ising*a/n* Eddie spots you at his work and things get heated
WARNING smut, stripper, drug abuse, rough, oral sex, language
Genre; smut
It’s a normal day for Eddie, serving already drunk ‘adults’ as the music blasts through the building. Strippers doing their thing and dance half naked on stages in front of dozens of strangers. One dancer in particular catches Eddie’s eye. She’s new and intriguing, the way her body moves with the rhythm of the song is mesmerising. The way her hands run across her own body makes you want it for yourself. Eddie new he was addicted, he new he would bring her trouble but he also new he wanted, no, he needed to be selfish with her otherwise he wasn’t getting her.
Its the angel’s break and she makes a b-line for the bar, still in her costume. “i’ll take a shot of tequila please” her innocent voice made Eddie stop. As if compelled the druggie makes her drink. Sliding it to her he makes the decision to speak “your new” “is it that obvious?” she says loudly over the music. “no, i just haven’t seen your face before” Eddie replies. “well now you have” she smiles. “i won’t forget it” he blurts out. “Y/N” she says randomly. “sorry” Eddie says slightly confused. “i assume you would want a name to match a face you’ll never forget” Y/N says using his words against him. “Beautiful name, i’m Eddie” he smiles. Y/N scans his face. Eddie shamelessly looking at her cleavage. “eyes off the merchandise” she says catching him. “do you?” he implies any sex work. “no, however i still use my body for money. in a way” Y/N says answering his question which the bartender nods to, “when do you get off?” the dancer asks. “20 minutes why?” he asks curiously. “meet me in the back” she flirts and makes her way to the back. Eddie quickly finishes up soon going to the back
Eddie walks into the janitor closet but doesn’t see the girl he was just talking to. Y/n closes door behind him and locks it before shoving Eddie to the wall crashing her lips on his. Her hands running over his chest. Eddie’s hands roam hers. The stripper quickly removes his t-shirt.The bartender stops her and claims his dominance by pinning her to the wall, her back facing him. He leaves rough and sloppy kisses on her shoulder and neck making a moan leave her mouth. Y/N admits defeat and decides not to fight back. Eddie starts unbuckling his belt, the sound of the metal clashing together makes the dancer excited. She moves her ass to Eddie in attempt to tease him but instead receives a harsh slap to her ass. Again she moans, her core already dripping. Eddie roughly removes her underwear and bra leaving her completely bare. He drops his trousers and forces Y/N to her knees, there she automatically takes his long shaft in her hand. She looks up to him and smiles innocently and licks a long strip up his length, she then begins to kitty lick his tip before taking him in all the way. Eddie gasps at the sensation, Y/N going different speeds sending different sensations through the recievers body. He tangles his fingers in her hair making a makeshift pony tail as she uses her hand to fondle his balls. Eddie feels him self getting close so almost drags Y/N up. Again he pins her to the wall her back facing him. Without warning he thrusts himself inside her and pounds into her g spot repeatedly. “oh fuck! Eddie!” she screams in pleasure. He stays at his bruising pace knocking wind out of Y/n’s lungs. He buries his head in the crook of her neck as he continuously fucks her senseless. Her eyes roll back into head pleasure taking over. Eddie fondles her breast with one hand the other having a death grip on her hip. “Eddie, Eddie,Eddie! sshhhhhit!” she screams again getting closer to her orgasm. He gets the message and moves his hand from her breast to her neck “go on, fucking cum on my large throbbing cock, i dare you” Eddie says right in her ear. His words sends her right over the edge as she leans back, wraps arm behind her scratching at his back, her leg pushing herself of the wall her orgasm taking over her, her core explodes and she squirts everywhere. she screams in utter pleasure as Eddie carries on riding out her high. “yes yes yes yes! fuck your cock feels so good in me.” she admits. He pushes her forwards, he ass poking out to him and pulls out her tight pussy right in time for him to spill his seed all over her ass. “fuck” he moans.
The two of them go back to Eddie’s trailer spend the whole night making their way through every sex position possible.
note / request - so i’ve recently watched “tell me a story” and i love eddie, so naturally, i wrote a fic about him. enjoy!
summary - eddie goes to a bar across town after he robbed the jewellery store and meets you, a friendly bartender who helps take his mind off of things
warnings / includes - language, mention of robbery and murder, alcohol, talk about controlling ex-bf, suggestive, smutty scenes: making out, touching, no sex though. carla doesn't exist in this lol
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*gif isn’t mine*
“Shit!” Eddie screamed, slamming his fist on the truck.
“Hey! That’s my car, man!” Sam exclaimed, pushing Eddie back.
Eddie glared at Sam, getting ready to push him back, but Mitch stopped his brother.
“You two calm down,” Mitch demanded. “He pushed me!” Eddie exclaimed.
“Grow up, Eddie. We’re not in the third grade anymore,” Sam remarked.
“So? That doesn’t mean you needed to shoot that lady!” Eddie argued.
“It was an accident. Things like that happen, it’s life. Get over it!” Sam stated.
Eddie scoffed, shaking his head. “No. If we get caught, we could go to jail!”
“We're not, Eddie. Sam has done this many times before. It’s okay.” Mitch put a hand on his shoulder, but Eddie shrugged it off.
“It’s not okay. None of this is okay,” Eddie muttered. “Why don’t you just go home then and cry to Mommy,” Sam taunted.
Eddie looked between Sam and Mitch, balling his hands in fists. He knew it wasn’t going to get better if he stayed with them. So he turned around on his heels, trudging over to his car. Mitch sighed and followed him, putting a hand on his shoulder to stop him.
“Ed, c’mon,” Mitch started. “I gotta go, Mitch. I can’t stay here,” Eddie muttered, “Not right now, at least.”
Mitch looked at his brother, a frown pulling down his lips as he saw the fear in Eddie’s eyes. He took his hand off of his shoulder, nodding in agreement.
“Yeah… Yeah. I gotta go back home to Shelley, anyways. Call me when you’re back.”
“Thanks,” Eddie muttered. He swung his truck door open, climbing in and shutting it. He turned on the ignition, his car rumbling underneath him as it started up. He turned on the radio as he stepped on the gas. Rock music played on his radio, the static playing louder than the actual music.
He drove for a few hours, not being able to stop replaying the events that happened earlier that day. He was beyond worried. He didn’t mean for anyone to get hurt, and definitely didn’t mean for anyone to die. He just wanted money to get out of his shitty trailer, start over his shitty life, and maybe even get a girlfriend. But he knew that he had no chance for that now- like he had much of a chance before. He was a criminal, an even bigger one than before. He knew he could go to jail for more than just a week for this. He hoped Sam would eventually take the fall for it all, whether it was on his own terms or not.
Eddie got off of the highway, seeing signs pointing to a bar a few miles away. He decided to get a few drinks before crashing in his car for the night. He parked in the front, jumping out and walking into the bar. He looked around. There were only a few people there, all of them drunk old men. Eddie walked up to the bar, taking a seat on one of the stools. While he waited for someone to serve him, you were in the back, arguing with your ex boyfriend on the phone.
“It’s my apartment, Scott,” you griped. “Well, I payed all the bills!” Scott exclaimed into the mic.
“That is bullshit. You and I both know that I worked all the late nights and paid every single damn penny. Not to mention, I was the one who was also doing your laundry and cooking and cleaning!”
Scott sighed over the phone. You smirked, knowing that he had nothing to say back to you now.
“Yeah, well, I would still like my stuff back,” he muttered.
“And you can pick it up by the dumpsters outside my apartment. Bye, Scott,” you hissed, hanging up the call before he could say anything else.
You sighed and put your phone in your back pocket, straightening your clothes out before going back to the front. You walked out, your heels clicking on the floor, getting Eddie’s attention.
“Hi, Welcome to O’Malley’s. Sorry for the wait,” you sighed.
Eddie looked up at you, eyes widening and mouth agape. You were the prettiest girl he'd ever seen.
You noticed his stare, your lips curling up into a smirk. “You gonna order or just stare at me?”
Eddie broke out of his gaze, sitting up straight and averting his eyes from you. “Um, yeah, yeah. I’ll take whiskey. Neat.”
You nodded and got out a cup, pouring the alcohol in the glass before sliding it over to him.
“Hey, Carl, you need another?” You called out to one of the old men who were sitting in the corner.
“Nah, I think I’m gonna head out,” he shook his head, standing up out of his eat. “Alright. See you tomorrow,” you smiled at him.
“See ya, honey!” Carl waved and walked out of the bar.
You got out a rag and started to wipe down the bar as closing time was in fifteen minutes. Eddie lifted his cup up as you swiped the rag closer to him.
“Thanks,” you mumbled, moving away from him to wipe further down the table.
Eddie titled his head to you, downing his drink in seconds. You looked up at him, brows raising as you saw that his glass was already empty.
“Long day?” You asked, walking back to fill his cup. “Something like that,” he grumbled.
He set his cup down and watched as you poured more whiskey. He studied your face, stomach flipping as your eyes met his. You had these pretty, tired, but still lively eyes that stared into his dark, lonely ones. Your lips curled up into a flirtatious, but soft smile the more you stared at him. His face and eyes mirrored back your playful expression. He lifted up his cup, putting it to his lips, not taking his eyes off of you.
Your own eyes roamed his face. When you first looked at him, you had that initial attraction towards him. Now that you were able to look at him longer and closer, your heart began beating against your ribcage, and warmth spread down between your thighs. He was hot. No doubt about that. He looked a little scruffy with his 5′ o clock shadow and dishevelled hair. He had deep, green irises that surrounded his dilated pupils. He never took his eyes off of you for a second, not even to adjust his jacket collar. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was attracted to you, too.
“Well, we close in ten minutes, but if you want to stay and chat, you can,” you offered, walking away and tossing the rag in the sink.
“You don’t mind?” Eddie asked. “Not at all,” you shook your head.
“Thanks,” he said. You turned to him, giving him a closed-mouth smile. “Of course. Let me just get these floozies out of here.”
Eddie nodded and watched you as you walked up to all the old drunks, getting them out of their seats and pushing them to the door gently. Eddie smiled as he saw how gentle you were with them, even if some of them refused to leave. You waved and said one last goodbye to all of them before locking the door and turning off the ‘open’ sign. You walked back to the bar, getting out a bottle of beer for yourself.
“So, what’s your name, handsome?” You asked.
“Eddie, what about you?” Eddie asked. “Y/n,” you answered.
“Pretty name for a pretty girl,” he remarked. You smiled at him through your lashes, giggling and hanging your head down low all school girl-like. “And here, I thought you were a shy one.”
“Well, I got a little bit of liquid courage.” He held up the glass of whiskey, moving it side-to-side.
“Got enough to tell me your last name?” You prompted. “Why would you need to know that?” Eddie asked, now tensing up.
He tried to keep calm, but the thought of you being an undercover police officer and spying on him ran through his mind on repeat.
“I just want to know who I’ll be spending the night with, is all. Why? Are you on the run or something, and afraid I’ll report you?” You joked.
Eddie averted eye contact and you raised your brows, not realising that there was such a high percent chance of you being right.
“I didn’t kill anybody,” Eddie disclaimed. “Oh,” you nodded, “That’s… reassuring.”
Eddie sighed and looked away from you. He cursed at himself in his head. He was beginning to think that had a chance with you, but now he had just gone and fucked it up. He downed his whiskey, getting out his wallet and setting down a ten dollar bill.
“Thanks for serving,” he muttered before getting up and walking to the door.
Your eyes widened and you hurried out from behind the bar. You ran up to him, grabbing his wrist and pulling him back. Your heart jumped as you felt the electric surge through your veins that came with touching him. Eddie stopped immediately, his muscles tensing, but then relaxing at your touch. He turned to you, confusion and a little hint of fear written on his face.
“Don’t go,” you pleaded. You hated the way you sound. You normally weren't like this; begging for a man. But you had never seen Eddie before in all your life, and you had never met anyone so polite, yet so charming before. Sure, he looked rough and he definitely had secrets that would probably frighten you, but he had already proven himself to be a hell of a lot better than Scott. Why not give him a chance before really judging?
“Why not? You looked pretty scared back there,” Eddie said.
“I know,” you nodded. “But… I’m having a really shitty night, too, and I think it’d just be nice if we both have a friend for the night.”
Eddie looked down at your hand that was still wrapped around his wrist. You noticed his gaze and pulled your hand back, putting your arm behind your back. You looked back up to his face, begging him with your eyes. Eddie sighed, deciding to give in.
He knew that if he left, he’d be worse off than he had been before he walked into the bar. Even just in the short time that he had been there, you had made him forget all about the robbery and accidental murder. With you, he felt like he could relax and have fun and be happy. That’s all he ever wanted, anyways.
“Yeah, it’d be nice to have a friend.”
You immediately perked up at his words, taking your hand back out and grabbing him by the wrist again. You led him back to the bar, filling his glass back up.
“So, why're you having a shitty night?” Eddie asked. “My ex-boyfriend keeps calling me every hour, yelling and cursing at me, trying to get me back. He’s a controlling little asshole. I knew he was bad news, but I still went with him. Why? I honestly couldn’t tell you. I set the record straight, thought, and he’s out of my life. I just wish he’d stop calling though,” you explained.
“Well, if he calls while I’m here, let me talk to him. No girl should be treated like that,” Eddie stated.
You softened up at his words. “I like you even more now.”
Eddie smiled with you, “Good to hear.” “Are you really on the run?” You asked.
“Not really,” he shook his head. “Soon, though, I’ll probably be.”
You held up your beer bottle in front of him. “Here’s to one of your last nights as a free man.”
Eddie chuckled and clinked his glass with yours. You two took big sips of your drinks. You set your bottle down, wiping your mouth roughly with the back of your hand. You looked at Eddie with flirtatious eyes, making butterflies flutter in his stomach. You leaned on the counter, your tank top dipping down to show off your cleavage. Eddie’s eyes looked down shamelessly for a few seconds, going back up to your face, to see a big smirk resting on your lips.
“So, Eddie, what did you do that’s so bad?” You asked.
“Um,” he hummed, “I don’t think you want to know.”
You hummed, leaning closer to him. You leaned close enough to where your noses touched. Eddie started to breath heavily, not being able to control all the thoughts that were running through his head of you and him. You could feel his breath on your lips and you couldn’t help but giggle quietly as the tips of his ears turned pink. You kept looking him in the eyes, slightly intimidating him, but also turning him on.
“I think I do want to know,” you contradicted him. “Why? Aren’t you scared?” Eddie challenged.
Your heart skipped at his growing confidence. You decided to push him more by dipping your head down, brushing your lips against his ever-so-slightly. The action made your own mind go fuzzy, and it made Eddie gasp. He could feel his jeans tighten in response. You moved back a little, looking at him in the eyes.
“I won’t be scared. I like a little danger,” you purred. You let your eyes wander down to his pants, checking him out before staring back up to his eyes. You cocked your brow up, making your words seem even more suggestive.
Eddie looked into your eyes, a smirk of his own spreading across his lips. The next few things that happened were like scenes out of a movie. You jumped up on top of the bar counter, grabbing Eddie’s hand as you slid off and landed on your feet. You led him to the back room, pushing him up against the wall and crashing your lips onto his. Your hands made their way up from his arms to his shoulders. You took his jacket collar in your hands, pulling it down. Without breaking away from the kiss, he took his jacket off, placing his hands back onto your waist, where he gripped your sides, surely hard enough to create bruises.
“You make out... with all the guys in… the... bar like this?” Eddie asked in-between kisses.
You smirked into the kiss, pulling away. “Nope, only with you.”
Eddie grinned, “I’m the lucky one, huh?” “You sure are,” you nodded.
You then took the back of his head and crashed his lips back onto yours. You two shared a wet and fervent, opened-mouth kiss. Kissing him was hot and filled with passion You had honestly never been kissed like this before. Sure, kisses with your ex-boyfriends were hot, and definitely wet and messy, but they were never filled with passion. No one kissed you like Eddie did. Not only did your lips fit perfectly together, but the way he slipped his tongue into your mouth so smoothly and didn't try to stick it down your throat like a 16 year old boy, only made you want him more.
You entangled your hands in his hair, weaving your fingers through it and messing it up even more. Eddie trailed his lips down to your neck and you involuntarily bucked your hips up against his, grinding your core against his. Eddie groaned in your ear, his hands reaching down to your thighs and and lifting you up. He then spun you around and pressed you against the wall. You wrapped your legs around his waist, throwing your head back so he had better access to your neck.
“Eddie,” you breathed out as his lips found your sweet spot. You arched your back at his teeth nipped at your skin. You pulled on the hair at the nape of his neck, egging him on further.
Him hearing you moan his name had a whole stampead swarming in his stomach. His left arm went under your bottom, holding you up with ease. His right hand untucked your tank top from your jeans, sliding his hand up your body. Goosebumps arose on your skin as his fingers danced up your body and to your bra. His fingertips skimmed over your bra, feeling your hardened nipples through the fabric.
You let out a high-pitched whine, followed by a broken pronunciation of his name. “A-Auiggh. Ed-Eddie.” You started to grind your lower half against his, feeling the need for more friction.
Eddie groaned against your skin, his kisses getting more sloppy and wet with each buck of your hips. His hand went around to the back of your bra, going to the hooks and unclipping them quickly. You let out impressed gasp as the bra loosened around your breasts. The straps started to fall and you took your hands out of his hair, sliding your bra out of your shirt. As you tossed it onto the floor, your phone started to ring in your back pocket.
“Dammit,” you muttered.
Eddie pulled away, setting you down gently on your feet.
“I’m sorry,” you apologised, pulling your phone out of your back pocket. You looked at the caller ID, groaning in annoyance and disgust.
“Let me guess, Scott?” Eddie guessed. “Yep. I’ll be right back,” you sighed, beginning to walk away, but Eddie stopped you.
He pulled you back gently by your arm, taking your phone from your hand. “Here, let me.”
You watched him with curious and confused eyes as he answered the phone, putting Scott on speaker.
“Hi, Scott,” Eddie greeted, saying Scott’s name in an aggressive tone.
“Um, who is this? I need to speak with Y/n,” Scott said.
“No, you don’t,” Eddie stated matter-of-factly. “Yes, I do. That little bitch needs to learn her lesson for smashing my Xbox,” Scott hissed.
Eddie raised his brows at you, but you shrugged shamelessly. Eddie grinned at you and turned his attention back to Scott.
“Why don’t I teach you a little lesson, okay, Scott? You’re gonna leave Y/n alone. From what she’s told me, you’re a scumbag who is a controlling piece of shit, who treats women like garbage. If you ask me, I think Y/n had a right to smash your Xbox.”
You gasped quietly. No one had ever stood up to Scott on your half before. You had tried multiple times yourself, but he always managed to find a way to belittle you even more and make you lose your confidence. What Eddie was doing now was just making you fall for him more. And honestly, it was turning you on a bit, too.
“What? Who the hell are you? If you don’t let me talk to Y/n, I’m going to-” Scott started, but Eddie was quick to cut him off.
“Going to what, Scott? ‘Cause I know a few people that, if Y/n gave me your address, would kill you before you could even get another word out. So stop calling her, threatening her, and don’t even think about trying to visit her to quote-on-quote “teach her a lesson”. Otherwise, you’ll have more things smashed than just your Xbox.” Eddie threatened before hanging up the phone.
You looked at him with your eyes wide and full of amazement.
“That should do it. Guys like him only accept threats from other men. It’s bullshit, but it’s just how some people are,” Eddie said, handing you back your phone.
“Thank you so much. No one, and I mean no one, has ever done that for me. I’ve always had to take care of myself, but it’s never been enough,” you chuckled.
Eddie smiled, “You’re by far the strongest woman I’ve ever met, and I’ve met a lot of women. Scott just still has the mental age of a toddler. I bet if you went to wherever he lived and socked him, he’d leave you alone for good.”
You chuckled and nodded. “Yeah, he probably would. I don’t want to see him ever again, though. Who knows what he would do to me.”
“And that’s why you’re also the smartest woman I’ve ever met. You know what’s good for you.”
You set your phone down on a nearby chair, sauntering over to Eddie. You put your hands on his chest, sliding them up to his shoulders and tracing patterns.
“If I know what’s good for me, then why am I hanging out out with you?” You asked, looking up at him through your lashes.
“You’re right. Maybe you’re not so smart,” Eddie teased, snaking his arm around your waist.
“Oh, Eddie, you’re so rude,” you scoffed, feigning offense.
“Then why don’t you kick me out? Oh, right, you like me too much,” he stated. He put his hand on the small of your back, pulling you flush against him.
You let out a small gasp as your chest met his. Your hands made their way to his hair once again, twirling the short strands between your fingers. “Yeah.” You bit your lip, your eyes flickering from his eyes to his lips. “I like you too much.”
I gotta say, “Tell Me A Story” is hugely underrated series. I really look forward to 3rd season. Everyone does marvelous job in their roles, especially Paul and Danielle. That’s why it bugs me when almost in every video about them considering this series, so many people are commenting about Stefan and Davina and how “Kol, Elena and Caroline would be pissed and jealous if they saw this.” I know it is partly a joke and it is natural to connect certain actors and actresses to their certain roles (I, for example, find it really hard to see Daniel Radcliffe as anyone else but Harry Potter, no matter how good actor he is), but it is still frustrating. They deserve some serious credit for their other portrayals as well - especially when the characters are completely different to their earlier ones, like in this case. Okay, preach over.
