the name is Lua | ch. 25 | she/her, bi | three buttons tall | writer when the brain allows it
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Spring Break & Midnight Campfires* (eddie x f!reader) | 7k+ | a party at Lovers Lake to kick off Spring Break – crackling firelight, music debates, shared smokes, and touches that don’t feel accidental.
Dubious Pizza Orders & Head Scratches* (bff!eddie x bff!fem!reader) | 6k+ | your best friend eddie hates your pizza order but he doesn't hate you<3
I’m Not Your Buddy* (eddie x fem!reader) | 3.9k+ | You know that TikTok trend where you call your partner a "friend" to see their reaction? Yeah… Eddie wasn't too happy about that
Rituals For The Restless* (apprentice!eddie X witch!fem!reader) | finished
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A burned out witch leaves her spiritually stagnant life and moves into Forest Hills Trailer Park, hoping for a fresh start. An unexpected connection with her metalhead neighbour begins pulling her towards something softer, and possibly life-changing.
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Between Yawns & 3 am Confessions (eddie x fem!reader) | fluff | on going | Every family has a photo album – and this is how the Munson's filled theirs.
Extra Credit: House Calls* (eddie x inexperienced!fem!reader) | finished
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in Hawkins, Indiana, the infamous Eddie Munson is followed by a secret, and girls slip by his place for reasons no one dares to speak about. (loosely inspired by the kissing scene in the 2008 film 'Angus, Thongs and Perfect Snogging')
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-> listening to a jaunty country style song
-> hear the lyrics wrong
-> pause. frown. go back a few seconds to relisten
-> hears the same fucked up lyrics
-> check the actual lyrics to see what it ACTUALLY says
ugh this is so so pretty and disgusting and its kinda getting on my nerve and it reminded me of that one dead dove piece i once started and never finished
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if anyone has another picture of kelly nickels on that godforsaken orange/coloured couch that aren’t the two I used for whatever you want, baby and don’t make a mess, baby please lemme know because I desperately need one and can’t find it anywhere
dubious pizza orders & head scratches has a little over 800 likes, which is absolutely crazy considering it’s one of those pieces i’m not really proud of 😭
Hey Lua! I’ve recently been getting back into the Eddie fics/fandom again after a long hiatus, discovered your account, fell down the rabbit hole. Don’t mind me if you see me stalking your masterlist ;)
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thank u so much for the love, feel free to stalk as much as you’d like, drop a request or whatever your little heart desires<3
⋆˚꩜｡pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader
⋆˚꩜｡summary: You know that TikTok trend where you call your partner a "friend" to see their reaction? Yeah… Eddie wasn't too happy about that
⋆˚꩜｡tags/tw: explicit sexual content 18+minors do not interact | no y/n, afab!fem!reader, modern!eddie, est. relationship, oral (f!receiving), unprotected p in v, multiple orgasms, squirting, praise?, soft!dom!eddie, possessive language (non toxic), aftercare, weed mention
⋆˚꩜｡word count: 3.9k+
⋆˚꩜｡a/n: based on this request i got! thank you @theswitch-witch for giving me the idea thehee<3
One of the things you loved most about Eddie was that he didn’t give a rat’s ass about social media.
It was mainly because Wayne raised him right. Eddie had grown up learning to play guitar and spending most of his time playing outside or at the library. He was sixteen when he got his first fancy phone; before that, he’d carried around an old brick of a cell phone that had once belonged to his uncle. Safe to say, he’d never really bought into the whole social media thing.
Sure, he had an instagram account. He barely used it himself, but he loved seeing the pictures you posted — the ones he’d taken of you — and he never failed to leave embarrassingly sweet and suggestive comments underneath them that made even your best friends blush.
Another thing you absolutely loved about Eddie was that he was possessive.
Not in a toxic way. Eddie never tried to control you or excessively claim you, nor did he treat you like you were anything less than your own independent person. He never isolated you from your friends or questioned where you were every second of the day.
He was possessive in the way that he never missed an opportunity to remind everyone that he belonged to you. He’d proudly walk around with the hickeys and scratches you’d left him, grinning smugly whenever someone pointed them out with a dubious look.
“Courtesy of my princess,” he’d say without a single ounce of shame.
You were his favourite subject, how could you not be? Eddie could spend hours talking about you. He could write ridiculous, overly dramatic sonnets about your laugh and the way your nose scrunched whenever something genuinely amused you. He could probably design an entire comic series inspired by the way your hair danced in the wind. Hell, he’d tattoo your fucking name across his neck if you asked him to.
That’s how hopelessly, ridiculously obsessed and possessive he was with you.
Which was exactly why, the moment you stumbled across the trend on TikTok, you knew you had to try it on him.
The calling your boyfriend your ‘friend’ trend.
It was stupid, and it was evil, and it was going to drive Eddie absolutely fucking insane.
Even though he didn’t care much for TikTok, or any other platform for that matter, Eddie always jumped at the chance to do whatever random thing you wanted.
“What are we doing again?”
“Uh…” you mumbled, balancing your phone on the kitchen counter. “There’s this viral…”
Taking a few steps back, you gently pulled Eddie by the wrist until he was standing beside you, squinting at the screen to check whether the lighting was good enough. Scrunching your nose, you gave his wrist another little tug when you noticed he’d drifted just outside the frame.
“Stay right here,” you instructed. “Do not move.”
Turning around, you walked over to the fridge, grabbed the light blue can, and returned to his side.
“There’s this viral beverage I wanted to try.”
“…And you wanted to get that on camera?” he asked quietly, the words carrying just the slightest hint of hesitation.
“Uh, yeah. Pretty much.”
You placed the can on the counter and shot him a sweet smile over your shoulder.
Eddie simply shrugged, nodding as though your explanation made perfect sense. “Alright. Whatever you want, sweetheart.”
“Ready?”
“I guess.”
With one smooth swipe, you switched your phone from photo to video, started the timer, and hurried back into place. You gave Eddie one last tug when he instinctively stepped out of frame again.
“Hey, guys!” you greeted brightly once the recording started, smiling at the camera as you reached forwards to grab the can. “I’m here with my friend Eddie today.”
Beside you, Eddie — who had been smiling awkwardly at the camera ever since you’d hit record — immediately stopped smiling.
“And today we’re gonna try the new Spindrift drink!”
You had to bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from laughing when you noticed Eddie turning his face towards you.
“What—”
Before he could finish, you held the can towards the camera as though clinking it against the screen before turning back to him.
“You wanna go first, bud?” you asked as you popped the tab up and broke the lid open.
Eddie, who had been staring at you with wide, uncertain brown eyes, slowly turned to look at your phone like he was a character on The Office.
For a long second, he simply stared at the screen. His gaze drifted down to the pretty light blue dress you’d put on — somehow the exact same shade as the can in your hand — before slowly lifting back to meet your eyes.
“…What the fuck?” The words came out equal parts confused and unamused.
“What do you mean?” you asked, furrowing your eyebrows as you continued holding the can out for him to take.
“Bud?” His nose wrinkled as though the word itself left a bad taste in his mouth. “Friend?”
“…Uh, yeah,” you replied slowly, tilting your head in practiced confusion. “What?”
“What do you mean, what?” His eyebrows remained knitted together as the corners of his mouth slowly turned down. “Did I… did I do something?”
“We’re literally just trying this drink.” You let out a small laugh, pulling a face as though he’d just said the most ridiculous thing imaginable. “Why are you acting weird?”
“Me? Acting weird?” Eddie repeated, hesitantly lifting a hand to scratch at his jaw. “You just… called me your friend.”
“Uh, yeah?” you scoffed. “What’s the big deal?”
“The big…” He blinked at you, looking completely lost. “Sweetheart, why do you keep calling me your friend?”
“Because you are?”
“No, I’m not.” Eddie shook his head, sounding almost offended by the suggestion. “I’m your boyfriend.”
“Exactly.” You nodded matter-of-factly. “My boy,” you paused dramatically, “friend.”
The second the last word left your mouth, a tiny snort escaped. Your hand flew up to cover your mouth as you hastily disguised it with a cough, praying Eddie hadn’t noticed.
But he had.
The longer you looked at him, the harder it became to keep the act going.
Eddie’s bewildered expression slowly gave way to suspicion as he watched your nose scrunch behind your hand, your shoulders beginning to shake with poorly concealed laughter.
“…You’re bullshitting me.”
Eddie rested his hands on his hips like an exhausted father of three and turned his head towards the phone. His teeth found his lower lip as he worried it beneath them for a moment before slowly looking back at you, one eyebrow raised in complete disbelief.
“Friend,” he scoffed, shaking his head. “I’m gonna show you fucking friend.”
He stared at you for another long second before finally reaching over and taking the can from your hand, setting it carefully back down on the counter.
Before you had a chance to react, he reached for your phone, tapping the bright red button to stop the recording.
Eddie left your phone exactly where it was before slowly turning back to face you. The look he gave you was one you knew all too well; you rarely got to see it, which only made it all the more memorable.
His eyebrows were drawn together, his lips pressed into a thin line of annoyance as he tilted his head back just slightly.
“You know…” he began slowly, dragging the tip of his tongue across his lower lip before continuing. “You’re real fucking funny, sweetheart.”
“Eds—”
He barely gave you a second to react before scooping you up into his arms and effortlessly throwing you over his shoulder.
“Maybe we should show your TikTok followers what I’m about to do to you, huh?”
You watched the black-and-white checkered kitchen floor slowly disappear beneath you as Eddie carried you out of the room.
“Eddie, what are you—”
“I’m gonna show you what a great friend I am,” he scoffed.
As if to prove his point that he was the furthest thing from being your friend — like you needed the reminder — he gave your ass a hard slap as he stepped into the hallway leading to your shared bedroom.
A startled shriek escaped you at the sudden sting of his palm, and you immediately began squirming in his hold, hoping to convince him to put you back — but no such luck, unfortunately. Eddie merely tightened his grip around your legs, a low, humourless chuckle rumbling from his chest as he nudged the bedroom door open with his socked foot.
He swiftly pushed the bedroom door shut behind the two of you with the heel of his foot before taking a few slow steps towards the bed — the fresh linens perfectly made from earlier that morning, when you’d changed them.
Carelessly, Eddie lowered you onto the mattress, letting you bounce lightly against it before straightening back up. He dragged a hand through his hair, pushing his unruly curls away from his face as he stood at the foot of the bed, broad shoulders filling the space with an almost unfair amount of confidence.
“I’m not your buddy,” he said, his voice low as you pushed yourself upright. “And I’m not your friend either.”
“Eddie, baby,” you began with a small, sheepish smile, tilting your head to one side. “It was just a—”
“I’m your boyfriend,” he interrupted without missing a beat. “But I guess you need a little reminder of that, hm?”
“I-I though you were gonna show me—”
“And I think you’ve said enough already, hm?” he scoffed.
Eddie didn’t miss a beat before making his way over to the vintage dresser the two of you’d found in that little antique shop a few weeks ago.
“Last time I checked,” he began slowly, dragging the tip of his finger across the worn wooden surface, “you didn’t share this fucking dresser with Robin.”
Another chuckle escaped him. Dry and amused this time, despite the mischievous glimmer dancing in his eyes that gave away just how much fun he was actually having.
“And all that talk about adopting a ferret together?” He held up two fingers as he continued listening off his evidence. “Sorry, sweetheart, but adopting an animal isn’t exactly something you do with your friends. Not usually.”
Leaning back against the dresser, Eddie folded his arms across his chest and looked at you with a cocky grin stretching across his face.
“You know what else isn’t something friends do?” He arched an eyebrow, though the look in his eyes made it clear he wasn’t actually expecting an answer. “The three orgasms I’m about to give you, just to prove my point.”
“T-three?” you gulped. “I’ve never—”
“Exactly.” He nodded slowly, the smug grin tugging wider at the corners of his mouth. “One orgasm for each time you called me something I’m not.”
Eddie uncrossed his arms, resting them against the dresser behind him as his fingers lazily drummed against the worn wooden surface, his eyes never once leaving you.
The baby blue dress looked painfully good on you. It hugged your waist in all the right places, and the neckline…
Jesus.
It drove Eddie nearly as insane as the little stunt you’d pulled in the kitchen not even five minutes earlier.
His dark brown eyes wandered slowly over your face before drifting down the length of your body, lingering for just a moment before finding yours again.
Pushing himself away from the dresser, he closed the distance between you with slow, unhurried steps. The mattress dipped beneath his weight as he climbed onto the bed, both hands sinking into the duvet on either side of you until his nose barely brushed yours.
Eddie looked at you through his lashes, a smug grin slowly spreading across his plush lips as he watched your own part ever so slightly.
“What?” he murmured. “Cat got your tongue, sweetheart?”
A quiet chuckle escaped him before he leaned in, pressing a slow, gentle kiss to your lips. He lingered there for a long moment, savouring it, before finally pulling away and settling back onto his heels.
Eddie’s hand lazily curled around the neckline of his black t-shirt, peeling it off without the slightest hint of urgency.
You swallowed as your attention was immediately pulled away from his eyes and towards the tattooed expanse of his chest, busier now than it had been when the two of you had started dating. Your gaze lingered on the newest addition to his collection — a neo-traditional raven inked along the right side of his stomach.
“Eyes up here, sweetheart,” he murmured, a teasing smile tugging at his lips as he gently tipped your chin back up with the crook of a finger.
Without caring where it landed, Eddie tossed the shirt over his shoulder before stepping back from the bed. Standing once again at the foot of the mattress, his fingers slowly trailed down the planes of his stomach until they reached the button of his jeans.
“The dress stays on,” he said quietly.
He undid the button, tugged the zipper down, and let the worn denim fall to the floor with a muted thud.
Eddie’s knees sank back into the mattress, making the bedframe creak underneath his weight. He reached out for your thighs, slowly running his hands up and down your legs until, finally, trailing his fingertips higher until they skimmed the lace trim of your panties. Hooking his fingers into the lace, he slowly dragged your panties down your legs, exposing your glistening folds to his dark brown eyes.
He hummed appreciatively as his fingers ghosted along your slick folds, marvelling at how wet you were for him already.
Leaning down, he captured your mouth in a slow kiss, his tongue swiping across your lower lip as he took his sweet time to taste and explore your mouth like he always did when he wanted to torture you. Eddie swallowed your low gasp, relishing in the soft sounds that escaped you.
Breaking away, Eddie blazed a trail of open-mouthed kisses down the column of your throat, pausing to lave attention on your pulse points as he nibbled right above your collarbone.
Eddie trailed kisses down your chest, making sure to skip your hardened nipples under the soft fabric of your dress, until his face finally hovered above your aching core. Being the obsessed freak that he was, he breathed in your heady scent before shooting you a smug grin.
“Hold on tight, sweetheart.” He placed a soft, lingering kiss on the inside of your thigh as he reached for one of your hands. He gave you a gentle squeeze before placing your hand on the back of his head. “Because I’ll not be going easy on you.”
With an arched, daring eyebrow, he plunged in, tongue delving deep into your slick heat. He lapped and sucked, worshiping you with lips and teeth and tongue until you were a trembling mess, falling backwards until your head hit the pillows behind you.
Your hips bucked involuntarily at the sudden feeling of Eddie sealing his mouth over your swollen clit, flicking the sensitive bundle of nerves rapidly with the tip of his tongue as he slowly plunged a thick finger knuckle-deep into your tight pussy. He pumped and curled his digit, stroking your slick walls until you were fluttering around him.
“A-ah! F-fuck, Eddie—”
He sucked harder on your clit, adding a second finger into you as he thrusted them faster and deeper until you’re shattering with a broken gasp, your release gushing over his chin as he worked you through the aftershocks.
Holding your gaze, Eddie slid his fingers out of you and pushed them into his mouth. His tongue lapped eagerly at them, licking them clean, while his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure at the way you tasted.
After licking his digits clean, he pulled the top part of your dress down until the fabric sat underneath your breasts. Cupping your boobs, he thumbed your hardened nipples teasingly. Eddie’s dark brown eyes locked onto yours as he slowly rolled one hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger, tugging harshly. It made pleasure zing straight to your core, making you squirm underneath him. He lavished the same attention to your other nipple, pinching and tweaking it until he had you begging for more.
“P-please, Eds—”
“As you wish, sweetheart.”
Reaching between your bodies, Eddie pushed his boxers down just enough to free his aching length. The sight of his cock made your mouth water every single time — long, thick mushroom tip, and painfully pink.
He notched the broad tip of his cock against your slit, teasing and probing before sinking into your slick pussy with one powerful thrust.
“Is this what a friend does to you? Huh?” He chuckled darkly as he looked down at you. “C’mon, sweetheart. Answer me.”
“Hmm.” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you bit your lip. “N-no.”
He could swear you were molten silk clutching him tight, stroking his length with each desperate roll of his hips as you met his thrusts.
Eddie pistoned his hips faster, harder, burying himself to the hilt again and again. The room filled with the sound of skin slapping skin, breathy pants and bitten-off curses.
“F-fuck.”
“C’mon, sweetheart. Gimme another one,” He punctuated each word with a sharp snap of his hips, chasing your second release like his life depended on it. “Be a good fucking friend and come on my cock.”
“H-harder, Eds. P-please.”
The desperate, broken plea spurred him on. He grabbed your hips bruisingly tight as he drove into you with ruthless precision, angling to hit that special spot deep inside that always made you scream. The obscene slap of his balls against your ass echoed through the room, while his curly pubes brushing against your swollen clit pulled desperate gasps from your lips.
Your fingers curled into his hair, nails scraping against his scalp before you pulled at his roots, while your other hand raked down his sweat-slicked back. Your leg locked around his waist, heel digging into the plush fat of his ass as you urged him impossibly closer.
“You’re so fucking tight f’me, baby,” he growled, voice wrecked.
“E-Eds, I’m g-gonna—”
Your release crashed over you, white-hot and blinding as you clenched down hard on his aching cock. Your walls puled around him as he continued grinning wolfishly at your open mouth and glassy eyes.
He leaned down to capture your lips in a messy, desperate kiss. Eddie slipped his tongue inside your mouth, bobbing his head as he sloppily sucked on your tongue.
“That’s it, baby,” he rasped. “Just one more, you can do it. I know you can.”
“I-I can’t, Eds,” you whimpered, desperately licking your lips to get rid of the dry feeling. “P-please—”
Eddie trailed open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, down the column of your throat, suckling at your pulse points hard enough to leave marks.
He grabbed at your hips, guiding you to meet each roll with a grind of his own. His breathing was strained as his hips worked feverishly now, chasing that high. Curving one hand around to rub tight circles on your clit, Eddie doubled his efforts, determined to tip you over the edge and watch you fall apart on his cock, crying his name.
Sweat slicked your straining bodies as he plunged into your sloppy heat over and over. The wet squelch of your messy cunt, the lewd slap of flesh, your needy cries — it’s almost too much, even for Eddie.
“That’s it, baby. Soak my fucking cock.” He rasped desperately, fingers flying over your throbbing clit.
Eddie could tell you were close, pussy clenching hard around him, thighs trembling around his pistoning hips.
With a final twist of his wrist, he sent you over the edge with a high pitched, broken moan that somewhat resembled his name. Your pussy fluttered and gushed around him, soaking his thighs with a hot and unexpected jet, clenching so hard on his cock you milked him for all he’s worth.
“Ed-Ed— Fuckfuckfuck.” Your head was tilted back, neck on display and mouth wide open. “Mmpff!”
“Jesus— F-fucking take it,” he gasped, nuzzling into your neck to sink his teeth into your skin.
With stuttering hips, Eddie’s rhythm faltered as the feeling of your squirting pussy drenching him, unravelling the last thread of his control. With one last moan, he buried himself to the hilts pulsing and shuddering as he filled you up, painting your greedy pussy in that addicting sticky, milky white.
Eddie pushed himself up just enough for his gaze to drift lazily to where the two of you were connected, his tired, wide eyes settling on the mess you’d made of the fresh linens, like he’d just witnessed a miracle.
The sight drew a slow grin to his face. He caught his lower lip between his teeth before a quiet, satisfied chuckle escaped him. Reaching up, he gently tapped two fingers against your cheek before letting his hand cradle your face, his thumb brushing softly over your skin as he tipped your chin back towards him.
“So,” he murmured, his fingertips pressing ever so slightly into your cheeks. “Who am I?”
You blinked your eyes open, still dazed, your tongue sweeping absently across your lower lip before you managed a sleepy, satisfied smile.
“M-my boyfriend.”
A smug smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Damn right I am.”
Neither of you spoke much after that. You simply stayed tangled together, basking in each other’s warmth while your breathing gradually slowed and your racing heart settled back into its familiar rhythm.
After a while, Eddie wrapped his arms around you and drew the two of you a warm, well-deserved bath.
He settled into the tub first before gently pulling you back against him, your back resting flush against his chest. One arm stayed securely around your waist while the other slowly worked your favourite soap into a rich lather, his touch gentle as he washed over your arms.
“I love you,” you murmured, resting your head against his shoulder.
“I love you more, sweetheart,” Eddie replied, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your cheek. “But do not ever call me your friend again.”
A giggle escaped you as you nodded. “Deal.”
Some hours later, after Eddie had helped you into one of his oversized t-shirts and patiently combed the tangles from your hair, the two of you found yourselves curled up on the couch, you lazily scrolling through the comments on your TikTok while he started working on a joint.
He’d frowned when you’d told him you were posting it, though the look quickly faded once you explained that the trend was about getting your partner’s reaction — not trying the can of sparkling water that was still sitting forgotten on the kitchen counter.
Eddie, who normally didn’t give a rat’s ass about social media beyond hyping you up in the comments of your Instagram posts, had eventually let his curiosity get the better of him. Leaning over your shoulder, he stretched his neck to get a look at your phone.
Congratulations on your pregnancy girl!
oh, she’s exactly where she wants to be
I’m gonna show you fucking friend???? HELLO???
You couldn’t help the snort that escaped you, while Eddie merely blinked confused at the phone in your hand.
“…Pregnancy?”
“It’s a TikTok thing, babe.”
He frowned a little harder before reading the next comment.
“‘The way he looked at her after she said ‘my boy… friend’, girl I would have folded IMMEDIATELY’.”
A smug grin spread across Eddie’s face as he turned to look at you, a quiet scoff escaping him while hr raised his eyebrows in triumph.
“See? The internet agrees with me.”
You rolled your eyes, though the smile tugging at your lips betrayed you.
Eddie simply looked back down at his hands, carefully finishing the joint he’d promised to roll while the two of you soaked in the bath.
“Shut up.”
A soft chuckle rumbled in his chest. “Make me, sweetheart.”
⋆˚꩜｡pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader
⋆˚꩜｡summary: You know that TikTok trend where you call your partner a "friend" to see their reaction? Yeah… Eddie wasn't too happy about that
⋆˚꩜｡tags/tw: explicit sexual content 18+minors do not interact | no y/n, afab!fem!reader, modern!eddie, est. relationship, oral (f!receiving), unprotected p in v, multiple orgasms, squirting, praise?, soft!dom!eddie, possessive language (non toxic), aftercare, weed mention
⋆˚꩜｡word count: 3.9k+
⋆˚꩜｡a/n: based on this request i got! thank you @theswitch-witch for giving me the idea thehee<3
One of the things you loved most about Eddie was that he didn’t give a rat’s ass about social media.
It was mainly because Wayne raised him right. Eddie had grown up learning to play guitar and spending most of his time playing outside or at the library. He was sixteen when he got his first fancy phone; before that, he’d carried around an old brick of a cell phone that had once belonged to his uncle. Safe to say, he’d never really bought into the whole social media thing.
Sure, he had an instagram account. He barely used it himself, but he loved seeing the pictures you posted — the ones he’d taken of you — and he never failed to leave embarrassingly sweet and suggestive comments underneath them that made even your best friends blush.
Another thing you absolutely loved about Eddie was that he was possessive.
Not in a toxic way. Eddie never tried to control you or excessively claim you, nor did he treat you like you were anything less than your own independent person. He never isolated you from your friends or questioned where you were every second of the day.
He was possessive in the way that he never missed an opportunity to remind everyone that he belonged to you. He’d proudly walk around with the hickeys and scratches you’d left him, grinning smugly whenever someone pointed them out with a dubious look.
“Courtesy of my princess,” he’d say without a single ounce of shame.
You were his favourite subject, how could you not be? Eddie could spend hours talking about you. He could write ridiculous, overly dramatic sonnets about your laugh and the way your nose scrunched whenever something genuinely amused you. He could probably design an entire comic series inspired by the way your hair danced in the wind. Hell, he’d tattoo your fucking name across his neck if you asked him to.
That’s how hopelessly, ridiculously obsessed and possessive he was with you.
Which was exactly why, the moment you stumbled across the trend on TikTok, you knew you had to try it on him.
The calling your boyfriend your ‘friend’ trend.
It was stupid, and it was evil, and it was going to drive Eddie absolutely fucking insane.
Even though he didn’t care much for TikTok, or any other platform for that matter, Eddie always jumped at the chance to do whatever random thing you wanted.
“What are we doing again?”
“Uh…” you mumbled, balancing your phone on the kitchen counter. “There’s this viral…”
Taking a few steps back, you gently pulled Eddie by the wrist until he was standing beside you, squinting at the screen to check whether the lighting was good enough. Scrunching your nose, you gave his wrist another little tug when you noticed he’d drifted just outside the frame.
“Stay right here,” you instructed. “Do not move.”
Turning around, you walked over to the fridge, grabbed the light blue can, and returned to his side.
“There’s this viral beverage I wanted to try.”
“…And you wanted to get that on camera?” he asked quietly, the words carrying just the slightest hint of hesitation.
“Uh, yeah. Pretty much.”
You placed the can on the counter and shot him a sweet smile over your shoulder.
Eddie simply shrugged, nodding as though your explanation made perfect sense. “Alright. Whatever you want, sweetheart.”
“Ready?”
“I guess.”
With one smooth swipe, you switched your phone from photo to video, started the timer, and hurried back into place. You gave Eddie one last tug when he instinctively stepped out of frame again.
“Hey, guys!” you greeted brightly once the recording started, smiling at the camera as you reached forwards to grab the can. “I’m here with my friend Eddie today.”
Beside you, Eddie — who had been smiling awkwardly at the camera ever since you’d hit record — immediately stopped smiling.
“And today we’re gonna try the new Spindrift drink!”
You had to bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from laughing when you noticed Eddie turning his face towards you.
“What—”
Before he could finish, you held the can towards the camera as though clinking it against the screen before turning back to him.
“You wanna go first, bud?” you asked as you popped the tab up and broke the lid open.
Eddie, who had been staring at you with wide, uncertain brown eyes, slowly turned to look at your phone like he was a character on The Office.
For a long second, he simply stared at the screen. His gaze drifted down to the pretty light blue dress you’d put on — somehow the exact same shade as the can in your hand — before slowly lifting back to meet your eyes.
“…What the fuck?” The words came out equal parts confused and unamused.
“What do you mean?” you asked, furrowing your eyebrows as you continued holding the can out for him to take.
“Bud?” His nose wrinkled as though the word itself left a bad taste in his mouth. “Friend?”
“…Uh, yeah,” you replied slowly, tilting your head in practiced confusion. “What?”
“What do you mean, what?” His eyebrows remained knitted together as the corners of his mouth slowly turned down. “Did I… did I do something?”
“We’re literally just trying this drink.” You let out a small laugh, pulling a face as though he’d just said the most ridiculous thing imaginable. “Why are you acting weird?”
“Me? Acting weird?” Eddie repeated, hesitantly lifting a hand to scratch at his jaw. “You just… called me your friend.”
“Uh, yeah?” you scoffed. “What’s the big deal?”
“The big…” He blinked at you, looking completely lost. “Sweetheart, why do you keep calling me your friend?”
“Because you are?”
“No, I’m not.” Eddie shook his head, sounding almost offended by the suggestion. “I’m your boyfriend.”
“Exactly.” You nodded matter-of-factly. “My boy,” you paused dramatically, “friend.”
The second the last word left your mouth, a tiny snort escaped. Your hand flew up to cover your mouth as you hastily disguised it with a cough, praying Eddie hadn’t noticed.
But he had.
The longer you looked at him, the harder it became to keep the act going.
Eddie’s bewildered expression slowly gave way to suspicion as he watched your nose scrunch behind your hand, your shoulders beginning to shake with poorly concealed laughter.
“…You’re bullshitting me.”
Eddie rested his hands on his hips like an exhausted father of three and turned his head towards the phone. His teeth found his lower lip as he worried it beneath them for a moment before slowly looking back at you, one eyebrow raised in complete disbelief.
“Friend,” he scoffed, shaking his head. “I’m gonna show you fucking friend.”
He stared at you for another long second before finally reaching over and taking the can from your hand, setting it carefully back down on the counter.
Before you had a chance to react, he reached for your phone, tapping the bright red button to stop the recording.
Eddie left your phone exactly where it was before slowly turning back to face you. The look he gave you was one you knew all too well; you rarely got to see it, which only made it all the more memorable.
His eyebrows were drawn together, his lips pressed into a thin line of annoyance as he tilted his head back just slightly.
“You know…” he began slowly, dragging the tip of his tongue across his lower lip before continuing. “You’re real fucking funny, sweetheart.”
“Eds—”
He barely gave you a second to react before scooping you up into his arms and effortlessly throwing you over his shoulder.
“Maybe we should show your TikTok followers what I’m about to do to you, huh?”
You watched the black-and-white checkered kitchen floor slowly disappear beneath you as Eddie carried you out of the room.
“Eddie, what are you—”
“I’m gonna show you what a great friend I am,” he scoffed.
As if to prove his point that he was the furthest thing from being your friend — like you needed the reminder — he gave your ass a hard slap as he stepped into the hallway leading to your shared bedroom.
A startled shriek escaped you at the sudden sting of his palm, and you immediately began squirming in his hold, hoping to convince him to put you back — but no such luck, unfortunately. Eddie merely tightened his grip around your legs, a low, humourless chuckle rumbling from his chest as he nudged the bedroom door open with his socked foot.
He swiftly pushed the bedroom door shut behind the two of you with the heel of his foot before taking a few slow steps towards the bed — the fresh linens perfectly made from earlier that morning, when you’d changed them.
Carelessly, Eddie lowered you onto the mattress, letting you bounce lightly against it before straightening back up. He dragged a hand through his hair, pushing his unruly curls away from his face as he stood at the foot of the bed, broad shoulders filling the space with an almost unfair amount of confidence.
“I’m not your buddy,” he said, his voice low as you pushed yourself upright. “And I’m not your friend either.”
“Eddie, baby,” you began with a small, sheepish smile, tilting your head to one side. “It was just a—”
“I’m your boyfriend,” he interrupted without missing a beat. “But I guess you need a little reminder of that, hm?”
“I-I though you were gonna show me—”
“And I think you’ve said enough already, hm?” he scoffed.
Eddie didn’t miss a beat before making his way over to the vintage dresser the two of you’d found in that little antique shop a few weeks ago.
“Last time I checked,” he began slowly, dragging the tip of his finger across the worn wooden surface, “you didn’t share this fucking dresser with Robin.”
Another chuckle escaped him. Dry and amused this time, despite the mischievous glimmer dancing in his eyes that gave away just how much fun he was actually having.
“And all that talk about adopting a ferret together?” He held up two fingers as he continued listening off his evidence. “Sorry, sweetheart, but adopting an animal isn’t exactly something you do with your friends. Not usually.”
Leaning back against the dresser, Eddie folded his arms across his chest and looked at you with a cocky grin stretching across his face.
“You know what else isn’t something friends do?” He arched an eyebrow, though the look in his eyes made it clear he wasn’t actually expecting an answer. “The three orgasms I’m about to give you, just to prove my point.”
“T-three?” you gulped. “I’ve never—”
“Exactly.” He nodded slowly, the smug grin tugging wider at the corners of his mouth. “One orgasm for each time you called me something I’m not.”
Eddie uncrossed his arms, resting them against the dresser behind him as his fingers lazily drummed against the worn wooden surface, his eyes never once leaving you.
The baby blue dress looked painfully good on you. It hugged your waist in all the right places, and the neckline…
Jesus.
It drove Eddie nearly as insane as the little stunt you’d pulled in the kitchen not even five minutes earlier.
His dark brown eyes wandered slowly over your face before drifting down the length of your body, lingering for just a moment before finding yours again.
Pushing himself away from the dresser, he closed the distance between you with slow, unhurried steps. The mattress dipped beneath his weight as he climbed onto the bed, both hands sinking into the duvet on either side of you until his nose barely brushed yours.
Eddie looked at you through his lashes, a smug grin slowly spreading across his plush lips as he watched your own part ever so slightly.
“What?” he murmured. “Cat got your tongue, sweetheart?”
A quiet chuckle escaped him before he leaned in, pressing a slow, gentle kiss to your lips. He lingered there for a long moment, savouring it, before finally pulling away and settling back onto his heels.
Eddie’s hand lazily curled around the neckline of his black t-shirt, peeling it off without the slightest hint of urgency.
You swallowed as your attention was immediately pulled away from his eyes and towards the tattooed expanse of his chest, busier now than it had been when the two of you had started dating. Your gaze lingered on the newest addition to his collection — a neo-traditional raven inked along the right side of his stomach.
“Eyes up here, sweetheart,” he murmured, a teasing smile tugging at his lips as he gently tipped your chin back up with the crook of a finger.
Without caring where it landed, Eddie tossed the shirt over his shoulder before stepping back from the bed. Standing once again at the foot of the mattress, his fingers slowly trailed down the planes of his stomach until they reached the button of his jeans.
“The dress stays on,” he said quietly.
He undid the button, tugged the zipper down, and let the worn denim fall to the floor with a muted thud.
Eddie’s knees sank back into the mattress, making the bedframe creak underneath his weight. He reached out for your thighs, slowly running his hands up and down your legs until, finally, trailing his fingertips higher until they skimmed the lace trim of your panties. Hooking his fingers into the lace, he slowly dragged your panties down your legs, exposing your glistening folds to his dark brown eyes.
He hummed appreciatively as his fingers ghosted along your slick folds, marvelling at how wet you were for him already.
Leaning down, he captured your mouth in a slow kiss, his tongue swiping across your lower lip as he took his sweet time to taste and explore your mouth like he always did when he wanted to torture you. Eddie swallowed your low gasp, relishing in the soft sounds that escaped you.
Breaking away, Eddie blazed a trail of open-mouthed kisses down the column of your throat, pausing to lave attention on your pulse points as he nibbled right above your collarbone.
Eddie trailed kisses down your chest, making sure to skip your hardened nipples under the soft fabric of your dress, until his face finally hovered above your aching core. Being the obsessed freak that he was, he breathed in your heady scent before shooting you a smug grin.
“Hold on tight, sweetheart.” He placed a soft, lingering kiss on the inside of your thigh as he reached for one of your hands. He gave you a gentle squeeze before placing your hand on the back of his head. “Because I’ll not be going easy on you.”
With an arched, daring eyebrow, he plunged in, tongue delving deep into your slick heat. He lapped and sucked, worshiping you with lips and teeth and tongue until you were a trembling mess, falling backwards until your head hit the pillows behind you.
Your hips bucked involuntarily at the sudden feeling of Eddie sealing his mouth over your swollen clit, flicking the sensitive bundle of nerves rapidly with the tip of his tongue as he slowly plunged a thick finger knuckle-deep into your tight pussy. He pumped and curled his digit, stroking your slick walls until you were fluttering around him.
“A-ah! F-fuck, Eddie—”
He sucked harder on your clit, adding a second finger into you as he thrusted them faster and deeper until you’re shattering with a broken gasp, your release gushing over his chin as he worked you through the aftershocks.
Holding your gaze, Eddie slid his fingers out of you and pushed them into his mouth. His tongue lapped eagerly at them, licking them clean, while his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure at the way you tasted.
After licking his digits clean, he pulled the top part of your dress down until the fabric sat underneath your breasts. Cupping your boobs, he thumbed your hardened nipples teasingly. Eddie’s dark brown eyes locked onto yours as he slowly rolled one hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger, tugging harshly. It made pleasure zing straight to your core, making you squirm underneath him. He lavished the same attention to your other nipple, pinching and tweaking it until he had you begging for more.
“P-please, Eds—”
“As you wish, sweetheart.”
Reaching between your bodies, Eddie pushed his boxers down just enough to free his aching length. The sight of his cock made your mouth water every single time — long, thick mushroom tip, and painfully pink.
He notched the broad tip of his cock against your slit, teasing and probing before sinking into your slick pussy with one powerful thrust.
“Is this what a friend does to you? Huh?” He chuckled darkly as he looked down at you. “C’mon, sweetheart. Answer me.”
“Hmm.” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you bit your lip. “N-no.”
He could swear you were molten silk clutching him tight, stroking his length with each desperate roll of his hips as you met his thrusts.
Eddie pistoned his hips faster, harder, burying himself to the hilt again and again. The room filled with the sound of skin slapping skin, breathy pants and bitten-off curses.
“F-fuck.”
“C’mon, sweetheart. Gimme another one,” He punctuated each word with a sharp snap of his hips, chasing your second release like his life depended on it. “Be a good fucking friend and come on my cock.”
“H-harder, Eds. P-please.”
The desperate, broken plea spurred him on. He grabbed your hips bruisingly tight as he drove into you with ruthless precision, angling to hit that special spot deep inside that always made you scream. The obscene slap of his balls against your ass echoed through the room, while his curly pubes brushing against your swollen clit pulled desperate gasps from your lips.
Your fingers curled into his hair, nails scraping against his scalp before you pulled at his roots, while your other hand raked down his sweat-slicked back. Your leg locked around his waist, heel digging into the plush fat of his ass as you urged him impossibly closer.
“You’re so fucking tight f’me, baby,” he growled, voice wrecked.
“E-Eds, I’m g-gonna—”
Your release crashed over you, white-hot and blinding as you clenched down hard on his aching cock. Your walls puled around him as he continued grinning wolfishly at your open mouth and glassy eyes.
He leaned down to capture your lips in a messy, desperate kiss. Eddie slipped his tongue inside your mouth, bobbing his head as he sloppily sucked on your tongue.
“That’s it, baby,” he rasped. “Just one more, you can do it. I know you can.”
“I-I can’t, Eds,” you whimpered, desperately licking your lips to get rid of the dry feeling. “P-please—”
Eddie trailed open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, down the column of your throat, suckling at your pulse points hard enough to leave marks.
He grabbed at your hips, guiding you to meet each roll with a grind of his own. His breathing was strained as his hips worked feverishly now, chasing that high. Curving one hand around to rub tight circles on your clit, Eddie doubled his efforts, determined to tip you over the edge and watch you fall apart on his cock, crying his name.
Sweat slicked your straining bodies as he plunged into your sloppy heat over and over. The wet squelch of your messy cunt, the lewd slap of flesh, your needy cries — it’s almost too much, even for Eddie.
“That’s it, baby. Soak my fucking cock.” He rasped desperately, fingers flying over your throbbing clit.
Eddie could tell you were close, pussy clenching hard around him, thighs trembling around his pistoning hips.
With a final twist of his wrist, he sent you over the edge with a high pitched, broken moan that somewhat resembled his name. Your pussy fluttered and gushed around him, soaking his thighs with a hot and unexpected jet, clenching so hard on his cock you milked him for all he’s worth.
“Ed-Ed— Fuckfuckfuck.” Your head was tilted back, neck on display and mouth wide open. “Mmpff!”
“Jesus— F-fucking take it,” he gasped, nuzzling into your neck to sink his teeth into your skin.
With stuttering hips, Eddie’s rhythm faltered as the feeling of your squirting pussy drenching him, unravelling the last thread of his control. With one last moan, he buried himself to the hilts pulsing and shuddering as he filled you up, painting your greedy pussy in that addicting sticky, milky white.
Eddie pushed himself up just enough for his gaze to drift lazily to where the two of you were connected, his tired, wide eyes settling on the mess you’d made of the fresh linens, like he’d just witnessed a miracle.
The sight drew a slow grin to his face. He caught his lower lip between his teeth before a quiet, satisfied chuckle escaped him. Reaching up, he gently tapped two fingers against your cheek before letting his hand cradle your face, his thumb brushing softly over your skin as he tipped your chin back towards him.
“So,” he murmured, his fingertips pressing ever so slightly into your cheeks. “Who am I?”
You blinked your eyes open, still dazed, your tongue sweeping absently across your lower lip before you managed a sleepy, satisfied smile.
“M-my boyfriend.”
A smug smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Damn right I am.”
Neither of you spoke much after that. You simply stayed tangled together, basking in each other’s warmth while your breathing gradually slowed and your racing heart settled back into its familiar rhythm.
After a while, Eddie wrapped his arms around you and drew the two of you a warm, well-deserved bath.
He settled into the tub first before gently pulling you back against him, your back resting flush against his chest. One arm stayed securely around your waist while the other slowly worked your favourite soap into a rich lather, his touch gentle as he washed over your arms.
“I love you,” you murmured, resting your head against his shoulder.
“I love you more, sweetheart,” Eddie replied, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your cheek. “But do not ever call me your friend again.”
A giggle escaped you as you nodded. “Deal.”
Some hours later, after Eddie had helped you into one of his oversized t-shirts and patiently combed the tangles from your hair, the two of you found yourselves curled up on the couch, you lazily scrolling through the comments on your TikTok while he started working on a joint.
He’d frowned when you’d told him you were posting it, though the look quickly faded once you explained that the trend was about getting your partner’s reaction — not trying the can of sparkling water that was still sitting forgotten on the kitchen counter.
Eddie, who normally didn’t give a rat’s ass about social media beyond hyping you up in the comments of your Instagram posts, had eventually let his curiosity get the better of him. Leaning over your shoulder, he stretched his neck to get a look at your phone.
Congratulations on your pregnancy girl!
oh, she’s exactly where she wants to be
I’m gonna show you fucking friend???? HELLO???
You couldn’t help the snort that escaped you, while Eddie merely blinked confused at the phone in your hand.
“…Pregnancy?”
“It’s a TikTok thing, babe.”
He frowned a little harder before reading the next comment.
“‘The way he looked at her after she said ‘my boy… friend’, girl I would have folded IMMEDIATELY’.”
A smug grin spread across Eddie’s face as he turned to look at you, a quiet scoff escaping him while hr raised his eyebrows in triumph.
“See? The internet agrees with me.”
You rolled your eyes, though the smile tugging at your lips betrayed you.
Eddie simply looked back down at his hands, carefully finishing the joint he’d promised to roll while the two of you soaked in the bath.
“Shut up.”
A soft chuckle rumbled in his chest. “Make me, sweetheart.”
started this dbf!eddie piece a few days ago when i’d been awake for over 36 hours (ran out of sleep medication), somehow wrote 15k words that don’t suck, and now that im well rested again i just keep looking at word like
seriously considering making coffee rn (it’s almost half past midnight) to finish this
