Soapy

☆ ︶︶︶ ౿ ꣑ৎָ 𞥊 ︶︶︶ ☆ Ꮺ soph 18 ๋࣭ ⭑ she/her જ⁀➴ invincible ೀ cod ೀ batfam .ᐟ ₊˚⊹ ᰔ ︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶︶ ୨♡୧ ︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶︶

[sophsthebest]

ˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝐒𝐨𝐚𝐩𝐲'𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 𝟏𝟖 // 𝐛𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 // 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬, 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 // 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 // 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫! ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

𝐈’𝐦 𝐝𝐲𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐥.

𝐈 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬 𝐢'𝐦 𝐢𝐧, 𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐚𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐚𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦, 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬! (≧◡≦) ♡

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ೃ⁀➷ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐝 ~ 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧

ೃ⁀➷ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

ೃ⁀➷𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

[gossameres]

pairing: peter parker x f. reader

peter parker’s never kissed anyone, and pretending to do it in a closet was just to spare him the humiliation. teaching him the basics? innocent enough. until he starts learning how to touch, how to beg, and how to make you forget it was ever pretend (completed)

warnings: explicit content (18+), mature themes, alcohol usage

genres: college au, fake-dating, friends w. benefits

notes: contains smut! block the tag below to not get it on ur feed! but whew. tony stark and the avengers are alive i say as they drag me back into the white room… set around christmas time bc i like the vibes lol

word count: 61.3k

⭑ indicates explicit content

chapter one, spin the lie

chapter two, lesson one ⭑

chapter three, hook and eye

chapter four, double booked ⭑

chapter five, interferences ⭑

chapter six, standard procedure

chapter seven, ykwim?

chapter eight, tell me when ⭑

chapter nine, talk 2 me

chapter ten, no other heart ⭑

chapter eleven, seven more minutes

[paperheartsofia]

[claudialynq]

Toji but with new wm version

[magscornerstore]

unfortunately im not normal and have to insert myself into every piece of media i consume

[harringtonstar]

Part I - Coming Soon!

really excited to start posting this fic!!

[fictionalblondemalelover]

I'M SO HORNY FOR TIM DRAKE 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[lovethat2211]

Just me who can’t wait for the boys of tommen series to come out so there will be new fanfics??

[pansyfemme]

yes im addicted to attention and orgasms and food and shiny jewlery and 7$ Iced Lattes. does that really not sound like an awesome lifestyle to you

[midnight-pitt-stop]

Dr. Night & Dr. Day — Masterlist!

Total Word Count: 40.0k || AO3 Link!

relationship: abbot x gender-neutral! afab! reader x langdon

Summary:

The worst day of your life is when you, at four o'clock in the goddamn morning, try to play hero and, instead, end up taking a nose-dive out of a second-floor apartment, snapping your leg in two. Your grand prize is a flashy ride to Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center, where you're shipped off to the ER. You meet the night crew, and, most notably, Dr. Abbot, who may actually be flirting with you.

...It's probably the morphine fucking with your memory. Don't fool yourself.

You're quickly shipped off in a cast, never to see Silver-Fox McDreamy again until your dumbass college roommate that you're staying with until your leg heals manages to give herself third-degrees burns. Back to the ER you go, where someone seems all too happy to see you again. Dr. Abbot insists on checking your leg out, even though you're fine, and you both overplay your hand, sharing things that are far too intimate for this setting.

So maybe you meet up for coffee once. Or twice. Or you go back to his place, or yours, and suddenly you're in relationship-limbo with the hot doctor you met 10 months ago.

Okay, cool, no problem. You're not from Pittsburgh. You're not looking for anything serious. Neither is he. It's perfect as is.

Then, one day at ten in the morning, your roommate's dog, who's a day late and a dollar short on his vaccines, takes a chunk out of your leg, causing you to take a header into their coffee table.

(Three ER trips in one year, batting 0-3, you and your roommate are on a roll!)

This is the second worst day of your life, as your roommate comes along this time and cannot help but try to set you up with the doctor that looks like that one dreamy guy from that show, c'mon, you know the one!

You're begging her to call him Dr. Langdon.

After stumbling through that encounter, in which you and the doctor are both equally embarrassed, you decide to be much more careful around dogs, buildings, hot pans of water-

-and then your roommate falls down a flight of stairs after they got their wisdom teeth removed.

You're, unfortunately, given a chance to apologize to Dr. Langdon over your friend's behavior, and you end up inviting him out for a cute little museum date after you two get to talking for a while.

...But it's never just one date with you, is it?

You think you're managing this — whatever you call this — very well. Dr. Night and Dr. Day, as your roommate loving calls them, live two separate lives, as do you.

Nothing serious. All casual. No one needs to get their feelings hurt.

Until you walk into a hotel room — paid for by Abbot, of course — and you find him and Langdon waiting there for you.

...Well, shit.

All content warnings will be given in their respective chapters, but as an overall warning, this fic will eventually lead into a threesome with a gender-neutral! afab! reader :]

Chapter 1: Dr. Night (Abbot) — 7.9k words.

Your two eventful encounters with Dr. Abbot lead to something... interesting sparking between the two of you.

Chapter 2: Dr. Day (Langdon) — 16.7k words.

After spending ten months with Abbot, you think you've got it all figured out. Two trips to the ED later, you realize that you don't. You also realize that you're very attracted to the day shift doctor who's taken care of you and your friend.

Chapter 3: Dr. Night & Dr. Day (Abbot & Langdon) — 15.4k words.

It's been a year since you met Abbot, and two months since you met Langdon. You know you should be honest with both of them about who you're seeing, but for some reason, you can't be; however, someone forces your hand, and the reckoning of your decisions slaps you in the face... but not in the way you expect.

[comfortwriting]

Eddie's Bunny series masterlist

series created on 12th May, 2026

this series is currently ongoing and has weekly updates

pairing: Rockstar!Eddie x PlayboyBunny!Fem!Reader

Summary: One night, LA’s most famous rockstar and his band, Corroded Coffin, attend a party at the Playboy Mansion. You’re a new addition to the long line of bunnies, Eddie doesn’t recognise you at first, but little does he know he’s closer to home than he realises.

warnings: 18+ MDNI smut, drug use, mentions of assault and coercion, showcases the darkside of Playboy, Hugh Hefner is his own warning, more detailed warnings to follow in each individual part.

Prologue: coming soon

Part 1: coming soon

Part 2: coming soon

Part 3: coming soon

Part 4: coming soon

Epilogue: coming soon

comment to be added to the taglist

[munsonstorm]

Miss Possessive

pairing: rockstar!eddie munson x fem! reader x rockstar!gareth emerson

part 1 (if you want context)

word count: 5.4k words

description: you cannot help but be possessive over your boyfriends... wait no, boyfriend. just your boyfriend. not his best friend.

warnings: 18+ content, MDNI, no use of y/n, rockstar au, all participates are 18+, mentions of alcohol and substances, reader is established as eddie's girlfriend, gareth has crush on reader, reader is jealous of every girl and pretty damn mean, voyeurism, drunk sex, gareth is really there just to watch, public sex, dry humping, tons of dirty talk, spanking, fingering, rough unprotected sex, name calling, face grabbing, multiple orgasms, light choking, possessive eddie, creampie, angst at the end

authors note: i listened to miss possessive by tate mcrae too many times. sorry.

how to help palestine ~ dividers by @cafekitsune

“Another tequila soda, sweetheart?”

Your eyes trail up Eddie’s form, your slightly tipsy mind taking in every inch of his outfit. It is not clubbing attire in the slightest, but rockstars did not need to fit into the crowd of half-naked dancing drunks. A small smile creeps across his knowing face as he leans over the table, his face inches from yours. 

Eddie could read you in every situation, and he knows what’s playing in your brain at this very moment. 

You want him so bad. 

The insatiable desire you have felt with him since joining him and Corroded Coffin on tour has taken over your entire being. You can not keep your hands off him. When he’s near, you have to have your hands somewhere on him. Wrapped around his waist, gripping onto his hands and arms as you walked into venues, and even when he was sitting and talking to people, you would lazily wrap your arms around his neck and shoulders from behind. 

You wanted his attention and he did a very good job of indulging. 

And then there was Gareth. 

Him joining the mix was unexpected and you anticipated it to be awkward the next day, but he treated you the same way he always did. Sweet, polite, and always looking out for you in some way. 

There had been times that you could count on one hand when he would eye you a certain way when you wore a tight skirt. Or a slight touch he would press on your lower back when trying to shimmy by you on the tour bus. But nothing ever crossed that strict line in the sand that Eddie drew out for him. 

Eddie did not say anything else about it after that night, simply putting it behind him like it never even happened. You sometimes believe you mocked it up, and it was all just a dream. 

A very hot dream.

“See somethin’ you like?” He asks teasingly as you rub your glossed lips together, distracted by your own thoughts. 

You brush your nose across his, humming your response. “Mhm…”

He presses a kiss to your lips, his tongue swiping across your upper lip to taste your cherry-flavored gloss. You push onto his collarbones, pulling away. He furrows his brows under his swept bangs. “What?”

“Best behavior tonight, remember? We were advised by your manager to not draw too much attention…”

The mid-week meeting consisted of Corroded Coffin’s management targeting public displays of affection that were a bit too graphic to be on the front page of tabloids. So what if Eddie wanted to squish your ass when you two walked around LA, shopping for lingerie? He is not supposed to have a pristine record, he’s a fucking guitarist in a heavy metal band.

As aggravated as you were about it all, you did not want to step on toes. You told them you two would scale it back, much to Eddie’s chagrin. He wanted to tell them to piss off, but ruffling feathers when they were about to drop their sophomore album was not a great idea. 

Eddie nods, pressing a quick kiss to your lips again. “Lemme get us a refill.”

The moment he leaves, Gareth returns to the booth, a pretty blonde thing in tow. You had been watching him make his way through the dance floor all night with Grant. He stood out like a sore thumb, just like Eddie. His raggedy t-shirt and black jeans did not scream lady killer, but you spotted him touching on plenty of girls as he danced with them to sped-up pop songs. 

His girl’s dress was much tighter than yours, her makeup exaggerated, but her hair was perfectly placed on her head, almost like it was a wig. It never moved, even when Gareth slung his arm over her shoulders. 

You sucked up the last bit of your drink, your gaze wandering to the way Gareth rubs small circles into her bare shoulder. A pang of something rushes over your body, and you suddenly feel repulsed by the view of them. 

She must feel your eyes burning into her because she finally flicks her bright blue eyes at you. 

“You are Eddie’s girl, aren’t you?”

Her voice immediately pisses you off. You straighten your spine, leaning over the booth. The dress you decided to wear tonight was a bit too short so the moment you extend your body, you feel the back side of it rise to your mid-buttcheek. 

“The one and only.”

Gareth chuckles at your dryness, turning his gaze towards the bar where Eddie is grabbing your refill and another whiskey straight for himself. You bite the inside of your cheek as the girl’s face lights up at your response. 

“He’s a pretty boy, ain’t he?” She almost questions, even though she knows the answer. From what you can read about this girl from the two shared sentences, she seems to think she’s untouchable. She’s seated next to the drummer of the most popular metal band in the world, she must be the most divine being in the seedy club the boys were insistent on coming to. From her dress, you can tell she spends a pretty penny on her nightclub looks. She thinks she’s hot shit, just by the way she’s leaning back over the table to talk to you. 

She is only asking the question because she wants to test you. See if she can get under your skin. 

You cock your head to the side, condescendingly. “Who are you again?”

“Mad-”

“Right, whatever your name is, I suggest you don’t talk to me like we are friends.”

Gareth is taken aback immediately, and suddenly, you both start speaking your own language with glances. You tap your nails, waiting for Gareth’s friend to respond to you, but she’s rendered speechless. You watch as her hand crosses her own lap and goes to Gareth’s, almost like she’s waiting for him to reprimand you. 

He doesn’t. His eyes are trained on the way your face twinges. He knows you can handle yourself.

Her touches are so aggressive, it sends your head spinning. You had been watching Gareth dance on other girls all night, but when it is the girl initiating the behavior, the jealousy creeps across your skin. You cannot pull your gaze away from where her hand rests on him. 

“I don’t wanna step on any toes-” Her voice is unsteady, trying to remain calm under your deadly glare. You tap your long nails on the marble table top before you bring your hand up in a stop gesture. 

“Then don’t. Keep your eyes off of him.”

Gareth cannot help the smirk that spreads across his face the moment you hush her. He was not expecting you to be so brutal to the girl, but it is very reminiscent of when you took control of his sexual encounter with that groupie on the tour bus. 

You had a dominant streak. Which was so hot.

Eddie places your glass directly in front of you, sliding next to you in the booth. Perfect timing.

The girl’s pupils dilate the moment she looks at him, causing that pit in your stomach to grow and spread through your body. 

If looks could kill, you would be wanted for the murder of some random Valley Girl. 

Eddie looks at Gareth questioningly, but he just shrugs in response. 

You reel in your resting face, finally smiling and straightening your head towards the girl. “Where did I say to keep those eyes, hun?”

Her face drops the moment you yell over the music, “I’m sorry?”

“Where did I tell you to keep your eyes?” You hassle her with the smile painted on your face, which only adds to the fear spreading across her face. The sudden uncertainty and lack of confidence spilling out of her fills your chest with unbridled joy. “My boyfriend. Are you looking at him?”

She tries to scrape together a sentence, but her bright pink pout spills out jumbled words. “I-I have e-eyes.”

“I-I,” You mock, “Yeah, you should use them and look somewhere else. Maybe the floor, or the ceiling, or anywhere but the people at this booth.”

Eddie’s eyes widen, his hand gripping your thigh under the table. At the same time, his elbow nudges your side, trying to grab your attention. But you are lasered in on her, and in a beat, on Gareth. 

He looks mystified by your words, his bottom lip slightly parted from his upper. 

It’s the same expression he gave you when he told you to keep your eyes open when was making that groupie cum on his cock weeks ago. 

You had to admit, the alcohol was making you bold, but the moment he made eyes at you, something switched inside you. You realize you needed his attention, too. He was yours for the taking.

The girl glances over at Gareth the moment he licks his lips at you. 

You finally look away while he deals with the girl’s inquiries, your eyes finally looking up at your boyfriend. His jaw is slack, his hand still tightened on your bare thigh. The brown in his eyes looks so dark, even when the flashing lights swoop over his face. You could tell he was not happy with the exchange with Gareth just moments before. 

You grab your drink, squeezing the lime into the clear cocktail, trying to distract yourself from looking at Gareth across the booth. Eddie’s eyes are locked on the side of your face; you can sense him. 

His breath fans your neck and earlobe out of nowhere. “Are you insane?”

The lime juice drops down your fingers as you clench it between your pointer and thumb. Your face twitches at his question, unsure if a response would get you in more trouble. 

You drop the lime in the drink and use the straw to swirl it around. You lick your fingers clean, letting the sourness of the lime settle on your taste buds.

You were usually pretty possessive of Eddie, especially with random girls backstage at shows. You were never fond of watching them touch him, flirt with him, and in some cases, just look at him in certain ways. But it was a part of the job, so you would suck it up and hours later make him fuck you while he repeated that he was all yours and no one else’s. 

The girl started talking about Eddie first, which already did not sit right with you. When the excitement spread across her face when he sat back down, you physically could not help yourself.

But Gareth? 

Why were you making eyes at him? Why were you disgusted watching him cuddled up with this girl? Was it just because it was her, or was it something else entirely?

You bring the straw to your lips and take a sip before finally replying to Eddie. 

“I don’t like the way she talks about you.” You peer at her now practically hidden face as you say it. She is positioning her face in Gareth’s curls, whispering something in his ear. His arm is no longer behind her shoulders as his hands are now folded over the table in contemplation. Eddie’s palm rubs up your thigh, dangerously high. 

Your face twitches when his fingers grope your inner thigh, the coldness of his rings sending goosebumps across your skin. You take another sip of your drink, slurping it a bit, which catches Gareth’s attention. 

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Gareth’s voice is crackling a bit; not sure if he can get away with calling you by a nickname. Eddie’s motions completely halt when he hears his bandmate’s question. 

It must have been the girl’s tipping point because her eyes roll to the back of her head. She grips the edge of the table and slides away from Gareth, her high heels clacking against the concrete floors of the club as she practically runs from the table. 

“What the fuck is going on? What did I just walk into?” Eddie interrogates, his eyes flickering between you and Gareth. You start to bounce your leg and take your bottom lip between your teeth. 

Eddie knows when you are lying, so that was out of the question. 

“Your girl likes to drive other girls away from me, it seems,” Gareth states, flicking his curls a bit out of his face.

He leans over the table, his long silver chain dragging across the table. Your mind instantly starts to imagine it dangling above you-

Eddie slaps your thigh, demanding your attention. “Why?”

You do not have an actual reasonable explanation for him, so you put your drink down on the table and shrug. 

“Just looking out for my boys.”

You shift yourself in the booth to face Eddie. His hand slips off your thigh and your dress rides up completely over your ass, onto your hips. You can hear Gareth scoff across the table, his presence pulling back to lean against the cushion of the booth. Eddie’s eyes widen at your response and you can tell you did not answer correctly. You were testing boundaries with Eddie, but your drunk self did not quite grasp that and the possible consequences. You were honest, at least. 

“Your boys?”

The suddenness of Eddie’s next movements makes you yelp. He manhandles you onto his lap, wedging you between his chest and the large sprawling table. You are still facing Gareth, but your arms are locked behind your back. Eddie’s dark chuckle behind you sends chills up your spine. 

“You need to remember who you belong to, princess. And it’s not him.”

You gulp, feeling the wetness pooling between your thighs already. You were already expecting to be in his lap like this tonight, but not in the middle of the club, right in front of Gareth. 

His warm hands release your arms, now creeping to your front. They trace up your body, creeping up your sides all the way to your chest. When they fondle your tits, your head falls back onto his shoulder and your hips shift in place. 

“Say it,” He whispers into your neck, his hair tickling your collarbones, “Tell Gare that you’re mine and only mine.”

You just moan, trying to gain any sort of friction on his lap. 

Gareth is hypnotized by you two. It should be something he looks away from, but watching you two mess around is better than any porn he’s ever watched. 

You tilt your head forward in defiance, not indulging Eddie in the words he wants you to say out loud. You tighten your lips together, pursing them a bit as you focus on Gareth. The shifting lights beam through the curtains and spread across his face, highlighting the sly tipping of his head. 

Eddie’s right hand continues to grapple at your boob as the other one travels between your legs. Your bottom half is covered by the table so Gareth cannot see where his hand lands, but he has a very good idea where his fingers are. 

Eddie finally looks towards Gareth’s ravenous eyes, not catching the man’s eyes because they are locked on yours. 

He could not stand it anymore. 

Never happening again. He told Gareth that. And now he is looking at you like you are his next meal. And you? You have been nothing but stubborn lately. Usually, you are a puddle in his hands, but you have been extra greedy lately. Deep down, he knew he spoiled you a bit too much with the threesome and now was reaping the consequences. It irked him but he knew he had to put you both in your respective places. 

He would show you both who’s in control here.

Eddie’s groping is no longer hidden the moment he scoots you around the crescent-shaped booth. Gareth’s body is cemented to the same spot as Eddie’s hands slide between your thighs, spreading your knees apart. Your panties are soaked through, and you can tell by the look on Gareth’s face that it’s taking everything within him not to reach out and touch you. 

You place one foot up on the booth, your toes almost touching Gareth’s thigh, while your other leg is held in place between Eddie’s spread lap. 

“Soaked through your panties, hm?” Eddie’s fingers trace the hem of your underwear before sliding through the fabric with his pointer and middle finger. Him gathering the slick through your panties is enough stimulation to have you throwing your head back in pleasure. 

When his digits hook around the material, revealing your glistening cunt to Gareth, you cannot help but moan at his reaction. He takes the panties, tucking them in his pocket as your hips rock back and forth. 

You swear you see drool dribble down his bottom lip the moment Eddie’s fingers plunge into your sopping cunt. You can hear how wet you are over the music, your hips jerking forward to get Eddie to move inside you. 

He’s taking his time, dragging his digits in and out of you teasingly. You increase your movements forward, which leads Eddie to pulling his fingers out of you completely and slapping your inner thigh hard.

“Stop being greedy, princess,” He warns, his voice husky and rough, “When has that ever gotten you anywhere?”

He clamps his arm down over your leg, barring you from moving that leg as he brings his attention back to your pussy. He drags his fingers in and out of you, spreading around your juices like he’s finger painting through your slit. 

Gareth refuses to look away, grabbing his drink from the table and slamming it down. The burn he feels is suddenly replaced with pure ice the moment Eddie starts slapping your cunt, looking down your body as he does. 

“You know, you,” Eddie says, increasing in the pace of his swats at your cunt, “You never did what I asked you to do, princess.”

You bite your lip, knowing exactly what he wants from you. 

“Make me cum, please-” He presses his nose against the side of your head, his mouth right above your ear. “Tell drummer boy you’re fucking mine. I won’t ask you again.”

You let out a long sigh. You are all Eddie’s, there’s no doubt about that. But you craved what he would give you if you were defiant. Lately, his adamance and pure dominance over you has been the adding fuel to the hottest sex you two have ever had. You loved being a brat and having him set you straight. 

But this act was all being done in front of his friend. You knew you had some power imbalances with this situation and it could get hairy very quickly. 

So you submit. 

You turn to Gareth, eyes boring into his dark blue eyes. “I’m Eddie’s. Only his.”

Eddie’s groan kickstarts the quickest orgasm you have ever had from his fingers. He sinks into you, hooking his pointer and middle finger inside your dripping hole. His fingers instantly begin the ‘come hither’ motion as his thumb swipes across your swollen clit. You are holding onto whatever can keep you from sliding out of the booth seat, and somehow, Gareth’s body has moved close enough for you to hold onto his knee. 

The fire within you erupts the moment Eddie moves his fingers in the perfect tandem, touching you right there. 

Your chest heaves, your mind goes blank, and your breath leaves your body. Your nails dig into Gareth’s kneecap as your body practically goes limp and falls forward. Eddie’s arm wraps around your midsection, chuckling darkly to himself.

He does not let you recover from your insane high before he’s repositioning you up on his lap again. Your legs get locked between his thighs, closing them together tightly. In the time your eyes were screwed shut in pleasure just moments before, Eddie had already pulled his hard cock out of his skinny jeans. 

“He’s gonna watch. And only watch. He’s not touching my girl,” Eddie says with gritted teeth.

The moment your ass brushes across it, your hazy mind makes the connection that you are about to fuck him in a public club while his bandmate watches. 

The riskiness of it gets your adrenaline pumping. If anyone were to peek into the VIP area, they would see you placed on Eddie’s lap, dress over your hips as both your faces are twisted in pleasure. 

What a headline that would make! 

He readies his cock by spitting in his hand and stroking it for a moment. You shake your ass over his lap, your eyes locked on Gareth’s completely spent appearance. His hands are practically twitching, itching to touch you somehow. 

But you were not the only possessive one. 

Gareth wanted you bad and he has since the moment he sunk into you. But you were obviously off-limits and Eddie made that very clear. Hell, he was making it so abundantly clear now, he would fuck you in front of him just to prove so. 

So instead, Gareth was always subtle with his passes towards you. The moment you were around, he usually cleared the area of women because you were the only one he found himself fixated on. He knew he could not give those women the same attention when you were in his presence. 

He so badly wanted tonight to be different. Distract himself with tons of alcohol, dancing, and women. But there you were, sitting all lonesome waiting for your knight and shining armor to return. He would be lying if he did not notice the way you looked at him the moment he sat down with, Maria? Maddie?

It was the alcohol, you told yourself. It was Eddie touching you. It was the pulse of the club and bass drops in the music. 

It was not your feral desire to fuck Gareth again.

Eddie being adamant about Gareth only being allowed to watch was maddening. You wanted more hands. More kisses. More stimulation. And Gareth was a good provider of all those things. 

Eddie grasps at your waist, slowly easing you down onto his cock. You cannot help but grip the edge of the table, tilting your body towards Gareth’s frame. 

You hover over Eddie enough that he can shift his hips upward and shallowly fuck into your soaked cunt. The stretch is always delicious, the feeling even better than you remember. Even if you two fucked a couple hours before, it still felt like the first time. His cock just fits so snugly inside you, you sometimes pray he could stay there all the time. 

While Eddie focuses on thrusting up into you, you slap the table in front of Gareth, shaking the drinks in front of him.

“Talk to me,” You plea, your fingers spreading out towards him. If he can not touch you, he can at least talk you through it.

The sinful smile that spreads across his face almost makes you clench around Eddie’s length. 

“Such a dirty girl,” He practically shouts. It’s almost as if the music is getting louder to prevent people from hearing the pornographic scene happening behind some sheer curtains. “You want me to talk to you while Eddie fucks that pussy, hm?”

His condescending tone is enough to make your head spin. He slides a bit closer to you two, his eyes flickering down to how Eddie is snapping his hips up into your squelching cunt. 

The plea you make towards him turns his attention back to your twisted expression. “Please, please just talk.”

Eddie’s pace quickens, his grip on you becoming tighter. He grumbles something like while he swats your bare ass, “Such a slut.”

Gareth chuckles dryly, “Isn’t she, Eds? Just a dirty little slut that loves her hole stuffed, hm? Doesn’t matter when or where.”

You cannot help the sounds that escape you. The moans grow louder and louder, especially when Eddie stops to lift your leg back up onto the booth. The position allows him to slip his hand right between your folds, toying with your swollen clit. 

It’s not lost on Gareth how overstimulated you are, he can see directly into your soul with those steely blue eyes.

“Just fucked out on Eddie’s cock, huh, sweetheart?”

You nod quickly in tandem with Eddie’s fingers swiping across your folds as his pace increases, “Yes, oh my god, yes.”

“You just can’t help yourself, can you? I can hear you moaning almost every night on the bus, begging to cum. Poor baby has to beg.” 

The way he’s mocking you makes the coil inside your stomach pulsate for a moment. You cannot help yourself, springing into an action you may regret later. You grab onto Gareth’s arm, pulling it forward and up to your throat. 

Eddie wants to stop it, but he can feel your pussy clenching around him and he wants to make you cum over and over, all in front of his stupid fucking friend. The point he needs to prove, for some reason, is taking priority over his rules of Gareth not touching you. 

While Gareth laughs at your desperation, his fingers tighten around your windpipe. 

“I just know that cunt of yours is milking Eddie’s cock, just like it did mine,” Gareth whispers as your face tilts away from him. He tugs on your throat, snapping your eyes back onto his. You are right on the edge, the teetering now turning into falling. “Make a mess on his lap, sweetheart. Look at me as you cum. Go on.”

The pressure Eddie puts on your clit throws you into overdrive. You instinctively want to close your legs, but Eddie has a strong hold on your left thigh, opening you up. The hold Gareth has on your throat only intensifies, his rings indented on the edges of your neck. As much as you want to keep your eyes on Gareth, the pleasure makes your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your mouth hangs wide as shaky moans pour out of you like a gushing fountain. Eddie does not stop his assault on your cunt as your white hot climax settles in your stomach. 

When your vision returns, Gareth has the most twisted look on his face. His hand slowly creeps up your throat, resting on your chin. You are finally able to inhale a big breath as Eddie holds you still on his lap while he catches his breath for a moment. 

Eddie lifts you off his lap, tearing you away from Gareth’s grasp. You have never been so forcibly pushed onto a tabletop, but somehow Eddie flops you onto your back, making almost every drink spill onto the floor or marble. It wobbles a bit as you stare up at Eddie, propping yourself onto your elbows. 

“Dude, what the f-”

Gareth cannot even finish his sentence before Eddie shoots daggers at him. “Shut the fuck up.”

He wants Gareth to watch him fuck you intimately. Eye contact. Hands everywhere. Him being the only one talking you through it. He wants Gareth to see you cum by his hand and only his hand. He wants Gareth to realize that he in no way has any ownership of you. You were his. And only his.

Just because Gareth got a taste of you before, does not give him any upper hand now.

Eddie’s grip has you shimmying your hips to the edge of the table as his left-hand pumps his cum covered shaft. He stands up, pushing the table back a couple of inches, making sure he had enough room to stand and fuck you. 

You grab at his shirt, trying to gain his focus but he slips his cock back inside you without even looking at you and suddenly your stomach is twisting. You're still sensitive from the previous orgasm, but Eddie does not care. He sets a sudden and brutal pace, grabbing the hem of his shirt from you so it does not cover up the view of you all sprawled out in front of him. He smiles watching himself disappear inside you, it seems so picturesque. 

His eyes finally seek out yours and a smirk creeps across your lips. “God, you feel so good.”

The hand that is not hooked on your hips, trails to your lower pelvis. He applies some subtle pressure to that spot as he grinds into you, “Yeah? You feel me there, baby?”

You almost forgot Gareth is still seated right beside you until you hear him croak out, “Jesus.”

You do not dare break eye contact with Eddie as he brings the bottom of his shirt up to his teeth, bearing down on the fabric. You drop down onto your shoulders, your arms reaching the edge of the table. 

“Are you gonna answer me, sweetheart? Or do you only answer to Gareth?”

The bite in Eddie’s tone makes you shudder. “Yes, baby. I feel you right there.”

You hold his palm down on your stomach, which only encourages him to go faster and feel his cockhead push against you from the inside. 

“I’m gonna fill that pussy up,” Eddie rambles, throwing his head back to regain some sort of composure as he dirty talks to you, “You like that, huh? You like walking around with my cum dripping down your leg?”

Gareth’s breathing hitches and you can hear it the moment Eddie’s groans turn into grunts, chasing his own high. Your eyes trail over to Gareth as you feel Eddie’s cock twitch inside you after one particularly sharp thrust. You just lie there, completely fucked out of your mind. The moment Eddie’s hips slow down, you peer back over at him. 

The way his shirt is tucked up, revealing his toned pale tummy. The sweat is dripping down his forehead from the curls that are usually brushed across his forehead. His jaw is slightly unhinged as he empties himself inside you. The lighting of the venue only adds to the sensuality of it all. You would love to see him like this every day for the rest of your life. 

But the moment he finishes, he abruptly pulls out of you, cum instantly dribbling on the table. 

You are taken aback. Your body still feels like jello as you manage to push yourself up onto the balls of your hands. Eddie wastes no time at all, tucking is dick back into his jeans and stepping away from in between your legs. You tilt your head towards him, trying to catch his eyes, but he will not even look in your direction.

“What’s wrong-”

“Can’t even fuckin’ look at me when I finish inside you. Fuckin’ insane.”

You shake your head, your brain almost malfunctioning from being completely dazed by your multiple orgasms, on top of the alcohol you slammed down not too long ago. You do not understand what he is talking about besides the brief glance you shot over at Gareth when he made a noise. 

Before you can even respond to him, Gareth is standing up and coming to your defense. 

“Bro, it wasn’t like that-” “Shut the fuck up,” He puts his hand up at Gareth, completely disregarding the beginning of his sentence, “I need to go have a cigarette. Please don’t follow me.”

You sit up completely, your bare ass touching the table top as you slide down onto your feet. 

“Baby, you know it wasn’t like that.”

He is already half out of the booth as his body fully turns towards you, “Bullshit.”

And he walks away, pushing the curtain completely away from disguising the booth from the outside crowd. You feel sick to your stomach, a wave of guilt and nauseating self-pity washing over you. You close your eyes, taking a deep breath. 

“This cannot happen again,” Gareth remarks, making his way to the edge of the booth, “Better yet… I don’t think I should talk to you anymore.”

Your heart sinks to your ass, sobering up completely due to the situation that’s unfolding all around you. 

“Gareth, don’t be ridiculous.”

He stops you, standing up and shaking his head dramatically, “No, what’s ridiculous is that we let this happen again. I’m not… I’m not disrespecting Eddie again. So whatever… things you felt about me. Or us. It’s not real and it’s not happening again.”

“Gare-”

“Have a good rest of your night, sweetheart."

[allycat004]

More Than Friends || Eddie Munson

ꨄ Summary: You’re Eddie Munson’s best friend who he is overprotective of. When you start dating someone it starts to become too much for you, so you head over to his trailer to confront him. The confrontation ends up taking a turn and things go elsewhere...

ꨄ Warnings: smut with some plot, cursing, unprotected sex, choking, some teasing, praise kink, cute/fluffy ending, and breif cockwarming.

ꨄ Pairing: best friend!eddie munson x female reader

ꨄ wc: 2.9k

ꨄ Author's note: Hi everyone, it's been a hot minute. So, I hope you enjoy!

©allycat004 please do not steal, copy, reuse, translate, or repost my work.

Growing up in a small town has a lot of charm to it, but also it can have a lot of lackluster to it as well. Everyone knows everyone and word tends to spread a whole lot faster than it should. Your choice of friends can also make things harder for whatever reason that may be. That being said, I’ve grown up with Eddie Munson by my side for as long as I can remember. Outside of being best friends with the proclaimed “freak”, I have a pretty good social status. However, since I started seeing someone, things have started to get weird between Eddie and I. He’s always been overprotective, but it has never been this bad before. 

On occasion I catch him giving Devin dirty looks from the corner of my eye and sometimes he’ll just be straight up glaring at him. Today, I caught him staring down Dev until he backed away from me and let go of my hand. There have been times when he’ll sit between the both of us when we spend time together. This behavior has been going on for almost over a month and I’ve decided that enough is enough and that I have to talk to him about it once and for all. 

After parking outside of his trailer, I kill the engine to the car and get out; slamming the car door behind me. I walk up to the door and knock then wait for a moment, when he doesn’t answer. I start pounding on the door in case he can’t hear me due to whatever he’s doing. It only took a few seconds of my slamming my fist against the door for him to finally answer and open the door. “Is there any particular reason why you’re beating the crap out of my front door?” he asks while propping one of his arms up against the doorframe to lean on it. 

“Simple, you were taking your sweet ass time to answer” I replied as I slightly pushed him aside then stepped into the trailer. “Yeah, okay.. you can come in.” he said then followed behind me after closing the door. Ignoring his sarcasm, I headed to his room then sat on his bed with my arms crossed. He walked in and leaned against the doorframe, mirroring me by crossing his arms. “What’s with the sour mood and all the attitude you have going on?” he asked with a raised brow. I scoffed while shaking my head and looking down at my shoes before looking back up at him. 

“What is your problem with Devin?” I asked while looking him in the eyes and he looked off to the side, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue. He was quiet for a second then met my gaze again, “I don’t have a problem with him.” Eddie said. I stared at him blankly before I laughed at him, humorlessly. “That is such bullshit and you know it, I saw the way you tensed up when I said his name,” I replied as I stood up and took a step closer to him. He just looked down at me while shaking his head at me. I groan in frustration while getting up and put my hands on top of my head along with starting to rock back and forth on my heels. “Fucking spit it out, you’ve been nothing but a pain in the ass for over a month when it comes to him and I’m sick of this shit,” I said while my voice slightly raised due to how frustrated I was, but despite how I felt I was met with nothing but silence once again. 

“Great, more silence.. just what I wanted from you.” I say with a scoff then deciding that I’ve had enough of this because it was going nowhere, I try to push past him to leave. Before I can even get one foot out of the bedroom he grabs onto my upper arm then pulls me back into the room and starts walking me backwards to the bed. “Eddie, what the hell-“ I don’t even get to finish my sentence because once the backs of my legs hit the edge of the bed, he gently pushes me to sit back down. I go quiet as I watch him squat down in front of me and make eye contact. “You want to know why I can’t stand him so much?” he quietly asked while slightly tilting his head to the left. I furrowed my brows while I tried to get a read on him based on his facial expression, but I couldn’t. “Yes” I replied while sighing a little and relaxed my shoulders a bit. 

“I have a problem with him because he’s in my way.” Eddie said then he inched his face closer to mine. I just stared at him out of confusion, not knowing what to say while he reached forward and tucked some of my hair behind my ear. “What are you talking about Eddie, what do you mean by in your way?” I asked while laughing nervously. He smiled at me then pulled back slightly only to lean up to my ear and whisper, “I like you, I always have.” Eddie pulled away from me again but this time it was because he stood up. While trying to make sense of it all I could hear my heartbeat in my ears and was trying to slow down my breathing. All of this being so strange yet refreshing because the more I thought about it, the more it made sense. The only thing that wasn’t making sense was why I wanted him to be that close to me again. 

After sitting there for a moment, I stood up and looked up at him “You can’t though, this can’t be happening… I have Devin-” I stopped talking because he placed a hand on each side of my face. “If I haven’t made it clear already… I don’t give a fuck about him, I’m not messing up my chance to have you again.” He said and before I could even get another word out, he kissed me. Instead of pushing away like I should’ve, I kiss him back because deep down I’ve always liked him. I was just scared of ruining the friendship we have. He ended up wrapping an arm around my waist and pulled me closer then picked me up and walked over to the bed. Before I knew it, I was laying down with him on top of me. Eddie gently bit my lower lip causing me to whimper in response and I felt him smirk against my lips while one of his hands slowly slid up my thigh and skirt. 

He pulled back before continuing any further, “Do you want this or do you want me to stop?” he asked and I shook my head while trying to pull him back in. Eddie slightly chuckled, “I need you to use your words, baby.” he said and it made me feel like all the air in my lungs had vanished. I pulled myself together as much as I could before responding, “Yes, I want this and no… I don’t want you to stop.” I replied and that was all he needed to hear because after that his hand slid further up my skirt while he started kissing me again. I sat up a bit and took my shirt off then laid back down and pulled him closer to me while his hand dipped into my underwear, causing me to gasp. Eddie took that as an opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth and I hummed while he slightly groaned. 

His fingers slowly started to rub gently circles against my clit, making me shudder and whimper. Eddie went and started kissing my neck while using his freehand to reach underneath my back to unclasp my bra. I slid the straps down and pulled it off then tossed it elsewhere in the room which made him chuckle quietly. He kissed his way down to my tits then slowly flicked his tongue over one of my nipples causing me to moan slightly and squirm. “You’re so fucking pretty, baby.” he said before taking my nipple into his mouth and gently biting down on it and I moaned in response while arching into him. While he kept using his mouth to tease my breasts he took the finger that he was using to play with my clit and used it to rub against my entrance. “I- Eddie, please..” I whimpered while spreading my legs a little. “Please, what sweetheart?” He asked while continuing to tease me. “I- I need more… please just… please touch me.” I begged which made him hum in approval. He then slowly pushed two fingers inside of me, making me moan. While he started to move them in and out of me, I started to roll my hips. “That’s it, ride my hand darling.” He said as he used his thumb to continue rubbing slow, tight circles against my clit. 

When I started to move my hips faster, he picked up the pace with his fingers and started kissing his way down my abdomen to between my thighs. My pussy ended up clenching around his fingers, causing me to whimper and I felt him smirk against my inner thigh. He started to take my underwear off with his freehand and I helped him by lifting my hips off the bed slightly while using one of my hands to help push them down. When I went to try and remove my skirt, he gently grabbed my wrist and stopped me. “Leave it on for now, baby.” he said before dipping his head down and before even giving me the chance to respond, I felt his tongue gently flick against my clit. “O- oh fuck-.. mm..” I whimpered more while my legs trembled a little and I reached down, putting one of my hands in his hair feeling some of his curls wrap around my fingers as I pulled him closer. 

Eddie groaned in response then wrapped his lips around my clit and started to gently suck on it. I loudly moaned while arching my back and draping my legs over his shoulders. He then slightly curls his fingers, hitting my g-spot causing my pussy to clench around his fingers once again making me moan more. “E- Eddie, I- I’m close-..” I started to say before he sucked on my clit a bit harder while slipping a third finger inside me, making me whimper and pant. “Come on pretty girl, you got it… go ahead and come for me.” he said while pumping his fingers in and out of me at a pace that was even faster than before. That was all it took for me to tip over the edge and let go all over his fingers. He slowed down the movements of fingers to help me through it before he pulled them away from me, making me whimper.  I watched him bring his fingers to his lips and put them in his mouth, sucking them clean while groaning. Eddie released them with a pop then got off the bed to undress while I laid there, catching my breath. 

I shamelessly let my eyes roam over him while he undressed and bit my lip. He got onto the bed and hovered over me, settling himself between my legs once more. His hands went for my skirt and started to take it off me, once it was off it joined the rest of my clothes that had been thrown to the bedroom floor. Eddie let his eyes wander and roam all over me, “Fuck… you’re so beautiful, it’s unreal.” he said, making me blush a bit. “Thank you.” I replied with a sigh then reached up and carefully ran one of my hands through his curls, making him smile. He leaned down then kissed me while I wrapped my arms around his neck and he grabbed one of my legs and had it wrap around his waist. I felt his cock slide through my folds and I gasped a little, making him chuckle. “What is it baby?” he asked as he pulled back then grabbed his cock and rubbed the tip against my entrance. He then had it slip in a little, making me whimper before pulling away. “Is it this, is this what you want, hm?” Eddie asked while slipping the head of his cock inside me again while I moaned and squirmed, my pussy clenched around it trying to get him to sink into more. 

He tsked while shaking his head as he pulled out of me and I whined. “Use your words, if you ask me nicely… maybe I’ll give you what you want.” He said, slightly smirking at me as he squirmed a bit. “Come on Eddie, pleaseee…” I desperately whined which caused him to chuckle as he rubbed himself against me again. “Please… what?” Eddie asked as he tilted his head and I shakily sighed, blushing a bit. “P- please… fuck me..” I said while making eye contact with him and he smirked. “Good girl.” he replied and then slowly slid his cock inside me, inch by inch. I moaned loudly as I felt him slowly stretching me out and he groaned, “Holy shit, y- you feel so good… you’re so tight, baby- fuck.” Once he was fully inside me, he gave me a moment to adjust to his size. I whimpered a bit while I moved my hips just a little, “Y- you can move now, please… please move.” I said then he slowly pulled all the way out of me, but before I could protest, he thrusted all the way back into me and we both moaned. 

Eddie did it once more before he settled into a slow pace while also being rough at the same time. “That’s it, sweetheart… you’re doing so good.. taking me so well.” he said then leaned down and started kissing my neck while I moaned and held onto his shoulders. He started to pick up his pace while continuing to roughly thrust into me. I whimpered and moaned while trying to move my hips to meet his thrusts, but then he grabbed my other legs and wrapped it around his waist. He sunk deeper into me, bottoming out and I gasped, “O- oh my fucking god- Eddie!” I cried out and he smirked against my neck before gently biting it. I felt him slowly lick over the spot on my neck he had just bit then he pulled back a bit to look at me. “Yes, baby?” He replied as he gently wrapped one of his hands around my throat then lightly squeezed, causing me to clench around him and he groaned. 

“You’re so pretty like this darling, all nice and full of my cock.” Eddie said as he used his thumb to drag my lower lip down then let go of it and watched it snap back into place. He then rolled his hips in a way that made me see stars and I just moaned in response while throwing my head back. “D- don’t stop.. please..” I said through whimpering and he chuckled. “Don’t worry, baby.. I don’t plan on it.” he replied before his thrusts got rougher than they were before and all I could do was loudly moan. It didn’t take long before he started to hit my g-spot over and over, turning me into a moaning, whimpering mess while my legs started to shake. Eddie squeezed my throat again,a little harder this time while his freehand slid down between us and between my legs. He used his thumb to rub against my clit in fast, small circles which caused my pussy to clench around his cock and he groaned. 

“E- Eddie, I’m gonna- oh fuck.. I’m going to-” I cut myself off with a moan, not being able to completely think straight. “Go ahead, baby… come all over me and soak my cock.” he said while groaning and pressing his thumb down on my clit. Before my mind could process and catch up with my body, I came while crying out his name. My pussy tightly clenched around him as my back arched off the bed while my thighs trembled. Eddie let out a deep, guttural groan as he continued to roughly thrust into me, drawing out my orgasam. “Such a good girl, making a mess all over me.” he then moaned and groaned as he thrust into me a couple more times. I felt him throb inside of me before he came, filling me up. Eddie caught his breath then placed one hand on one of my hips then slid one of his arms underneath my back and carefully clipped us around, laying down with me laying on top of him. He held me close, keeping himself buried inside me. 

I rested my head against his chest and he began to play with my hair. “So… does this mean you’re going to break up with him?” He asked and I slightly chuckled. “Wow, really subtle Munson.” I replied, making him laugh. “It’s a genuine question.” Eddie said then kissed the top of my head, making me smile. “Yes Eddie, yes I’m going to break up with him.” I replied while looking up at him. “Good… good because you’re mine now and I’m not letting you go.” He said then kissed my forehead and I chuckled then buried my face in the crook of his neck.

ꨄ end note: This was inspired by an imagine I posted months ago. I had such a fun time writing it and I hope you enjoyed it!

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[comfortwriting]

anonthebanished - eddie munson x f!harrington wife!reader

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pairing: eddie munson x f!harrington's wife!reader

summary: when your husband, Steve, leaves you sexually neglected for another business trip, you meet up with stranger from a chatroom for a one-time hookup... but the stranger on the other side of the screen is closer to home than you thought.

warnings: 18+ mdni, car sex, piv sex, unprotected sex, cheating, hair pulling, can't think of anything else, didn't proofread.

fun fact: tiny reference of my two series in here (those who read them will get it lol)

word count: 3.4k

anonthebanished: so... r u sure u wanna do this??

You stared at your computer screen and then back at your keyboard, the pads of your fingertips lingering over the keys. 

You knew that this was wrong, talking and masturbating with an anonymous man in a chatroom on the other side of the screen, but you were lonely, miserable, and so fucking desperate to be touched... to be wanted.

Steve had been away for three weeks, almost four, on a business trip. He was always working, no longer making time for you and the life you were supposed to be building together, and you were missing him. Severely. You craved his soft touch and warm embraces, the sex, the late-night conversations and relaxing showers together. The distance started to make you loathe your husband.

tickledpink: yeah.

tickledpink: unless you're having second thoughts?

anonthebanished: no! no! i wanna do this,  just haven't met anyone irl b4

tickledpink: I haven't either, it'll be ok. 

tickledpink: my husband is away for a week, you can come over anytime.

On the other side of the screen, Eddie sighed and rubbed his face with his rough, large hands in frustration. Eddie was a regular in the online chat rooms, chatting with lonely women who struggled to date when he wasn't trying to find a backup drummer for Corroded Coffin. 

When the two of you matched, he didn't want to leave out of fear he'd lose you. You were different, not needy for love, but needy for sex. Eddie wasn't used to a woman being so open, direct, and not afraid to take control. 

The two of you were planning to meet after the first week of late-night pillow-typing but something always got in the way, your mother-in-law visiting after Steve insisted, just to make sure you were doing okay, and then Eddie's paycheque being swallowed up by his debts. 

He was so close, hopeful that you'd meet halfway, at some motel, but he had lost his opportunity. Again. 

anonthebanished: I can't drive up

anonthebanished: my van is fcked

Should've fixed my fuckin' van. So stupid.

anonthebanished: maybe halfway at motel? can get dropped off. 

tickledpink: no, it's ok. I can drive. 

tickledpink: I'll come to you. 

tickledpink: In my husbands car. lol. 

Eddie's eyes widened as he began to cough on the cigarette smoke he was blowing out into the air. He hesitated for a moment, catching his breath before dampening his lips with his tongue, his dick hardening in his pants at the thought of you coming to him, on him, with him. 

anonthebanished: fck yeah. when?

tickledpink: tomorrow?

Eddie's dick twitched and he slipped his hand into his boxers, his hand clamping around the base of his shaft. He quickly typed back using the middle finger of his non-dominant hand, the cigarette still resting between his teeth.

anonthebanished: plz. need u already. here's my address. 

"She really wants me, huh?" He grunted, slowly stroking himself, "Well, she can come and get me."

Your heart almost stopped at his address. 

Hawkins. He's local. He's more than local. He's a fucking half-hour walk away.

Are you fucking kidding me?

You stared at your screen, quickly grabbed a scrap of paper, and scribbled down his address. You knew the address already; realistically, you didn't need to write it down, but you did so anyway, it would be the only way you knew this had happened for real and not some warped fever dream.

Biting your bottom lip, your stomach flutters yet drops at the same time: you were finally going to get a decent fuck, but you were doing it behind Steve's back. 

Your eyes trailed over to your bedside drawer, the one with the vibrators and dildos. Sure, you could use them again instead of seeking out someone, but you were bored, fed up with getting yourself off, alone in an empty home. You craved physical touch, a man's hands roaming your body as his tongue explored your mouth, groaning away whilst he thrusted into you. 

Steve's sex drive became nonexistent as work became the priority over your marriage; he'd last two minutes with little regard for your climax, which irritated you. Steve had a big dick and he knew how to use it and how to please you, but his lack of consideration possessed him. 

tickledpink: I'll be there. Mid-afternoon?

anonthebanished: Whenever u want, princess ;)

There's no going back now. Once Steve gets back, I won't have to do this when the busy period dies down. It's just a one-time thing, a harmless fuck. Nothing serious, nothing permanent. He knows I'm married; it's not like it'll be awkward if I see him out at the general store. Steve is oblivious. He won't be able to tell. No one will tell him, I won't crack. 

tickledpink: mid-afternoon it is, see you then... what do you look like? above the waist, obviously. 

Did I go too far asking that? Hopefully, I've not scared him off?

The two of you had exchanged poor-quality webcam pictures that were blurry and taken in dim lighting in the early hours of the morning; you had seen each other's bodies, your breasts, your behind, and your glistening cunt, and his body and length excited you; he had a lot to offer. You knew he had tattoos on his arm and chest, but they looked like a smudged blob of ink; you had never seen his face, and you didn't know his name. 

That would all change tomorrow.

Eddie recognised your shape, but he couldn't put his finger on where. You could be from anywhere, women sometimes blurred into one beautiful being after too many drinks, but you felt familiar to Eddie. Too familiar. 

anonthebanished: u'll see tomoz, don't want to spoil the surprise, a little mystery is sexy, no?

anonthebanished: but don't get ur hopes up either lmao 

tickledpink: how will you know it's me if we don't exchange face pics?

anonthebanished: no one has cars here. the only vehicle is a delivery van. 

You sighed and leaned back in your chair, slightly worried. 

tickledpink: won't people get suspicious though? My husband's car will stick out like a sore thumb. 

anonthebanished: trust me. no one will notice. 

anonthebanished: I promise. 

No one will notice. Does this guy even have neighbours?

tickledpink: I trust you. See you tomorrow, I need to get to bed. 

tickledpink: can't be too tired for tomorrow. 

anonthebanished: oh I'll tire you out ;) 

anonthebanished: goodnight ;* 

tickledpink: goodnight :)

After showering two or three times and going through outfit after outfit, you were finally driving to his house, your hands shaking against the steering wheel, lightly sweating against the leather. The car still smelled like Steve. You checked your rearview mirror and continued to close in on the address. 

I'm in his car, driving to someone else's place to have sex with them, whilst he's probably working through his delayed lunch break or in the middle of a business meeting, sweating in his suit, thinking about finally coming home. 

You expected your foot to slam on the brakes so you could quickly put your car in reverse and go home, to never go in the chatroom again, but you carried on driving, getting closer and closer to the trailer park, which had all been vacated but one with the van. Through the windshield, you stared at the van. You had seen it before, swerving through town, blaring music that Steve always complained about. 

"What an asshole. Who drives like that? Can you hear that crap?" Steve whined once, pressing his fist on his horn. 

"Who can't hear it?!" You muttered, shaking your head. 

Finally, parking Steve's car, you got out and slammed the door, your stomach whirring like a washing machine full of anxiety, excitement, and guilt. 

Looking up at the trailer door, your eyes widened at the man standing in front of his door, just feet away from you, the drop of your jaw mirroring his. 

"No fucking way." Eddie choked out, his cigarette dropping from his mouth. 

Your stomach dropped, your hands started to sweat and all you didn't know if you wanted to get back in the car and drive or start an argument. 

This has to be a set-up. 

"Are you kidding me?" You whispered.

But his... anonthebanished... it all makes sense. Perfect sense.

You squeezed your eyes shut, running a hand through your hair, "of course," you mumbled, "this makes perfect sense... the banished."

"I fuckin' knew I recognised the shape of your waist!" He freaked out, clicking at you, "I constantly stared at you in gym! How did I not notice?" 

Your cheeks began to burn. 

"What's with the name tickledpink? What's that about?"

You chose to ignore him; there wasn't anything to tell.

"Well, I couldn't make out your tats from the shitty webcam quality," you cleared your throat, trying to think of something to flush out your red cheeks. 

"So lover boy isn't all that great then?" Eddie slowly approached you, a deep look of pride splashing across his face. 

"I told you already, he's away on a business trip." You huffed and crossed your arms. 

"Yeah, probably fucking some chick in some dirty motel room."

That possibility never crossed your mind, but you knew Steve. He wasn't a cheater; he'd probably jerk off over a Playboy magazine, but he'd never fuck someone else. He wasn't like that. 

"I'm here for a fuck, like we agreed on, Eddie. I'm not here to talk." You began to scowl and stuck your chin up, "Why are you the only one here anyway? I thought you were getting out of this place."

Eddie laughed, now standing so close you could smell the shampoo he used, "So much for not talking." He swallowed hard, "Everyone else got rehoused... after I got found not guilty for murder, they still didn't want to be living nearby. Can't say I blame them."

"That's why you're in chatrooms..." 

"You can't get a fuck, I can't get a fuck or a date. Where am I meant to go?" 

A sharp twinge of sympathy clawed at you. You didn't know what to say, so instead, you gently reached up and brushed the curls that were in his eyes, careful not to poke him. Your eyes melted into him, feeling a shiver run down your spine and sending goosebumps pricking up on your arms. 

The last time you got this close to another man was when Steve left, nearly a month ago. He kissed the top of your head before getting into his colleague's sleek black sedan, waving you off from the passenger seat. Eddie had gone longer without affection or a casual hookup. It had been years; nothing ever went further than online talk. 

Eddie's breath hitched in his throat, and his eyes fell to your lips. His hand came up and rested against the side of your face, his thumb tracing circles into your cheek. 

Fuck. Her skin is so soft.

Following Eddie's lead, you closed your eyes and leaned in, finally kissing the lips you'd been imagining for the last fourteen days. You didn't know what to expect; the kiss wasn't going to be slow, romantic, and instead it turned to something more frantic, hungry, and desperate.

The hand that cupped the side of your face became tangled in the hair at the back of your head, whilst his other hand snaked around you and pulled you into him. Eddie's dick started to painfully harden; the heat from the kiss and your body pressing against him was enough to have him cum in his pants; the reality of this going much further was enough to give him palpitations. 

The way he tugged at your hair sent a moan slipping from your lips. Eddie lowered you down, pressing your back onto the hood of Steve's car as the kiss deepened, with your tongues swirling around each other. The cool metal against your back brought in your growing guilt over what and who you were doing, but as Eddie pulled away from the kiss and his hand lowered to the buckle on his belt, the guilt washed away with excitement. 

"You want to?" he breathed heavily. 

You nodded, "Desperately, on or in the car?" 

Eddie chuckled as he removed his belt, "I don't care, as long as I get to fuck you." 

Your eyes focused on the growing bulge in his jeans, his hand tugged the zipper down before removing them, completely surprising you. He wasn't as big or wide as Steve, but he was bigger than expected, and if he knew how to use it, you knew you were in for a good time.

Eddie stripped himself down to his boxers, engorging through the thin fabric, you forced yourself to stop staring and got undressed, throwing your outfit on the ground beside his jeans and sleevesless tour shirt. His eyes tracked your neck and then down your breasts he so craved to caress. Lower and lower he took you in, slowly going down your stomach that he'd imagine cumming on. Finally reaching your underwear, he chewed on his bottom lip.

He began to laugh. 

"What?!" you asked, cocking up an eyebrow, "Is there something wrong with me?!" 

Eddie smirked, "No, no, it's just... nothing." He shook his head. 

"No, what is it? Tell me, man." 

He sighed, the smirk still plastered to his face, "You're keeping your socks and shoes on?"

"Y-you aren't?" You looked down, only now noticing he'd taken his off. 

"It's just me here." He lowered his voice, his eyes now trailing back up your body

"Eddie," you tried not to laugh, getting impatient, "I'm keeping them on."

"Alright, Alright!" He surrendered, his open palms fanned out in front of you, closing in on you again. "You have two choices: turn around and bend over, or lie back."

Bending over would be easier; you could close your eyes and pretend it's Steve, but on second thought, you didn't want to look away and pretend. Eddie was sweet with a good sense of humour, and he was... new. Full of mystery, unpredictable, less polished yet perfect.

You planted yourself on the hood of the car and slipped your underwear off down your legs, Eddie untangled them from around your socks and shoes and removed them. He removed his boxers, freeing himself. His length slapped against him, the sight of him already making up for your drawer of toys. 

"I have protection but I left it inside," he gripped himself, tugging eagerly. 

"I'm on birth control, it's fine." you reassured him, "don't worry about lube, I'm wet enough." 

You teased him and propped your legs up on the edge of the cars hood, allowing him to peek at your swelling clit and glistening folds. 

Eddie watched and lined himself up to your entrance, his hands resting on your waist, "and spit costs nothing, sweetheart. You ready?"

Your legs wrapped around Eddie, "Are you?"

"It's now or never."

You pulled Eddie into you as your legs tightened around him, the tip of his dick pierced you, reminding you how good skin on skin felt. Real skin. He furrowed his brows as his shaft glided inside of you, your warm and gummy walls embracing his size closely, this break in his celibacy only intensifying his pleasure, a deep and guttural groan erupting from his throat. 

You gasped at him, stretching you out, at how perfect he seemed to fit, like a jigsaw completing a puzzle. Your hands gripped the hood of the car to keep steady, reminding yourself to be vocal.

Enjoy yourself, enjoy him. Your moans will encourage him. Let him enjoy you

Eddie's thrusts were powerful, and his stamina was refreshing; he wasn't tired out easily. His dick pressed deeper and deeper into you until there was nothing left of him for you to swallow. He pulled one of your legs from around him and draped it over his shoulder, now positioning himself at an angle, hitting and grazing at your g-spot. 

"Can reach you so much better this way, fuck." He panted, still bucking wildly. 

He was right. The angle brought you more pleasure and made it easier for him to keep fucking you, you stared up at him, his name spilling from your lips over and over again, a private chant between the two of you. 

Eddie didn't know where to look; the different parts of your body and face were spoiling him for choice. He leaned over you, so you propped yourself up on your elbows to meet him halfway, his sweaty forehead brushing against yours and his hair began to stick to his flushed face. His movements slowed a little and he became more breathless, afraid that if he kept going fast, he'd jump the gun and spill his load without making you cum first. 

"You feel so fucking good, Eddie," you panted, your insides becoming more tender. 

"Remind me," he grunted, blowing his fringe out of his eyes, "why didn't we do this in school?" 

You didn't really want to remind him, it was even cruel for you to think back to, but you owed him an answer. He took a risk meeting you after what he went through, and he was worth the risk of your marriage falling apart over a one-time deal.

"My boyfriend," you started, "Now husband, hated your guts. I was too much of a coward to think for myself."

Eddie hummed, picking up speed again, "is that right?"

You nodded, "Mhm... oh fuck,"

"Look at how that turned out." He smirked again. 

That fucking smirk. Those fucking eyes.

Eddie's thrusts were unrelenting, your walls tightening around him as he kept gliding against them. The pleasure began to build in you, climbing higher and higher, with each thrust and groan from Eddie exciting you further towards your orgasm. He attacked your neck, lightly sucking and playfully biting on it without enough force to leave a mark, and his grip on your waist tightened. The build of sweat and your excitement from beneath you made you sink lower onto Eddie, pushing you to your limit. 

"Eddie, please don't stop, please!" You whined loudly, throwing your head back. 

"I'm not going to stop until you're satisfied." He panted again, doing as he was told. 

Your walls clamped around him, strangling him, which made his lips quiver, and the mounting tension inside of you snapped, sending your legs wobbly and your back arching, with your hot cum oozing down him. 

The feeling of you soaking Eddie pushed him towards the finish line, his hands wrapped around your back and he pulled you into him, his face now in the crook of your neck. Eddie replayed the details in his head over and over to the soundtrack of your moans and sweet nothings. 

I'm fucking Harrington's wife. 

I'm fucking Steve Harrington's wife, on his car.

I'm fucking Steve Harrington's wife, on his car, and she's loving it. 

Eddie thought about the times he stared at your stomach in the low-quality webcam pictures you sent him, and before he spilt himself inside of you, he quickly pulled out and eased you back against the hood of the car. 

He tugged at his dick frantically and aimed at his favourite spot on your stomach, his hot and sticky thick ropes shooting out and hitting your clammy skin. 

Eddie didn't speak. When removing your leg from his shoulder, he nearly stumbled back but you were able to pull him back towards you with your other leg, still wrapped around him. 

You both stayed quiet, the only sound in his lot was your deep breaths and sighs against the setting amber sun, the cooling air biting at your hard nipples and Eddie's collar bones. 

"That was..." he started.

"Better than expected." You lightly laughed, flashing him a smile. 

"R-really?" Eddie wiped the beads of sweat from his brow before pushing his hair back and messily tying it up. 

"You have no idea." 

You unwrapped your leg from around Eddie, your legs dropping against the car with a light thud.  Eddie leaned against the hood, resting next to you, staring at your socks and shoes, laughing again. 

"I know this was a one time thing," he spoke up, his breathing settling, "but do you want to come in? Take a shower and maybe have a glass of water?" 

You knew this would break your own rules and the boundaries you and Eddie set when you were both toying with the idea of a hook-up but that was when neither of you knew eachothers identity. 

Nothing can be more extreme than what we've just done. 

You slowly slid down the hood of your husbands car, landing on your feet, picking up Eddie's boxers you wiped away his seed and chucked his underwear at him, laughing back at him. 

"Sure," you yawned, "a shower and a refreshment won't hurt." 

reblogging is a writers bestfriend :)

[keeksandgigz]

the road to hell.

kas! eddie munson x reader; eddie munson x reader

it's a tale as old as time: to love is to turn around.

cw: (i'll update as i go) canon divergent, fem!reader, takes place eight months after s4 ends, vampire!eddie with fangs and wings and a tail, reader gets kidnapped and stuck in a dreamscape much like what happens in s5, kas and eddie are kinda like jekyll and hyde, obviously mention of blood, gore, etc., eventual smut

a/n: this was written many moons ago but @28bohemianmoons lit up the spark again. it's an experiment bigger than me, but i LOVE the myths of orpheus & eurydice as well as the one of hades & persephone (eddie is orpheus, kas is hades, they both love reader in very different ways) and this concept has been flying around my head for literal YEARS so please be clement <3 ok love u all

chapter summary:

chapter one: a hungry young girl

"Except it doesn’t feel like [a nightmare] anymore. "

chapter two: king of shadows

"He hadn’t planned on dying. "

chapter three: little songbird

"You'll never have to lose me again."

chapter four: wait for me

"You can't keep her trapped in here forever"

chapter five: our lady of the upside down

"If it's the only way I can have you, then so be it."

chapter six: lily white, poppy red

"Come find me, Eddie."

chapter seven: how long?/bind her with a golden band

"Let me go. I need to go home." "Hm? And where is that?"

chapter eight: they danced

"I knew I'd crack your shell, eventually."

chapter nine: where is she?

"What life could you give her, Eddie?"

chapter ten: a poor boy

"Turn around. It's okay."

tagging (if you don't want to be tagged lmk): @itsacircusbaby, @jamdoughnutmagician, @frombeyondthegravez, @rebelfell, @loveu2themoonandtosaturn, @strangerstilinski, @cruxfrontdesk,

[sophsthebest]

I need a fic about Kas!Eddie or just Vampire!Eddie where he was her best friend and he never realized his feelings for her until he died - because with the vampire senses everything is hightened, right!

So he goes and finds her (idk what reader is doing atp) but he breaks into her house and she only sees his shadow or silhouette and books it out of the house in fear (cuz if you were being targeted by inter dimensional monsters for years, surely you'd gain a thorough fight or flight).

He chases after her into the woods and at this point (as a fledgling) he can't really control his urges...

So he catches her and sinks his teeth into her neck, drinking her blood, and he's getting harder and harder because all this euphoric energy is filling him like the blood. And he just can't help himself.

So he starts grinding on the reader, trying to satisfy this primal urge, and the reader (who's been desperately in love with him for years, not that he remembers, he also rejected her, he also doesn't remember that) just.. gives in and helps him.

Reader knows they shouldn't... this is wrong, he isn't himself right now, but he's the one who started this! They have hot, steamy, heavenly sex in the woods - specifically that position where only reader's head, neck and shoulders are on the floor and Eddie's holding the under sides of their thighs, fucking railing into reader.

Breeding kink is an absolute- blood kink duh- dub-con cuz Eddie probably had a secret boy-crush on reader but rejected reader because of their 'friendship'- (Bonus points if there's a m!masterbation scene, but of pre-vampire/Kas!Eddie. I love a good m!mas scene ugh when they're so desperate because they popped a boner they know shouldn't of happened...)

[rip-quizilla]

Impossible to Hate You ~ Part 11

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

Summary: You and Eddie coexist through the summer of '94.

Word Count: 6k

A/N: Sorry it's been an entire year since an update! I had a baby! Hope you enjoy revisiting our idiots in love. Smut is on the horizon, I promise.

Divider was created by the lovely and talented @hellfire--cult❤️

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10

“I’m so so so sooo sorry-”

“Yeah, you’d better be! We were looking everywhere for you guys, where did you go?”

“Well, we started out at Jupiter with you guys, obviously. Then we started arguing about something, I can’t remember what it was, but it was too loud in there so we went outside and things got heated in a bad way, then heated in a good way, and then we were kissing-”

“You were what? I thought he drove you up a wall!”

“Well, he did… until I experienced how good he is at making out against one.” 

You could practically hear Kate twirling the cord of her phone around her finger as she recounted the events of the night before. You and Eddie had searched for Kate and Gareth after the show at Jupiter House ended and waited for over an hour before ultimately deciding that they must have found their own entertainment for the evening. Kate obviously knew the way back to your apartment, so you both figured they would turn up at home eventually. After waking up and still seeing no sign of them, you were incredibly relieved to hear Kate’s voice when you’d answered the phone.

Kate was still talking when you heard the sound of the shower shutting off. “Eddie, they’re okay! I have Kate on the phone right now.”

The bathroom door burst open, revealing a sight you most definitely were not mentally prepared for: Eddie, clad only in a bath towel tied low enough that you could see his pelvic bones, his skin still glistening from the shower and his hair falling in heavy, wet coils to his shoulders. You could see tattoos that you’d been unaware of until now, and you had the dreadful feeling that now that you’d seen them, you wouldn’t be able to get them out of your head. You wouldn’t be able to get any of this out of your head.

“Is Gareth there?” he asked, holding out his hand for the phone. 

You sputtered something that sounded like a combination of ‘yes’ and ‘sure’ and wound up sounding like “yerr”. Thankfully, he didn’t seem to notice as he grabbed the phone from your hand. His hand was still wet, which meant that now your hand was wet. From his shower water. The same water that was currently dripping from his slick black curls down into the valley between his shoulderblades…

Whoa! Nope! Don’t go there, brain!

You preoccupied yourself with the dirty dishes in the sink while Eddie ripped Gareth a new one through the phone.

Summer, 1994

May

Moon-silver light flooded your bedroom, giving your popcorn a strangely colorless hue even though it was practically doused in butter. You stuffed a few kernels in your mouth as Casablanca played on the small screen of your TV. Humphrey Bogart and Ingrid Bergman smiled merrily at each other while driving through the streets of Paris, and even though you knew how short-lived their romance would be, you still watched with rapt attention as if for the first time.

Across the apartment, Eddie watched the same scene on his own TV for what was the first time. Every emotion he felt while he watched Rick’s face fall at the sight of Ilsa’s vague breakup letter was evident in his own expression, free to fully feel in the safety of his own room. 

“Well I definitely don’t like her.” Eddie said when the scene broke to commercial, his voice loud enough to carry through his own open door and into yours. 

You swallowed your popcorn. “You need to keep watching, she had her reasons.” 

Eddie made a face. “And those reasons are good enough to justify leaving him in the rain at the train station in the middle of Nazi occupied France?”

“Well he’s about to escape Nazi occupied France. If anything, she knows he’s about to be safe.”

“Yeah, but he doesn’t know why.”

You shrugged and plucked an extra-buttery piece of popcorn from your bowl. “If you talk through the whole movie, you’ll never know either.” 

You could hear Eddie’s sigh from across the apartment, then the sound of the floorboards creaking as he padded barefoot into the kitchen, undoubtedly to grab a snack.

“I’m just saying,” Eddie continued, opening the fridge to grab a half-eaten log of chocolate chip cookie dough. “She could’ve at least made the letter a little less vague. To tell her he isn’t even allowed to ask why he can never see her again? It’s disrespectful at that point.” He opened the silverware drawer without looking, grabbing a spoon and shutting the drawer with his hip.

 It was incredible how quickly a person could memorize the little things about a home- like the location of a spoon or the exact direction in which to point a TV antenna. In only two short months, Eddie had made a home here. There were now traces of him in the living room, in the kitchen. A leather jacket, carelessly tossed, now sat draped over a throw pillow on the couch. Icarus now had a favorite spot in Eddie’s bedroom (curled up into a ball on top of Eddie’s pillow). Eddie’s favorite cereal was now always in stock. You’d even fallen back into humming along with his old metal tapes that he would play while he sketched flash pieces in his bedroom. 

“Give her a chance to explain.” you said. “People deserve the benefit of the doubt.”

Eddie paused, his spoon freezing halfway through the chocolate chip cookie dough log. “They do, huh?”

There was a pause on your end, and the silence spoke volumes. “Yeah.” you said, your voice high and soft, “they do.”

And you did think that. You had always thought that, even now. 

You couldn’t see the kitchen from your bedroom, but you saw the glow of the refrigerator flash across the wooden floor as Eddie put the cookie dough away. You heard his bare feet padding back to his room, his mouth undoubtedly savoring his spoonful of cookie dough while he struggled to come up with a response.

He never made one, though. The next time he spoke up was to say that Ilsa was lucky that Rick was such a nice guy, and that he didn’t think she deserved him. 

June

A little bell rang upon your entry into The Ink Shop. The wooden floors were worn and slightly sticky from years of cheap cleaner, and the sparse overhead lighting did very little to brighten up blazing red walls. Funnily enough, however, it all added a certain charm to the place, lending the tattoo parlor a lived-in hominess that made you sigh as you inhaled the strange combination of incense and disinfectant. 

“Can I help you?”

A receptionist with very intricate eye makeup and a lip ring looked up at you with a bored expression, one of her sharply drawn eyebrows raised in a question.

You pulled Eddie’s notebook out of your canvas tote to show her as you explained, “I’m dropping this off for Eddie?” Your words pulled up at the end of the sentence, hoping she’ll point you in the right direction. 

Wordlessly, she jerked a thumb at the doorway to your right. “Third on your left.” she sighed, going back to a drawing in her notebook that she’d been working on when you’d walked in. You nodded your thanks, making your way down the dimly lit hallway. Framed flash sheets of everything from elaborate dragons and tigers to tribal patterns and Chinese letters lined the walls, and there was so much for you to look at that you forgot to count how many doorways you passed as you made your way down the hall. Luckily for you, however, the telltale sound of metal music led you directly to your destination.

Unluckily for you, however, Eddie wasn’t alone.

“I’m telling you, an eyebrow piercing would look so hot on you, Eddie.”

The saccharine voice coming from the studio room made you stop dead in your tracks. You pressed yourself against the wall beside the doorway, hoping no one in the room had seen you yet. It definitely occurred to you that hiding and eavesdropping on whatever conversation was going on in Eddie’s workplace was inappropriate to say the least, but all you could think about was the fact that there was a decidedly female-sounding voice in there that was basically calling Eddie hot. 

You didn’t like the ugly feeling that had bubbled up into your chest when you’d heard that.

You heard Eddie’s low chuckle in response, and it made your heart skip a beat at first- he used to chuckle like that in high school with you. 

“Yeah? You’re not just saying that because it’s been slow today and you’re bored?”

His voice didn’t sound as flirty as hers… but it was there. The underlying tone of someone who knew he was being flirted with and wasn’t shutting it down by any means.

“Well, it is slow and I am bored.” she replied, “But I said what I said. A little bit of metal in your face can take a guy from hot to seriously sexy.”

“Is that so?”

“Oh totally. A good-looking guy can catch my eye, but when you add a couple piercings? I just melt. And don’t even get me started about when he opens his mouth to laugh and I see a tongue piercing-”

That was when you walked decidedly into the room with Eddie’s sketchbook held aloft. “Brought it!” you interrupted, a little louder than was necessary. 

Was it petty? Absolutely. Did you have any right to get in the way of Eddie’s love life? None whatsoever.

That didn’t change the fact that hearing another woman talk to Eddie- your Eddie- that way made you want to flip a table.

Eddie’s eyes widened a bit at your abrupt entrance, but his face quickly brightened into the smile he always wore when you were around. He greeted you by name, thanking you for bringing him the sketchbook on such short notice. 

“I’ve got a client coming in less than an hour and I doubt they would have trusted me to get started without showing them the mock-up sketch first.”

You smiled and shrugged, shoving your hands into the pockets of your jeans. “I’m glad I was home when you called, then.” You glanced sidelong at the woman who’d been picturing Eddie with a tongue piercing only moments ago. 

She was pretty, in a pixie-like sort of way. Young, petite and sprightly with short pink hair, and she almost seemed to sparkle since the light was glinting off piercings on several parts of her body. She had piercings decorating her ears, her eyebrows, her nose, and in her belly button, which was shown off by the cropped Black Sabbath shirt she wore. Her full bottom lip was pierced as well, and she toyed with the silver lip ring with her tongue before asking, “So, you two live together?” she asked, her tone acidic in contrast to how sweet it had sounded earlier. 

You could embrace the assumption she was on the verge of making. It would be so easy to nod your head, to smile and say ‘Uh-huh! Two months now!’ and let her think he was spoken for. 

He wasn’t, though. Eddie Munson was a free man, free to flirt with whomever he wanted, and who were you to get in the way of that? You had absolutely no right to be jealous.

“Just for the time being.” you said, trying to come across passively about the subject. “He’s subletting a room in my apartment. Right, roomie?” You looked back at Eddie, expecting to see him nodding in agreement, grateful that you hadn’t ruined his chances with Piercing Girl.

What you saw, however, were lips pressed together into a solemn line and eyes coldly avoiding yours. “Yeah,” he confirmed, and it sounded like a bit of his usual mirth had disappeared from his voice. “Just crashing there for a bit.”

“Well then,” Piercing Girl said, the lilting flirtation lighting up her voice once more, “I’ll leave you two to talk about…whatever roommates talk about.” Her eyes flicked to you as her lips curled into a grin that, in your opinion, looked a little too smug. “Will I see you tonight? You never come out for drinks with the rest of us.” Her lip ring glinted as she pouted at him.

Every fiber of your being wanted to glance at him, silently question him with your eyes and hopefully convey to him that you would very much like it if he did not see her tonight, but you kept your eyes on a flash sheet you were pretending to look at on the wall. 

Eddie gave her a noncommittal nod and a half smile. “Yeah, I’ll try and make it out tonight.”

That seemed to pacify Piercing Girl, who regarded you with a once-over before making a show of looking unimpressed with what she saw. “Nice to meet you.” Her smile didn’t reach her eyes.

You mirrored the look. “Same to you.”

The stereo was the only sound in the room after she left. You ached for a reason to say something- anything- so you asked about the music. 

“I like this song, who sings it?”

Eddie looked at you reproachfully. “Come on, I taught you better than that. You’re telling me you don’t recognize that voice?”

You did, but you couldn’t quite place it. You pressed your lips into an apologetic smile, shrugging. Eddie sighed, walking over to the stereo and picking up a CD case that sat on the table beside it and handing it to you. On the cover of the case a set of angel wings sprang from a woman’s back, the tips of the wings ignited in red-orange flame. Across the top of the image were the words Black Sabbath. 

“That came out earlier this year,” Eddie explained. “I know you seemed to like Ozzy back in the day, so if you want to borrow that you’re welcome to it.”

He hoped you would. Eddie so hoped that you would smile and nod and that he would come home to hear you blasting Back to Eden from your bedroom, because then he would have something to bond over with you again. He would have a thing to share with you, a new connection between the you and him that had spent a decade becoming different people than you both were in high school. All of the things that you’d both shared way back then had grown sour with age, no thanks to him.

His heart sank when you handed the CD case back to him. “I don’t really listen to that stuff anymore.” You said quietly. “Thanks, though.”

You muttered something about needing to get home, that Icarus needed to be fed soon. “You should go out tonight.” you added on your way out. “Buy that girl a drink or something, she seemed pretty into you.” 

It was the last thing he’d wanted to hear you say, but he pretended otherwise with a half-hearted chuckle. “Yeah, I’ve been getting that impression.” 

You shrugged, giving him an encouraging smile over your shoulder. Be an adult about this, you thought, you want him to be happy. “You should go for it, she seems like your type.”

You didn’t wait for his response, didn’t want to hear him confirm that yes, she was his type and that she probably recognizes Black Sabbath within the first few seconds of every song they’ve released, and even though he wasn’t yours and you weren’t even sure that you wanted him to be yours, that hurt to think about.

Eddie had still been holding on to his foolish hope- that maybe he hadn’t fucked up beyond repair, that it might be possible for the two of you to rekindle what had felt so right and so perfect on that night so long ago, when he’d held you close and softly sung White Christmas in your ear. 

But after hearing you confirm to him that you’ve more than moved on, you’re encouraging him to move on, and smiling while you do it… well, Eddie now knew where you stood.

July

“You’re moving in together?” you asked Kate incredulously. “You’ve only been official for two months, Kate, don’t you think that’s a little bit fast?”

You were both sitting in a quaint little coffeehouse that you used to frequent when the two of you still lived together. At first, you’d assumed that Kate had suggested this place for nostalgia’s sake, but now you understood that she’d been hoping the comforting atmosphere would soften your reaction to the news that Gareth would be moving in with her as soon as next month. 

Kate smiled, unable to contain her obvious joy about sharing the news with you. Shrugging, she replied, “It is, I know, but it just makes sense! His cousin has been dropping hints that he may be overstaying his welcome on their couch, and being long distance has been honestly so hard. He basically has nothing keeping him in Chicago right now, so moving in with me just makes sense!” She reached across the little table you were sitting at and gave your hand a squeeze. “Please be happy for me.”

Your eyebrows knitted together with worry, but you gave her a reassuring smile nonetheless and returned her hand squeeze. “Of course I’m happy for you. You’re right, it does make sense- he doesn’t want to take advantage of his cousin’s generosity, and if he tried to find his own apartment here, who knows how long it would take and how much money he’d need to spend.”

“That’s exactly what I said!” Kate exclaimed, nodding her head eagerly. 

You busied yourself with pulling the spent tea bag out of your steaming cup of oolong and began drizzling honey into the ceramic mug. 

“However,” you began cautiously, “as your best friend, it would be my duty to voice my concerns if I had any and I happen to have one-”

“You’re worried we’re going to rip each other’s heads off?” Kate was raising an eyebrow that matched her wry smile. 

You sighed in relief, thankful that she said it before you had to. “Yes! Oh my god, Kate, the two of you can hardly go an hour in the same room without arguing. How on earth are you going to manage living together without killing each other?” 

“Simple.” Kate shrugged, and her wry smile morphed into a devilish smirk. “We’ll find other ways to take out our frustration with each other.” 

“Ew.” You grimaced. “Was putting it that way really necessary?”

Kate laughed and sipped her coffee. “No, but your face was funny after saying it so I regret nothing. And seriously, Gare and I have talked about this. We know that… heated discussions are a potential problem for us, so we’re going into this fully prepared to listen to each other, practice healthy communication skills, compromise when necessary- all of it. We’ve thought this through, I promise.”

You stared her down sidelong, skeptically appraising her for any signs of doubt, but you came up empty- Kate seemed completely sincere and confident that she was making the right decision. 

Stirring a little vortex of honey and tea in your mug, you removed your spoon and held up your cup for a toast. “To you and Gareth, then. May cohabitating make your relationship even stronger and bring you closer together in more ways than just physically!”

Kate clinked her coffee mug against yours. “Mostly physically though, I need that man bad…”

“Down, girl.” You rolled your eyes as Kate cackled into her coffee. “You should’ve gotten that coffee iced, I think you’re getting a little too hot over there.”

August

One month later, Kate and Gareth’s one-bedroom apartment was packed to full capacity. Once Gareth had officially moved all of his things from his cousin’s house, Kate had immediately begun planning a “home-warming” party.

“Because it isn’t a house,” she’d said matter-of-factly, “it’s an apartment. But that doesn’t make it any less of a home!” When you’d brought up the fact that she’d already been living there for several months, she’d sighed and said that until Gareth moved in, it just hadn’t felt like home yet. 

Hence, the home-warming party.

Theirs was a standard-sized one-bed apartment for New York City, which meant that five people was pretty much the cap that could fit in the living room before it started to feel cramped in there. You had only been expecting four at first, until you arrived to see Eddie sitting in an armchair with Piercing Girl curled up in his lap.

Eddie had done exactly what you’d encouraged him to do- he’d gone out to drinks with his coworkers last month and bought a drink for the cute pink-haired girl that did the piercings at the Ink Shop. It wasn’t until the earliest hours of the morning that he’d gotten home that night. You didn’t ask him how things had gone the following morning, but you’d gotten your answer when he came home a few nights later with a pair of little silver studs in his eyebrow. 

You were trying very hard to appear nonchalant about the whole thing, but your traitorous heart couldn’t help but flood your person with loathing the moment you saw her so much as look at him. Your small form of rebellion was that even though you were sure you’d heard Eddie mention her name at least once, you refused to commit it to memory. To you, she was Piercing Girl. 

“I swear I didn’t know he was bringing her.” Kate told you after pulling you aside into the kitchen. “He only mentioned it to Gareth earlier today, and I only just found out when she showed up with him on our doorstep. If you want to go home, I can tell them you were feeling sick-”

You waved the idea off. “Please, he’s an adult, if he wants to bring his girlfriend to social events, he has every right to do so.”

“Yeah, but I don’t think anyone would blame you if-”

“Oh my god, Kate,” You cut her off, smiling and laughing into the words. “We were in high school, and technically we never even dated. We went on one date. It’s fine, I promise! He’s moved on, I’ve moved on-”

“You’ve moved on?” Kate raised an interested eyebrow. “With who?”

You smiled, happy to change the subject. “Do you remember that guy from work I told you about a while back?”

“The guy who moved to another department?”

You nodded. “Well that department just got relocated to our same floor, so we’ve been seeing a lot more of each other lately, and he asked for my number last week-”

Kate looked ecstatic, and she opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted by Gareth, peaking his head into the kitchen.

“Are you two gonna stay in the kitchen all night, or would you do us the honor of continuing this conversation in the living room? I’m starting to feel like a third wheel in my own home.”

You both complied, following Gareth into the living room. You made an effort to sit as far away from Eddie and Piercing Girl as possible, keeping your eyes on Kate as you continued telling her about Paul from work.

“He took me out for coffee on Saturday, and Kate, I had such a nice time. He’s sweet, he listens to whatever I have to say- he just seems so stable. I feel like that’s so rare nowadays.”

Kate smiled widely, grabbing a bottle of wine from a bar cart in the corner and pouring a couple of glasses for the two of you. “Paul sounds so great, I can’t wait to meet him!” She handed you a glass before glancing at Eddie and Piercing Girl, who were still tangled together in an armchair on the other side of the living room. “Would you like anything, Valerie?”

Valerie. So that’s her name. You were almost disappointed that you knew it now. Knowing her name made her seem more real. Something closer to permanent. 

You allowed yourself to look at her now. She was scrunching her nose up at the wine, asking if they “have anything a little sweeter”. Your eyes flicked over to Eddie, and they found him staring right back at you. 

As soon as you’d made eye contact you were breaking it, cheeks heating as you lifted your glass to your lips and taking a healthy swig. You didn’t know why he’d been looking at you like that… there’d been so much intensity in his gaze, and you were absolutely clueless as to why it’d been there. 

You struck up a conversation with Gareth in an effort to brush that gaze off. You asked him how he was settling in, what kind of job he would be searching for now that he was moved in, etc. The five of you all made pleasant small talk within your own individual conversations, and it was about an hour and a half later when Eddie and Piercing Girl -Valerie- were standing up to leave. 

“I have a thing in the morning, so I can’t stay out too late.” she’d said, excusing herself from the party as Eddie offered to walk her out. It hadn’t taken more than a second after the door closed for Kate to drop her polite smile and roll her eyes. 

“Oh my god, is she, like, twelve?” Kate scoffed. 

“Be nice.” Gareth warned her, but there was a glint of mirth in his eyes when he said it. 

Kate shrugged, looking offended. “I was being nice! But good God, Gare, why did Eddie keep her out so late, isn’t it past her bedtime?” You snorted, unable to keep your laughter under wraps any longer.

“Maybe that’s why she had to leave early,” you said, “she didn’t want to miss the bus tomorrow morning.” 

Kate was laughing too now, and Gareth seemed resigned to the fact that defending Eddie’s choice in bedfellows was a lost cause. “She’s twenty, you two, being young isn’t a crime-”

“TWENTY??” Kate gasped. “I’ll tell you what’s a crime, Gareth, it’s serving alcohol to twenty-year-olds! God, I knew she was young, but not that young, Gare, why didn’t you tell me?!”

And then they were at it- this was a common occurrence with these two, and you knew from experience that once Kate and Gareth started arguing, the best course of action was to get out before they started trying to get bystanders to take sides. You excused yourself about ten minutes into their argument, eager to flee the scene, and passed Eddie in the hallway on your way out of their apartment. He looked at you, confused.

“The children are fighting.” you explained, and Eddie nodded in immediate understanding. 

“Guess we’re going home then.” he sighed, falling into step with you as you resumed your stride down the hall toward the stairs. 

You nodded. “Guess so.” 

Silence between the two of you fell as you both made your way out of the building, and Eddie was fighting for his life to keep it that way. He couldn’t stop replaying what he’d heard you telling Kate earlier when he’d caught the tail end of your conversation as you’d both entered the living room.

‘He just seems so stable. I feel like that’s so rare nowadays.’

Stable. So that was what you were interested in now, Eddie thought bitterly. There had been a time when you’d been into him, but Eddie wasn’t exactly the first thing that came to mind when one thought of the word stable and he knew it. Evidently, he wasn’t the kind of guy you wanted anymore- you wanted someone reliable, someone stable. That stupid shred of hope he’d been holding onto was long gone now. What a joke. Who was he kidding- the most reliable thing about Eddie was that he would always, certainly, without a doubt fuck things up. 

“So who’s this guy at work?” Eddie asked against his better judgement as you both exited the apartment building. Hot as the air had been that day, the night air was refreshingly cool against his face as it played with the curls that brushed his collarbone.

You were taken aback by the question for a moment, glancing at him with a raised eyebrow as if to say Since when do we talk about each other’s love lives?

“Um,” you started, keeping your eyes on the sidewalk ahead of you. “His name is Paul. He works in accounting, and we got coffee the other day. He’s nice.”

Eddie waited for you to elaborate, then laughed softly through his nose when you didn’t. “That’s it? That’s all there is to know about Paul?”

He could tell you were rolling your eyes- he didn’t need to see it, because he knew what you sounded like when you did. “Well, I’m only just starting to get to know him, aren’t I? I’m sure there are plenty of interesting things about him that I’ll learn as we see more of each other.”

“I don’t know…” Eddie mused. There was an edge to his voice that made you bristle. “I feel like a guy named Paul probably doesn’t get much more interesting than that.”

Now you looked at him, your eyes fiery in a way he was ashamed to admit thrilled him to see. He loved seeing you get like this- impassioned, vibrant and protective. 

“Eddie, don’t be mean. You don’t even know him!”

“Well neither do you, according to that very bland description!”

You were approaching the stairs leading down to the subway, and you started down the steps ahead of him without hesitation, continuing the conversation loudly over your shoulder. “What names would make your list for interesting people, then? Valerie?”

Did he detect a vaguely jealous tone in your voice? Eddie was grinning widely now, the salt in your voice feeding the hungry beast in his chest regardless of whether it was right or not. The idea of you being jealous of Valerie drove him wild in a way that he was liking very much. 

Eddie shrugged, following you closely as you marched through the late-night crowd and pointedly avoided eye contact. “Oh Val’s very interesting.”

“Is she?” you sniffed. “What is it that interests you, her determination to set off every metal detector within a mile of her? Or does she just bring out a different side of you? Does she make you feel young again?”

Eddie scoffed, “That’s a little agist of you, roomie. Also, weren’t you the one who told me to buy her a drink in the first place?”

“Yeah, well that was before I knew she was too young to order one for herself!”

The conversation hung in the air as the two of you stepped into the subway car and found a spot to stand. As the doors began to shut, Eddie muttered, “I’d rather she be young than boring.”

You knew he was talking about Paul… but you couldn’t help but let his words punch you in the gut when it felt like he was talking about you. Who were you when compared to someone like Valerie- with her piercings and pink hair and her twenties only beginning, unhindered by the jaded realities that you’d become all too familiar with in the eight years since you were her age?

Of course he wanted someone like her. Someone exciting. 

“You might be right, okay?” You bit out, looking up at Eddie. You were both standing around the same silver pole, his hand holding on to it a few inches above where your hand was currently gripping that same pole hard enough to turn your knuckles white. “Paul may not be the most interesting person. He might have been raised by a boring family in a boring suburban town and played some lame sport in high school and majored in accounting at some lame college- but he’s nice to me, Eddie. He listens when I talk, and he likes me, and I’m sorry if it makes me boring too, but right now that’s enough for me.”

You’d held his eyes that whole time, your intensity and his matching each other with equal fervor, almost as if both were trying to sift through the words you’d both been saying out loud and get to the nuggets of truth that lay beneath it all. Now, however, yours dropped down and to the side, pretending to find something to look at on the wall as you punctuated your rant with a slightly quieter “...And I don’t need your approval.”

Eddie’s acidic grin was gone now, his lips instead pressed together in a grim, tight line. You weren’t sure if he noticed, but you were watching his reflection in the window. His eyes never met yours in the reflection, but they never left your face as you avoided his gaze. He felt instantly ashamed for ever taking any kind of pleasure in your jealousy- he had no right. He held no valid claim to your affections, your jealousy, your loyalty; he didn’t deserve anything from you. He was lucky you let him back into your life at all. 

He was lucky to have whatever you gave him, and you were right- you didn’t need his approval.

“I’m sorry.” Eddie said softly. You turned to look back at him, keeping your expression guarded. He continued, “You don’t. You’re right- I don’t know Paul, but I don’t have to, it’s none of my business and it isn’t up to me to decide if he’s good enough for you. Even though-” a bit of intensity returned to his dark brown eyes. “-I don’t think anyone ever will be. Good enough for you, I mean. Nobody.”

Eddie always had a way of doing this- of making you so angry, and then suddenly doing or saying something so sweet that you just had to forgive him. Even after ten years, he was able to weasel himself back into your good graces. 

So of course, now you were smiling up at him. 

Eddie sighed, smiling back at you as if the relief that came from knowing you weren’t upset with him anymore was a weight lifted off his shoulders. “I want you to be happy.” he sighed. “Does Paul make you happy?”

You nodded. “It’s still really early, but I think he could, yeah. He seems… dependable. Something solid. The idea of something like that feels right to me.”

His heart was throwing itself against his ribcage like a stir-crazy gorilla at the zoo. It took everything he had to not throw himself at your feet and beg for a chance to be something solid for you, to be a dependable figure that could sew himself into whatever life you made for yourself and never leave. Let me be that for you, his heart cried out- all promises he would happily make but had little faith in himself to keep. 

“Yeah,” Eddie said. “Yeah, Paul sounds like a nice guy.” 

“Valerie seems nice too.” You amended, “I’m sorry I said what I did, it was rude of me to judge.”

“Trust me, I’m judging myself.” Eddie said, running a hand down his face as his eyebrows knit together. “I don’t even know what I’m doing with her, we’ve got nothing in common other than a workplace.”

“Oh no,” You did your best to sound sympathetic despite the fluttering feeling in your chest. “But wasn’t she wearing a Black Sabbath shirt that day when I dropped off your sketchbook? I thought she’d share your music taste, at least?”

Eddie snorted. “Pretty sure she picked that up from a thrift store because it ‘fit her vibe’.” He said the last part with air quotes, eliciting a conspiratorial laugh from you. “When I asked her about the shirt for the first time, she said she couldn’t remember if Black Sabbath was a band or a horror movie.”

You gasped, hardly containing your giggling now. “Eddie!”

“I know.” Eddie groaned, laughing ruefully along with you “I need to cut her loose. It’s just… I could tell she was into me, and I mean who doesn’t like to feel wanted, right? I guess I didn’t really think about it much further than that. Does that make me shallow?”

You looked at his sheepish grin and nudged him fondly with your elbow. “Nah. But you are if you keep dating her knowing she’s more interested than you are.”

“That’s fair.” Eddie nodded in agreement. “She deserves better than that.”

“So do you, though.” You reminded him. “You’re a good person, Eddie. I want you to be happy, too.” 

You make me happy, he thought. He didn’t dare say it out loud, but he said it with his eyes as he gazed at you under the fluorescent lights. 

“Okay then.” He said, “I promise to be happy-” With his left hand holding on to the pole, he lifted his right hand up and stuck out his pinky. “-if you promise to be happy.” 

You grinned, feeling a familiar warmth spread through your chest as you hooked your own pinky with his. “I promise to be happy.” 

And you both meant it- you were promising here and now not to get in the way of the other’s happiness. And if ‘happy’ for the other person meant cheering them on from the sidelines, watching them be happy with someone else, then that was what both of you would be willing to do. 

Just two idiots on the subway making a pinky promise. 

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