbbing mess.
When he calls to say heās stopping by your place on his way home from work? Surely itās just a coincidence that youāre always fresh out of the shower when he arrives, wearing only a towel and asking him to rub lotion on your back because your hands canāt reach that far.
You knowā¦normal friendly stuff.
And the whole time he goes along with it all, trying to shove down his guilt for being attracted to his sweet and unsuspecting best friend. He feels like a terrible person, filled with shame and self-loathing every time he touches himself while thinking about you (which happens a lot).
Things continue on like that until one night when you give him a lingering kiss goodbye, and as your sweet lips press against his, it finally dawns on himāis it possible something else is going on?
He's never been close with any other girls, so maybe heās reading too much into things? Maybe itās just wishful thinking on his part and you act like that with all of your friends? But at the same time, heās been around you and some of your girlfriends on occasion, and heās pretty sure you donāt give each other back rubs in your underwear.
Something just isnāt adding up.
Confused and conflicted, it all gets to be too much, so he vows to go cold turkeyāno more time alone with you until he can figure things out and get his head on straight.
No more late night movies in his bed. No more tickling or massages or lotion applications. Heās going to avoid any and all situations where things with you might cross the line.
And to your dismay, his plan works. A little too well. He hardly ever comes around to see you anymore and you miss him. The loneliness is almost too much to bear.
So one day you call him up in desperate need of his assistance, hoping heāll be willing to help you. Heās always said he would do anything for you.
āAs long as you donāt mind?ā you purr into the phone while he grips onto his kitchen counter for strength. āAll of my other friends are busy and, I mean, youāre practically one of the girls.ā
And Eddieās no fool. He knows itās a bad idea to agree to your proposal. Being alone with you in that way soundsā¦dangerous. But at the same time, you need his help. Youāre practically begging and he doesnāt want to let you down.
When he gets to your place a short while later, the lights are low and you answer the door in a silky robe that doesnāt leave much to his imagination.
āThanks for getting here so fast, Eddie.ā You smile. āYouāre such a good friend, and I could really use your help.ā
And he helps youādown on his knees with your soft thighs pressed on each side of his messy head, those trashy little panties pulled aside to let his thick tongue curl and dive through your dripping cunt.
With his plush lips wrapped around your needy clit, he finally hears you sigh his name out loud, the way he always imagined it would sound in his dreams. And when your legs start to shake and you cum for the first time on his tongue in a flood of sticky sweetness? It isnāt quite enough. He still comes back for more.
After all, whatās a best friend for?
š¶ maybe iām delusional and the way you act is usual š¶
hiā¦just emptying the drafts of some drabbles + imagines š¤ sometimes i write these as little mini fics with a plan to flesh them out later as a full fic with dialogue and detail. there is a longer version of this in progress but iāll probably never finish it ;)
a kiss dropped on your shoulder from behind, a kiss pressed against your cheek from behind, a kiss pressed against your temple from behind, a kiss pressed against your hair from behind, a kissā
Thinking of a slighty pervy!reader who purposefully torments best friend!Eddie. He's pretty clueless about that sort of thing, so it takes a while for him to figure out what's going onā¦(18+ mdni, oral f!rec)
When the two of you hang out together, youāre always playing with his hair and teasing him with little fleeting touches everywhereāyou just can't seem to keep your hands to yourself!
Watching a movie in his bedroom? It doesnāt take long before youāre bored and trying to distract him, tickling his sides then crawling into his lap and squirming overtop of him until he's a desperate, throbbing mess.
When he calls to say heās stopping by your place on his way home from work? Surely itās just a coincidence that youāre always fresh out of the shower when he arrives, wearing only a towel and asking him to rub lotion on your back because your hands canāt reach that far.
You knowā¦normal friendly stuff.
And the whole time he goes along with it all, trying to shove down his guilt for being attracted to his sweet and unsuspecting best friend. He feels like a terrible person, filled with shame and self-loathing every time he touches himself while thinking about you (which happens a lot).
Things continue on like that until one night when you give him a lingering kiss goodbye, and as your sweet lips press against his, it finally dawns on himāis it possible something else is going on?
He's never been close with any other girls, so maybe heās reading too much into things? Maybe itās just wishful thinking on his part and you act like that with all of your friends? But at the same time, heās been around you and some of your girlfriends on occasion, and heās pretty sure you donāt give each other back rubs in your underwear.
Something just isnāt adding up.
Confused and conflicted, it all gets to be too much, so he vows to go cold turkeyāno more time alone with you until he can figure things out and get his head on straight.
No more late night movies in his bed. No more tickling or massages or lotion applications. Heās going to avoid any and all situations where things with you might cross the line.
And to your dismay, his plan works. A little too well. He hardly ever comes around to see you anymore and you miss him. The loneliness is almost too much to bear.
So one day you call him up in desperate need of his assistance, hoping heāll be willing to help you. Heās always said he would do anything for you.
āAs long as you donāt mind?ā you purr into the phone while he grips onto his kitchen counter for strength. āAll of my other friends are busy and, I mean, youāre practically one of the girls.ā
And Eddieās no fool. He knows itās a bad idea to agree to your proposal. Being alone with you in that way soundsā¦dangerous. But at the same time, you need his help. Youāre practically begging and he doesnāt want to let you down.
When he gets to your place a short while later, the lights are low and you answer the door in a silky robe that doesnāt leave much to his imagination.
āThanks for getting here so fast, Eddie.ā You smile. āYouāre such a good friend, and I could really use your help.ā
And he helps youādown on his knees with your soft thighs pressed on each side of his messy head, those trashy little panties pulled aside to let his thick tongue curl and dive through your dripping cunt.
With his plush lips wrapped around your needy clit, he finally hears you sigh his name out loud, the way he always imagined it would sound in his dreams. And when your legs start to shake and you cum for the first time on his tongue in a flood of sticky sweetness? It isnāt quite enough. He still comes back for more.
After all, whatās a best friend for?
š¶ maybe iām delusional and the way you act is usual š¶
hiā¦just emptying the drafts of some drabbles + imagines š¤ sometimes i write these as little mini fics with a plan to flesh them out later as a full fic with dialogue and detail. there is a longer version of this in progress but iāll probably never finish it ;)
this is a short(-ish), nameless little idea i couldn't get out of my head about eddie trying and failing to fulfill a cnc fantasy for you and the conversation that follows, written from his perspective. 5.5k words.
warnings: EXPLICIT; MINORS DNI, I WILL BLOCK YOU! simulated non-consent. eddie's pushy but not at all violent. still soft, still himself. it's played serious. angsty, hurt/comfort. reader is characterized as shy/reserved when it comes to sex with hinted-at low self-esteem, eddie loves you more than anything and thinks he doesn't need boundaries. happy ending. lmk if y'all think i should tag anything else. dead dove: do not eat!
tagging some people that expressed interest: @stickystrawbunny @lunaiswriting @residentoftomlinsonsass @teddysugar
Eddie was sure he could handle it.Ā
That it'd be easy, even. All it really amounted to was roleplay, after all, and he was nothing if not a veteran of make-believe.
It had started with a request that Eddie be a little rougher. Youāre sort of shy when it comes to speakingāstruggling usually to talk about your activities in the bedroom much more than you ever did participating in themāso he was ecstatic to hear you ask him for anything at all.
It was while laying together in bed after a quick shower that you brought it up. Two rounds apiece had worn you both out, and maybe it was being cradled so close to his heart, the comfort of warm skin pressed together and the dreamy lull of sleep that had relaxed your anxious tongue enough for the words to escape. Eddie, ever gently, eased you back enough to see your face and smiled.
He hummed as he watched you, endeared to the moon and back by the bashful little look on your faceāthe way you can barely meet his eye. ā...How rough are we talkinā here?ā
Heād left a bruise or two on you before by accident, and as much as he felt bad for hurting you, he also couldnāt deny the appeal of knowing heād made a mark on you. Flesh and blood evidence of the pleasure you'd shared; the grooves of his hands embedded beneath your skin. Heād also carefully pulled at your hair once or twice, even smacked your bottom, albeit more as a joke than anything carnal.Ā Ā
It took you a moment, staring at his mouth and his chin while you gathered the courage. āIā¦ Well, I like it when youāreā¦pushy,ā you admitted.Ā
Eddie grinned even wider. āOh yeah? You want me to bully you a little? Toss you around?ā That would be no problem at all.Ā
His knowing intonation made you purse your lips to fight a smile. āYeah, I like that. But alsoā¦ā
ā...Also?ā he prompted with patience. āDonāt hold out on me, sweetheart.ā
āI donāt know.ā You stared down at the sheets with a strained, twitchy little smile. āI just sort of have thisā¦weird fantasy, I guess. Can't get it out of my head.ā
Now youāre talking. He took care not to look too ecstatic, lest he scare the nerve out of you. āTell me all about it,ā he encouraged, āand I might be able to help you out.ā
You hesitated. The sheepish smile fell away, and your eyes seemed to turn in on themselves, unfocusing. Right on the precipice of changing your mind, waving it all away. Something was scaring you inward. Eddieās brow furrowed and he softly lifted your chin, startling you back to the present.
āSweetheart, Iām the last person thatās ever gonna judge you for wanting to try something kinky, orā¦unusual,ā he assured you. Serious but without pressure, smiling warm and fond. You donāt have to tell him anything, but he needs you to know that you can. āIām not gonna look at you differently, or love you any less. Thatās a promise.āĀ Ā
He already felt like the luckiest guy on the planet just holding you as he was, watching you watch him with love and trust and melting reservations in your eyes. If you also happened to possess even half of the freakiness that heād been valiantly keeping at bay from the first time you touched, he might just dissolve into a pile of lovestruck mush.
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Eddie never thought heād have you, so he has a tendency to do anythingāanythingāthat he thinks might help him keep you. Itās a bad habit of his (in your mind, at least) that heās kept hidden almost as well as his less savory appetites, his more cringeworthy fears. Youāve noticed it a couple times. The way he grits his teeth and bears things you wouldāve gladly relieved him of, that youāve never asked of him in the first place. Eddie knows itās stupid; unhealthy, even, to treat your relationship like a rolling audition heās always in danger of bombing, but thereās some misshapen part of him that just canāt help it. You donāt need him to be anything more than he is, to give more than he has, and he knows that, he really does, but he could. If you wanted him to, he could.
Just start and donāt stop. Thatās how you explained it to him, more or less.
Eddie was to do what he was going to do, and while you might squirm and struggle, tell him no and donāt and stop it, you assured him plenty that itād just be for show. To fulfil your half of the little fantasy youāve trusted him withāand he could see on your face how much trust it really took. Unless you use your safeword, you donāt really want him to stop; you want him to ignore it; to fight you right back; to make you.
And thatās simple. Heās the bad guy, the bullyāa role heās uniquely accustomed toāand youāre the poor maiden heās meant to distress. He isnāt sure heāll get as much out of it as you will, if the suppressed thrill in your eyes as you spoke about it is to be trusted, but to put it frankly, Eddie loves fucking you. He could do it for hours, for days, probably until the combined forces of exhaustion and dehydration knocked him out cold, if he lost his grip on restraint. It never really occurred to him that this could be any different.Ā
You decide on a Friday, after dinner. Plenty of time for both play and comfort, no looming alarms to dread come morning. The day went by as usual, but when you sit down to eat, neither of you have much to say. He catches you staring. Again and again, cutting your eyes away in shyness each time. Getting impatient.
For once, you eat faster than him. When youāre done, you stand to put your plate in the sink and return to him with awkward, scattered energy, crossing your arms like itās your first time trying to.Ā
ā...Iām gonna get ready for bed,ā you tell him simply.Ā
Eddie lets out the smirk heās been sitting on. āOkay, baby.ā It does something to you, makes you twitch. He stops you before you rush down the hall to escape. ā...Youāre sure you still wanna do this?ā
Your feet catch awkwardly on the carpet as you turn back to face him, and your smile, unusually wide and giddy with nerves, makes his chest swell with warmth. If it was up to him, heād jump on you right here and now, but probably not in the way youād want him to. āIām really sure.ā
āGreat,ā he says. āThenā¦ Iāll be right behind you.ā
Eddie takes his time. Finishes his food, packs away the leftovers, washes the dishes in the sinkāwouldnāt want them to crust over. There are a few stray food scraps on the floor, close to hidden beneath the cabinet ledge, so he decides to go ahead and sweep the entire kitchen, neglected lately.
Then, he heads for the bathroom. Turning off lights as he goes, Eddie squints through the dark and thinks that this feels correct. This is where he should be, preparing for something like this. He really wants to see you but he isnāt sure heās ready yet, and he wants even more to get it right for you. Heās so happy, so happy that you found it in you to share it with him, knowing how awful it could be in the wrong hands. When youād gone to sleep that night, Eddie stayed awake a while longer and teared up at the thought. No one else, youād said. You never told anyone else but him.Ā
Eddie brushes his teeth, washes his face. He fiddles with his hair, for some reason. As if a wayward strand might ruin the fantasy for you. He considers taking a shower, too, to cool himself off, but he knows both of you will need one afterwards anyway, and you must be getting antsy waiting for him. He pictures you squirming, sighing, grinding your needy thighs together.Ā
And he thinks about your thighs, and the precious flower between them. How it opens up and takes him in, holds him tight and loves him just as much as you do; gushes with it. Your stomach, round and plush, his favorite plane to sink his teeth into. The swell of your chest and the pretty little jewels that dot either side, that tense and stiffen under his fingertips. Every bit as meek and sensitive as the rest of you. He figured itās for the best if heās already there before he gets started, and knowing heāll get to touch you soon, to ravish you just the way you want, it doesnāt take long at all.
Eddie pushes the door in and finds you waiting with purposeful unawareness, your back to him at the far side of the bed. For a moment, he just smiles, and his nose scrunches with endearment. Your shoulder tensed up to your ear at the sound of his arrival, and it stays there as you sit in anticipation. Stepping inside, he closes the door behind him and makes his way towards his side of the bed, pulling the unneeded shirt over his head, tossing it aside.
ā...Baby, you awake?ā He knows you are, but he gives you the chance to pretend anyway. Your answer is a non-committal hum that scrunches his nose a second time.Ā
He kneels onto the bed and crawls nearer, watching your partly-obscured profile. His hand lands on your upper arm and squeezes and you hum againāmore distinctly reluctant this time. He figures thatās the go-ahead.
Eddieās much more heavy-handed than usual in stealing a kiss from you; starting the game. Leaning over you, he takes you by your jaw and turns your head towards him, smashing an indulgent kiss into your lips and drinking in your cute, startled peep.Ā
Only, then, you try to make him stopātugging at his wrist, turning your head away from himāand on instinct he lets you go with a hot prod of anxiety. Did he fuck it up already? Is this not what you wanted?
But when you mumble your timid complaint (āIām not in the mood, Eddieā) and turn away from him again, it clicks into place.Ā
ā¦Right, yeah, thatās how this works. Youāre going to reject him, unambiguously, over and over and over again, and heās supposed to ignore it every time. He knew that on paper, but seeing it in action, experiencing what it feels like to be told no by you and pretend it doesnāt matter, hits him somewhere hard to place.
But itās what you want, so he keeps going. He grabs your shoulder far meaner than the real Eddie ever would and yanks you onto your back, lays himself over you to plant his mouth onto yours again, and when you whine into his lips he pushes even harder, forcing his tongue inside. You donāt mean to moan, probably, but when you do, Eddieās tension deflates with a breath he didnāt realize he was holding. Squirming beneath him, you push at his chest with both hands, harder and harder until he finally relents and gives you room to breathe.
āWhat are you doing?ā you gasp, wide-eyes flitting all over his face, and it gives him pause again. Heāsā¦doing what you asked him toāwhat you want him to, even if it feels like anything but.Ā
āNeed you bad, honey,ā he murmurs, playing his own part a little belatedly, and his hands slide down to squeeze at your thighs. āOpen up.ā
āI told you, Iām not in the mood tonight.ā
āIt wonāt take long,ā he assures you. āOpen up.ā
Your brow furrows deep and tight, somewhere sadder than confused. āI donāt want to.ā
Eddie pushes out a sharp sigh, gives you a look. He knows what to say, but it takes a moment to convince himself to let out with it. ā...Sweetheart, Iām not asking.ā
That clearly did it for youānearly sent your eyes rolling back. Thereās a fire in them, a pinprick of red-hot excitement even as you press your thighs tighter together, and he realizes, once again, that you arenāt going to help him out at all.Ā
He forces his hands into the space between your thighs and abruptly wrenches them apart, and the gasp you suck in at the feeling of it is definitely real. Eddie stifles a grimace. He hopes that wasnāt your full strength he was fighting. If it really is that easy to make you, he couldāve gone his whole life without knowing it.Ā
You have made it easy for him in one regard. Between your nightgownāreally just an oversized tshirt, already riding up above your hipsāand the thin, lacy excuse for a pair of panties youāve got on beneath it, he has as much access as he possibly could without having to try and wrestle you out of your clothes. Heāll hardly even have to move anything out of the way.
Youāre also fucking soaked, thank God. More than you usually are without a little help, but maybe youād been helping yourself while you waited for him. Itās a strange feeling. Relieving for substantiating how you truly feel about what heās doing, a little concerning (or, at the very least, puzzling) for whatever the hell that might mean. What is it that this asshole is doing for you that Eddie himself is failing to?Ā
He takes himself out of his pants, still pulsing at the thought of you, and sucks air through his teeth as he drags his fist from base to tip, trying to work himself up a little more. When he goes to line up, your hands fly between your legs, trying to hide yourself from him, but it isnāt too hard to snatch them up and hold them out of his way. You arenāt really fighting back, just trying to seem like you are. He tugs the thin seat of your panties aside and notches his cock at your entrance, then lays his weight over you.Ā
āDonāt,ā you beg. āEddie, please donāt!ā The drop of panic in your voice is way too convincing. His heart sinks a few inches in his chest.
āStay still, honey,ā he tries to comfortāthat part at least comes naturally. Heās psyching himself up to it. You told him explicitly not to prepare you; that itās okay if it hurts a little, that you even sort of want it to, but he didnāt realize how intimidating that request really was until now. ā...Itās okay. Just stay still.ā
āNo, baby, you canātāā
He jerks his hips, pushes halfway in with one sharp thrust, and hisses through his teeth as he does. Heās never felt you like this before, without having been teased open on his fingers or his tongue first, and youāre wet enough for the sound of it to squelch, but heās surprised to discover he can feel that it isnāt quite right all on his own. Itās too tense, shocked rigid, trying to evict him. At the same time, you gasp like his penetration removed some deadly blockage from your airways, and Eddie freezes, watching your face with cold sweat dripping down his sides. Your jaw hangs open, panting, brow pinched and hips squirming with overwhelm. When you meet his eye and find him staring, waiting, gritting his teeth, you give him the slightest nod you can manage, and Eddie continues.Ā
He slowly pulls his hips back and snaps them in another mean thrust that delves even deeper, sending you moaning in pain or delight. Mouth dipped down beside your ear, he shushes you as sweetly as he can while doing such an awful thing. Grasping for any gentleness he can find. Heād like to kiss you again, but heās reluctant to create any obstacle if you need to tell him to stop.
āIt hurts,ā you whine.Ā
Itās supposed to, he reminds himself. You might even be pretending. ā...Itāll pass, sweetheart, I promise.ā
One more thrust, a kiss to your neck in tandem, and heās fully sheathed inside. You cry out, and heās pretty sure itās pleasureāyour thighs twitch like they always do when youāre excited to be full of him. Eddie pulls out again and sinks right back in, starting up a deep, powerful rhythm that makes you mewl beneath him. It almost puts a smile on his face.
āFeels good, doesnāt it?ā he teases, planting a kiss on your cheek.
āNo,ā you insist, indignant. Youāre still putting up your weak impression of a fight, pushing at his chest and digging your nails in, scratching him, but every ruthless thrust he gives you punches a clipped little moan out of you, surprised by the force each time.
Eddie dips his face into your neck, starts to work his teeth into you. āDonāt lie to me, baby,ā he murmurs. āKnow just what you like.ā
He does his best to hold you still, pin you down. Heās been too focused on you to really think about his own pleasure, but when it finally occurs to him to take stock, he startles. Itās not that you donāt feel goodāyou always feel goodābut itās almost like heās slowly going numb to it. Eddie abruptly picks up the pace, trying to remedy it, and you cry your noisy pleasure beneath him, but it doesnāt change much. Itās hot and slick and tight, and itās you, but thereās noā¦momentum to it, no steady build-up for him to manage, no urgency.Ā
And that wouldnāt really matter to him, since the point of all this is getting you off, but he can feel himself waning. The aching tightness he always succumbs to when you play with each other begins on its own to slump in disinterest, and the frustration of it grits his teeth together.Ā
Thereās a cold little pit in the bottom of his gut warding off the blood that should be pumping excitedly through it, and it dawns on him that, for the first time, entirely in absence of weed or alcohol or pure, concentrated nerves, Eddie probably canāt keep it up long enough to get you off. And just then, while heās already flirting with the dread of poor performance, your voice warbles out once more, as frail as heās ever heard it.
ā...Eddie, please.ā
The hair on the back of his neck stands up. Itās a sob. You sound like youāre going to cry; like youāve been crying, and crying, and you just canāt seem to stop. Like youāre miserable, devastated, and itās entirely and exclusively his fault. A ripple of intense aversion whips down his spine and spreads to the end of each limb, abruptly contracting his muscles to push and tear him off of you, out of you. Sitting back on his knees, eyes squinted shut, he grunts and shakes his head to cast away the awful feeling.
ā...Eddie? Are you okay?ā He can feel you shifting, starting to sit up.Ā Ā
āFuck, Iām sorry, baby,ā he says, rubbing sweaty hands over his face. The shame hits him next, sinking him lowerāknowing that heās done it again. He shouldāve hit pause as soon as something felt off or done anything other than grit his teeth and assume itāll pass, and now youāll think itās your fault. āIā¦ Shit. I donāt think I can do this.ā
A little silence stretches out. Eddie drops his hands to hide his wilting dick away and finds your big eyes flitting all over him, stunned; your hand trembling in front of your mouth.
ā...Okay.ā You hardly manage to squeeze it out. He can already hear the lump in your throat. ā...Iām sorry.ā
The thought of you crying scrubs his nerves even rawer. āNo, no, cāmere.ā He guides you to sit up with him all the way so he can wrap his arms around you, touching you with the warmth heās been dying to all along, and he sighs in relief. He presses firm kisses to your temple, your cheek. āSānot your fault, not at all, okay? Iām fine, weāre both fine.ā
You wrap your arms around his back, holding him just as snugly, and your voice is muffled into his chest. āI donāt wanna make you do something you donāt like.ā
āYou aren't, honey, I promise,ā he assures you, squeezing you even tighter. āI said we'd try it and we did. That's exactly how it's supposed to work.ā
You say, āOkay,ā and nuzzle into him harder, and Eddie rests his head against yours as you breathe together, calm each other down. But a frown starts to grow on his face. He knows why he couldnāt do itāit curdled his stomach to make you feel like that, like the months heād spent adoring you mattered less than a few minutes of empty pleasure, make-believe or notābut he canāt for the life of him figure out what you found enjoyable in all of that. You like it when heās a little mean, he knows that, and he likes giving you a hard time just as much. But forcing himself on you; this quiet tragedy youāve been so eager to play out. His heart pounds with anxiety just thinking about it. He never thought it would feel so real.
ā...Maybe I just donāt understand,ā he says. āTheā¦appeal of it, I guess. What youāre getting out of this.ā
You freeze up in his arms. āIā¦ā
Carefully, he eases you back until he can see you, your eyes flickering over his chest in unease, and he holds both your hands in his own. āIām not judging you, sweetheart, I swear to God. I get beingā¦rough, yāknow, and pushy. But Iā¦ canāt really wrap my head around why youād want someone to treat you like this.ā
ā...I donāt know,ā you mumble, but Eddieās eye is well attuned to you. He thinks you might know, but youāre too frightened to admit it.
He sighs. āI justā¦ I really hope you donāt think you deserve that, orāā
āNo, it's notā I donāt,ā you sputter out, reassuringly horrified. āI promise I donāt. Itās justā¦ I donāt know. It's only because it's you.āĀ
Eddie frowns, unsettled on instinct by the sound of that, but he stays quiet. Leaves you the room to creep out of your shell on your own. You chew hard on your bottom lip before your mouth opens again, and he gives your shaky hands a squeeze.
ā...Because I love you, and I trust you, andā¦you're safe,ā you go on. āI know you'd never really do anything like that, andā¦I like making you feel good.ā
Eddieās heart crushes in. He presses another firm kiss to your temple. āI love you too,ā he tells you, but that doesnāt quite explain anything. ā...Can you tell me a little more?ā
You lick your lips and wrestle yourself to continue, his sweet girl. āThe thought of youā¦needing me that badly, that it makes you mean, that you don't even care. Like I only exist to make you feel good, and that's all that matters, and Iād still love you anyway. ā¦Sometimes I do feel like I'd let you do anything you wanted to me, even things I know you'd never actually want to do, soā¦ it's like, I get toā¦give you something you'd never even ask for. Something that's sort ofā¦dark, and intense, that I'd never give to anyone else. I don't know whatāsā¦wrong with me, why I like it so much. But it's only because it's you, Eddie.ā
āNothingās wrong with you, baby,ā he reminds you softly, cupping your cheek and stroking his thumb over it. You arenāt crying outright, but the extra water in your eyes is torture. āI told you, I donāt like you talking about yourself like that.ā Eddie looks at you and sees the purest fucking angel heās even known.
āI know,ā you sniffle. āIām sorry.ā
He smoothes his palm over your back as he thinks it over. āIā¦think I get that, sort of, but...youāre making it sound like youāre doing this for me, and I donātāā
āNo, itāsā Itās for me,ā you correct. āI know itās for me, and I know itāsā¦a lot to ask, so we donāt have to do it again. I donāt ever wanna make you do something that upsets you, Eddie. Iām really sorry.ā
When your face starts to contort and your teary eyes blink faster, Eddie sucks his teeth and pulls you back in, and the way you cling onto him brings about a little sting behind his own eyes.
āIām not upset,ā he assures you softly. āNot anymore. Justā¦worried about you. Makes me scared you donāt love yourself like I do.āĀ
He sways you lightly back and forth, spreading warm pressure over your back with gentle hands. Relishing the weight and feel and scent of you, the privilege of shrouding you like this.
āI love you so much, Eddie.ā The evidence of it trickles down his throat, collects in the pocket of his clavicle.
āGod, I love you too, baby.ā He still hasnāt found a way to tell you that feels strong enough.Ā āLike you wouldnāt fucking believe.ā
When you settle yourself and your tears have dried, you press your lips to his skin, kissing, kissing, kissing. Soft enough to make him shiver.Ā
āItās likeā¦a horror movie, kind of,ā you muse as it occurs to you, ticklish against his neck. āIt scares you, butā¦in a good way, cause you arenāt really in danger, and you can stop it whenever you want.āĀ
Eddieās mind chews on that and swallows. It goes down much easier than any other way youāve put it. ā...You want me to scare you a little bit.ā
You nod into him, and his brain sparks and flares like a firework.
ā...I can't do the begging, I don't think,ā he decides. āIt's justātoo real. Youāre too good at it. Makes me feel like I'm really hurting you. Butā¦ā
He can feel his synapses firing. His eyes flit around as he pieces it together. You want him to scare you, to take from you even if you refuse, but there are a lot of ways to say ānoā that donāt make him feel like he should be thrown under the jail and left to rot.
āWhat if weā¦kept it physical?ā he suggests. āLike play fighting, almost. I'll still, y'know, pin you down and shove it in if you want me to, but it'll be lessā¦ā
āReal,ā you finish for him. You push back on your own this time, your rosy, searching eyes finding his.
He nods and gives you a little smile. āNot so dark, yāknow?ā
ā...Okay,ā you agree. āThat sounds good.ā
And then, when it looks like you have more to say, Eddie doesnāt even need to prompt you.
ā...Could you still say things?ā Your stare jumps around, skittish, only landing back on him for a split second at a time. āI justā¦ I like it when you talk.ā
He grins and cocks his head to the side. āYou mean like, evil asshole things? āI'm not askingā and all that?ā
You breathe a laugh out of your nose and bob your head in a timid nod.
ā...Yeah, I think so,ā he says, scratching his jaw as he thinks about it. āWeāll try it.ā
Starry-eyed as you are, Eddie canāt fight the urge to kiss you, and you melt happily into it. Arms thrown around his neck, fingers in his hair, you kiss him like you need him to breathe, each insistent press longer than the last. Eddieās well and truly love-drunk, humming pleasedly into your mouth, but he doesnāt miss the urgency in it, the way you press yourself into him as close as you can; almost like youāre trying to rile him up, and it isnāt not working. He aspirates a laugh as he finally escapes your affection.
āWow,ā he says, close to breathless. āDid, uhā¦ Did you wanna try it right now?ā
āIs that okay?ā you breathe, suddenly rigid. Then, quickly: āWe donāt have to.āĀ
He mustāve left you very frustrated, or maybe renegotiating the approach worked you up again. He pinches his eyes at you in fondness.
Eddie thinks about himself, really thinks about it. The dread pit has dissipated, knowing that he doesnāt have to be that guy anymore, seeing you smile again. He feels off, sort of, some distant imprint of it stuck in the back of his mind, but even more than that, he loves you, he loves you, and he wants you. Wants to show you how much he loves you. He was still planning on making you feel good if you wanted him to, even if he couldnāt personally summon the interest to have it reciprocated, but now, heās probably a fourth of the way hard again already just from the fever in your kiss. If you wanna roughhouse with him so bad, heās having trouble locating any real desire not to.
ā...Yeah, Iām down,ā he says, trying not to look too smug at the sight of your relief. āYou wanna start right now?ā
āUmā¦ First, I shouldāāĀ
You cut yourself off to shove your hand into his pants and fish his dick back out of themābold in your actions if not with your wordsāand Eddie chokes on a gasp.
āChrist,ā he giggles, grunting as you squeeze and tug at him, rub your thumb beneath his slit. āYou really need it, huh?ā
āShush,ā you tell him.
Either impatient or just suffering a craving, you scoot back, stoop down, and ease him into your mouth. The soft, wet presses of your tongue against his skin open the floodgate, sending the blood rushing in.
āOh, sweetheart,ā he groans, head tipping back in bliss. ā...Youāre too fuckinā good to me.ā
You keep it up until heās hard again and a little longer after that, stroking him leisurely with your lips while Eddie pants and shivers above you. Then, you stop. Pull back completely and stare at him like youāre waiting for something, and Eddieās brow furrows. Is he supposed to start it? He sort of thought you were, but all youāre doing is staring.
You blink at him a couple times, and just before he can ask what youāre doing, if youāre alright, if you still want to do this, you scramble off the side of the bed. He watches you with a frown for three leisurely steps, but when you throw a coy glance at him over your shoulder, it snaps into place.
A big, wolfish grin tears across his face. āWhere do you think you're going, missy?ā
Eddie starts after you with enough speed to make you gasp, easily catching around the middle, dragging you back towards the bed.
āLet go,ā you complain, but his arms donāt budge.
āNot a chance.ā
Eddie braces himself, squats down a little, and then lifts you clean off your feet, throwing you face-down onto the bed and grinning wider at the squeal that flies out of you. He grabs you by your hips and turns you onto your back, and you stare up at him with bewildered eyes and a disbelieving smile, like you didnāt think heād actually be able to toss you around like this. Naturally, it goes straight to his head.
Then comes the fighting. You raise your arms and your legs trying to fend him off, shield yourself; shoving away his attempts to tug at your dress or stick his hand between your thighs, and neither of you can stop from smiling as Eddie struggles to push his way in, finally securing your wrists over your head and yanking your dress up.Ā
āNo, Eddie, stop,ā you whine, still squirming. It's petulant, the same tone you use when he's acting immature, annoying the hell out of you for fun.
āNope,ā he says, remorseless. āYou're all mine.ā He slaps his fingers down over your slit to prove it, and you jolt in surprise.
āYou're being mean!ā
He scoffs at the accusation. āNo, I'm not. You got me hard as a fucking rock, babe, and your actions have consequences.ā
You laughāit bubbles out before you can stifle itāand Jesus Christ, this is so much better. Youāre defiant, sure, putting up a fight and playing annoyed as much as you can, but you arenāt resigned to hopeless sorrow like earlier. Thereās a buzzing energy between you, a tension of excitement more than sheer intensityāyou fight like hell to keep the smile off your face and Eddie lets his stretch deviously across his cheeks, feeling closer to a raunchy cartoon villain than any sort of genuine predator.Ā
āBut I donāt want to,ā you whine again, frowning your sweet face up at him. Eddie grabs you by the jaw, and your eyes pop wider.
āYouāre adorable, sweetheart,ā he coos, squishing your cheeks and staring down his nose at you with all the love in the world. Your pupils spread wide and dark, inviting him into their fire. ā...Since when have I ever gave a shit what you wanted?ā
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āā¦Since when have I ever gave a shit what you wanted?ā
love the perfect contrast of this line to the entire story that precedes it, where he practically turns himself inside out to give reader what they wantā¦lmao
thinking about eddie who canāt deal with the midwestern summer heat so he puts his hair in a ponytail and a tank top and just walks around like a slutš¤¤
hi dath!! iād love to hear more about the true crime reader fic. iāve been obsessed with the concept ever since you first mentioned it <3
omg! thank you so much šš¤ i can def say more about it. here's another little snippet...
āListen to me,ā he says, near-helpless. Thereās no way to spell it out for you any clearer than he already has been. āI didnāt kill anyone. I didnāt so much as touch any of those goddamn kids. I was framed.ā
The cautious skepticism on your face makes his jaw twinge. ā...Iām not a cop,ā you assure him, infuriatingly gentle. āIām not evenā I fucking hate cops. Iām not trying toā¦set you up, or anything. You can be honest with me, Eddie.ā
āI am being honest,ā he grits out. āYou just refuse to fucking listen.ā
Somehow, you can muster up the gall to look at him like heās the one being difficult.
realized i didn't even mention anything about eddie's vampirism in the last one, but that's partially because it's lowkey kind of inconsequential š not REALLY but i mean... the plot doesn't revolve around him being a vampire, the plot is the plot (her blackmailing him to hang out with her and their developing relationship) and he also. just so happens to be a vampire. it explains how he survived ST4 and informs how he lives his life, but it's mostly relevant to fun (and sometimes less fun.) little background details.
tw for self harm mention under the cut!
for one, he doesn't feed in the typical big city vampire sense of like... hunting in dark alleyways and such. the story takes place in san francisco (kink + fetish capital of the country?!) and eddie is an active member of a vampire fetishist network in the city, so he only feeds from willing participants who are happy to keep his secret for him in exchange for getting to be a real-life blood doll now and then š and also maybe fuck idk. he's a kink guy in this one. (he's a kink guy in every one)
there IS a through line of her gradually realizing that he isn't fully human as the story goes on, though, and i'm thinking of making one of the major details that helps her realize this the fact that, on some days, seemingly at random, he can't stay for very long at allāgets overwhelmed and agitated and has to leave within 30 minutes, and he also won't let her get very close to him on these days. she struggles very severely with mental health in her day to day life, and eventually puts together that he only does this when she has a recent self-inflicted wound.
driving around town on a late night with eddie... windows down and cool, damp, spring evening air filling the cab of the van... flirtations that turn into something real, finally, under the darkness of unlit back roads... the smell of smoke on his breath when he pulls over at the side of the road and leans in to say something snarky before kissing any attempt at a retort away from your lips...
summary: take a personality quiz to find out what happens when your friend Eddie finds your sex toy.
each result includes individual content warnings and word count
content warnings: no use of y/n, friends to lovers, best friend!eddie, coworker!eddie, pervert!eddie, references to masturbation, unprotected penis in vagina sex (do not try this at home) , oral sex ( f and m receiving ) , references to body image
word count: 1.8k - 3k depending on your result
