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shiftingkenz · 8 months
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soo… there is a creator. their @ justkeepdriiving. they have been making 1n€est and r4pe fics as ACTUAL smut.
i also believe they were talking about making a fic between his young daughter and him??? something along the lines oft gay. i don’t want to look again it makes me so uncomfortable.
they have a master list fr that kind of shit too, and are apparently getting ready to make an 1n€est fic between Harry and Gemma.
knowing that people ACTUALLY make these kinds fics and just writing these kinds of things in general.
rape and incest isn’t a joke and isn’t something that should be GLORIFIED let alone written about as a full-on smut.
get well soon to those who enjoy those fics.
PLEASE take a minute out of your day to report this account along with their backup.
have a great day, excluding the ones reading and writing these fics.
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shiftingkenz · 9 months
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US. (e.m x afab!reader)
requested
Eddie Munson x AFAB!reader
"I really thought that I could help you without it being about US!"
tw: some gaslighting (Eddies doing it), overall angst, cheating (eddie)
wc: 3.2K
a/n: this has been sitting in my drafts waiting to be written and finished since the early days of December. I've worked on it in little bits here and there. sorry if the timeline and emotional seem skewed, they probably are. it's been a min
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you had decided to surprise Eddie with his favourite meal that night - sushi. your relationship together has been rocky the last few of days, maybe even weeks - you've lost track of time. Everything has been so stressful for the both of you, studying for hours together, and never taking a break because Eddie desperately needs to graduate this year. all of the studying that has been being done continuously, has caused both you and him to argue.
you knew how hard he was working, and you knew how hard you were working too. So, you thought why not just have a nice surprise dinner date over at his, and forget about everything for a few hours - and just enjoy the presence of each other.
you pulled up to his trailer with takeout, and luckily, he was home. usually he was out doing a deal, or doing some campaign work and Dustin's house for fun at this time.
you took out the spare key he had given you out of your pocket, and you let yourself in, since he told you that you could - "my house is your house"
"eddieeeee??" you said in a singsong voice quietly, but just loud enough for him to maybe hear, not wanting to wake him just in case he was sleeping.
that's when you heard movement and multiple voices whispering. you couldn't make out what was being said, but you were almost certain that you had heard a female, and that they both sounded panicked (you assumed cause there was a lot of shuffling going on inside of his room)
"babe!" Eddie walked out of the room, seemingly tense with a guilty grin on his face.. he shut the door behind him, standing in from of it and guarding it in some way.
you didn't want to assume he was doing anything weird with someone else. maybe he was just hanging out with a girl. he wouldn't ever betray you like that right? the only thing that told you otherwise was the face that he had no shirt on, and his pants and boxers weren't put on properly.
"what're you acting like that for?" you asked, your eyes narrowing, an eyebrow raised.
"like what?" he said from across the hallway, voice shaking a bit as he let out a small nervous chuckle at the end of his sentence.
"who's in the room Eddie? I heard two voices. one of which sounds like a girl" you said placing the food onto the counter and walking down the hall to where his room was.
you planned on opening up the door, until he firmly put his hand on your chest, stopping you from walking in.
"no." he said sternly. "my rooms a mess right now and I don't want you going in there." completely avoiding mentioning the statement you had made moments ago.
"Eddie who's in the fucking room?" there was so much anger in you, but you were trying to convince yourself that it wasn't what you thought was going on. he wouldn't do that to you. right? he promised.
"y/n, do you really not trust me? theres no one in the fucking room, I'm in the midst of cleaning it. you're not going in there today. please just go home. I'll call you later or something. stop making this a bigger deal than it really is"
"Eddie stop fucking with me I know theres another person in there" you said as you push past him, nudging his shoulder. right as you're about to open the door, Eddie grabs your shoulder with one hand and grabs your wrist with his other hand and looks you straight in your eyes.
"theres no one in there. If you can't trust me then we have a huge problem."
you manage to pull away from his strong grip with a little bit of struggle, opening the door. and to your dismay, of course, there was another girl. you could only see the back of her head. you noticed that she's was a blonde, scrambling around the room looking around for her clothes that were thrown off god knows how long ago.
your chest heaving, tears stinging your eyes, begging to come leave the corners of your eyes. but you couldn't cry in front of them. not until you get back home.
"seriously Eddie? no one here, huh?" you point at the girl, she's turned around now, a shocked and awkward expression on her face.
Chrissy.
"fuck you Eddie. seriously. fuck you." voice filled with hurt, voice cracking a little at the end.
"y/n, - please, it's not what you think it is."
"what the fuck is it then? why is Chrissy naked?"
"I-" he doesn't have any excuses. he can't get himself out of this one.
"that's what I fucking thought, you sick BASTARD. you told me I never had to worry about her, since you only loved ME we're done Edward. don't EVER talk to me again. I'm done with your bullshit." a tear slips past your cheek, and onto eddies hellfire shirt you were wearing. he had given you that shirt on your first date.
"no baby - please just hold on a second." "don't fucking call me that. call your other girlfriend. baby instead." ouch. saying "other girlfriend" absolutely shattered you heart.
you grab your things and leave his trailer. not looking back one time.
"shit." he runs his hands across his face, turning to look at Chrissy who's now standing in the hallway.
"um- ill get going." she says, awkwardly while shuffling past Eddie's frozen and anxious frame.
"yeah, sure, I guess we'll catch up later?" he says, uncertain.
"maybe. i guess thats fine"
-------the following hours-------
that night you had taken all of the stuff he had given you. including the hellfire shirt he gave you, and the concert tickets that you saved in a small scrapbook when you went to together, keeping them so you guys can look at them in the future and have them as a memory.
after you had done all of the packing of his stuff he had left you, you cried all night, sinking into the mattress and your blankets. thinking about what Eddie kept telling you.
"Chrissy's just a friend."
"I'm not into Chrissy."
"Chrissy's not into me."
"You don't have to worry about her."
thoughts circled your mind all night long. barely getting a blink of sleep.
were you really not enough for him? what did you do wrong? were you getting boring? was he bored of your relationship and not want to say anything about it to avoid making you upset? how long has he been hooking up with Chrissy in secret for?
those same thoughts circled around and around your head. over and over and over again. but one question remained, and you knew the answer to it you were just too heartbroken and naive to admit it. "why did he hook up with her in the first place?"
it was a never-ending cycle of those things running in and out of your head, in and out the other ear all night long.
to be honest, Eddie wasn't doing great either. when Chrissy left, the scent of the takeout you had bought for the both of you that night taking over the trailer.
"what the fuck did I do?" he thought, while taking the food out of the plastic bag. he decided to not think about it, and not let it ruin his night. even though he knew he had most definitely ruined yours. but at least he still has Chrissy.. right?
-------the following week-------
you ended up waking up with red and puffy eyes every single day, and barely got a wink of sleep. Eddie on the other hand just got high all day, and went to bed - like nothing happened, pushing away the fact that he had cheated on you a multitude of times with Chrissy.
you didn't bother getting ready at all the past few days, and you decided to drive to Eddie's house with all of his stuff, hoping that only Wayne was home so you could hand your exes things to him instead of needing to face him. it was hard enough as it was, having to let go of the one person that was supposed to love you the most.
you puled up to the Munson trailer, seeing that Wayne wasn't home. Fuck. Well, you had to do it at some point. you didn't bother knowing on the door, you just left Eddie's things on the doorstep, peering into the window where the curtain hadn't covered to see Eddie alone on the couch taking a drag. you looked for a second to long, because you and Eddie locked eyes.
Eddie noticed how red your eyes were, and how horrible and tired you looked. he couldn't help but to feel a slight twinge of guilt.
you turned quickly and ran off the doorstep and to your car, as Eddie jumped off of the couch and sprinted to the door, opening it and calling your name.
"Y/N! please, come back here I want to talk to you."
you stopped in your tracks, right beside your car, blinking away the tears that had formed in your eyes.
you turned to look at him. he begged for you to come in, so that he could explain things to you.
"please. come in."
"no, Eddie. you fucked up. and I'm not going to go back into your place to hear your bullshit excuses. I'm done with you."
"then can you at least please keep tutoring me? I need to graduate this year. I'll pay you. I really need it."
fuck. what are you supposed to say?
you let out a deep sigh and run your hands across your face.
"fucking hell. fine."
Eddie's face lights up. god you miss that smile. butterflies catch your stomach, but only for a moment before it's completely overruled by the horrifying memory of catching Eddie cheating on you.
"this Friday. 7 o'clock to 8 at your trailer. tutoring, nothing more than that. have 10 bucks ready cause that's how much it's gonna cost."
"great."
Eddie misses your presence. Chrissy hadn't talked to Eddie much at all the couple days and the loneliness has started to set in. for all Wayne knows, you both have gotten into a bad fight, and just assumed you both would get over whatever it was in a. few days. But oh boy, was he wrong.
you went home, and flopped on your bed, and you couldn't help but feel like shit for doing this to yourself, knowing how much it would suck.
----------FRIDAY, 6PM----------
you woke up from your nap, looking at the time. you dread knowing that you have to go to Eddie's in an hour. At this point it's not heartbreak that you feel. It's just pure betrayal and anger. You were pretty sure you were over him. Key word: Pretty sure. You weren't sure if you loved him in a romantic way anymore, but you loved him in the sense that you still cared for him. but you would never let him know that. Never.
---------7PM---------
you showed up at his place, dressed nicely. you made sure you looked presentable, and not look horrible. you needed to make sure he knew that you weren't a mess after what he had done to you.
you were sitting in your car, pep talking yourself in your head, trying to make yourself less anxious. after a few minutes, you turned off the car engine and walked to the door.
the knocks you left on the door echoed into Eddie's room. he ran out and opened the door with a huge smile on his face.
"great to see you again! come in!"
why is he so happy?
Chrissy, probably. right?
stop. don't think about that right now, it's going to make you cry. just do the tutoring and leave. come on.
you walked in and took your shoes off. there was thick uncomfortable silence between you two as you took off your shoes.
Eddie chewed the inside of his mouth waiting for you to finish taking them off so he could guide you into his room, where he had snacks and your favorite pop set out already. he had even made his bed and cleaned his room.
he was hoping to talk to you in hopes to get you to get back together with him. hopefully.
you finished taking off your shoes, and put them on the black rubber mat beside the door where his white (well, technically brown now cause they're so dirty) reebok's.
"let's go to my room, I have all of my textbooks and stuff there. I found my math one in the deep depths of my closet while I was cleaning my room earlier. thought you might be able to help me with math too, not just science and my English assignment"
"yeah, sure, I guess. I'm only staying till 8 though, like I told you the other day. I'm not staying any longer, so let's power through this."
he felt his heart sink, hoping that you would've forgotten about the specific time slot you had set for how long you would be staying to help. but it's okay. he'll set up another tutoring day with you.
you both walk into his room, and you're surprised by the cleanly state of it.
I bet Chrissy cleaned it for him
fuck those little thoughts kept running in and out of your head like parasites.
"sit down on the bed. I changed the sheets and bedding, so don't worry about it being dirty. you don't have to be all awkward, it's still me?"
"it's still me" really? he's making it seem like he hasn't done anything wrong at all.
you sat down on the corner of his bed, him following soon after. eddie picked up his science textbook from the side table beside his bed and opened the book to the chapters where he needed the most help. well, really, he needed help with all of it - but that's not the point.
"this entire chapter here is what I'm struggling on.. and the end of our hour is quickly approaching so if we can maybe set up some more days where you come over to help?" he looks up at you, hoping you'd accept his request.
"i don't think that'd be the best idea. i'm sorry. maybe nance can help?"
he felt defeated at the rejection of his request.
"oh. yeah, of course. would you be able to ask her for me? and let me know what she says?" he wanted to see you again. talk with you again.
"i think it'd be better if you'd ask her yourself. you have chem with her 3rd period, right? ask her then." ouch. that one hurt. (hah sucks)
"yes, yes of course. i can ask her." for the next little bit, you helped eddie with his homework.
fuck did you miss this hanging out ith him. even after all he did.. the urge to get under the blankets, snuggle with him while explaining how chemical bonding works, him shutting you up with a kiss halfway through.
it wasn't just you thinking about this, obviously.
eddie was watching you intently while you explained how nucleic acids worked and whatnot.
your voice. your lips. the way your hair framed your face. everything about you was so captivating. how could he have messed up what once was a perfect relationship? all because he couldn't say no to the cheerleader he used to like in middle school. fuck.
"each nucleotide, the building block of nucleic acids, consists of three components, a sugar molecule-" you were cut short when you felt a pair of warm lips up against your own.
you reluctantly pulled away from the kiss, oh how much you missed this.. but you couldn't forget about what he had done with you. as one would normally be, you were taken aback.
"what the fuck?" you scowled, taken aback.
shit. shit. shit. what did i just do? he thought.
"i'm sorry. i don't know-"
you practically jumped off of his bed, quickly shoving what was yours that you had taken back into the bag you brought with some stuff you might need
"fuck, eddie I really thought that I could help you without it being about US! you can't just fucking kiss me like we're still a couple. you fucked it up yourself. not the other way around. you did this. don't come running back to me because your one night stand ran off and is probably ignoring you right now."
if only you knew that it was the other way around. chrissy had been trying to get a hold of eddie for the last little while, but eddie hasn't had the heart to respond, hoping that his and your relationship could be mended, somehow.
'y/n look i'm really sorry. i dont know why i did that with chrissy. it was fucked up, and it was an in the moment kind of thing. it won't happen again, i swear. seriously. please, just give me one more chance."
"eddie you can't kiss me, then tell me how sorry you are a couple weeks after you were balls deep in another fucking girl."
as the tutoring session came to an abrupt close, a mix of emotions overwhelmed you. on one hand, you still felt hurt and angry about eddie's betrayal. but on the other hand, being around him brought back memories of the good times you shared, making it harder to let go completely.
but for eddie, he felt deep regret and longing. he realized the gravity of his mistake and how much he had hurt you. seeing you, and hearing your voice, adn your laugh again reminded him of what he had lost, and he yearned for a chance to make things right.
"Y/N, I know I messed up. I can't change what happened, but I want you to know that I'm truly sorry. i never meant to hurt you, and I never wanted to lose you. I love you, and I'll do whatever it takes to get you back. please?
You sighed, meeting his teary-eyed gaze. "eddie, it's not that fucking simple, now is it? trust ins't something that can be repaired overnight and with an uncalled for kiss. i need time to heal. i don't want to see you ever fucking again. got that? please. for the love of god just leave me alone. figure out what the fuck you want before you even try to bug me again."
he nodded, wishing things had been different. "yeah. yeah. okay. that's- that's fine. and I'll give you all the time you need. just know that I'm here and i'll be waiting for you."
"eddie. don't wait for me. you won't be winning me back."
and with that, you left his house, still torn between conflicting emotions. the following days and weeks would be filled with ups and downs as you navigated the aftermath of the random ass kiss from him. It would be a difficult journey of self-reflection, forgiveness, and rebuilding trust. Both you and Eddie would need to decide if the love you once shared was strong enough to overcome the pain and move forward together, or if it was time to let go and find happiness elsewhere.
THE END. I HOPE ITS OKAY ILY
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shiftingkenz · 10 months
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I’m here to humbly request rockstar!eddie x innocent/shy!reader + breeding kink
happy national kink day!
MY ONLY GIRL
rockstar!eddie munson x shy!gf!reader
cw: 18+, smut, piv, breeding kink, mention of baby trapping, lil angsty (whoops, i pulled a carol), accidental daddy kink, pregnancy mention
notes: i went for a more shy/insecure!r approach 💗 also, as it turns out, i do not know how to write blurbs, please enjoy this actual trash!
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The fan girlies swarm Corroded Coffin after every show. Eddie could have his pick of the litter as they all follow him back to his tour bus; surrounding him for photo ops and autographs, maybe even their own chance to step inside his sweet road digs and have their way.
But Eddie’s already got his favorite girl inside: you.
Being on the road with him isn’t always easy, and after a few weeks the novelty wears off and things get a bit boring, sometimes you even opt to stay in the trailer for the shows — Eddie doesn’t mind at all.
And that’s what you did tonight. Hunkering down for some needed alone time. Staying comfy in a new merch tee and Eddie’s old Hawkins Tigers sweatpants from high school, the fleece is completely worn down, color washed out. They’re your favorite.
Things are always peaceful for the two hours the venue is hopping. But you always know exactly when the show ends because all the girls are screaming and crying their way up to your temporary home.
After giving out hugs and having a few unsolicited kisses stolen from the sides of his lips he retreats, with the help of security, into his private bus.
He skips up the steps, sweaty, fringe stuck to his forehead. He locks the door and beams when he sees you, frowns when you don’t turn away from the TV to return it like you usually do. He glances at the screen, it’s a commercial…
“Hey, baby girl,” he coos softly, fighting off the adrenaline ravaging through him. He knows his boisterous post-show energy can be overwhelming for you, and with the turned down look on your face, he makes the effort to dial it back. No matter how fast his heartbeat is fighting him.
He falls into the sofa beside you and lolls his head back against the headrests, turning to look at you. His pinky stretches out to poke your thigh and you turn to him. You don’t really look angry or sad. But you don’t look like yourself, all your features seem to be indiscernibly more tense, something only he’d be able to notice, honestly.
“How was the show?” you ask quietly, pulling at the cuff of your long sleeve Corroded Coffin tee until it covers your hand.
“It was great,” he states. “You doin’ okay?”
“I’m okay,” you sigh before turning back to the TV.
“Can I get a kiss?” he tries, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. You don’t return even a sliver of his sliver of enthusiasm, but you give him a quick peck anyway.
Eddie leaves you after that, rinsing off in the shower, hoping maybe you’ll be better by the time he returns. He knows road life is hard for his shy baby, being stuck is cramped spaces, always being surrounded by crew members or fans. But something isn’t adding up tonight because today had been a good day, and you were all smiles and kisses before he left to play.
When he shuffles down the narrow hallway and into the back bedroom he finds you there, putting some laundry away. He towels off his hair and tosses it onto the hook on the door before he closes it.
“Did you finish your book tonight?” he asks carefully, adjusting the towel around his waist. You glance at him from your peripheral, but don’t dare to look at him straight on like this. Your cheeks are already flush, even after years. Eddie notices.
“No,” you answer plainly, keeping your hands busy by pretending some of his shirts need refolding. “Two more chapters,” you murmur. You see his silhouette approaching you from behind and you tense. Which, Eddie really didn’t like.
He huffs through his nose and sits at the edge of the bed behind you, hands coming to your hips to pull you back and onto his lap. You don’t have the physically or mental strength to fight him. You keep your eyes in your own lap as he pushes your hair from your face, tucking it neatly behind your ear so he can see your pretty face.
“Wanna tell me what’s buggin’ you?”
“It’s nothing,” you say shaking your head.
“It’s something,” he corrects. “And you know you can tell me anything,” he says while he gently strokes your arm, calloused fingers scratchy, but grounding.
Your silence is killing him.
“D-did I do something, baby?” He takes your chin between his fingers and leans back so he can search your face. Sad eyes, sad posture. He wracks his brain, going through his latest interviews or bar antics, looking for anything that may have upset you, but he really has been behaving himself. “Whatever it is, I’m sorry.”
What’s worse than your stupid feelings is having to listen to him apologize for something he didn’t do. For something he really has no control over.
“You didn’t do anything.”
“Tell me.”
“It’s nothing,” you say again, clambering out of his lap to stand and cross around to your side of the bed. Eddie let’s out a defeated sigh, but more than that, he’s starting to worry. “Let’s just go to sleep.”
“I’m never gonna sleep if you don’t tell me what’s bothering you,” he decides, standing up. “Is someone bothering you?” he presses. “That dude, uh, what’s his fuckin’ name? Craig, from the merch table?”
The fact Craig even still has a job after being bold enough to text you is one of the nicer things Eddie Munson has ever done.
“Eddie,” you protest. But Eddie’s already got himself worked up all on his own and he’s resting his hand on the doorknob like he’s waiting for you to give him a reason.
“Because I’ll kick his ass out on the streets of Chicago right fucking now. I have no—”
“Eddie, stop!” you yelp over him, shrinking into your shoulders immediately after. Eddie shrinks a little at the sound too. You know you have to tell him now otherwise he’s going to fire poor Craig for the hell of it.
“Please,” you whisper, a lone tear tracking down your cheek, “don’t leave me.”
“What?” he snaps, not at you, but at your request.
“I’m scared you’re gonna leave me,” you say louder and Eddie’s heart climbs up his throat just at the thought. “For one of your girls,” you gesture out the bus window — where it’s quiet now, but was bustling with handsy girliepops just forty minutes ago — where you saw a blonde thing planting a wet one on him.
Eddie doesn’t mean to laugh when he realizes what you’re saying, he’s just mostly relieved he doesn’t have to get into an altercation with a crew member … again.
He closes the space quick, then. “C’mere,” but he’s already pulling you into him, hands cupping your jaw, thumbs swiping clean your tears that are now free falling. Your eyes twinkle up at him and he can’t believe how ridiculous you make him feel, or how you think he’d ever leave you for anyone, especially some groupie.
“You’re my only girl,” he promises with an amused smile.
“Not anymore. You -hiccup- you have a-a-a million.”
“Oh my god,” he chuckles. “A million!”
“Don’t laugh at me, Eddie. I’m serious!”
“You can’t possibly be!” he believes it, too. You can’t possibly be serious.
He bites his bottom lip to stifle the laugh but his smile isn’t so easily hidden. He dips down to kiss you softly, tongue swiping lovingly over yours. It lasts long enough to settle your pounding heartbeat and leave you a breathless puddle in his arms. You’re much calmer but those intrusive thoughts are still there — and he knows it.
“Does my baby need me to remind her how special she is?”
Your face turns red and you hide it in his bare chest, breathing in the ginger of your own body wash on his skin. Eddie knows you need some extra love once in a while. Some affirmations.
“I thought so, c’mon, lay down,” he directs you, pulling you from his chest so you can climb up into the center of the bed.
Already naked, his towel discarded on the floor, Eddie starts with your clothes; taken off piece by piece until you’re bare beneath him.
He winds you up to wriggling with branding kisses and purple marks, teeth scrapes and firm grabs to every inch of you that will allow it.
Your body molds to him, for him.
You have no idea what you do to him, for him.
“You want me like this?” he whispers against the column of your neck, hovering over you. He noses your jaw until you grant him grander access and he nips at the hot flesh just below your chin. Your hands travel up his sides and your legs part further so he can settle in, pushing his thighs under yours until the only way he can get closer is by being inside of you.
Which he is the moment you nod your cheek against his. His scruff rough to the touch. The tip of his cock presses into your well and your cunt swallows him whole. Taking every inch until you’re so full it’s the only thing you can think about, he’s the only thing you feel.
“Mmmm,” you squeal as he nudges hot into your furthest wall.
“You got it, baby, you got it.”
He starts slow, with his weight on your chest, his lips to your ear and your eyes curtained by his damp hair. Gentle rocks that have you both gasping into each others ears. You want more of him, though. You need more of him.
He leans back, hands dragging over your breasts and down the the hills and troughs of your body until they coast around your thighs and hook under your knees. Pressing your legs to your belly.
He watches the way your body accepts him, the way your hole stretches to accommodate him. In and out, in and out, in and out, in and out. You writhe and moan and he looks to you from below his fringe. Face pink, lips swollen, darkening marks starting from your thighs and across your torso, your breasts and neck — he could cum right now just by looking at you. Fuck.
You push to meet his thrusts, soft slapping echoes and the more he hears how slick you are the more unruly he becomes.
That’s how you like him the most. That’s when you feel like his the most. When he fucks you with toe-curling reckless abandon. Taking you for himself. His pace quickens like he can hear you, a brutal force that’s already pushed you up to the headboard. He starts to babble. It’s your favorite.
“This is what you needed, huh, baby girl? Just — fuck — FUCK — just needed a reminder that I’m all yours? That you’re mine. What else I gotta do?”
He means it. He’ll do whatever.
More of his weight starts to rest against the back of your thighs, his fingers digging and gripping onto any fat he can. He drags his cock all the way out and you gasp, the cold air of the trailer lapping up your soaked folds and into the empty cavern of your pussy. And just as you whine a protest he SLAMS back into you, not giving any reprieve to prepare you for the way he starts to fuck you.
You scream, fat tears rolling down your face. You don’t talk much as it is, but you couldn’t possibly now even if you tried…
“Huh? What else I gotta do?” he repeats through gritted teeth. “Do I have to knock you up? Oh FUCK!”
You flutter and squeeze around him at the suggestion. Mewling and reaching around to hold the tops of his hands where they’re cemented to your numb legs.
“I’ll knock you up, baby girl, don’t fucking play with me. I’ll breed this pretty pussy—”
“Please, please, please!”
Eddie’s eyes widen at your voice. He thinks he could keel over at the sound of you begging, he doesn’t get it very often. And never this loud, it really eggs him on.
SLAPSLAPSLAPSLAP
“That’s what you want, pretty? Want me to make you a mommy? Trap you with me? Make sure no other girl gets between us?”
SLAPSLAPSLAPSLAP
“Is that what you want?” he asks again, louder; he wants an answer and he punctuates it by pulling out until only his swollen head remains and he fucks it back into you.
“Yes! PLEASE, DADDY!” you cry, eyes opening up.
“Oh, shit!”
Eddie does keel this time, losing his focus so much he folds on top of you, catching himself with his hands on either side of your head. Sweat drips from his brow onto your cheek and he takes a moment to kiss it away, though, he doesn’t stop rutting into you. And, God, you feel him everywhere: inside of you, his body coveting yours entirely, sweat and slick and cum and him.
“Say it again,” he pleads, his hand snaking down between your bodies to rub your clit without kindness. The heat in your belly starts to pool right away and you squirm, pouting up at him. “I’m about to breed you, god, I’m gonna fuck my cum so far into there’s no fucking way you’re not having my baby. Gonna have Eddie Munson’s baby?” Your warm walls contract around him at the suggestion again and he groans without holding back. “Tell me.”
“Yes, daddy, please, PLEASE,” you cry.
“I am, baby, I am. Fuck, I’m about to.”
Eddie leans back up, without ever leaving your gorgeous cunt, he manhandles you until you’re nearly on your side, right leg stretched up his torso, ankle on his shoulder. At this angle? Your orgasm erupts without notice. Gushing around him in droves and contracting making his hips stutter and expletives flow until he inevitably cums with you, painting your walls in ropes of cum that seem to go on forever for as long as he fucks into you.
You’re letting out a chorus of daddy, daddy, daddy, thank you, please, please, please, I need it, daddy until Eddie goes blind with overstimulation and has to stop.
Once Eddie regains his vision he kisses your calf, but doesn’t let it go. Keeping you spread open to watch his milked cock fall out of you on its own. And, frankly, if he had a camera, he’d take a picture of the way your pussy looks right now. Flushed and puffy, his creamy spend beginning to drip down from your hole. Before he becomes too mesmerized by his work, he takes two fingers to scoop his seed back into you. Plugging you shut, shifting his knee under your ass to angle you back, this way it drips the right way.
Eddie watches your blissed out face until you open your eyes. You both grin; both a little embarrassed, a little shy, a little surprised.
“Good?” he asks.
“Good.”
“You’re my only girl. Forever,” he admonishes with a hiked brow. “Got it?”
You nod, pulling your pillow over your face. “Got it.”
You did not get pregnant.
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But three months later Eddie manages to get you to call him daddy again.
And, yeah, you got pregnant that time. Oops.
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Bff!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader x Bff!Dustin Henderson
★My Masterlist
Summary: The last thing you want is to bring your friends down with you, so you decide against telling them how much you've been struggling. They find out in the worst way imaginable.
Author's Note: Thank you for another request, Anon! This is the darkest fic I've written thus far. It was cathartic to channel some of my personal experiences and I hope that reading it provides similar relief.
Not suitable for sensitive readers! Extreme angst with a bittersweet ending. No use of Y/N. Inspired by the song Sara - We Three. Be sure to reblog, follow, and show some love ♡
Word count: 4.8k
Warnings: MDNI 18+! Depression and anxiety, self-harm (cutting), panic attacks, suicidal ideation and attempt (overdose), substance abuse, Eddie being a crybaby, includes swearing.
Do not proceed if the warnings are triggering for you. Read Down & to the Left instead, it has a similar theme but it's far less intense.
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There are people in this world who have the luxury of not knowing what it’s like to experience mental illness. From the outside looking in, depression is nothing more than being exceptionally sad. Unsolicited advice comes with such naivety. A myriad of superficial solutions to the multidimensional hardship that isn’t so easily soaked away by a candle-lit bubble bath or intensive exercise.
You’ve been dubbed as moody, complicated, and sensitive. These surface-level generalizations indicate that your friends wouldn’t understand what you’re going through. At this rate, it’s not worth trying to explain the corrosion eating away at your cheeks. Therefore, you continue the everlasting game of bloody knuckles and you have yet to say “mercy.” With one foot in the grave, you daydream about what your funeral will be like. Does anyone even care enough to know what your favorite flower is for the floral arrangements?
Draping a sheet over your bedroom window is essential because it makes it trickier for your demons to find you. Instead of them ripping you apart limb by limb, you dissolve into your blankets in the dark. The quietude instills a false sense of security that you hold near and dear. It’s lonesome, but you don’t want another person’s presence. Numbness is the company that you ache for. Christ, what you wouldn’t give for it to swallow you whole.
In art mediums, blue is considered the color of sadness, but it isn’t for you. With a blade as your brush, the crimson drawn to the surface of your skin is the paint. The picture you’ve created is less than pleasant but it’s certainly eye-catching. Looking in the mirror feels like seeing your scars on the wall of an art gallery, a mocking image of everything you’ve failed to be. You avoid your reflection at all costs, the full-length mirror in your bathroom is without exception.
Perhaps you’re a sucker for devastation because frankly, smiling feels unnatural. Any flicker of happiness feels repulsive and out of place. You’ve accepted that it’s not an emotion you’re meant to experience. At one point you’d felt envious of the carefree spirits who live vibrantly, but that’s not the life you’re meant to live. As if assembled with faulty parts, you’ve always felt defective.
You haven’t been going through this unaccompanied though. Dustin and Eddie have always had your back. You couldn’t ask for more reasonable best friends. Considering that you don’t open up to just anyone, it’s comforting that you can confide in these two dorks. The panic attacks have been occurring for a while now and the boys figured out how to effectively help you through them. Dustin has gotten especially adept at detecting the symptoms before you’ve noticed them yourself.
However, their awareness doesn’t go beyond your experience with anxiety. You’d think they could piece together the rest considering how often they come over to tidy up your place and make sure you’re taking care of yourself. But at the end of the day, they’re simple creatures. Even though it’s right under their noses, they don’t realize the gravity of what you’re dealing with. You refuse to drag them into the darkness with you. They’re so full of love and light, they don’t deserve exposure to emotional turmoil of this degree.
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You didn’t think you could be any more exhausted but another demanding day at work has proven otherwise. More than anything you want to lay in bed to drift away from the agony.
After dropping your keys while aiming to stick them in the lock, you scoop them up and successfully open the front door.
“Surprise!” 
You convincingly mirror the expression on the beaming faces of Nancy, Jonathan, Steve, and Robin while simultaneously noticing the bundles of balloons and the handmade banner. “Oh, wow. You guys, this is- amazing.” You’re startled by the sound of a party horn crinkling as Dustin bounces out of his hiding place. He insisted on hiding even though no one else did.
“Y’Little shit.” You chuckle and wrap your arm around his shoulders, pulling him in for a side hug. “You’re the mastermind behind this, huh?” 
Dustin tries to dodge the attempt you make at tussling his coffee-colored ringlets but fails miserably. “I couldn’t let my party planning skills go to waste. It turned out pretty great if I do say so myself.” His eyes twinkle with a sense of achievement while they search yours for approval.
“Everything looks great, Dusty Bun. Thank you.” Your arm is still draped around his shoulder, so you give him a squeeze. He cringes at the use of his pet name as you make your way across the room to greet the remainder of your guests.
Nancy is perched on Jonathan’s lap while Robin is on the opposite end of the couch, which leaves the middle cushion available for you. As much as you don’t want to be this close in proximity to anyone right now, your body is far too sore to stand for much longer. Steve pours everyone’s beverages of choice and has Dustin deliver them from the kitchen. It takes a minute for you to find the ideal spot between your friends where your thighs aren’t touching theirs.
You drown out the lively chit-chat and music by descending into yourself. Birthdays don’t mean shit anymore. They’re simply a reminder that you just spent another 364 days pretending that you’re fine. Your preoccupation with death is always breathing hotly down your neck.
Just as your throat tightens and your eyes are on the verge of watering, the front door swings open. While balancing a carton of candles and a stack of paper plates on top of a pink bakery box, Eddie attempts to shake frizzy curls out of his face. He’s slightly winded from hustling in the hopes of making it back before you did. When his eyes meet yours, the expression of tizzy deflates. “Son of a bitch. I missed it?”
Dustin snorts mockingly while motioning to you. “Obviously, dude. She beat you by a couple of minutes.”
“God dammit!” Eddie throws his head back with a groan. “I was really looking forward to yelling ‘surprise.’ I’ve always wanted to do that.”
Eddie’s pout curls into a grin when he catches the eye roll you give in response to his belatedness. He quickly dresses the cake with candles and lights them with his trusty Zippo. Even with the pep in his step, he manages to approach you slowly enough that all of the candles remain lit.
Steve kills the lights and your friends begin to sing “Happy Birthday.” Not only is Dustin intentionally off-key but he’s ad-libbing through the whole song as well.
For as long as you can remember, you’ve been uncomfortable during the duration of the tune. Rather unsure of what to do with yourself while being serenaded. Are you supposed to be singing along? Where should you be looking? Luckily your counterfeit smile is realistic enough that it’s not obvious how uncomfortable you are right now.
Eddie crouches at your feet while balancing the cake over your knees. He grins sweetly, his honey-colored irises reflecting the swaying flames atop the multicolored candles. “Okay, baby doll. Time to make your wish and make it a good one.” He winks with a nod.
The room is hushed save for the record player continuing to spin a faint melody. You can feel everyone’s eyes boring into you and it makes you want to peel your skin off. All of your friends are buzzing with merriment but you can only think about the unorthodox method of relief you’re desperately craving. What’s your birthday wish? It’s for this to be over already.
You blow out the candles with a shallow breath and the tightness in your throat exacerbates as the dark room swells with clapping and whooping before Steve turns the lights back on. Those few seconds allow you to rid your cheeks of the tears that escaped before anyone can notice.
The last thing on your mind right now is eating cake but you force yourself to do so in order to play the part of being the birthday girl. Everyone is having a blast celebrating your existence while clueless as to how badly you want to die. Even though you’re surrounded by people who love you, it doesn’t quell the provocation from within. You can’t picture anything past this birthday and you’d be content with it being the last one.
To be honest, you’ve never been very good at coping. It’s become impossible to ignore the need to etch into the plush of your thigh. You’re not going to be able to get through the remainder of this party if you don’t get it out of your system. After politely excusing yourself, the pounding in your head thunders and you slip away to your bedroom.
Once you’ve closed the door, you hastily shimmy your pants off and plop yourself at the foot of the bed. A blade is drawn from the top drawer of your nightstand and with a fierce inhale you sink the straight edge into the existing lines to deeply reopen them. Your teeth chew the inside of your lip and a dull ache shoots through your body. This is it, this is how you’re supposed to feel. You’re not meant to feel content, you’re destined to self-destruct. The countdown ticks on, though you don’t know precisely how much time you have left before you finally beg for mercy.
You’re brought out of your thoughts by Eddie’s zestful voice before the door opens. “Are you ready to tear into your presents? We’re-” With his mouth slightly agape, Eddie’s eyes lock onto the blood dripping down the curvature of your calf.
Well, the cat’s out of the bag. You intended to lock the door but failed to do so in your rash state of mind. You try to think of an excuse as if there’s a rational way to dismiss the damaging act. Your thinned forcefield evaporates and tears flood your vision once more. It’s awfully convenient because you can no longer see Eddie’s crestfallen mug.
Without further hesitation, Eddie closes the door behind him. He’s shaking from head to toe, eyes lingering on the bloodied razor blade still pinched between your fingers. He approaches cautiously, removes it from your hold, and places it in his jacket pocket. Out of sight out of mind. Eddie slides onto the bed behind you with his legs stretched alongside yours. After snaking his arms around your shoulders, he gently guides you backward against his chest.
He’s rigid for the first few seconds, but the sound of your wailing reminds him that his intention is to be a haven right now. You cling to him, fingernails digging into his forearms that are folded across your sternum. Eddie squeezes his eyes closed so tightly that the insides of his eyelids are splashed with tingling colors.
Every fighting gasp for air that you take between the silent screams causes panging in his chest as if atomic bombs are going off. He can’t afford to be distracted by his profuse concern because his priority is bringing you down from your heightened state. His mind is racing and yet it feels so blank at the same time. The blood transfers from your bare leg onto his jeans.
Of your friends in the living room, Dustin is the only one who hears the muffled commotion. He strolls down the hall to investigate. “Hey, guyyyys. The super awesome party I threw is out here.”
Eddie is quick to respond before the doorknob turns. “Don’t come in!” He knows Dustin will let himself in just as he had done moments ago. Eddie doesn’t want you to feel even more mortified by Dustin seeing you like this. “She’s not feeling well. Just uh- have everybody go home.”
“Did she hurl or something?” Dustin presses his ear against the door to try and determine what’s happening on the other side. You seemed fine a couple of minutes ago, how sick could you possibly be?
“Dude, please. Tell them she’s too tired for all the socializing tonight.” Eddie shushes you calmingly while you swallow your whimpers to avoid giving yourself away. “And you’ll need to catch a ride from Steve.”
Dustin doesn’t understand why he doesn’t get to stay and comfort you, he’s your best friend too. He cares about you just as much as Eddie, he would even argue that he loves you more than Eddie does. Regardless, he doesn’t bother arguing because judging by the tone of Eddie’s instruction, it’s not up for debate. He rallies your other pals to gather the accumulated trash on their way out. Dustin feels that his effort in making your birthday special was overlooked. He spent weeks planning out your party with the objective of impressing you.
Once the front door slams shut, your mental breakdown resumes in full force. Eddie scoops you up into his lap and rocks you gently. With your head bowed, your hair catches the tears plummeting from Eddie’s eyes. By the time you’ve stopped hyperventilating, your voice is coarse like sandpaper from screaming through the tears. “I’m sorry. I’m so s-sorry.” You whine exasperatedly. Your nasal passage is blocked, forcing you to breathe out of your mouth. It feels like your head is full of helium and the pressure is pushing against your eyes. It’s making it unbearable to keep them open.
Eddie rests his cheek on the crown of your head and exhales steadily to release the pent-up tension. He assumes that you’re apologizing for injuring yourself but that’s far from the truth. You’re not sorry for doing it, you’re just sorry he saw it. Eddie refuses to let go regardless of the pins and needles swarming his legs.
The two of you sit in silence, the only noises being your sniffles and labored breathing. Once the pattern has returned to normal and he feels confident that you can drink safely, Eddie gets to his feet to leave the room. He stops in his tracks when you tug at his hand in protest. You’re visibly troubled by being unattended.
“Sit tight, sweetheart. I’ll be back in two shakes.” Eddie pets your hair and you reluctantly release his hand from your own.
Upon his return, he’s gathered a glass of water, a wet cloth, and your first aid kit. Your arms are far too feeble to support the weight of the glass, so Eddie tips it attentively as you drink. “Thank you,” You say breathily between sips.
Eddie wipes dribbled water from your chin with a subtle hum. After placing the cup aside, he kneels at the edge of the bed. He looks up at you for permission and you nod weakly, wincing when he uses the warm cloth to rid your leg of the dried blood. The site is visibly inflamed so he’s being as gentle as he can. Once the wound is clean, Eddie applies antibiotic ointment and a bandage. Lastly, he presses a barely-there kiss to the site in order to help make it feel better.
He spares you much back and forth, so as to not overwhelm you. “Arms up.”
Ever so compliant, you raise your arms. Eddie pulls your shirt off and tosses it in the hamper. Prior to this evening, being half-naked in front of him would’ve been awkward. Although, having been pantsless up until now, you could give a shit. Being caught doing what you were was more undignified than wearing one less article of clothing would be.
“That’s goin’ too,” he motions to your bra, turning away from you to dig through your dresser.
While you’re tugging off the garment, Eddie runs his palm over the folded pajamas to see which ones are the softest and will in turn be the most pacifying. He pulls out a band tee that he hadn’t realized you’d swiped from him and the corner of his mouth quirks up but he can’t form a full grin.
You take the shirt from his extended reach and pull it over your head. “Okay.” You utter raspily as the cue that you’re decent and he can turn around.
Eddie hands you a tissue because he can hear that you’re only breathing through your mouth. You blow your nose harshly, far too spent to care about how gross it sounds. After clearing your airway with a few tissues, Eddie discards them and then uses the clean side of the wet cloth to wipe the remaining mess from under your nose. “There we go. That’s much better, isn’t it?”
With a sheepish nod, you scoot backward on the bed and lay down gradually, your muscles like stiffening cement. Eddie tucks you under the covers and as soon as your head makes contact with the pillow, your eyes fall closed and don’t reopen.
Minutes after you succumb to exhaustion, Eddie cries quietly to himself. For hours, he lays here watching you sleep and strokes your tear-stained cheek with the pad of his thumb. His eyes remain open, unwilling to rest because he’s fearful that something bad will happen if he dozes off. Eddie needs to guard you, even if that means he has to protect you from yourself. Losing you would be the worst thing that could happen to him.
Despite trying, he can’t get the image out of his head. The scattered scars that surrounded your fresh wound are burned into his memory. This wasn’t a one-time thing. Whatever is going on with you is unmistakably severe enough that you’re hiding it from him and have been for a while.
How is he going to tell Dustin? Maybe he'll leave it at the fact that you’re having a difficult time and omit the part about you hurting yourself. It would positively crush him if he found out. Besides, Eddie doesn’t want to jeopardize everything by violating your trust.
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You made Eddie promise not to tell a soul what happened that day, including Dustin. He agreed on the terms that you’d inform him when you need help from thereon out. You wish you could keep your word but that’s easier said than done. How are you supposed to vocalize the wretched things your brain tells you? It’s a language only you can comprehend, it’s meant to torment you specifically. 
You’re not stupid, you know how much that evening shook him up. To put Eddie’s heart at ease you’ve gotten better at feigning that everything is peachy keen. Not dissimilarly, Eddie is playing pretend too. He acts as though he doesn’t see you differently knowing what he does now. Obviously, you don’t want to discuss it so he continues to act like it never happened.
Eddie thinks about it every day and he’s had an abundance of nightmares that replay like an echo. He can’t move past it because not only is he concerned that you’re still hurting yourself, but you’re also refusing to let him in. You’re effectively shutting out the person you’ve told everything. Certainly, if he tried to talk to you about it, you’d remove yourself from his life entirely.
To his credit, he’s right on the money. Not only that, but your state of well-being has worsened. The daydreaming is more vivid and you ponder what the least painful way to go would be. Existing already hurts so much, you want to feel at peace when you rest.
It has surpassed psychological pain nowadays. The entirety of your body is overrun with fatigue. You just want to be free from it all. It’s like a home invasion where anxiety and depression ransack your mind in search of valuables. Anxiety leaves no stone unturned while depression covers your mouth and presses a gun to your temple.
Dustin and Eddie are still your best friends, but you’ve met someone new. Their name is Ativan and god, they’re a treat. Although prescribed as needed for your panic attacks, they offer you access to a realm of serenity that you can’t reach without them.
At the end of every grueling day, the first thing you do when you get home is swig down a tablet. By the time you’ve changed out of your work clothes and crawled into bed, you’re seeping into the dimension that connects this world to another. It feels dense but it isn’t warm or cold and it doesn’t hug nor choke you. It simply carries you away from worthlessness and inadequacy.
At the thirty-minute mark, your brain has melted to slush. Your surroundings smudge together, erasing any previously discernable objects. It’s best to be in bed because with how uncoordinated and sluggish it makes you, you become one with whatever surface you end up on.
The day Eddie caught you, you learned that he truly thinks the world of you. But when it comes down to it, you need to be more secretive in order to shield not only him but Dustin too. You hate that Eddie checks in on you from time to time. You don’t hate that he cares enough to ask, it’s that it pains you to lie every time he does.
Ideally, if you withdraw from your friends subtly enough, no one will feel majorly impacted when you decide to call it quits. People say that suicide is selfish but that’s not entirely true. If anything it’s inherently selfless because you believe that you’re freeing your loved ones of the burden that you perceive yourself as.
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Today is another one of those days where you can’t be bothered to get out of bed. You missed your shift at work in its entirety by having slept for 14 hours straight. It doesn’t matter. You’d much rather lie here to rot, so you did. Asleep or awake, all you can think about is that feeling of pure ease. A state beyond numbness and unconsciousness. Rather, it’s nothingness. That’s where you want to be.
You’re hanging on by a thread worn too thin. The apathy bites at your toes and gnaws its way up your body. Tears well in your eyes and drip onto your pillowcase. You feel nauseated and woozy. Living day after day has slashed you to the point of being able to see through yourself. Your headstone is half engraved, only missing today’s date.
While choking on the reasons why you should give up, there’s no flavor of justification for continuing to live. You subconsciously rip open tallied scabs on your wrist from last night’s bloodletting. The bedsheets run red, blood smearing across your skin. You can’t feel it, it’s not enough. The ringing demand is painfully loud. You have to make it stop.
The brittleness of your lungs causes you to claw for a rickety breath. Spit drips down your chin as your burnt-out throat fails to produce a scream. You clutch the sheets with bloodied fingers. Gotta make it stop. After rolling off of the mattress, your palms hit the floor before you can get to your feet.
You use the wall to brace yourself as you stagger to the bathroom. The medicine cabinet is torn open and rattling fills the small room as bottles fall into the basin below. The thunder in your brain overrides your senses, impairing your ability to see and hear. Your hips press against the sink to keep yourself vertical while you search the cabinet. 
With the desired bottles in hand, you pop the caps and they bounce when they hit the floor. You dump the contents into your palm, balling your fist to ensure that you don’t drop any. You don’t care how many are left, it just needs to be enough. With a few gulps of booze from the bottle tucked beside the bathtub, you throw back the handful of tablets and swallow thickly. The sensation of the bitter liquid searing your throat is tranquilizing in itself, ensuring that solace is soon to come.
Due to your stomach being empty, the shift hits like a whirlwind. You sit on the cold floor with your back against the side of the tub. The tears stop, your heart rate slows, and an unfamiliar warmth washes over you. Finally, the urge is satiated. As the full-body trembling ceases and the earth stops turning, your eyelids seal as you melt in the stillness.
Your phone rings twice only moments after you’ve taken the pills. Ten minutes later your front door opens and slams shut.
Dustin toes off his sneakers, eyeing Eddie while he does the same. “If she’s working late shouldn’t we just wait for her to get home? I don’t think she'll appreciate us being here unsupervised.”
Eddie shakes the spare house key he snagged from its hiding place. “She won’t even know we were here. We’re just gonna dig around real quick. My lighter has got to be here ‘cause I’ve looked everywhere.” He ties his hair back with a rubber band and shucks off his denim jacket.
“There’s no way you looked everywhere.” Dustin remarks, earning an annoyed look from Eddie.
“Yeah, no shit. That’s why we’re here, genius.” Eddie commences the hunt by lifting couch cushions and tossing around the decorative pillows.
Dustin fake scours for a beat before heading toward the hall.
“Where are you going?” Eddie dramatically shakes out a throw blanket as if it’ll make his Zippo appear like a magic trick. 
“Bathroom.”
“Seriously? I told you not to drink a whole can of pop.”
“Well, I did.” Dustin crosses his arms defensively. “And if I hold it any longer I'll spontaneously combust. Do you wanna have to clean that up?”
“Gross, no thanks.” Eddie tosses the blanket back on the couch, neglecting to refold it. “Just hurry up and don’t touch anything.”
“Why would I?” Dustin squints.
Eddie mirrors the teen’s prickly body language. “Uh, ‘cause you’re nosey as hell.” He states matter-of-factly.
“Am not,” Dustin calls out as he pivots down the hall. He stops in the doorway to the bathroom, met with the sight of you slumped on your side. “Eddie…”
“What? Found it?” Eddie cocks his head at Dustin’s statue-like stance. He approaches and peeks into the bathroom, then abruptly brushes past Dustin to get to you. Eddie’s knees bruise from the sheer force at which they smack the porcelain tile. He guides you to sit upright but your unsupported head rolls forward. “Nononono shit shit shit!”
When he scoops you up into his arms, he feels the subtle warmth of your skin against his own. Still alive. Thrust into panic mode, Eddie repeatedly taps your cheek to elicit a reaction but to no avail. Tears pour from his eyes as he secures your head to his heaving chest. “Go call for help!”
Dustin doesn’t flinch, his mouth hanging open and eyes unblinking. Utterly frozen in carbonite as he witnesses his best friend dying on the bathroom floor.
“NOW!” Eddie booms pressingly.
Dustin dashes away to dial 911. In the meantime, Eddie cradles you and sobs. “We’re here, sweetheart. We’re here now.”
After all this time, the way you’ve been feeling has finally broken the surface. Your emotions are now presented in their rawest form, revealing how broken you’ve been feeling.
“Hurry, Dustin!” Eddie beseeches through a wet cough. The tears cascade from his cheeks onto your limp body, soaking into the fabric of your shirt. “Just hold on for me, okay?” His voice cracks, “Please don’t go.” The knot in his stomach is taut while he focuses on the jagged passing of air through your nostrils.
He kisses your temple and nuzzles his blotchy cheek in its wake. “Please, god. Please please please… don’t take her from us.” Eddie is doing his damndest to keep you from slipping away by stimulating you with his voice and touch. A faint rattle spills from your throat, your brain is convinced that you’re floating but you’re sinking fast. “Dustin!”
On cue, he reappears in the doorway with puffy bloodshot eyes and a wet sheen trailing from his nose, pooling in his Cupid’s bow. “They’re on the way.”
“We gotta keep her warm,” Eddie sniffles with glossily desperate eyes. Dustin gets on his knees and complies. The two of them cocoon you in their body heat until the paramedics arrive.
The boys are forced out of the bathroom and they stand in the living room to stay out of the way. Dustin is enveloped in Eddie’s trembling arms. He buries his face into the crook of Eddie’s neck to dampen the sound of his unbridled blubbering.
Eddie shields him from looking as you’re wheeled out of the bathroom on the gurney. He has to be strong for Dustin because you couldn’t say the same for yourself.
Dustin grabs fistfuls of Eddie's shirt and tugs so hard that the seams snap. “She’s gonna be okay, right?” He rasps with a saturated cry.
“Yeah-” Eddie refuses to think for even a second that it’ll just be the two of them from now on. You’re a part of the unit, it’s meant to stay that way. He tightens his embrace, holding Dustin impossibly closer. ”She’s stronger than both of us combined. She’s gonna pull through this, I know it.” 
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Author's Note Cont.: Eddie and Dustin are so proud of you for trying your best every day, even when it doesn’t feel like you have much to show for it.
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shiftingkenz · 10 months
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Bff!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader x Bff!Dustin Henderson
★My Masterlist
Summary: The last thing you want is to bring your friends down with you, so you decide against telling them how much you've been struggling. They find out in the worst way imaginable.
Author's Note: Thank you for another request, Anon! This is the darkest fic I've written thus far. It was cathartic to channel some of my personal experiences and I hope that reading it provides similar relief.
Not suitable for sensitive readers! Extreme angst with a bittersweet ending. No use of Y/N. Inspired by the song Sara - We Three. Be sure to reblog, follow, and show some love ♡
Word count: 4.8k
Warnings: MDNI 18+! Depression and anxiety, self-harm (cutting), panic attacks, suicidal ideation and attempt (overdose), substance abuse, Eddie being a crybaby, includes swearing.
Do not proceed if the warnings are triggering for you. Read Down & to the Left instead, it has a similar theme but it's far less intense.
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There are people in this world who have the luxury of not knowing what it’s like to experience mental illness. From the outside looking in, depression is nothing more than being exceptionally sad. Unsolicited advice comes with such naivety. A myriad of superficial solutions to the multidimensional hardship that isn’t so easily soaked away by a candle-lit bubble bath or intensive exercise.
You’ve been dubbed as moody, complicated, and sensitive. These surface-level generalizations indicate that your friends wouldn’t understand what you’re going through. At this rate, it’s not worth trying to explain the corrosion eating away at your cheeks. Therefore, you continue the everlasting game of bloody knuckles and you have yet to say “mercy.” With one foot in the grave, you daydream about what your funeral will be like. Does anyone even care enough to know what your favorite flower is for the floral arrangements?
Draping a sheet over your bedroom window is essential because it makes it trickier for your demons to find you. Instead of them ripping you apart limb by limb, you dissolve into your blankets in the dark. The quietude instills a false sense of security that you hold near and dear. It’s lonesome, but you don’t want another person’s presence. Numbness is the company that you ache for. Christ, what you wouldn’t give for it to swallow you whole.
In art mediums, blue is considered the color of sadness, but it isn’t for you. With a blade as your brush, the crimson drawn to the surface of your skin is the paint. The picture you’ve created is less than pleasant but it’s certainly eye-catching. Looking in the mirror feels like seeing your scars on the wall of an art gallery, a mocking image of everything you’ve failed to be. You avoid your reflection at all costs, the full-length mirror in your bathroom is without exception.
Perhaps you’re a sucker for devastation because frankly, smiling feels unnatural. Any flicker of happiness feels repulsive and out of place. You’ve accepted that it’s not an emotion you’re meant to experience. At one point you’d felt envious of the carefree spirits who live vibrantly, but that’s not the life you’re meant to live. As if assembled with faulty parts, you’ve always felt defective.
You haven’t been going through this unaccompanied though. Dustin and Eddie have always had your back. You couldn’t ask for more reasonable best friends. Considering that you don’t open up to just anyone, it’s comforting that you can confide in these two dorks. The panic attacks have been occurring for a while now and the boys figured out how to effectively help you through them. Dustin has gotten especially adept at detecting the symptoms before you’ve noticed them yourself.
However, their awareness doesn’t go beyond your experience with anxiety. You’d think they could piece together the rest considering how often they come over to tidy up your place and make sure you’re taking care of yourself. But at the end of the day, they’re simple creatures. Even though it’s right under their noses, they don’t realize the gravity of what you’re dealing with. You refuse to drag them into the darkness with you. They’re so full of love and light, they don’t deserve exposure to emotional turmoil of this degree.
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You didn’t think you could be any more exhausted but another demanding day at work has proven otherwise. More than anything you want to lay in bed to drift away from the agony.
After dropping your keys while aiming to stick them in the lock, you scoop them up and successfully open the front door.
“Surprise!” 
You convincingly mirror the expression on the beaming faces of Nancy, Jonathan, Steve, and Robin while simultaneously noticing the bundles of balloons and the handmade banner. “Oh, wow. You guys, this is- amazing.” You’re startled by the sound of a party horn crinkling as Dustin bounces out of his hiding place. He insisted on hiding even though no one else did.
“Y’Little shit.” You chuckle and wrap your arm around his shoulders, pulling him in for a side hug. “You’re the mastermind behind this, huh?” 
Dustin tries to dodge the attempt you make at tussling his coffee-colored ringlets but fails miserably. “I couldn’t let my party planning skills go to waste. It turned out pretty great if I do say so myself.” His eyes twinkle with a sense of achievement while they search yours for approval.
“Everything looks great, Dusty Bun. Thank you.” Your arm is still draped around his shoulder, so you give him a squeeze. He cringes at the use of his pet name as you make your way across the room to greet the remainder of your guests.
Nancy is perched on Jonathan’s lap while Robin is on the opposite end of the couch, which leaves the middle cushion available for you. As much as you don’t want to be this close in proximity to anyone right now, your body is far too sore to stand for much longer. Steve pours everyone’s beverages of choice and has Dustin deliver them from the kitchen. It takes a minute for you to find the ideal spot between your friends where your thighs aren’t touching theirs.
You drown out the lively chit-chat and music by descending into yourself. Birthdays don’t mean shit anymore. They’re simply a reminder that you just spent another 364 days pretending that you’re fine. Your preoccupation with death is always breathing hotly down your neck.
Just as your throat tightens and your eyes are on the verge of watering, the front door swings open. While balancing a carton of candles and a stack of paper plates on top of a pink bakery box, Eddie attempts to shake frizzy curls out of his face. He’s slightly winded from hustling in the hopes of making it back before you did. When his eyes meet yours, the expression of tizzy deflates. “Son of a bitch. I missed it?”
Dustin snorts mockingly while motioning to you. “Obviously, dude. She beat you by a couple of minutes.”
“God dammit!” Eddie throws his head back with a groan. “I was really looking forward to yelling ‘surprise.’ I’ve always wanted to do that.”
Eddie’s pout curls into a grin when he catches the eye roll you give in response to his belatedness. He quickly dresses the cake with candles and lights them with his trusty Zippo. Even with the pep in his step, he manages to approach you slowly enough that all of the candles remain lit.
Steve kills the lights and your friends begin to sing “Happy Birthday.” Not only is Dustin intentionally off-key but he’s ad-libbing through the whole song as well.
For as long as you can remember, you’ve been uncomfortable during the duration of the tune. Rather unsure of what to do with yourself while being serenaded. Are you supposed to be singing along? Where should you be looking? Luckily your counterfeit smile is realistic enough that it’s not obvious how uncomfortable you are right now.
Eddie crouches at your feet while balancing the cake over your knees. He grins sweetly, his honey-colored irises reflecting the swaying flames atop the multicolored candles. “Okay, baby doll. Time to make your wish and make it a good one.” He winks with a nod.
The room is hushed save for the record player continuing to spin a faint melody. You can feel everyone’s eyes boring into you and it makes you want to peel your skin off. All of your friends are buzzing with merriment but you can only think about the unorthodox method of relief you’re desperately craving. What’s your birthday wish? It’s for this to be over already.
You blow out the candles with a shallow breath and the tightness in your throat exacerbates as the dark room swells with clapping and whooping before Steve turns the lights back on. Those few seconds allow you to rid your cheeks of the tears that escaped before anyone can notice.
The last thing on your mind right now is eating cake but you force yourself to do so in order to play the part of being the birthday girl. Everyone is having a blast celebrating your existence while clueless as to how badly you want to die. Even though you’re surrounded by people who love you, it doesn’t quell the provocation from within. You can’t picture anything past this birthday and you’d be content with it being the last one.
To be honest, you’ve never been very good at coping. It’s become impossible to ignore the need to etch into the plush of your thigh. You’re not going to be able to get through the remainder of this party if you don’t get it out of your system. After politely excusing yourself, the pounding in your head thunders and you slip away to your bedroom.
Once you’ve closed the door, you hastily shimmy your pants off and plop yourself at the foot of the bed. A blade is drawn from the top drawer of your nightstand and with a fierce inhale you sink the straight edge into the existing lines to deeply reopen them. Your teeth chew the inside of your lip and a dull ache shoots through your body. This is it, this is how you’re supposed to feel. You’re not meant to feel content, you’re destined to self-destruct. The countdown ticks on, though you don’t know precisely how much time you have left before you finally beg for mercy.
You’re brought out of your thoughts by Eddie’s zestful voice before the door opens. “Are you ready to tear into your presents? We’re-” With his mouth slightly agape, Eddie’s eyes lock onto the blood dripping down the curvature of your calf.
Well, the cat’s out of the bag. You intended to lock the door but failed to do so in your rash state of mind. You try to think of an excuse as if there’s a rational way to dismiss the damaging act. Your thinned forcefield evaporates and tears flood your vision once more. It’s awfully convenient because you can no longer see Eddie’s crestfallen mug.
Without further hesitation, Eddie closes the door behind him. He’s shaking from head to toe, eyes lingering on the bloodied razor blade still pinched between your fingers. He approaches cautiously, removes it from your hold, and places it in his jacket pocket. Out of sight out of mind. Eddie slides onto the bed behind you with his legs stretched alongside yours. After snaking his arms around your shoulders, he gently guides you backward against his chest.
He’s rigid for the first few seconds, but the sound of your wailing reminds him that his intention is to be a haven right now. You cling to him, fingernails digging into his forearms that are folded across your sternum. Eddie squeezes his eyes closed so tightly that the insides of his eyelids are splashed with tingling colors.
Every fighting gasp for air that you take between the silent screams causes panging in his chest as if atomic bombs are going off. He can’t afford to be distracted by his profuse concern because his priority is bringing you down from your heightened state. His mind is racing and yet it feels so blank at the same time. The blood transfers from your bare leg onto his jeans.
Of your friends in the living room, Dustin is the only one who hears the muffled commotion. He strolls down the hall to investigate. “Hey, guyyyys. The super awesome party I threw is out here.”
Eddie is quick to respond before the doorknob turns. “Don’t come in!” He knows Dustin will let himself in just as he had done moments ago. Eddie doesn’t want you to feel even more mortified by Dustin seeing you like this. “She’s not feeling well. Just uh- have everybody go home.”
“Did she hurl or something?” Dustin presses his ear against the door to try and determine what’s happening on the other side. You seemed fine a couple of minutes ago, how sick could you possibly be?
“Dude, please. Tell them she’s too tired for all the socializing tonight.” Eddie shushes you calmingly while you swallow your whimpers to avoid giving yourself away. “And you’ll need to catch a ride from Steve.”
Dustin doesn’t understand why he doesn’t get to stay and comfort you, he’s your best friend too. He cares about you just as much as Eddie, he would even argue that he loves you more than Eddie does. Regardless, he doesn’t bother arguing because judging by the tone of Eddie’s instruction, it’s not up for debate. He rallies your other pals to gather the accumulated trash on their way out. Dustin feels that his effort in making your birthday special was overlooked. He spent weeks planning out your party with the objective of impressing you.
Once the front door slams shut, your mental breakdown resumes in full force. Eddie scoops you up into his lap and rocks you gently. With your head bowed, your hair catches the tears plummeting from Eddie’s eyes. By the time you’ve stopped hyperventilating, your voice is coarse like sandpaper from screaming through the tears. “I’m sorry. I��m so s-sorry.” You whine exasperatedly. Your nasal passage is blocked, forcing you to breathe out of your mouth. It feels like your head is full of helium and the pressure is pushing against your eyes. It’s making it unbearable to keep them open.
Eddie rests his cheek on the crown of your head and exhales steadily to release the pent-up tension. He assumes that you’re apologizing for injuring yourself but that’s far from the truth. You’re not sorry for doing it, you’re just sorry he saw it. Eddie refuses to let go regardless of the pins and needles swarming his legs.
The two of you sit in silence, the only noises being your sniffles and labored breathing. Once the pattern has returned to normal and he feels confident that you can drink safely, Eddie gets to his feet to leave the room. He stops in his tracks when you tug at his hand in protest. You’re visibly troubled by being unattended.
“Sit tight, sweetheart. I’ll be back in two shakes.” Eddie pets your hair and you reluctantly release his hand from your own.
Upon his return, he’s gathered a glass of water, a wet cloth, and your first aid kit. Your arms are far too feeble to support the weight of the glass, so Eddie tips it attentively as you drink. “Thank you,” You say breathily between sips.
Eddie wipes dribbled water from your chin with a subtle hum. After placing the cup aside, he kneels at the edge of the bed. He looks up at you for permission and you nod weakly, wincing when he uses the warm cloth to rid your leg of the dried blood. The site is visibly inflamed so he’s being as gentle as he can. Once the wound is clean, Eddie applies antibiotic ointment and a bandage. Lastly, he presses a barely-there kiss to the site in order to help make it feel better.
He spares you much back and forth, so as to not overwhelm you. “Arms up.”
Ever so compliant, you raise your arms. Eddie pulls your shirt off and tosses it in the hamper. Prior to this evening, being half-naked in front of him would’ve been awkward. Although, having been pantsless up until now, you could give a shit. Being caught doing what you were was more undignified than wearing one less article of clothing would be.
“That’s goin’ too,” he motions to your bra, turning away from you to dig through your dresser.
While you’re tugging off the garment, Eddie runs his palm over the folded pajamas to see which ones are the softest and will in turn be the most pacifying. He pulls out a band tee that he hadn’t realized you’d swiped from him and the corner of his mouth quirks up but he can’t form a full grin.
You take the shirt from his extended reach and pull it over your head. “Okay.” You utter raspily as the cue that you’re decent and he can turn around.
Eddie hands you a tissue because he can hear that you’re only breathing through your mouth. You blow your nose harshly, far too spent to care about how gross it sounds. After clearing your airway with a few tissues, Eddie discards them and then uses the clean side of the wet cloth to wipe the remaining mess from under your nose. “There we go. That’s much better, isn’t it?”
With a sheepish nod, you scoot backward on the bed and lay down gradually, your muscles like stiffening cement. Eddie tucks you under the covers and as soon as your head makes contact with the pillow, your eyes fall closed and don’t reopen.
Minutes after you succumb to exhaustion, Eddie cries quietly to himself. For hours, he lays here watching you sleep and strokes your tear-stained cheek with the pad of his thumb. His eyes remain open, unwilling to rest because he’s fearful that something bad will happen if he dozes off. Eddie needs to guard you, even if that means he has to protect you from yourself. Losing you would be the worst thing that could happen to him.
Despite trying, he can’t get the image out of his head. The scattered scars that surrounded your fresh wound are burned into his memory. This wasn’t a one-time thing. Whatever is going on with you is unmistakably severe enough that you’re hiding it from him and have been for a while.
How is he going to tell Dustin? Maybe he'll leave it at the fact that you’re having a difficult time and omit the part about you hurting yourself. It would positively crush him if he found out. Besides, Eddie doesn’t want to jeopardize everything by violating your trust.
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You made Eddie promise not to tell a soul what happened that day, including Dustin. He agreed on the terms that you’d inform him when you need help from thereon out. You wish you could keep your word but that’s easier said than done. How are you supposed to vocalize the wretched things your brain tells you? It’s a language only you can comprehend, it’s meant to torment you specifically. 
You’re not stupid, you know how much that evening shook him up. To put Eddie’s heart at ease you’ve gotten better at feigning that everything is peachy keen. Not dissimilarly, Eddie is playing pretend too. He acts as though he doesn’t see you differently knowing what he does now. Obviously, you don’t want to discuss it so he continues to act like it never happened.
Eddie thinks about it every day and he’s had an abundance of nightmares that replay like an echo. He can’t move past it because not only is he concerned that you’re still hurting yourself, but you’re also refusing to let him in. You’re effectively shutting out the person you’ve told everything. Certainly, if he tried to talk to you about it, you’d remove yourself from his life entirely.
To his credit, he’s right on the money. Not only that, but your state of well-being has worsened. The daydreaming is more vivid and you ponder what the least painful way to go would be. Existing already hurts so much, you want to feel at peace when you rest.
It has surpassed psychological pain nowadays. The entirety of your body is overrun with fatigue. You just want to be free from it all. It’s like a home invasion where anxiety and depression ransack your mind in search of valuables. Anxiety leaves no stone unturned while depression covers your mouth and presses a gun to your temple.
Dustin and Eddie are still your best friends, but you’ve met someone new. Their name is Ativan and god, they’re a treat. Although prescribed as needed for your panic attacks, they offer you access to a realm of serenity that you can’t reach without them.
At the end of every grueling day, the first thing you do when you get home is swig down a tablet. By the time you’ve changed out of your work clothes and crawled into bed, you’re seeping into the dimension that connects this world to another. It feels dense but it isn’t warm or cold and it doesn’t hug nor choke you. It simply carries you away from worthlessness and inadequacy.
At the thirty-minute mark, your brain has melted to slush. Your surroundings smudge together, erasing any previously discernable objects. It’s best to be in bed because with how uncoordinated and sluggish it makes you, you become one with whatever surface you end up on.
The day Eddie caught you, you learned that he truly thinks the world of you. But when it comes down to it, you need to be more secretive in order to shield not only him but Dustin too. You hate that Eddie checks in on you from time to time. You don’t hate that he cares enough to ask, it’s that it pains you to lie every time he does.
Ideally, if you withdraw from your friends subtly enough, no one will feel majorly impacted when you decide to call it quits. People say that suicide is selfish but that’s not entirely true. If anything it’s inherently selfless because you believe that you’re freeing your loved ones of the burden that you perceive yourself as.
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Today is another one of those days where you can’t be bothered to get out of bed. You missed your shift at work in its entirety by having slept for 14 hours straight. It doesn’t matter. You’d much rather lie here to rot, so you did. Asleep or awake, all you can think about is that feeling of pure ease. A state beyond numbness and unconsciousness. Rather, it’s nothingness. That’s where you want to be.
You’re hanging on by a thread worn too thin. The apathy bites at your toes and gnaws its way up your body. Tears well in your eyes and drip onto your pillowcase. You feel nauseated and woozy. Living day after day has slashed you to the point of being able to see through yourself. Your headstone is half engraved, only missing today’s date.
While choking on the reasons why you should give up, there’s no flavor of justification for continuing to live. You subconsciously rip open tallied scabs on your wrist from last night’s bloodletting. The bedsheets run red, blood smearing across your skin. You can’t feel it, it’s not enough. The ringing demand is painfully loud. You have to make it stop.
The brittleness of your lungs causes you to claw for a rickety breath. Spit drips down your chin as your burnt-out throat fails to produce a scream. You clutch the sheets with bloodied fingers. Gotta make it stop. After rolling off of the mattress, your palms hit the floor before you can get to your feet.
You use the wall to brace yourself as you stagger to the bathroom. The medicine cabinet is torn open and rattling fills the small room as bottles fall into the basin below. The thunder in your brain overrides your senses, impairing your ability to see and hear. Your hips press against the sink to keep yourself vertical while you search the cabinet. 
With the desired bottles in hand, you pop the caps and they bounce when they hit the floor. You dump the contents into your palm, balling your fist to ensure that you don’t drop any. You don’t care how many are left, it just needs to be enough. With a few gulps of booze from the bottle tucked beside the bathtub, you throw back the handful of tablets and swallow thickly. The sensation of the bitter liquid searing your throat is tranquilizing in itself, ensuring that solace is soon to come.
Due to your stomach being empty, the shift hits like a whirlwind. You sit on the cold floor with your back against the side of the tub. The tears stop, your heart rate slows, and an unfamiliar warmth washes over you. Finally, the urge is satiated. As the full-body trembling ceases and the earth stops turning, your eyelids seal as you melt in the stillness.
Your phone rings twice only moments after you’ve taken the pills. Ten minutes later your front door opens and slams shut.
Dustin toes off his sneakers, eyeing Eddie while he does the same. “If she’s working late shouldn’t we just wait for her to get home? I don’t think she'll appreciate us being here unsupervised.”
Eddie shakes the spare house key he snagged from its hiding place. “She won’t even know we were here. We’re just gonna dig around real quick. My lighter has got to be here ‘cause I’ve looked everywhere.” He ties his hair back with a rubber band and shucks off his denim jacket.
“There’s no way you looked everywhere.” Dustin remarks, earning an annoyed look from Eddie.
“Yeah, no shit. That’s why we’re here, genius.” Eddie commences the hunt by lifting couch cushions and tossing around the decorative pillows.
Dustin fake scours for a beat before heading toward the hall.
“Where are you going?” Eddie dramatically shakes out a throw blanket as if it’ll make his Zippo appear like a magic trick. 
“Bathroom.”
“Seriously? I told you not to drink a whole can of pop.”
“Well, I did.” Dustin crosses his arms defensively. “And if I hold it any longer I'll spontaneously combust. Do you wanna have to clean that up?”
“Gross, no thanks.” Eddie tosses the blanket back on the couch, neglecting to refold it. “Just hurry up and don’t touch anything.”
“Why would I?” Dustin squints.
Eddie mirrors the teen’s prickly body language. “Uh, ‘cause you’re nosey as hell.” He states matter-of-factly.
“Am not,” Dustin calls out as he pivots down the hall. He stops in the doorway to the bathroom, met with the sight of you slumped on your side. “Eddie…”
“What? Found it?” Eddie cocks his head at Dustin’s statue-like stance. He approaches and peeks into the bathroom, then abruptly brushes past Dustin to get to you. Eddie’s knees bruise from the sheer force at which they smack the porcelain tile. He guides you to sit upright but your unsupported head rolls forward. “Nononono shit shit shit!”
When he scoops you up into his arms, he feels the subtle warmth of your skin against his own. Still alive. Thrust into panic mode, Eddie repeatedly taps your cheek to elicit a reaction but to no avail. Tears pour from his eyes as he secures your head to his heaving chest. “Go call for help!”
Dustin doesn’t flinch, his mouth hanging open and eyes unblinking. Utterly frozen in carbonite as he witnesses his best friend dying on the bathroom floor.
“NOW!” Eddie booms pressingly.
Dustin dashes away to dial 911. In the meantime, Eddie cradles you and sobs. “We’re here, sweetheart. We’re here now.”
After all this time, the way you’ve been feeling has finally broken the surface. Your emotions are now presented in their rawest form, revealing how broken you’ve been feeling.
“Hurry, Dustin!” Eddie beseeches through a wet cough. The tears cascade from his cheeks onto your limp body, soaking into the fabric of your shirt. “Just hold on for me, okay?” His voice cracks, “Please don’t go.” The knot in his stomach is taut while he focuses on the jagged passing of air through your nostrils.
He kisses your temple and nuzzles his blotchy cheek in its wake. “Please, god. Please please please… don’t take her from us.” Eddie is doing his damndest to keep you from slipping away by stimulating you with his voice and touch. A faint rattle spills from your throat, your brain is convinced that you’re floating but you’re sinking fast. “Dustin!”
On cue, he reappears in the doorway with puffy bloodshot eyes and a wet sheen trailing from his nose, pooling in his Cupid’s bow. “They’re on the way.”
“We gotta keep her warm,” Eddie sniffles with glossily desperate eyes. Dustin gets on his knees and complies. The two of them cocoon you in their body heat until the paramedics arrive.
The boys are forced out of the bathroom and they stand in the living room to stay out of the way. Dustin is enveloped in Eddie’s trembling arms. He buries his face into the crook of Eddie’s neck to dampen the sound of his unbridled blubbering.
Eddie shields him from looking as you’re wheeled out of the bathroom on the gurney. He has to be strong for Dustin because you couldn’t say the same for yourself.
Dustin grabs fistfuls of Eddie's shirt and tugs so hard that the seams snap. “She’s gonna be okay, right?” He rasps with a saturated cry.
“Yeah-” Eddie refuses to think for even a second that it’ll just be the two of them from now on. You’re a part of the unit, it’s meant to stay that way. He tightens his embrace, holding Dustin impossibly closer. ”She’s stronger than both of us combined. She’s gonna pull through this, I know it.” 
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Author's Note Cont.: Eddie and Dustin are so proud of you for trying your best every day, even when it doesn’t feel like you have much to show for it.
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Fuck, I'm So Sorry- Eddie Munson x Reader
Requested: Yes
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Pairing: Eddie Munson x female!reader
Requested: Yes
Word count: 1,319
Warnings: swearing, crying, Eddie yelling at you but makes up for it.
100% Fluff
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“Now put your finger here and strum light like this,” Eddie guides your hand from behind you. You’re sitting on your bedroom floor between Eddie’s legs. He brought his guitar over to your place after months of begging him to teach you. He was worried about you damaging his poor guitar, but you promised him he could keep his hands on it at all times to make sure not even a scratch could happen.
You strum, and it makes a way prettier noise than five minutes ago in your first part of the practice. You turn your head and smile at him. He rubs his nose against yours before catching your lips with his. He meant it as a peck, but you got lost in his intoxicating taste. You turn as much as possible in his lap, letting go of the guitar. 
It slips from your lap and hits the floor. You both jump, and he reaches around you and grabs it, laughing. “At least we’re not on your bed. That would’ve been a nasty fall.” He slides the guitar back in your lap.
“Sorry, Eds. I got a little carried away there.” You flush, putting your hands back in position on the guitar.
He leans over and kisses your cheek. “It’s fine, babe. Anyways, where were we?”
The next hour, you learn simple strings while the rain splatters against your window.
Lightning flashes over your room, causing you to jump a bit.
“I’ve got you, babe, don’t worry, your pretty little head.” He kisses the back of your head while bringing you impossibly closer.
“Are you talking to me or the guitar?” you laugh.
“Of course, I’m talking to you––” A deep, rumbling thunder cuts him off. 
It was close and caused you to yelp and jump while tightening your hold on the neck of the guitar. The sharp jump movement with your hand's opposing force caused the neck to crack. You both hear it, looking down at the neck and seeing the crack, only another hit away from the entire top breaking in half.
“Fuck, Eds! I’m so sorry!” You let go of the guitar to let him grab it. He jumped up with the guitar, inspecting it.
“Fuck, Y/N! I knew this would happen. This is why I didn’t want to teach you. Fuck! I have a show this weekend, and this is gonna cost an arm and leg to fix. Probably my kidney too!” 
You’ve never seen him so mad at you. You’ve definitely seen him angry, but it has never been directed towards you. You jump to your feet with your hands out, unsure whether to grab Eddie or the guitar, but you’re frantic. “I’m so sorry, Eddie. I didn’t mean it.”
He puts the guitar in the case, latches it shut, and stands up, walking to your door. “I’ve gotta go see if I can fix it myself or something.”
“Eds, let me help. I’m sorry. I didn’t ––”
“It is what it is, Y/N. I gotta go!” He stormed out of your room, and a few seconds later, you heard your front door slam shut.
You sink to your knees and start crying. You hear his van start over, the loud rain pings hitting your window. You hold yourself, rocking back and forth.
“It was just an accident,” you whisper to yourself.
After a few minutes, when you ran out of tears, you looked over at the clock. It only takes him about 10 minutes to get from your house to his. In the rain and at night, maybe an extra few minutes. He’s been gone for roughly 15 minutes now.
You pull yourself off the ground and go over to the phone by your bed. You dial his number and let it ring. He doesn’t pick up.
You try again. Nothing.
Now you start to worry. What if he didn’t make it home? 
He did drive off pretty fast, and he was mad, so now you start to think the worst.
You dial again. And again. Now that it’s your fifth time calling, if he doesn’t pick up this time, you swear you’re going to jump in your car and go check.
“What?” He snaps on the phone.
“Eddie, a-are you OK?” your voice breaks.
He sighs. “Yes, I’m fine. Now stop calling. You’re gonna wake up the neighbors. I’ll talk to you later.” He hangs up.
You start crying again. You roll up into a ball on your bed, ending up crying yourself to sleep.
An hour or two later, you hear tapping on your window. You ignore the taps, thinking it’s the wind or the rain, and rollover. Your head hurts from the sobbing.
The taps continue, getting louder. They became knocks.
You jump up and grab the baseball bat you keep under your bed–– your parents leave you home alone often–– and stalk slowly to your window. Once you get close enough, your hands tightening on the bat, a figure pops up in view. You go to yell but realize it’s Eddie, soaking wet. He lightly smiles at you. You drop the bat and open the window, letting him jump in.
His hands go up defensively. “Damn, were you gonna beat the shit outta me? Well, I know I deserve it.”
“Let me go get you a towel; you’re soaked.” You go to leave the room, but he grabs your wrist and pulls you into his soaking form.
He kisses the top of your head and sways you back and forth. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. It wasn’t even that bad. I have a friend who will help me fix it tomorrow.”
You look up at him and sniffle. “You said you didn’t want to teach me. That you knew that I’d break it. I didn’t mean to….” you trail off, feeling the tears well up.
“Hey, hey, no. I was dumb. I was being an ass. I’m sorry, babe. Fuck, I’m sorry. Please don’t cry,” he shoves his face into your hair, tightening his arms around you.
The two of you stand like this for a while, waiting for you to settle your breathing. You look up at him and give a weak smile. He leans down and rubs his nose against yours. “I obviously love you more than the guitar, princess. You know that, right?”
You lean up on your toes and kiss him lightly, pulling away. “I know now. I love you too, Eds. Now let me get you a towel and a change of clothes because I’m not letting you back out into that storm.”
Once getting a change of clothes from your dad’s closet–– an old shirt and shorts you know he won't miss–– and a few towels, you come back with a confused look on your face. “Eds, you do know my parents aren’t home, right?” you toss the towel at him, going and grabbing new pajamas for yourself. 
He starts to change as you have your back to him, slipping on a new top and sleep pants. “Yeah, I know. Why?”
You turn back to him. “You climbed through my window. In the rain. I have a front door, you know.”
He smiles, ruffling the towel through his hair. “I thought it’d be more romantic to scale your house to apologize. What, is there a problem with that?” He throws the towel in your face jokingly.
“You could’ve been struck by lightning. Or fallen. Or now catch a nasty cold since you were in the rain for however long.” You cross your arms over your chest.
“Aw, I love when you care too much, babe. C’mere.” He reaches out and grabs your waist, bringing you in for a kiss. “And when my guitar is all fixed up, I promise I’ll go back to teaching you how to play. Just, probably not during a storm next time.”
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We'll burn the sky | part six
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Warnings: a lot of angst, mentions of suicide (reader's dad's death), mentions of drug abuse, absent parents, mentions of cheating
Pairings: Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Rockstar!fem!reader | Eddie Munson x Chrissy Cunningham
Summary: after finding out the truth about Eddie, you struggle with your feelings and your trust in him.
Words count: 7.6k
@littledemondani thank you for the idea with the *cough* kiss *cough*
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When you were 7 years old, you watched your mother pack your clothes into the pink bag your dad gave you for your birthday. You were crying, holding your favorite plushie against your chest as you stared at her. 
“Please mom, I don’t want to go,” you said to her, “I wanna stay with you.” 
Your mother didn’t listen and if she did, she didn’t care. She threw your clothes and your shoes in there, not even bothering to fold your shirts or your pants. 
“I can’t do this anymore.” Is all she said to you, letting the tears fall down her pretty face, “he can take better care of you.”
“I don’t want to live with Dad, he’s never home.” 
Your words meant nothing to her. She continued to pack your clothes until they were all stuffed in the bag. She grabbed your hand and led you to her car. She dropped you off at your Dad’s house. She gave you one last hug and a goodbye kiss on your forehead before she left you standing in the rain, crying for her not to go, not caring that he wouldn’t be home until later that night. 
That was the last time you had seen her. Sometimes she would call or send you a letter but that’s all. She never gave you an explanation as to why she left you. 
You weren’t shocked, even at the age of 7, you could tell that she struggled with you in her life, you saw it coming. 
At the age of 12, you watched your dad being hospitalized after a concert. He collapsed on stage after performing the last song of the night. You watched him sing from backstage and when you saw him passing out, you didn’t even hesitate to run towards him, brushing Sam’s hands off of you when he tried to pull you away from your dad. 
They told you that he was dehydrated and tired and that is why he had passed out but you weren’t clueless. Even then, you already knew what he did when he locked himself in the bathrooms and came out wiping his nose.
You weren’t shocked about what happened that night. 
He was an amazing dad and when you moved in with him, he did everything to make you happy. He spent as much time with you as he could but he was a suffering person and you knew that it was only a matter of time before he left you too. 
At the age of 15, you watched your best friend choosing others over you. She began to pull away from you more and more, every day. Always making excuses to cancel plans with you. She’d tell you she was sick but then you’d see her making plans with other people, with girls that didn’t like you. 
That didn’t shock you either. 
At the age of 17, your life changed forever. 
On Christmas Eve, you came home after visiting Sam and his family. You brought the cookies that his kids made, the ones that your dad loved so much. You placed them on the counter before you went looking for him, thinking that you would find him in his office. 
You could still smell his cologne and the pine from the christmas tree that stood in the large living room whenever you thought of that day. 
A dreadful feeling settled in your stomach when you didn’t hear his voice or the sound of his guitar playing. 
He wasn’t in his office, he wasn’t in his bedroom either and deep down you already knew what you would find. You called out to him with a shaky voice as you neared the open bathroom door. You opened it fully and the sight in front of you made you want to throw up. 
Your dad was laying on the bathroom floor, needle still sticking inside his skin, his eyes were closed, he was already gone.
You ran towards him and dropped to your knees, you pulled his dead body into your lap and cried for him to wake up even though you knew that he would never wake up again, he would never open his eyes again, he would never come back again.
What you found that night didn't shock you either, you saw it coming. He had been dead for a long time already, what was left was only an empty shell.
But nothing, absolutely nothing could have prepared you for this moment. 
You stand frozen in place, your heart is racing in your chest, you feel the emptiness in your stomach starting to eat at you. The coil in your throat makes you struggle to breath. 
Her lips are moving but you can’t hear what she is saying. 
You blink, furrowing your brows as you tear your eyes away from her and look into those brown eyes that you have found home in. He is staring at you, looking into your eyes with shock, sadness, panic, regret and guilt, the guilt that has been there so many times, the guilt that you couldn’t explain until now. 
And even though she is there and other's are rushing past you, no one else exists in that moment but the two of you as you stare into each other's eyes.
You are confused and lost. There is no other emotions yet, just endless confusion.
Your eyes trail down to her hand that is resting on his chest, her body is pressed against his, she is smiling as she looks up at him, not realizing that he isn’t even listening to a word she is saying.
Your breath gets caught in your throat when you notice that his hand is laying on the small of her back. The hand that had been holding yours a few moments ago. Your eyes find his again and you can’t even hide the shock on your face. 
You don’t need words, you don’t need an explanation, you don't need to ask questions to find out what this is. 
She is his. He is hers. They are together. 
How long have they been together? How long has he been keeping this from you?
Chrissy.
His voice calling her name echoes in your mind.
Chrissy. Chrissy. Chrissy.
You have heard that name before.
He feels sick, he feels like crying, he feels like taking your hand in his and running away, not even caring about the girl in his arms, that one he hasn’t thought about once today. 
His heart aches in his chest when he sees the look on your face.
He pleads with his eyes, he blinks as he feels the tears welling up in his eyes. 
‘What have I done?’ he thinks to himself. 
“Eddie…. Eddie!” 
Chrissy’s voice pulls him out of his thoughts, he tears his eyes away from you and looks down at her. Blinking the tears away, he tries to give her a smile but he can’t, he only looks at her in confusion. Why is she here?
She smiles at him and snuggles into his chest, “aren’t you happy to see me?” 
He doesn’t answer her, he looks up at you but you are gone. Panicked, he starts looking around for you but he can’t see you anywhere. 
He closes his eyes, a shaky sigh falls from his lips.
You let your feet carry you towards the others, who are waiting to go on stage. None of them notice the confused and shocked look on your face. Gareth and Jeff are joking around, Johnny occupies himself with his guitar. 
The opening act is still playing but you can barely hear anything, you feel as though you are underwater, hearing the faint voices coming from somewhere on the surface. 
Your chest is rising up and down heavily. 
You don’t understand. 
“You okay, kid?” Rob asks, placing a hand on your shoulder. 
You flinch and he raises his hands up in surrender, “whoa, it’s just me, y/n,” he mumbles. The boys turn around to look at you after hearing his words. Jeff furrows his brows when he sees the lost and confused look on your face. 
“Hey, are you okay?” he asks, taking a step towards you, “did something happen?” 
The confused look stays in your eyes as you stare at him. Does he know? 
“Where’s Eddie?” Gareth asks, looking at you in concern. 
Rob places his drink on the equipment cart before he takes a step forward, “kid, are you okay? You’re about to go on stage. Do you feel sick or nauseous, do you need something–” 
“Oh shit,” Jeff mumbles as he catches the sight of Eddie, holding Chrissy’s hand as he walks towards you. 
“Fuck,” Gareth sighs with an unreadable look on his face. 
Your stomach drops. Closing your eyes, you let out a laugh of disbelief. They all know. 
The only clueless one is your manager, he looks around with confusion written all over his face. 
Jeff mumbles your name as he tries to place his hand on your shoulder but you slap it away with an angry sigh. 
“Hi, guys.” 
You hear her voice and it makes your heart ache even more. 
“Hi.. Chrissy.” 
You feel so much hurt and so much anger but you refuse to let them see it right now, you refuse to let these feelings take control of you right now. 
‘Pull yourself together,’ you think to yourself. Taking a deep breath, you plaster a smile on your face and turn around to look at the girl, you have yet to speak to. 
Out of the corner of your eyes, you can see Eddie shifting uncomfortably. 
Her eyes meet yours and a smile appears on her face– a smile, you can tell, is not genuine in any way. You can see the distaste in her eyes, the jealousy, the coldness, “hi, I’m Chrissy. I’m Eddie’s girlfriend.” 
Girlfriend. You want to throw up. 
“Girlfriend?” you ask with a smile on your face, “Eddie never told me he has one and he usually tells me everything, right Eddie?” you say without looking at him. 
She blinks, squinting her eyes, her lips twitch, “I-I’m sure he told you, after all he wrote all those songs about me,” she says, tilting her head as she looks you up and down. You can see the judgmental look in her eyes. 
He wrote the songs about her? You want to scoff, you want to laugh, you want to scream and cry. He wrote the songs before he came to Los Angeles, he wrote the songs when he was still in Hawkins. All this time, he had been with her already, when he met you, he had already been with her, when he touched you he was with her, when he kissed you he was with her, when he said all those things to you, he was with her.
“What songs?” you laugh, shaking your head. You watch the anger appearing in her eyes, her lips part and she’s about to say something when you cut her off. 
“Oh, you mean the songs that were shit? They didn’t even make it on the album, honey.” 
Eddie can’t even be hurt by your words, the songs were shit but he feels surprised. He stares at you with a slightly shocked look in his eyes, just a few minutes ago, you stood there with a heartbroken look in your eyes and now there was nothing but a coldness in them, he has never seen before and it scares him. 
Rob raises his brows, he places his hands on his hips and looks around with wide eyes. 
Gareth clears his throat, he looks down and starts playing with his drumsticks. 
“Didn’t you listen to the album?” you ask. 
She shifts uncomfortably, playing with the hem of her skirt as she looks up at her boyfriend. He looks back at her and you look down at his hand, she is holding it but his hand is limp in her touch. 
“It’s not my style,” Chrissy mumbles, giving you an icy glare.
"But he wrote those songs about you," you tilt your head, pouting slightly.
She hates you, you can tell that she does. You can see it in her eyes.
She only shrugs in response.
You nod, “well, I hope it won’t be too wild for you tonight,” you mumble as you give her one last look before you turn away from her and Eddie. The boys are all avoiding looking into your eyes and you scoff at them. 
Reaching for the glass of whiskey that Rob placed on the table. 
“Wait–” Rob mumbles but quickly stops when he sees the anger in your eyes, waving his hand, he turns away from you. 
Eddie watches with a bad feeling in his chest. 
You slam the now empty glass back on the table and take a look at him, “better get your good luck kiss, Munson,” you mutter as you reach for the red microphone on the table. 
His lips part, he wants to say something but no words come out. 
The soft look in your eyes long gone, all there is now is the angry, betrayed and cold look in your eyes and it breaks his heart. He wants to take your hand, he wants to leave this place, he wants to explain everything, he wants to pull you into his arms, he wants to kiss you again and beg you to go back to the way things were.
Everyone notices the shift of energy. Everyone notices the anger and the intensity in your voice. 
You don’t change anything about your performance with Eddie, you let him touch you the way he always does, you let him pull you closer, you let him touch your waist, you let him lean his forehead against yours, you let him sing in your microphone with you. 
You can feel his fear, his regret, his guilt. 
He can feel your anger, your pain and the stiffness in your body when he lays his hands on your body. 
The anger and the rage is so clear in your voice and in some weird way, it makes you even better. 
Usually, you engage with the crowd a lot more but tonight, all you see is Eddie. You look into his eyes with so much anger, it makes him nervous. 
The pain doesn’t hit you until the last song- the one that you have spend so much time working on with him. The realization that floods through you makes your heart hurt the way it never has before. Everything begins to make sense. Why he never told you, why they boys never told you. 
He used you, in every way possible and the realization makes you feel sick.
You let him take your hand as you say your goodbye’s and you let him keep holding your hand when you exit the stage. You see Rob staring at you in concern and you see Chrissy staring at yours and Eddie’s hands with anger in her eyes and it only makes you even more sick. 
He has a girlfriend, he had one all this time. 
You rip your hand out of his. 
“What was that?” Gareth asks you in excitement, blind to the angry tears in your eyes, “you were fucking fantastic out there tonight!�� 
You huff in anger as you rush past all of them, ignoring his words, or Jeff’s or Rob’s as they all call out to you. 
Eddie follows you with his eyes, fear and worry lingering in his eyes.
Chrissy walks towards him with a smile on her face, “hey–”
“Hold on,” Eddie mumbles, not even looking at her, “I’ll be right back,” he says before he runs after you. 
“Eddie!” Chrissy yells in disbelief. 
You slam the door shut and walk further into the room. Breathing heavily, you put your hands on your head. Your bottom lip quivers and your vision blurs, your eyes fall on the couch you kissed Eddie on, just a few hours ago. 
“I’m crazy about you.” 
“There’s no other like you.” 
“I fucking adore you.”
Lies. All lies. 
You felt pain before, you felt heartbreak before but not like this.
You feel the tears welling up in your eyes but you refuse to cry. You scoff in disbelief and shake your head angrily.
“Sweetheart.” 
You freeze at the sound of his voice. You hear him closing the door. You don’t even bother to blink the tears away before you turn around to look at him. His bangs cling to his sweaty forehead, his hands are shaky, his eyes are filled with regret. 
For a moment, neither of you say anything. You just stare at each other. He sees the pain in your eyes, the pain that he has caused. 
He walks towards you slowly, you don’t move, you just blink as you stare at him in confusion and disbelief. 
He stops in front of you, “I can explain.”
You frown at his words, your bottom lip quivers, a fresh wave of tears well up in your eyes as you stare into the eyes that once brought you so much comfort. 
Explain? Is he serious? What is there to explain? 
You don’t even notice that your tears have started to fall. He cups your cheek and wipes them away. 
His touch brings you nothing but pain. 
You push him away from you, “don’t fucking touch me.” 
Hurt flickers in his eyes, “sweetheart–” 
“I’m not your sweetheart!” 
“Please,” he whispers, “don’t do this.” 
“Do what?” you scoff, shaking your head. 
“Don’t push me away,” he whispers. 
His eyes are glassy, filled with nothing but guilt and pain. 
“What the fuck, Eddie?” you mumble as place your palms against his chest, pushing him further away from you and he lets you, he doesn’t fight it, he just closes his eyes as you keep pushing him back until he is pressed against the same door, that he pushed you against when he kissed you, “what the fuck?” 
“You have a fucking girlfriend? What the hell is wrong with you?” 
He blinks, looking away for a moment, he sniffles, bringing his hand up to his face to wipe his tears away. 
“Why are you crying?” you ask angrily, “why are you fucking crying? You lied to me all this fucking time! You lied about your fucking feelings, you lied about the shit you said to me earlier!” 
He shakes his head.
“I never lied to you about the things that I said. I meant them,” he says as he cups your cheeks again, “I meant them.” 
“Why didn’t you tell me?” you whisper, staring at him in confusion.
He shrugs.
"How long have you been with her, huh?"
He looks down, brown eyes flashing with guilt, "two years," he whispers.
You laugh in disbelief, "two years and you haven't mentioned her once."
You know why, you know exactly why he didn't tell you.
“I-I didn’t want to,” he says, “I didn’t think that anything would happen between us, I-I fought the feelings for a long time but I– I couldn’t fight them any longer and I couldn’t, I just couldn’t tell you because I knew you wouldn’t want me anymore if I told you about her."
"How dare you talk about feelings?” you ask, not even feeling the tears anymore, “you fucking used me, you did so from the start!” 
“What? No!” he shakes his head with wide eyes, “I never used you!” 
“Yes, you fucking did! That’s why you never told me about her! That's why the guys never told me! You used me for everything! You used me for the songs, you used me for this fucking band, you knew who I was– who my dad was! You needed me and you needed to make sure that I stayed, that’s why you spent so much fucking time with me, that’s why you made me like you, that’s why you made me fall in love with you!” you scream at him, your voice heavy with emotions, your eyes filled with nothing but disgust and anger for the man in front of you. You don’t even care about hiding your feelings anymore, you don’t care about hiding the pain or the anger. 
Eddie only stares at you with a shocked expression on his face, he blinks and stands frozen in place. 
He knew you liked him, he knew you liked spending time with him, he knew you liked touching and kissing him but he didn’t know that your feelings were as deep as his. 
“Using me for the music wasn't enough, you just had to go even further, huh? Was I her replacement? You needed someone to keep your bed warm?” you cry, throwing your hands up. 
He doesn’t say a word, he just stares at you as tears slip down his cheeks, not knowing that he makes it all even worse with his silence. 
You sniffle, your chest is filled with so much pain and you begin to struggle to breathe. 
How could you let this happen? How could you not see all the clear signs? How were you so blind? 
He talked to her when you were there, Chris. 
“Chris…calm down! Please.. just stop calling her that.” 
“I’m not coming home, don’t you get it?”
You shake your head at the memories. You can’t even look at him and the broken look in his eyes, you turn away from him as a sob falls from your lips. 
His heart shatters at the sound of it. His own tears run down his face, he rushes towards you, hands itching to touch you and comfort you. 
You want to pull yourself together, you want to stop crying, you want to push him away and walk out of the room but you can’t. Right now, you can’t, it all hurts so much. 
You feel his hands on your cheeks again, he tilts your head up, “I never used you, not in any way, you hear me?” 
“Yes, you did,” you whisper angrily, “you all did, I was a big fucking joke to all of you! You needed me for this stupid band, you said so yourself, remember? And while you were at it, you decided to use me too because she wasn’t there!” 
“No!” he pulls you closer, you can feel the shakiness of his hands, you can see how much he’s hurting too, “that’s not true, at all!” Yes it is, no one and nothing can convince you otherwise. 
You close your eyes and shake your head, the stiffness in your body disappears and you melt into his touch, you’re exhausted. Eddie leans down, his lips touch your cheeks, he kisses your tears away, “please, that’s not what happened. I– we never used you. I wanted you right from the start, I wanted you in the band, I wanted you with me,” he mumbles against your skin. 
“Just stop, Eddie,” you whisper even though you want to yell at him and push him away from you. 
He continues to kiss your tears away as you stand there frozen in place. 
“Please, just stop,” your voice breaks and so does his heart. One look into your eyes and he knows, he lost you. 
“I’m done with this,” you say shakily, “I’m done with you.” 
His bottom lip quivers, his face falls and just the sight of him alone is enough to shatter the last piece of your already broken heart. 
“Please.” 
“Stay away from me, Eddie,” you whisper as you take one final look at him before you turn away. 
His shoulders slump as he begins to cry harder, he wants to follow you, he wants to take your hand, he wants to pull you into his arms again but all he can do is watch you leave. 
You grab your jacket and wipe your tears away before you open the door and walk out with fresh tears in your eyes. 
Betrayal and heartbreak is all you feel. His tears, his pleading eyes, his words, his touches didn’t convince you. You don’t believe him, you don’t believe a single word he told you. 
You feel stupid, you feel like a fool for falling for him, for believing him. All this time, he led you on. 
Using you for the music was one thing but using you to fill the hole that she left when she wasn’t there was another. 
You press your lips together to keep yourself from sobbing. Putting the jacket on, you walk away, not bothering to look for the others. You don’t want to see them, you don’t want to see anyone. You don’t want to go on the tour bus, you don’t want to go back into the hotel room that you have shared with Eddie. 
“Y/n!” 
You clench your jaw at the sound of Gareth’s voice. 
“Wait up for me!” 
You halt in your tracks, closing your eyes, you take a deep breath. You turn around and tilt your head as you look at him.
His hair is wet and he changed his clothes, you can smell his aftershave as he stops in front of you. His eyes widen a little, guilt flashes in them, he speaks your name softly. 
“What do you want?” you ask. 
The anger rises up in you again. He pushed you into Eddie’s arms, he did everything to bring the two of you together, all while knowing about his girlfriend. 
“I-I.. shit, I didn’t think this would happen.” 
A look of disbelief settles on your face and you can’t help but laugh at his words despite the burning in your eyes. 
“Well, what did you think would happen, huh?” you ask, not caring about the prying eyes of the staff. 
Gareth sighs, looking down, “I just, Eddie likes you and you like him, I just wanted.. to help.” 
You scoff, shaking your head, “help? You helped real fucking good, Gareth. He had a girlfriend all this time and you what? You thought that it would be fun to convince him to cheat on her with me?” you point to yourself, “the fool that fell in love with that asshole?”
He shakes his head with wide eyes. 
"No, I-I thought he would leave her, I didn't even know that they were still together, you were so close, I thought it was over."
Bullshit.
“What a fucking shit show,” you mumble before you walk away to look for one of the security guards that will get you out of the venue. You don’t want to be around any of them tonight. 
-
Eddie walks out of the room after wiping the tears off that continued to fall after you left.
“There you are,” Chrissy says as she walks towards him after leaving the conversation with Rob. 
He plasters a smile on his face as he looks at his girlfriend. 
“Is everything okay?” she asks, reaching for his hand. 
He nods, “yeah, everything is okay, Chrissy,” he lies. 
She furrows her brows and stares at her boyfriend, “you know, I thought you’d be happier to see me.” 
“I am happy, Chris,” he mumbles, “I’m just tired.” 
A breathy sigh leaves her lips, she stands on her tippy toes and places her hands on his chest as she starts to kiss his neck, “are you really? I missed you,” she purrs as she continues to kiss his neck, “I thought we’d make up for lost time tonight.” 
Eddie closes his eyes, he places his hands on her waist and sighs, not out of pleasure but out of frustration. He can’t do this, he doesn’t want to do this. 
“Come on,” he mumbles, “I just want to go back to the hotel.” 
She gives him one last peck before she pulls away. 
The smile he gives her is so painful and forced, he is surprised that she doesn’t question it. 
“I didn’t know you were planning a surprise.” 
“I uh–” she lets out a quiet laugh, “I’m actually here for Aubrey’s bachelorette party, we’ve been here since monday.” 
“Oh,” he nods. Of course she didn’t come here just for him. 
“How are things back home?” he asks to fill the awkward silence between them.
Her blue eyes flash with something unreadable, she looks away for a moment before she looks back at him with a sheepish smile on her face, “good.. yeah, they’re good.” 
“Do you see Wayne sometimes?” 
She laughs a little as she shakes her head, “where would I see him, Eddie?” 
He frowns at her words, shrugging, “at the store?” he suggests, “family video? I know you love to get your movies there.” 
She looks down, “I never see him around,” she shrugs. 
Leaving the venue was always a lot, fans were waiting outside, hoping for an autograph or a picture or more and usually, everyone would stop to engage with the fans but everything was different tonight. Gareth felt guilty after the conversation with you, giving his fangirls nothing more than a few smiles and hugs before disappearing in the tour bus, Jeff signed a few poster and so did Johnny but Eddie walked straight into the tour bus, trying to shield his girlfriend from the prying eyes and the paparazzis.
Eddie doesn’t mind the fans but he hates the media, the flashing lights, the prying eyes and the questions that are constantly thrown at him and at you. 
As he looked around, he noticed that everyone was there but you. 
“Where’s y/n?”
“She already left,” Rob says with a pointed look on his face, “with one of the security guards.” 
“Oh, okay.” 
-
You felt angry on stage. 
You felt angry when you talked to him. 
You felt angry when you talked to Gareth. 
You felt angry on the way back to the hotel. 
But the moment you stepped into your hotel room and turned the lights on, your eyes fell on the bed that you shared with Eddie earlier, all the anger disappeared and all you felt was agonizing pain in your chest. 
He left his things here, the shirt he wore earlier is still on the bed, his sunglasses are still on the dresser, his leather jacket is draped over the chair. One of his necklaces laying next to yours that you have taken off this morning. 
You close your eyes as you lean your back against the door. 
You are still in disbelief, still in shock. You feel like a zombie as you waltz through the room, throwing your jacket on the chair by the window, you take your boots off and throw them on the floor. You collect some fresh clothes before you make your way to the bathroom to take a shower. 
Usually, you are excited to wash the sweat off from performing all night but tonight, you just want to wash his touch off. As though that could ever be possible. 
His touches, his kisses are burned into your skin for eternity.
You stand there for what feels like forever, your legs almost give out and you have to sit down to keep yourself from falling. You pull your knees up to your chest and let the water fall down on you. 
You sit there until the room is filled with steam and the heat gets too much. 
The tears don’t appear until you stare at yourself in the mirror. 
You brush your hair and stare at the marks that Eddie left on your neck, the tears begin to fall, staining your cheeks once again. 
He touched you and thought of someone else. 
He kissed you and had her on his mind. 
You were nothing but a placeholder. A body to keep his bed warm. 
He was using you while you were falling in love with him like a fool.
You feel sick, you feel like screaming your lungs out, you feel like destroying things, you feel like destroying yourself, you feel like punishing yourself for being so stupid and blind.  
You turn off the lights and leave the bathroom just as a knock on your door echoes through the silent room. 
“Y/n, kid, are you in there?” 
You sigh in relief when you hear Rob’s voice on the other side of the door. 
“Yeah.” 
“Is uh– is everything okay? You need anything?” 
With your eyes closed, you lean against the door. Warm tears slide down your cheeks, your breathing gets heavy and you can feel yourself nearing a breakdown. 
“No, I’m good, I’m just gonna get some sleep now,” you say. 
“Okay. Don’t miss breakfast tomorrow, alright?” 
“I won’t.”
“Good night, kid.” 
“Night.” 
You drag yourself to the bed, throwing Eddie’s shirt on the ground as you lift the covers and crawl inside. The moment your head hits the pillow and you smell him, a sob falls from your lips. You squeeze your eyes shut and pull the blanket up to your chest. 
The pain is unbearable.
You never understood what your dad felt like when he got his heart broken, you could only imagine it. 
Now you understand it. 
Now you understand everything. 
Through the thin hotel room walls, Eddie can hear you crying. He can hear your sobs, he can hear you suffering. Because of him. He wants nothing more than to go over to your room and pull you into his arms, hold you and take away all the pain that he has caused but he can’t.
Another girl is laying in his arms, snuggling into his chest with a sigh. She sleeps soundly in his arms. 
Eddie looks down at her and his heart hurts. She is not the one he wants any longer. He doesn’t want her in his arms, he wants you. 
Your cries make him cry, hot tears run down his skin, staining the pillow he is lying on. He broke your heart and his own too. 
Losing you was something he was always afraid of but he hoped that he could prevent it, he hoped that he could break things off with her before you found out. 
But everything he had built with you fell apart in one night. 
And he knows that there is nothing he can do to change it, there is nothing he can do to fix it. He ruined it all himself. 
Maybe there is a way for you to fall back together but deep down he knows, he lost you. 
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If there is one useful thing that your mother has taught you in one of the few phone calls you have had with her, it’s to never show how much you’re hurting. 
‘You always gotta look good, even if you don’t feel good. You don’t need others to be all up in your business and see how much you’re suffering. They want to see you suffer, don’t show them.’ 
So you pull yourself together even if you don’t feel like it. 
‘Always make sure your hair looks good, fix your makeup, wear your best clothes, smell good.’ 
You do your hair, you put on makeup, you pick out a good outfit and your favorite shoes, you put your favorite perfume on. 
‘Smile, honey. Don’t show them how miserable you are, you don’t want to give them that satisfaction.’ 
You nod to yourself as you look into the mirror. 
‘And if someone hurts you, make sure to hurt them back. Make them suffer.’ 
Yeah, thanks mom. 
The thought of seeing Eddie makes you feel sick and yet you make your way into the dining area. 
You don’t hear the whispers around you and you don’t feel the eyes on you, focused on something— someone entirely else as you get yourself a coffee before leaving the buffet to look for the others. 
You find them sitting at a round table by the big windows. All of them are there, including Eddie and his girlfriend. You clench your jaw at the sight of them. 
Your heart aches in your chest when you see her moving closer to him, whispering something in his ear as she pushes his hair away. It makes you angry, he makes you angry and she makes you angry too. You want to rip her hands off of him and you want to hurt him. 
Why does he get to be happy after what he did?
“You spend the night by yourself, Gareth?” Rob asks as he sips on his coffee. 
Gareth hums, “yeah, I–”  he pauses to shovel the scrambled eggs into his mouth, “didn’t feel like hooking up with some stranger.” 
Chrissy gives him a disgusted look as he talks with his mouth full, “ew,” she mumbles. 
Gareth gives her sarcastic grin before he stabs his fork into his pancake and takes a bite out of it. 
She rolls her eyes and turns away from him. 
Rob chuckles, “look at you, turning into a whole new man,” he jokes causing Jeff to laugh. 
“Yeah, he is ready to settle down,” Johnny grinnes. 
Gareth swallows, almost choking on his food, he reaches for the orange juice and gulps it down, wiping his mouth with his sleeve to piss off Chrissy, he smirks to himself when she hears her mumbling something under her breath. 
“Settling down isn’t my thing, look at Eddie, he is in a relationship and he’s miserable,” he says as though he is stating a fact as he places his elbows on the table and points to his friend with his fork. 
Eddie’s puffy eyes widen and he looks at his friend in surprise. 
“He is not miserable!” Chrissy gasps in disbelief. 
Jeff clears his throat. 
“He looks pretty miserable to me, Christy.” 
She glares at him as she tries to come up with a response. 
Eddie avoids looking into her eyes, instead he looks at Jeff, who stops chewing as he stares at something behind his shoulder, his eyes widen a little and he suddenly looks nervous. 
Eddie's eyes flash with curiosity. 
Just as he’s about to turn around, he suddenly feels a ringed hand settling on his shoulder and sliding down his back. It’s your hand. His heart flutters and so does his stomach, even with his girlfriend here.
You place your coffee on the table and sit down on the chair next to Eddie’s. Everyone pauses what they’re doing, staring at you with nervous and curious looks on their faces. 
You smile as though nothing ever happened. 
You turn to look at Eddie. You have to restrain a gasp when you see the puffiness and the dark circles under his eyes. He looks just as miserable as you are feeling and the sight alone is almost enough to make you cry again but you keep smiling at him, sliding your hand back up to his shoulder, you lean closer, “good morning, baby.” You kiss the corner of his mouth. Your lips linger for longer than necessary, you watch his eyes widen in shock, a little gasp falling from his lips.
Chrissy stares at you, frozen in place just like her dumbfound boyfriend. 
A shit eating grin appears on Gareth's face.
Johnny stares at you in shock.
Rob smiles into his mug and Jeff almost spits his food out as he looks between you and Eddie and then at Chrissy who stands up suddenly, chair scraping against the floor as she looks at you angrily, “what the fuck?!” She shrieks, “Eddie!” 
Chrissy looks down at him in disbelief as he makes no move to remove your hand or push you away from him or look up at her. His eyes are on you as he sits there frozen in place.
He doesn't move when Chrissy slaps his shoulder, he doesn't move when she says his name again.
Leaving your hand to rest on his shoulder, you take your mug and take a sip as you stare at him with a satisfied smile on your face. 
Two can play that game, Eddie. 
"What's wrong, Chrissy?" you ask with a sweet smile.
She shakes her head, furrowing her brows at your question, "why are you kissing my boyfriend?"
"Do you want a kiss too?" you ask.
She gasps, "I- what?!"
Eddie gapes at you.
Gareth can't even contain his laughter any longer, earning a slap on his shoulder from Jeff.
"Eddie and I share everything, didn't he tell you?"
You move his hair back, running your fingers through it as you lean your chin on his shoulder and he lets you.
Her cheeks are red, her eyes are filled with anger as she looks between you and Eddie. It's amusing to you.
"Eddie?"
He finally tears his eyes away from you and looks up her. His confused stare turns into a guilty one and she easily figures out why he looks so guilty.
"Chris-"
"You asshole!" she cries as she delivers a harsh slap to his cheek before she storms away.
Eddie closes his eyes, clenching his jaw, he deserved that.
The moment she's gone, you move away from Eddie and you lean back in your chair, taking a look around, you smirk to yourself when you see all the shocked faces.
Rob scratches the back of his neck as he glances at you.
Eddie speaks your name softly.
You expected him to get mad at you, to yell at you and ask you why you did that but instead you're met by the sight of his soft eyes as you look back at him and irritates you.
"Don't you want to follow your girlfriend, Eddie?"
Confusion is written all over his face as he shakes his head. His cheek is red from the harsh slap, eyes filled with concern and hurt.
"What was that?" he asks, not understanding why you would touch him and kiss him again after what you said to him last night. A foolish part of him hopes that things can go back to the way they were before yesterday but the coldness in your eyes shows him that things will never be the same again.
"That was me showing your girlfriend what a piece of shit you are, Eddie."
Saying these words hurt you just as much as they hurt him.
He says your name with a shaky voice, like he is on the verge of crying.
You can't do this.
You can't do this.
Looking into his glassy eyes, hearing his shaky voice, seeing how hurt he looks, breaks your heart even more.
You thought you could make yourself believe that you would be fine, that you could pretend that it doesn't hurt but you would be lying to yourself.
You get up and storm out of the room without looking back.
"Y/n!"
He didn't follow her out but he follows you.
You walk through the lobby and back to the elevators, blinking your tears away.
"Wait!"
He grabs your upper arm and pulls you back, placing both of his hands on your arms, he cages you against the nearest wall so you don't escape him again.
"Let me go."
He shakes his head.
You can see the fear and the pain in his eyes, the sadness; as though he wasn't the one that got him into this situation in the first place. Your heart still hurts.
"Please," he whispers, "I know I fucked up, I know what I did was wrong, I should have told you, I should have left her before we-"
"Stop," you sigh, "I don't wanna hear it."
"I'm just, I'm sorry. I never wanted to hurt you."
"But you did."
His eyes are filled with tears and yours are too.
"Last night you told me that you have feelings for me-"
"I do," he says, squeezing your arms.
"How long have you known then?"
"For some time now, before we left California."
You nod, sniffling, you look down and close your eyes.
"See, I don't believe a word you're saying, Eddie. If you did have feelings for me, you would have left her- I'm not saying that you should have done that, I don't want to be a fucking home wrecker but a good person would have been honest about their feelings and leave their partner before becoming a fucking cheater," you pause as you take a deep breath and look back into his sad eyes, "you didn't tell her anything, you didn't tell me anything. You don't have feelings for me, you needed me to keep yourself satisfied and now that I know the truth, you do everything to make me believe you because you're scared."
You push him away from you, "you're scared that I'll leave the band because you know, you'd be nothing without me."
"No, please, y/n," he sighs in defeat, "that's not true, I don't even care about that, I care about you, about us."
"There is no us, there never was and there never will be," you say, staring at him through your blurry vision, "I'll stay for the rest of the tour but the moment it's over, the moment we're back in LA, I'm out and I never want to see you again after this, Eddie."
He starts crying and so do you.
"No," he whispers.
The look in his eyes and pain in his voice destroys you, it leaves a hole in your heart.
Your eyes are filled with betrayal and heartbreak.
His eyes are filled with pain, fear and heartbreak too.
Now you are nothing but two broken people.
And this is only the beginning of all the pain that is about to follow.
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shiftingkenz · 10 months
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eddie, “jealous”, angst
𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩
“Why are you blowing this out of proportion?!” Eddie’s voice bellowed from behind you as you stormed out of his room with him hot on your trail.
  The last half hour had been spent arguing, speaking over each other instead of listening and you were tired of it. You didn’t want to listen to him anyways and clearly it wasn’t going anywhere so you would be.
  “SHE LIKES YOU, EDDIE! She doesn’t want to be just a customer, she doesn’t want to be your friend, she wants to fuck you!” You shouted back, as you snatched your bag from where you’d left it on the couch and whirled around to face him.
  He was red cheeked, brows cinched together, mouth set in a hard line; one grimace away from being a full blown scowl.
  Eddie floundered a bit, mouth dropping open and shut repeatedly before he found his ground and stuttered out with his arms flying about to emphasize his frustration, “So? So what!? It’s not like I’m gonna drop my pants the second she’s near!” 
  You could only stare at him in disbelief, absolutely offended that your boyfriend was well aware of her interest in him and could be that fucking stupid or that fucking careless with your feelings.
  So, you snapped.
  “‘So?’” 
  Eddie didn’t bother masking the annoyance in his excessively loud sigh, arms and shoulders dropping back as he raised his face towards the ceiling. He knew that fucking tone of yours and what it meant was coming next. 
  “SO YOU DON’T FUCKING INVITE HER OVER TO YOUR HOUSE TO BUY DRUGS! NOT WHEN YOU’VE GOT A LESS INTIMATE FUCKING PLACE ESTABLISHED TO DO YOUR DEALS AT ALREADY, EDDIE!”
  His hands dug for purchase in his hair, “OH MY GOD! Do you HEAR yourself right now? All this because you’re just jealous?!” You didn’t stop, you were back to talking over each other again, “You want her to think she’s special, Eddie? Did you give her a deal for being pretty and flirty?”
  “MAYBE I DID!” 
  Suddenly, you weren’t talking over him anymore. You didn’t even look mad. And that kind of scared him.
  The anger washed right out of you and you looked disengaged from the conversation in a manner so natural it chipped at Eddie’s heart, anxiety sinking into his belly.
  “Okay, I get it.” 
  Eddie sighed, eyes squeezing shut as realized he’d crossed an obvious line in the heat of the moment. You turned, hand on the door and Eddie’s arms darted out, desperate to stop you when you flinched away, causing Eddie to also flinch back but it was the words you so casually spoke next that made him feel like he’d been shot.
  “Please don’t fucking touch me,” The door was opened, and quietly shut behind you.
  Then you were gone and Eddie stood there like an idiot, staring at the door and hoping you’d come right back through it.
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shiftingkenz · 10 months
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https://href.li/?https://soundgasm.net/u/EyesofSuggestion/Feral-Fap
i’m a WHORE for eddie p audios and this one sounds SO MUCH LIKE HIM😻
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shiftingkenz · 10 months
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Eddie’s leaky, pink-tipped cock is ramming in and out of you at a relentless pace. The filthy squelch of his pre-cum and your wetness filling the heated room.
“F-Fuck, doll. So fucking t-tight for me, huh?” His eyes roll back into his head.
He’s leaning down by your ear, whispering the dirtiest things he can think of to get you to clench around him. He’s desperately rubbing small, tight circles on your clit.
He expertly angles himself so that he manages to get impossibly deeper and starts hitting your spongey spot over and over again. You moan loudly as he grunts and whimpers in your ear, his tongue poking the side of his mouth.
That’s enough to finally tip you off the edge, snapping the ever-growing knot in your stomach. You squirt all over him, your juices dribbling down your ass.
“Holy shit. Did I - Jesus - did I just make you?- ah, fuck-”
The intensity of your orgasm lasts ages as Eddie rides out your high. He pumps himself into you faster, getting off to the fact that he made your pussy drool, as he chases his own release longingly.
“S-Shit - Just s-so you know I’m, like, super close. Where - God - Where do you want me t-“
“Inside. Cum inside me.”
“Jesus Christ, Y/N.”
Just the thought makes hot, white strings of cum shoot out and paint your walls. He groans, bottoming out and switching his thrusts from fast and sloppy to slow and deep.
“You’re driving me crazy.” He wipes the sweat from his forehead and grins at your fucked-out body beneath him.
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shiftingkenz · 10 months
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damn this was hot asf
As You Wish
Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x Jedi Reader
Summary: Anakin recently started feeling a little different about you, he doesn’t wanna be around you. You attempt to speak to him and he comes clean.
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Warnings: SMUT GO AWAY MINORS 🫶🏼 Improper use of the force, cunnilingus, p in v sex, kissing, uhhhh yeah just normal smut.
A/N: Hi guys, I’ve been MIA but i really did want to write something so I ACTUALLY wrote something short and simple for the time being. I had this idea a week or so ago. I promise i’ll be back soon with some longer ones!! Thank you guys for everything again 🫶🏼 the smut is just simple. What i would imagine if he was in too much of a rush to put on a performance cuz he’s desperate. Thanks for reading!!!!!
Word Count: 2.7K
Anakin was tired. He had not slept in what felt like weeks. The air around him was heavy and he couldn’t even keep up a friendly conversation. You could feel it. You knew but you didn’t know how to help. You had known him for years and never had a day where he didn’t crack a cocky joke or flash a pretty smile at somebody. Mostly you. You would tell him to be cordial and he would tell you there’s no room for that in his feelings.
Secretly, you loved it. But now, something was wrong and you couldn’t ask what it was due to his avoidance of you. You wanted to know what you’d done to go from the center of his attention everyday to the presence that would cause him to leave a room.
You were walking with a few fellow Padawans, they were talking about how the training droids needed to be updated. You were barely listening. All you could think of was how to talk to Anakin. As you walked toward the courtyard outside the temple, you saw him sitting down and staring at his lightsaber between his hands.
You excused yourself from the group and walked toward him. They all rolled their eyes as you left without a second to spare. You jogged over to him and his eyes didn’t even do as much as twitch to look at you as you stood in front of him. “Ani-“
“Anakin.” He responded, his head lifted to look at you and your lips parted in mild shock before closing again. He never had a problem with you calling him that before. “I’m a bit busy, Y/N.” He stood up and clicked his lightsaber hilt to his hip. You shook your head.
“No. You’re not. You’ve been avoiding me and I need to know why.” You stood up straight in front of him and crossed your arms. Although your attempt to look big in front of him was never to any avail. He looked down at you.
“I don’t have time for this. I really don’t.” His words were short. He began to walk past you and you grabbed his arm. A shock went through your body like an electric current when you saw an image flash in his mind as your hand went to grab his wrist. It was no surprise, you were stronger with the Force than most your own age. He spun around immediately to face you and you dropped your hand.
The image wasn’t there long but it was the clearest one you’d ever seen. In his mind, your touch created an image of you under him while his face nuzzled into your neck. The image was of glistening bodies and heavy breaths. He stared at you knowing exactly what had just happened.
“I’m sorry.” You whispered and Anakin was silent. He didn’t say anything. You looked around the courtyard to avoid his eye contact as his intense glare bored into your head.
“The first time that happened, Obi-Wan was right next to me. It was two weeks ago. Your hand grazed against mine and I saw things I would never have been able to explain if somebody picked up on it. I can’t be around you. This is why I can’t be around you, Y/N.” He spoke and your eyes glued themselves to your feet. That’s why he hadn’t spoken to you. He would leave a room at the drop of a hat if you came in and that was why. Your cheeks flushed and you stuttered out another apology.
“I don’t want to hear an apology. I want.. I want something I can’t have. In light of that, I need you to stay away from me. Don’t touch me. Don’t call me Ani. Don’t even talk to me.” He spoke and your head raised to meet his stare.
“I don’t wanna do that..” You whispered. “You’re my friend. I care about you.” Anakin laughed at your words and his head shook in disbelief.
“If you cared about me you’d do one of two things. Leave me alone or let me have you in the way I want.” His voice was hushed as he neared you, there was people around and he didn’t want to cause a scene. You gulped and looked at him. It was no question, Anakin was handsome. There was a reason you had an affinity for being his friend. Your hand brushed against his and he sucked a breath in through his teeth as you both saw a new image pop into his head. “Stop it.” He said, his jaw was clenched as if he was in agony.
“I’ll do as you wish.” You whispered. His eyes softened and his features dropped their harsh position.
“Which option are you referring to, Y/N?” He whispered back, his brows furrowed and his tongue darted out to dampen his lips. You simply smiled at him and raised your shoulders in a small shrug. He raised an eyebrow and took you by the hand. He didn’t let go and you saw a glimpse of what he was thinking of. You nodded as confirmation and he wasted no time to stand next to you and place his hand on your lower back, guiding you toward the entrance of the palace.
Your heart began to race as he speed walked the both of you toward the corridors of the boy’s dormitories. It felt like you were out of breath and when he would see people were walking by he would drop his hand from its spot on your back, very secretly grabbing your sleeve instead. You were practically being dragged behind him when you both walked further to find the dormitories were empty. Your shorter stature made you almost have to jog to keep up with him.
When you got to his room he opened and door and allowed you in before following behind you. He shut the door and locked it promptly. Your eyes watched his hands, they were big and his fingers were long. You’d never noticed it before and the notion made your stomach turn in a way you couldn’t get enough of. “I need to clarify exactly what it is you meant when you said-“ He began and you shook your head, pressing your hands against his chest before leaning up and kissing him. His hands immediately found their place on the sides of your face, his fingers tangled into your hair.
“I wanted this. I wanted you. When you began to avoid me it broke my heart, I found myself thinking the worst. I thought you hated me.” You whispered as you pulled away and his lips chased yours as you tried to speak.
“I don’t hate you. I hate how you make me feel. I had a dream about you after the first day those ideas popped into my head at your touch. I couldn’t look at you without thinking the most filthy things. I couldn’t risk letting that be exposed to the council.” He pulled you in again and your breath caught in your throat. Your bodies were sharing heat now, his hands gripped the sides of your face like he didn’t want you to go anywhere ever again. Your lips clashed against each other in a way that oozed desperation and it caused a small moan to leave your mouth. He winced and you pulled away.
“What’s wrong?” You whispered, concern laced your voice. Your eyes followed his gaze down and you noticed the tent he created with his pants. Your cheeks flushed and before you could get another word out Anakin grabbed you by your clothes and began to pull them off at what you would classify as a record speed.
“You drive me insane.” He groaned as he dropped to his knees and pulled your pants down around your ankles. You stepped back and out of them and he gripped at your hips to pull you back to him. “Your skin is just as soft as I thought it would be.” His words were laced with a groan. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked up at you and watched as your chest heaved. Your stomach flinched when his hot breath hit it. “You smell even better.” He whispered as he placed wet kisses on your stomach and hip bones. Your knees almost buckled at the feeling and you leaned onto the wall next to you for support causing your hips to angle further up toward him.
A growl left his mouth when you unknowingly granted him access to you. He trailed his kisses down and you gasped softly at the understanding of what he was about to do. He watched your reactions, wincing again at the painful feeling between his legs. He liked it. Your eyes darted toward his bed which was right next to you and his followed. A simple movement was all it took and your legs were hooked around his shoulders, his hands holding your lower back close so you didn’t fall. With a quickness that shocked you he stood up and walked you to the bed, his kisses still scattering themselves over your lower stomach. He laid you both down, him on his chest and you on your back, his head right where you wanted it.
He didn’t waste a single moment once you were comfortable. He pushed your knees up so your legs were bent and pushed at your thighs to give himself some space. His tongue pressed flash against you and you let out a whine at the sudden feeling. “Oh, fuck.” You said breathlessly and he chuckled against you, knowing he hadn’t even started.
You felt his tongue stiffen and lick a stripe up you, gathering what juices you had made on his mouth and letting a hum escape his lips. The vibration made you jitter and his grip on your thighs tightened. He began slow, licking and sucking gently. You grinded your hips into his face and he smiled into it. Anakin was quick to move himself so that he was laying down next to you. His hands reached over to pull you on top of him and he scooted you up so that you were sitting right on his face. His nose poked at your clit and your eyes rolled back. Your hands reached up to grab the wall behind his head as he sucked away, almost taking your soul with him. Every movement of his tongue made your hips buck around and it intensified the feelings when you’d brush up against his nose or hit your clit on his tongue.
Anakin stopped briefly and left his tongue out, unmoving. You whined, your hips began to sway back and fourth against him for some kind of friction. He smiled under you and you looked at him as you rode his tongue, feeling yourself begin to tighten at the stomach. A sly hand reached up as you grinded down on him and two soft fingers slid in. You gasped and your eyes squeezed shut as you felt him began to slide in and out of you with his long fingers. “Good girl.” He mumbled as your movements got faster. “Cum on my face, love.” That was the only thing you needed. The tight feeling in your stomach turned to heat and spread through your body as you felt yourself begin to unfold. Your back arched as you rode his face and his fingers curled in a way that made you want to scream, you bit down on your lip to stifle yourself and your legs began to shake. It wasn’t long before you were running away from his tongue, pulling your hips back as the feeling of him touching your sensitive clit was too much to handle and he chuckled.
“My turn.” He whispered before flipping the two of you over and pulling his own clothes off. The look of his muscles under his skin as he moved quickly to rid himself of the painful constraints around his hips made goosebumps erupt all over your body. His mouth connected with your collarbone and you moaned, he moved up slowly until his lips reached yours. He pressed his lips against yours and you tasted what you could only imagine to be your own cum on his lips. You whimpered into his mouth and sucked on his lower lip, causing his hips to buck toward you. “Fucks sake..” He moaned as he lined himself up with your perfectly eager hole. He slipped in with no issue and your hands gripped at his shoulders, a gasp left his mouth when he didn’t stop until he was completely inside of you. He stayed there a moment until you wiggled under him, desperate for him to move, even a little. A smirk pulled at his lips as he started to thrust into you far quicker than you’d have imagined. You pressed your mouth against his shoulder as his hip bones hit your body with every thrust. Your soft sounds were muffled by his skin and his gloved hand reached up to pull your head back. “I wanna hear you.” He groaned and you finally let the sounds out with no hesitation.
His movements made the bed creak and neither of you thought of the fact that somebody might hear you, nor did you care. Your hand raised up from his shoulder to grab the bed frame to keep it from moving too much but it didn’t work all that well. You felt him pushing up against your cervix and it hurt in a good way, causing you to yelp. “Too deep?” He whispered with a teasing smile on his face and you shook your head.
“Not deep enough..” You moaned and Anakin chuckled. He lifted your legs so that they were laying against his chest, parallel to his body and angled his hips so they would thrust up toward you. Your eyes rolled back as you felt a familiar feeling in your stomach. He held your hips to him with a firm grasp as he ravaged your cunt. Your eyes snapped open and you saw him, forehead shining with sweat, eyebrows furrowed. He looked focused and you felt it. You felt a pulsating feeling against your clit. His hands were holding your thighs so you knew exactly how he was doing it. Your jaw slacked in pleasure as the feeling and you threw your head against the pillow as he used the Force to pull another orgasm out of you. It didn’t take long, you started to clench around him as your body began to shake in his grip. You reached up behind you to grab the headboard again, this time to tether yourself. You began to see small dots in your vision as you got closer and closer. Your pussy clenching around him made him throb and you felt his movements get faster and faster before you both began to convulse with moans flying out of your mouths. You felt the Force vibrations end abruptly as you he thrusted into you slowly, as the orgasms lingered away from both of you. He let your legs drop on either side of you and he dropped his body onto yours. Your arms instantly wrapped around him and you both caught your breath for a moment.
“You had class ten minutes ago, you know?” He whispered against your skin and your eyes snapped open.
“Shit.” You said as you jumped out of his bed with urgency. “Why didn’t you say something before?!” You yelled as you pulled your clothes into your arms and ran to his bathroom.
“Where’s the fun in that?” Anakin raised an eyebrow as he watched you, a laugh escaped him as you scrambled around to look half decent. You scowled at him and he approached you after pulling his own pants on, you were looking in his mirror and tying your hair up into a pony tail. His lips pressed a small kiss to the back of your neck and you immediately calmed down. You turned to face him and he brushed a loose hair behind your ear.
“We’ll talk about this later.” You said and he smiled. He knew you’d say that. A kiss was placed on your head and he opened his door for you.
“I know.” He said curtly as you speed walked past him to run to the training areas. You were trying to think of a lie to tell your master but all you could think of was him so when you arrived, you didn’t even try to explain yourself. You simply got to work with your master. All you heard for the rest of the day was that you needed to correct your focus and you didn't say anything, you knew just who to blame for that.
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shiftingkenz · 10 months
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i have a crippling fear of throwing up. i feel like im going to throw up. why me why me why me fuckkkkkkkkk my life
im doing great guys thanks
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shiftingkenz · 11 months
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Speculation
mini insta blurb!!
summary: there’s speculation that y/n and harry are together.
no warnings!
pairing: harry styles x fem!reader
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realy/n it’s a beach kinda day ✨
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camilacabello: cutie 😍.
y/nsenchanted: CAMILAAA
lizzo: wifeyyyyyy
gemmastyles: STUNNING!!
- harrysgottago: gemma what r u doing here
- ynrry: confirm the rumours between y/n and harry pls
-realy/n: LOVE YOU LOTS
pillowpersonpp: wowowow
- LOT4L: sarah. whatre you doing here
- realy/n: wowowowowow
harrystyles: 🌻
y/nisbae: WHAT
hazzashq: HARRY WE KNOW YALL R TOGETHER YOURE NOT EVEN TRYING TO HIDE IT
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shiftingkenz · 11 months
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Needy | Eddie Munson x y/n
if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it
word count: 2.6k
summary: Eddie has never given it all to you because he doesn’t want to hurt you, but you refuse to wait any longer. You want all of him and you want him now.
warnings: smut, p in v, oral (I think), squirting, overstimulation, ?
sorry this has taken so long I don’t know writing hasn’t exactly been my top priority because I’ve got a lot going on but I’m still writing as often as I can so new fics are gonna be slow but I promise I’ll be back to posting like I used to soon
The first time you saw Eddie’s dick, you were honestly worried. One, how the hell does he find pants and underwear big enough to fit that thing. Two, how were you ever gonna get it inside you.
He knew that look. A lot of girls wore the same look when they saw him for the first time. He didn’t understand it really, he knew he was a little blessed but he thought he was just a little above average.
So naturally, he went down on you and fingered you till you came 3 times to make sure you were relaxed and wet enough for him to stretch you out. You’d honestly never felt anything as good as Eddie’s cock, and ever since then you’d been obsessed with it.
You’d be calling every night begging him to come over, or to come pick you up just so you could feel him deep in you, feel that overwhelming stretch that felt better than anything you had ever felt before. He didn’t mind too much, he found it adorable how needy you’d get, whining about how much you need to have him inside you.
You almost always got what you wanted, but not entirely. He never sunk all the way in. Majority of the time he was on top, and even when you were on top he’d still be holding you still while fucked up into you. He didn’t want you to sink all the way down and hurt yourself, he knew he was thicker at the base and he didn't want you to go too far.
You had begged and begged him to let you try and see if you could take it, but he would never let you. No matter how hard you begged or how much you tried to force yourself lower, he always managed to stop you.
But tonight, oh you were getting what you wanted. You’d been the horniest you’ve ever been in your life the entire day, feeling your slick stick to your inner thighs whilst you worked and noticing a wet patch on your seat when you got out of the car, you knew you needed him and you needed all of him.
“Ed’s, put the book down” you said as you came in, throwing your bag on the dresser and unbuttoning your work shirt. Holy shit did he hate that shirt, he hated it because it was so provocative and they always gave everyone a size smaller so they would attract customers with their “attractive waitresses.”
But right now, oh god you looked sexier than ever. Your hair was a little disheveled, your makeup making your eyes look darker and even more attractive. He wanted to devour you and make you cum till you couldn’t think anymore.
You worked your shirt off, stepping closer to him as you unbutton your shorts. You got to the edge of the bed and kicked your shoes off before slipping your shorts off as well. He grinned at you as you climbed on top of him, resting your hands on his ribs as you leaned down and kissed him.
“Mm, baby” he groaned through the kiss, his voice low and raspy making your pussy clench around nothing. You moved your hands to his chest, grinding down on his half hard cock. He moaned softly into the kiss, his hands gripping your waist hard.
You lightly tugged at the bottom of his shirt and he pulled away, nodding at you. You got his shirt off and he smiled up at you, toying with the straps of your thong. You bit your lip and he sat up, running his thumb along your bra strap.
You reached behind you and unclipped your bra, letting him slide it off of you. “God, you’re so fucking perfect” he said and scoffed, burying his head between your breasts. Kissing, licking, sucking, he was all over your boobs for a good few minutes.
Once he seemed to finally move on, you got off the bed and said “take off your pants and boxers…please,” He shook his head and complied, groaning when you took your panties off and he saw your bare cunt, slick spreading on your inner thighs.
You whimpered softly as his huge cock sprung out, leaking precum as he hissed, jerking himself off for a little relief. You smiled and crawled on top of him again, running your hands up and down his chest and stomach, watching his cock jump as you felt his thighs up a little.
“Baby please…I need you. It hurts…” he said and you giggled. You bit your lip and lined yourself up with him, sliding down a little and stretching yourself. He sighed relievingly and squeezed your tit in one hand, the other keeping a firm grip on your hip as he moaned at the feel of your tight, warm, and wet pussy on his sensitive tip.
“Go slow, babe. D-Don’t hurt yourself” he grunted out, he’d kill to pound into you till the sun rose but he never expressed it, because he would never risk hurting you. You groaned and started bouncing on him, not going all the way just yet.
He moved a hand to rub at your swollen clit, moaning loudly as your pussy sucked his cock in over and over again. “Baby…fuck, I love this pussy” he said and you smiled.
You grabbed his hands, forcing him to lie on his back slightly and held his hands as you continued bouncing on his cock. He grunted, abs tensing slightly as the pleasure consumed him. Perfect, just what you wanted.
You smirked, kissing down his jawline and neck. Once he was plenty distracted you sat up, his arms still above his head squeezing the pillow now to ground himself. You placed your hands on his chest and bit your lip, quickly sliding all the way down till your clit touched his little patch of pubic hair.
You gasped, moaning loud as your pussy stretched around him, feeling so so full you couldn’t believe it. “Babe!” Eddie shouted and grunted, shuddering as his cock throbbed. Your brows furrowed, jaw dropped as you moaned like crazy.
“Eddie…oh- oh I can barely take it- y- y-your so big- Eddieee!” You moaned, digging your nails into his chest. He breathed a little heavy as he wrapped his arms around your back, kissing you gently.
“Holy shit, you’re so perfect!” He said and you whimpered. You lifted yourself up and slammed back down, nearly knocking the wind out of yourself. He was so deep, and so thick you could already feel yourself getting close.
You only bounced a few more times before you were cumming hard, screaming Eddie’s name and squeezing his cock so good he couldn’t even think straight. “Haggh! Good girl…yea, cum so f-fast on daddy’s cock” he said and you cried his name, whimpering as your orgasmed continued to hit you in waves, your clit twitching hard as your pussy spasmed around his dick
“I- Uhh! Eddie! It’s too much- it- ahhh!” You moaned, tears streaming down your face from overstimulation. He gently pulled you off and you panted heavily, resting against his chest. “Eddie…” you giggled and he hummed, caressing your hair.
He was a little upset at you for doing it without warning and pushing yourself too far, or so he thought. “Need it again…please?” You begged and he furrowed his brows. He sighed and said “it was too much for you”
“No, I want it again” you said and looked up at him, straddling his lap. He kissed you softly and said “you just calmed down from the first one, baby you need to relax for a second” “Ed’s…” you whined, pawing at his chest.
He rolled his eyes and said “turn around then,” You smiled and turned around so your ass was facing him and he sat up, getting ready for you to sink down on his cock. He kissed your neck a few times and said “come on, babe, let me feel that pussy again,”
“Thought you wante-” “shut up,” he whispered as he pushed you down on his dick, making you whimper. You let out a strangled moan, your thighs tensing slightly as you got used to the feeling again.
You took all of him, whimpering and writhing on his fat cock. He grunted and squeezed your hips, biting your shoulder slightly. You groaned and started to bounce, holding one of his hands and reaching behind you to pull at his hair with the other and keeping him buried in your neck, just where he liked.
“Fuck! It’s so good- it’s so good!” You babbled mindlessly. He grunted and chuckled, palming your ass. You were so fucking sensitive, you didn’t know if you were gonna be able to get him there before you came again.
He smiled as he watched you bounce on his cock, face twisted in pleasure as you pulled at his hair and squeezed his hair. He grunted and said “could watch you ride me all day, gorgeous…”
You mewled at that, groaning harshly when he started to fuck into you slightly, feeling like the wind was being knocked out of you. He smiled and ran a hand over to your front, pushing down on the bulge of his cock in your lower tummy. You gasped and looked down, moans growing louder at the realization of how big he was and how deep you were taking him.
You whined, crying out as you started to clench hard around him. He groaned and bucked his hips harder, wanting to cum with you. You gasped as your legs shook, a sob racking your body. You didn’t know what he was doing to you, you were cumming so easily and so hard you couldn’t handle it.
“Fuck, babe…so sensitive,” he said, rubbing your clit. You nearly screamed, your pussy clenching so hard as you squirted all over him. Your whole body was shaking, your breathing all kinds of messed up and your moans and whines flowing out freely.
Your mind felt fuzzy after you finally stopped, nearly slumping over if not for Eddie holding you. He got you off his dick, laying you next to him as you panted hard, clinging to him. “Fuck,” he groaned, looking down at his angrily red cock. He needed to cum so bad, and he knew you didn't mean to but fuck he was really worked up.
“I’m sorry- I’m sorry, I’m sorry” you started to apologize and he shushed you, kissing your head and holding you close to him. He smiled and said “it’s alright, princess. I know, I know, you just can’t handle me, hmm? Too big for my little princess”
You mewled, peppering kisses on his jawline as slick gushed from your pussy again. You were so tired and sore but you wanted to make him cum and you’d do anything to get him there.
“Ed’s…” you whimpered, grabbing his hip. He shook his head and said “babe, uh uh, you’re gonna overdo it. I’m good, I’ll take care of it” “no, no Eddie….please” you said and he sighed.
“One more,” he said and you nodded, biting your lip. He kissed you softly, swallowing the moans you let out when he cupped your pussy, playing with the stickiness between your folds and toying with your clit.
“So wet, baby,” he said, jerking himself off a little to get him somewhere. You gasped softly, your breathing shaky and irregular. He grunted and you mewled as you watched him fist his cock, the tip reaching above your belly button.
“I want it Eddie,” you whined quietly, looking up at him with pinched brows. He cursed at how adorable you looked, getting into missionary so he could see your pretty face while you came around his cock.
“Yea? What do you want, baby? Tell me,” he said and your breath hitched as his mushroom tip circled your clit. You whined and said “I…I want your cock, I want all of it! I want your cum inside me, please!”
“Shhh, pretty girl. I’m gonna give it to you real good, don't you worry” he said and kissed you softly, sliding himself in and thrusting at a good pace. Not too slow, not too fast, just enough to let you adjust to the feeling.
“Awh, so fucking tight…” he grunted and you whimpered. You squeezed his shoulders, nails digging in his skin. You furrowed your eyebrows, moaning Eddie’s name and squirming as he began to drill his cock into you.
He grunted, sucking your tits into his mouth, tongue swirling around your nipple. God, he was a slut for your tits. Whining into your boobs, he sped up his pace as much as he could.
“Mmh…Ed- E-Eddie!” You moaned and he grunted, panting softly as his eyes squeezed shut. He thrusted hair, your pussy swallowing his dick and making him see stars. “fuck…” he whispered, squeezing the sheets beside you.
You whimpered, hands tangled in his hair as your pussy fluttered around his cock. “Shit- shit uhh…oh god, I’m close!” You moaned and he moaned into your ear, your pussy squeezing him deliciously.
“I’m almost there baby….agh! Almost there!” He said and kissed your neck a few times, squeezing your arm slightly as he tried to keep the same angle that was making his dick throb so hard he thought it might fall off.
“I can’t….ahh! Don’t stop, don’t stop till- shit- till you…fuck!” You cried out as you squirted around him again, you were so sensitive but you needed him to cum at least once. He rubbed your clit, making your eyes roll back as your legs shook hard, stomach clenching as he thrusted as fast as he could until he finally exploded in you.
He nearly screamed as he came, burying his cock deep inside you, grunting and panting as he came endlessly. “Y/n- fuuuck! It’s too good- it’s too- ughhh!” He groaned, pumping his cock into you a few more times as his cock throbbed inside you.
“Baby…hey, hey look at me,” he said and caressed your face. Your eyes fluttered open as you whimpered, looking up at him. “Hurts…” you whimpered. He kissed your head and said “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. Fuck, I knew I should’ve stopped I’m sorry. Why didn’t you use your safe word, huh?” “Just wanted to make you cum…” you muttered tiredly.
He sighed and started to pull out and you winced, pulling at his hair. “Ahh- babe! You know it’ll be okay once I’m out. Just relax,” he said and you sniffled. You curled over on your side once he pulled out, panting slightly.
Eddie grunted and stood up, collecting himself as he quickly realized that was not just any orgasm. He groaned and grabbed a towel to clean himself off. He winced, his dick super sensitive from the most amazing sex you two have ever had.
He put on clean underwear and made his way to the side you were facing, brushing your hair out of your face. “You don’t have to do anything, you know? We don’t have to finish with each other, I don’t have to finish inside you, none of that. I only want you to feel good” he said and kissed your head a few times.
You moved to lay on your back and sighed as the exhaustion took over. “What about you though?” You asked, playing with his hair. He chuckled and said “I always feel good with you baby”
You rolled your eyes and he chuckled, wearing stupid boyish grin. He smoothed your hair back and kissed you softly, humming into the kiss. “You’re perfect, you know that?” He said and you blushed, looking away.
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shiftingkenz · 11 months
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𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐢𝐝𝐬 | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | eddie gets a great idea to take pictures while he fucks you, and you can't say no to an offer like that. 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | eddie munson (stranger things, 2022) x fem!reader 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 | smut, minors dni! — oral (f!receiving), fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex, degredation, overstimulation, breeding kink (if you squint), praise kink, marking 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 | wow what happened to only posting on wednesdays hmmm, anyway have this! i had fun writing it and i figured yall would wanna read it! | follow @cremebruhleewrites to be notified when i post a new story!
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“Just one more.” 
Click. 
“Eddie. Baby.” 
“Yes?” Your boyfriend popped out from behind his Polaroid camera, his brown eyes all wide like a puppy dog.
“You said ‘one more’ last time,” you told him, and Eddie could only smile. You were right, after all; Eddie had been taking pictures of you for what felt like hours. 
“I have to make sure I’m getting good ones,” Eddie told you. He readjusted his stance next to you, flashing another picture, and he retrieved the picture as it slid out the front of the camera. “I’m gonna put the best one in my wallet.”
“Ugh,” you groaned, scrunching your nose. “Why?” 
“Because!” Eddie exclaimed.  “I wanna be able to whip out a picture of you and show everyone how gorgeous my woman is!”
You rolled your eyes dramatically, and you swiped up the dice that sat on Eddie’s floor. At first, you had just been helping him get ready for a meeting of the Hellfire Club that night, helping him check that he had his binder and books and the necessary bits and pieces that it took to make a D&D campaign work, but, somewhere along the way, Eddie had grabbed his camera and started snapping pictures of you, abandoning his work from before. 
“Let me see,” you told him, putting your hand out so he could give you one of the pictures, and Eddie grabbed one of the ones that had already developed and handed it to you. 
It was a nice picture, you had to admit. You sat on his floor, no pants, wearing one of his shirts. It was big on you and pulled over your shoulder, and the flash had highlighted your bare shoulder. Your hair had fallen into your face in the picture, blocking your eyes, but the curve of your nose and mouth had managed to persist. You were smiling, laughing at something dumb that Eddie had said, your hand outstretched to gather up the itty bitty golf pencil Eddie had in his kit. 
“Oh,” you said softly, your grip on the picture becoming much more tender than before. “Eddie, baby—”
“I like that one,” he said, his voice lowering gently. “I like how my shirt is hanging off of you… Looks real sexy, y’know?”
“I like my smile,” you admitted. It felt weird to say that about yourself, but, if the picture were of anybody else but you, you would have been head-over-heels for that smile.
“I like your smile too,” Eddie told you. He pressed his bottom lip between his teeth for a moment, his eyes canvasing you, and he reached out and brushed your hair aside. “Here, show me that smile again.”
“Ed,” you groaned playfully, but you did what he asked of you. You smiled straight at his camera, trying to replicate the soft smile that you had in the photograph, and Eddie snapped the picture. The camera churned it out and Eddie grabbed the photograph, still all black, and he turned back to his pile of actively-developing Polaroids, pulling out one that was nearly finished. This time, you held a pair of dice in your palm, your mouth open as you spoke, but you could instantly see why Eddie had chosen it: your naked legs were just a little open, showing just the faintest hint of your pink panties. 
“Now, this,” Eddie chuckled, and he hit the back of his hand with the photo. “This is sexy.” 
“If you want a picture of me opening my legs, all you have to do is ask,” you giggled, and Eddie’s face suddenly lit up. 
“I liked the subtlety of it,” he said, but he took the camera back in his hands. “Like you’re not trying to be sexy, you just are. But if you wanna be obvious about it… Open your legs, sweetheart.” 
“Okay, that was a joke,” you laughed, but the look on your boyfriend’s face told you that he definitely didn’t think it was a joke. “But if you’re serious…” 
“Serious as a heart attack, princess,” Eddie said, lifting the camera up. “C’mon, lemme see you.” 
You chewed your lip as you thought it over, and you finally said, “You can’t show these to anyone, okay? The other ones, sure, but not these.”
“Never,” Eddie told you, and he watched as you slowly opened your legs for him, giving him and his camera the perfect view of your panties. In an instant, Eddie had the camera up to his eye, and he snapped a picture, and the camera churned it out dutifully. “That’s cute, baby. Show me your tits.” 
You couldn’t help but feel a little shy as you stripped off your shirt, and Eddie’s hands reached out and lightly touched you. Your skin hummed at his touch, and you sighed softly when he smoothed his fingers across your nipple. The camera clicked in time with your sigh, and your boyfriend smiled like the devil behind the camera.
 “You’re so fuckin’ pretty,” Eddie told you, his hand falling away from you. “My pretty girl… I have an idea.”
“Oh, God,” you sighed. “What now?” 
Eddie flipped open his camera, seeing how many pictures he had left, and he nodded in contentment when he saw more than a few in there. “Take this,” he said and passed it to you, and he added, “I’m gonna go down on you and it’s your turn to take pictures.” 
“Eddie,” you gawked. “Are you sure? I mean, you’ve got Hellfire in, like, an hour.” 
“I can make it quick,” Eddie told you, and he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your mouth. For a moment, you forgot exactly what Eddie was proposing, and you put down the camera and kissed him back, your fingers threading into that lovely long hair of his. You moaned softly when his tongue prodded your lips and finally into your mouth, and you writhed in his grip as his thigh went between your legs. 
You felt his hands travel from your hips to the hem of your panties, and Eddie took no time in pulling them down your legs. His kiss lifted from off of your lips and settled on your neck, lightly biting your skin and soothing the sting of it with his tongue. You suddenly understood Eddie wanting to take pictures; as sexy and exciting as it was, it was a reminder of your time together, no matter what was done. 
Your hands scrambled to find the camera and you quickly grabbed it, and you turned it around to snap a picture of yourself, Eddie attached to your neck. You were giddy when you considered that you would have no idea what the pictures looked like until they fully developed in a few minutes, and you knew that you would be more than a little preoccupied by then. 
Eddie heard the camera go off, and he smiled into your neck. “You’re cute,” he mumbled, and he tugged himself out of your neck. His eyes examined your skin, looking at all the red marks that he had left, and he added, “Those are gonna bruise up so nice, I love it.” 
“Good,” you replied. “Now, isn’t there something you said you were gonna do?” 
Eddie rolled his eyes playfully, and, under his breath, he said, “You, maybe.” 
“Shut up,” you chuckled. “Get down there, hurry up.”
“Telling me to hurry…” Eddie mumbled playfully under his breath. “What’s that saying? Patience is a virtue?” 
“God, just put your mouth on my fucking pussy already,” you giggled, and Eddie dutifully obeyed. He pressed light kisses to your skin for a few moments, either teasing you or warming you up, and you grabbed the camera and set off a quick picture as Eddie’s hand came up and lightly touched your thigh. He smiled into your cunt, but he quickly got to work tugging down your panties, and he didn’t wait a second to press a kiss to your skin. 
Eddie opened your legs further and fully buried himself into your cunt, sending one long kick up from your hole to your clit. The electric shock that hit your body made you whimper, and your grip faltered on the camera. He sucked hard at your clit for a few torturous seconds, just long enough to make you squeal and grab at his hair, and he smiled into your skin. “Eddie,” you whimpered, and he responded by swirling his tongue along your wet flesh, threatening your hole with the tip of his tongue. “Eddie, baby…” 
“Take a picture,” Eddie mumbled into your cunt, and you nodded quickly, fumbling with the camera to get it to your eye. In the viewfinder, you could see your boyfriend’s lovely head between your thighs, his eyes looking up at you as his mouth quirked into a cheeky grin. Just as you snapped the picture, Eddie licked hard at your clit, and you gasped as the shock radiated through your legs. 
“Ed!” you whined. ”Fuck, baby!” 
Eddie didn’t reply, closing his eyes as he went back to his work, licking and biting and sucking at you. Everything he did left a hot coil in your tummy, winding tighter and tighter, and you dug the tips of your fingers into the hard plastic of the camera. Your leg twitched by his head when he added a finger to the mix, pressing it slowly into you as his mouth focused on your clit. He took your skin into his mouth and suckled at the sensitive nerve as his finger easily sank into your wet heat, and Eddie smiled as you writhed around him. 
“You like that?” he asked, and you nodded as you quickly flashed another picture. Eddie’s laughter vibrated up your spine and into your head, and he added a second finger before he started to fuck you quick and deep. The wet sounds of it were obscene, and you moaned; it made you wish that you had a video camera, just so you could capture the noises of it.
Eddie didn’t seem satisfied with just this, because he was quickly slinking away from your body, withdrawing his fingers and mouth. You whined at the loss of his fingers, and he laughed before shushing you. “It’s okay, princess,” he told you soothingly. “You’re getting my cock now, calm down.” 
The promise of that made you shiver, and you watched greedily as Eddie leaned back and undid his belt. Quickly, you remembered the camera, and, without even looking in the viewfinder, snapped a picture of Eddie’s smooth hands and fingers, adorned with rings, undoing his belt. You discarded the picture off to the side, in the general area of the others, and Eddie gave you a smile. “I knew you’d like the picture idea,” he said as he unzipped his jeans. “Are you gonna take pictures as I fuck you?”
“Yeah,” you said, your legs quivering as Eddie handled them around his waist, his jeans yawning open to expose the band of his boxers and the little happy trail he had that extended from his tummy and down into his underwear. “Maybe I’ll put one in my wallet.”
“I’d love to see it,” Eddie told you, and he rolled his hips forward, pressing himself fully against your wet pussy. “Fuck, baby, you’re so wet. Did I do that, did I make you all wet?” 
“Yes,” you gasped. You abandoned the camera in favor of gripping Eddie’s curls, and you dragged him down into a kiss, your mouths slotting together perfectly. His tongue swiped your lips before pushing into your mouth, and his fingertips dug almost painfully into the meat of your thighs. You liked the pain of it, though, and you moaned softly into Eddie’s open mouth. 
You could see just how impatient Eddie was, his kiss heady and needy, and you whispered, “Eddie, baby please fuck me already, I can’t wait any longer.” 
Eddie groaned low in his chest, and he mumbled, “M’gonna, princess, gonna fuck you so good.” His hands left your thighs, leaving little red crescents from his nails in his wake, and turned his attention back to himself. He shoved his jeans and boxers halfway down his thighs, just enough to expose his cock, and you quivered at the sight of him. You would never get over just how pretty Eddie’s cock was, thick and long, cut, with a little curve to the left, and your mouth watered. 
Eddie’s big brown eyes focused in on your pussy, and he spread your legs wide to slot his hips fully between them. Your breathing came quick as he pressed the head of his cock to your hole, and Eddie’s lips turned into a smirk as he pressed in just the tip. You whimpered and sobbed at the feeling of it, so close to what you needed but not enough and you pulled him into another kiss. 
“Eddie, baby,” you sobbed. “No teasing, baby, please.” 
Still partially inside you, Eddie leaned over to where you had set down the camera, and he quickly focused it on where your bodies met. In a quick, fluid motion, he snapped his hips forward and filled you all up, all the way to the hilt of his cock, and the camera snapped and the flash went off. Eddie pulled out the picture and waved it a few times in the air, trying to get it to process quicker than the others (although you had told him before that Polaroids don’t work like that, but Eddie swore it helped), and he said, “That’ll be a good one. Got your tits in it; this might be the one.” 
“Eddie!” you whined, and you covered your face abashedly. “Don’t put that one in your wallet!”
“Why not?” Eddie asked. “It’s gonna be beautiful!”
“Because you’re inside me in that picture!” you protested. “That’s embarrassing, y’know?” 
“Embarrassing?” Eddie asked. “Or hot?”
You sighed, and you grabbed the camera from Eddie, letting him brace himself up on his hands so he could start slowly fucking you. The stretch around him always hurt for the first few seconds, and you squeezed your eyes closed as Eddie slowly rocked his hips forward. The feel of it was exquisite, the hot drag of him inside you making you see stars already, and the way his cock nestled into that soft spot inside you with each thrust was almost sickening. 
Your hands shook as you situated the viewfinder on your eye, and Eddie flashed you a cheeky smile as you snapped a picture. You knew the picture would be subpar, likely shaky and out of focus, but it was Eddie, and you knew that would make the picture worth something. “Fuck me,” you told him, discarding the camera once more. “Fuck me harder, Eddie, please.”
“Harder,” Eddie echoed, and one of his hands went back to your marked thigh, pulling it up to settle your leg over his shoulder. The new angle allowed him deeper, so deep that you felt like you could feel him in your chest, and your back arched as he started up a quick pace. “Good girl, taking me so well… Fuck, princess, you’re so tight for me.” 
You nodded, unable to even form words, and Eddie laughed. You weren’t sure if he was laughing with you or at you, but he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “E-Eddie,” you stammered, your arms circling around his neck and clinging onto him. “Fuck, baby, y-you’re so deep.”
Eddie didn’t respond, only gripping you tighter and fucking you faster. If you thought the sounds of him fingering you were obscene, the noises now were absolutely nasty, loud and wet, skin hitting and brushing against each other. It only spurred on the hot coil in your stomach, drawing it tighter and tighter, and you knew you wouldn’t last long. 
It was a good thing that Eddie was such a good lover, so in tune with your body and needs, because he knew exactly what you wanted without you having to tell him. His hand left your thigh and drifted down between your bodies to the apex of your legs, and his skilled fingers quickly began to play with your clit, rubbing hard and pinching it enough to make you squeal and buck your hips. 
“Fuck!” you mewled, pressing yourself closer to him. “Eddie, you’re gonna make me cum if you keep doing that.”
“What the fuck do you think I’m trying to do?” Eddie laughed. “M’gonna make you cum before I do, and I’m gonna take the prettiest picture of you, all fucked out and used.” 
“O-Okay,” you stammered. “A-As long as I get a picture of you all fucked out.” 
“Of course,” Eddie agreed. “It’s only fair.”
Eddie’s fingers resumed their work on your clit, touching you with increasing urgency. He wanted you to cum quickly, and, with his quick pace and deep thrusts, it didn’t seem like it would take much longer. Your cunt throbbed around his cock as he fucked you, trying to draw him to his end as well, and Eddie hissed through his teeth. “Goddamn it, princess,” he said. “Tryin’ to make me cum all quick too.” 
“Please, Eddie,” you whimpered. Your hands scrambled for the camera again, and you braced it against your chest as you took a picture of him. The camera churned it out, and you once again abandoned the whole thing in order to touch Eddie. His chest was heaving with pants as he fucked you hard, and your hands grappled to grab him by his shoulders. Even though he was still fully dressed, there was something even more erotic than if he were naked with you, and you grabbed fistfuls of his shirt as his breath came in quick, sharp little gasps.
You could feel his cock throb inside you, and you knew that he was painfully close. “Fuck, Eddie,” you whispered in his ear, gently biting at his earlobe. “Are you gonna cum, baby?” 
“Yeah,” he grunted out. “Gonna fill you all up, princess.” 
“Oh, Eddie,” you moaned. “Please cum, baby, please.” 
“You want it?” Eddie asked. “You want my cum?”
“Yes,” you cried. Eddie’s fingers played quicker with your clit, your thighs shaking against your will as the coil drew tighter and hotter in your belly, and you dug your fingertips hard into his tough shoulder. Every sensation was jacked up to ten, Eddie fucking you so right and touching your clit and talking to you so nasty, and your back arched as you gasped. You couldn’t even get your full sentence out, “Eddie, I’m—!”, before the coil inside you burst, and you came. 
Your vision went a little blurry as you came, warm washing over your whole body as you grabbed Eddie hard, drawing him down into a kiss. It was an ugly kiss, all teeth and tongue, but it was exactly what you wanted from him. Eddie groaned into the kiss, his thrusts getting sloppy and even harder (if that was possible), and he speared into you hard one last time before he gave a deep grunt and a long groan, and you felt him spill inside you. Your mind felt gone, but you were there enough to grapple for the camera, and you took a picture of him, his head hanging low and his eyes squeezed shut, and you giggled lightly at him. 
“Here,” Eddie whispered. “Gimme that.” You quickly passed him the camera, and he took care to focus it nicely on your cunt, still filled by his cock and leaking his cum, before he snapped a picture. Your body quivered in pleasure as Eddie put down the camera and grabbed your hips again, and he put a sweet kiss on your open mouth. “You okay?” he asked, and you nodded gently. 
“Just…” you started, and huffed out a laugh. “Fucking tired now.” 
Eddie finally withdrew his hips, pulling his softening cock from inside you with another hiss, and he sat on the floor next to you. Carefully, he pulled you into his lap, and you buried your face in his neck as he grabbed the camera and flipped it open to check the film. “One picture left,” he announced. “Would you like to do the honors?” 
You nodded and took the camera from his hands, and you turned it around on both of you. Just in time for the picture, Eddie leaned in and kissed your cheek, and you laughed as the picture flashed and then churned out.
“That’s gonna be the best one,” Eddie said, and he took the picture into his hand and reverently put it on the floor, next to the pile of other Polaroids. You caught a glimpse of the other quickly-developing pictures— your tits, Eddie’s head between your thighs, a shaky flash of his cock halfway inside you— and, when you looked back at the final picture, you saw the ghost of yourself, smiling widely, with Eddie attached to your cheek. 
“I agree.” 
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Sex on Fire | Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader
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Synopsis - After watching Eddie hotwire a stolen vehicle, you find yourself desperate for him. Impending doom be damned.
A/N - This scene makes me feral, so of course I had to write about it. ALSO, this is not canon because in this version, everyone makes it. Credit to whoever made the gif!! Enjoy this filth<3
CW - 18+ content (minors go away), dirty talk, language, oral (m + f receiving), spitting, reader is obsessed with eddies hands, orgasms, fluff, established relationship
Word Count - 2.1k
Please, under no circumstances, repost my work on any other sites. I do not consent to anyone taking my work and posting it as their own.
“And you
Your sex is on fire
Consumed with what’s just transpired”
Sex on fire - Kings of Leon
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You hadn’t meant for it to happen. Honest.
You’d just snuck into someone else’s vehicle, on the way to acquire a mass amount of weapons for an impending fight against a supernatural villain and yet, you were frozen in place, nursing a throb between your legs as you stared at Eddie.
He was sitting in the driver’s seat of the RV, the picture of confidence as he expertly hot wired the engine.
It was absolutely absurd to be turned on at a time like this, when danger was coming, but you couldn’t find it in you to be ashamed. Not when your boyfriend looked the way he did.
His movements were quick; nimble, ringed fingers grasping at wires, fumbling as he picked up the rusty pair of pliers. Finally, as he struggled with multitasking, he placed the tool between his teeth and shit, you were practically vibrating as you watched.
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*ੈ✩‧₊˚𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: your studying with your boyfriend Eddie, when his curious eyes land on something hidden deep inside your closet.
ੈ✩‧₊˚𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: 18+ MINORS DNI! some spit play, anal play kinda but not really, degrading, edging, overstimulation, mentions of a corruption kink, oral sex fem receiving.
ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝔓𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤: naive/inexperienced fem reader x Eddie Munson.
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“Okay let’s test each other.” You crawled across from him.
Eddie groaned. “No” He threw himself backwards onto your bed.
“C’mon Eddie!” You whined climbing over and straddling him.
“No princess,” he sighed covering his face with his hands. “I’m tired and bored, let’s do something else.” He mumbled into his hands.
You giggled moving his hands from his face and gently pinning them over his head. “Like what?” You smiled down at him.
“Literally anything else.” He sighed. Staring back up into your soft round eyes. “We could make out?”
You hummed, pretending to think before quickly lowering yourself and leaving a small quick peck on his lips. “Maybe later, I need to keep studying.”
Eddie groaned at the lack of touch. “(Y/n) your killing me!” He threw his hands into the air. You laughed crawling off him and picking up where you left off.
Eddie stared at your ceiling fan watching as it went round and round making him dizzy, And then he saw it, something bright and pink out the corner of his eye hidden beneath a pile of clothes. He turned his head towards it, the color peeking his interest. “What’s that?” He asked slowly rising from your bed.
“What’s what?” You mumbled through the pencil in your mouth as you continued to read your notes, paying no mind to him whatsoever.
“That, pink thing…” he said bending down to retrieve it.
You scrunched your face, looking up from the notebook you had your nose buried in for the last couple of hours. “EDDIE-“ you gasped with wide eyes watching him play with the object in his hand. Your face flushed a bright red full of embarrassment. If you could crawl into the deepest darkest hole and die, you would.
Eddie laughed throwing his head back. “(Y/n), this is amazing!” He bent over clutching his stomach in a fit of laughter.
“I-I- I don’t even-“ you struggled to form words. You couldn’t even come up with a lie on the spot, to mortified with the thought that your boyfriend of six months whom you’ve only just kiss found your pink dildo.
“God (y/n), I knew you were a freak but I didn’t know you were this freaky.” He teased shaking the rubber and watching it recoil against the movement.
Tears brimmed your eyes as you fought the urge to cry. Eddie took notice quickly lowering the object and walking towards you. “No, no, I’m sorry princess, I didn’t mean to make you feel bad.” He scooped you up into his arms, stroking your hair. “I was just joking.” He sighed mentally slapping himself. “It’s nothing to be ashamed about…I-I do it too.” He mumbled the last bit.
You looked up at him blinking away the tears. “You…do?” You asked with a small sniffle.
Eddie nodded his head. “Yeah…not with that though.” He chuckled, a small smile formed at your lips. “Just with these.” He held his hand up with an open palm.
You smiled taking his hand into yours and tangling your fingers with his. you nuzzled your head deep into his chest, taking in a deep breath with his usual aroma of cigarettes and cologne filling your nose, before sighing with relief. You were happy that he hadn’t judged you like you thought he would’ve, how idiotic of you to have thought.
Your mind wandered and the image of Eddie gripping his cock in his hand crept into your mind. You squirmed on his lap, Eddie took notice, rubbing his hand up and down the small of your back. “You okay?” He murmured, kissing your hair.
You played with his fingers. “What do you…” you stopped to think, feeling a bit awkward with the phrasing of your question. “what do you think about?” Your voice was meek, as you drew small circle on his hand.
It caught Eddie off guard. He hadn’t expected such a question from you. “Uhh..” he stopped to think. “I think about…I think about you, princess.” He sighed.
You smiled, happy with his response. “Yeah but…what am I doing…for you?” You whispered looking up at him with your soft doe eyes. He smirked to himself, his cock twitching in his pants at the improper thoughts you had hidden behind your innocent gaze.
“I think about you on your knees…with your pretty pink tongue sticking out waiting for me cum all over it.” He cooed playing with your hair. “I think about you jumping on my cock, so desperate to get yourself off while your tits bounce over my face.” Your face flushed as You clenched your thighs easing the fuzzy feeling between your legs.
Eddie felt you shift on his lap, your ass moving against his cock. He looked down at you cupping your jaw and tilting your head to meet his gaze. “I think about stretching out your tight virgin pussy and fucking you till your all dumb.” You felt your heart rate quicken. the embarrassment you’d felt just moments ago was replaced with the familiar feeling of arousal.
Eddie slowly trailed his hand down from your jaw past your neck. “Do you wanna tell me what you think about?” His whisper was raspy and you shivered as his warm breath rolled down your bare neck. His hand lowered past your stomach laying flat against the pudge, you frowned hoping he’d go lower.
You nodded with a small sigh. “Then tell me.” He said bunching up the fabric of your white skirt. You rolled your head back against his hard chest, expecting him to finally touch you. “Better yet…” he thought. “I think my princess wants to show me, isn’t that right?”
You bit your lip, to shy to admit to the truth, but Eddie could tell, he always knew exactly what you wanted. “C’mon princess, then show me.”
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You sat at the far edge of your bed, back pressed against the cold headboard with your legs spread as far as they could. Eddie sat in front of you admiring your bare glistening cunt as he rubbed himself through his pants easing the burning feeling.
“Ready?” He asked through a heavy breath. You nodded your head, adjusting your hips so that they’d be a bit farther out then the rest of you.
You squirmed feeling extremely exposed compared to Eddie. He still had his jeans and Mötley Crüe shirt on, fully dressed right in front of you staring you down like a madman thirsty for blood. The only thing that kept some of your dignity was the thin white shirt you had, but even that still left you a little exposed as the thin cotton outlined your breast.
Eddie inched closer towards you, rubbing his warm hand up and down over your inner thigh. “I’m gonna work up to it okay, princess? Don’t wanna hurt you now do we?” You nodded with a small gulp as his hand inched closer, down to your aching cunt painfully slow. He cupped his hand over the small mound, kissing along the inside your thigh. He left wet kisses in a trail, going back to nibble at them till he was content, all the while his fingers teased up and down your slit, never pushing through.
You whined, jerking your hips towards him, hoping to gain any kind of friction. “Stop it (y/n).” He tsk. “we’ll get there just be patient, Can you do that for me? Can you be a good girl and sit patiently while I play with you and get you all nice a wet?” You nodded with a small whine.
Eddie continued with his small little kisses this time moving to your other thigh. He bit and sucked on the skin, letting out small groans, absolutely loving the way he marked you up. Eddie was always so possessive over you, especially more when you two started going out. He’ll always have a hand wrapped around your waist so that everyone would know your his, and anytime he’d catch someone staring for too long he’d pull you into a deep kiss, slipping his tongue deep into your mouth. You didn’t mind it, in fact you loved how protective he is, and obviously Eddie would jump at any opportunity to mark you up as much as he could, still respecting your wishes to keep it hidden from your parents.
Eddie leaned back admiring his work, “you should be happy your dating an artist babe.” He snickered looking up at you. “I’m like fucking Picasso or whatever the hell his name is.” He smirked as he inched back forward his mouth hovering just a couple inches above your heat. He parted your sticky folds, spitting down onto your pussy. The warm liquid dribbled down your cunt making you let out a small shaky sigh. He smiled a devilish smirk, before taking the tip of his middle finger and dipping down to collect the spit that puddled, smearing it even more over your little cunt. You lolled your head back against your headboard, a small moan coming from your mouth at his warm touch. But still it wasn’t enough.
His eyes were shamelessly glued to the spot between your legs, teasingly sliding his fingers up and down your wet fold playing with the mixture of his spit and your juices. The lewd sounds coming from your dripping cunt only made you crave him more. “Do you hear that baby? You hear how wet you are for me?” You nodded watching him with heavy breaths while biting your lip.
You let out a small whine, flinching each time he’d lightly swipe his finger over your desperate clit. He’d lower his fingers, just barely dipping into your hole, threatening to break through the tension with his fingers, only to bring it back up and flick the little nub again. He did that over and over giving you just enough friction to work you up but not enough to help you finish.
“So pretty (y/n),” he cooed, reaching his free hand to cup your cheek. You leaned into the warmth of his hand looking up at him with your big round eyes making him absolutely insane for you. “Bet you’d taste as sweet as you are, princess.” He murmured.
You smiled up at him batting your thick lashes. “Why don’t you find out.” You purred with a strange wave of confidence. You Trailed your hand into his shirt, feeling his soft skin clenched under your touch.
“Yeah? Is that what my princess wants? For me to taste her deliciously sweet cunt?” He cooed dipping his thumb past your lips. You nodded your head, swirling and sucking your tongue against his salty skin. “Look at you sucking my thumb so good, bet you’d like my cock stuffed in your mouth wouldn’t you baby?”
You nodded you head frantically, the thought of Eddie using your mouth for his own pleasure made you dizzy. Eddie chuckled “another time princess, tonight’s all about you.” He pulled his thumb out from your mouth and you released it with a pop and small whine following after.
Eddie lowered himself till he was leveled with your weeping cunt. You watched with curious eyes and he took a long lick pressing his tongue flat against your pussy. You moaned embarrassingly loud. “Shh (y/n), we don’t want to alert your parents now do we?” He teased his warm breath hitting your wet cunt. “You know how much your dad loves me.” He said sarcastically.
“S-sorry.” You whispered. Eddie looked up at you through his bangs with a sly smirk before latching his tounge onto your Clit. You gasped slapping a hand over your mouth to conceal the moans that threatened to escape. Eddie groaned at your taste, lapping his tongue against the small nub. “Oh my god, Eddie god-” you gasped tangling your fingers into his messy hair, the stinging of his scalp only egged him on more.
He slid two fingers into you, pumping them in and out to match his pace. “Eddie!” You cried as you felt his fingers rubbing along the spongey spot that made you feel woozy. You threw your head back, skull cracking against your headboard as you gave in, hips rolling against his face at the best of your ability, using his hair to keep you stable. Eddie chuckled against you adding one more finger into the hole as he felt you clench down against him, all while he was sucking and swirling his tongue around your clit.
You were close and he knew, but he wasn’t gonna let you finish, not yet, not until you were begging him with red cheeks, teary eyes, and slurred words. You were his toy, you were his prize and he was gonna make it worthwhile. Eddie shook his head against you sucking your folds into his mouth as his tongue lathered all over them, you whined arching your back towards him pulling him in closer.
“Eddie…Eddie…I’m gonna cum -oh my- I’m gonna cum!” You screamed not caring if your parents would hear. Your walls fluttered around his thick fingers, and Just before you could melt into full bliss Eddie pulled away. “No, Eddie please!” You whined with a pout grabbing his hand and pulling it back towards your aching cunt.
Eddie pulled his hand away and gathered both of yours pinning them over your head in one smooth motion. “Be. Patient.” He warned his dark eyes piercing through your soul. He took his glistening fingers and shoved them into your mouth to suck on, and you gladly did moaning at your taste. “Look at you, so needy, so perfect, and all for me.” You nodded your head small whimpers escaping you as you swirled your tongue all over Eddie’s fingers. He slowly pulled them out a line of spit connecting towards your lip.
He brought his fingers back down to your cunt sliding them up and down between your folds. “Im gonna have to tie your hands up, can’t have you acting like a brat without any punishment now can we?” He taunted.
“No Eddie please-” You whimpered sounding so pathetic but you didn’t care. “I’ll be good I promise, give me one more chance.” You begged tears brimming your eyes.
“Look at you, being so greedy.” He tsk looking down at your hips still jerking against his fingers for more friction. Your cheeks burned a bright red, embarrassed that you hadn’t even realized you were doing it. “Wait, no please-“ you cried.
“My dirty girl wants it so bad, so bad she’s misbehaving.” He growled pulling his shirt from over his head. “Let me show you what misbehaving little girls get.” He gathering your hands tying them together against the headboard of your bed. as he reached for the pink dildo on your night stand. “Spit on it.” He demanded. You did before taking the rubber into your mouth and bobbing your head up and down against it to the best of your ability. You gagged as Eddie shoved it deeper into your mouth. Spit dribbling down your chin as the tip of the makeshift dick hit the back of your throat.
Eddie smiled pleased with the tears spilling from your eyes. You moaned against the rubber imagining that it were Eddie’s dick you were chocking on. His finger drew tight circles on your clit the sensation sending shivers down your spine. “Look at you, what a filthy girl you are princess.” He growled looking at the pool beneath you that stained your pink floral covers. You whimpered nodding your head. His filthy words only making your skin hotter. “And here I thought you were just so naive and innocent, but your just a naughty girl hiding behind that facade aren’t you? A greedy little slut waiting to be freed hm?” He growled.
You nodded your head to the best of its ability moaning as your throat contracted around the pink dick. Eddie pushed two fingers back inside of you, pumping in and out matching the same pace as the dildo that slammed into your mouth. You cried arching your back towards him. He chuckled pulling the dick out from your mouth as you gasped for air. Your mascara running down your cheeks, swollen pink lips and spit trickling down your neck. You were filthy, you felt filthy, and you absolutely loved it. Being used by Eddie was something you’d always imagined as you touched yourself late at night. And now it’s become your reality.
Your cheeks flushed as you fought against the ties Eddie had around your wrist. You wanted to reach out towards him, grip his hair and let your fingers roam around his bare torso. You wanted to reach out and trace delicate circle all over his ink, down to his pelvis, then down to his bulging cock, which you could clearly see even through the black jeans he wore. “Eddie please.” You whined lolling your head to its side. You could barely keep your eyes open, everything was just to much.
Eddie tsk, “my princess needs to cum doesn’t she?” He cooed, his fingers repeatedly slamming into your g-spot. You cried spreading your legs farther apart. “Yes! -Oh my god- yes Eddie please!” Tears rolled down your cheeks as you rolled your hips against his fingers. Your pussy clenched around him being so close to melting into full bliss. Eddie pulled his fingers out, a loud squelch echoed in the room. “ Eddie n-OH!“ you yelped as he shoved the pink dildo inside of your hole, not missing a beat and keeping the same pace as before.
“Oh my god Eddie! Yes! Feels so good!” You cried. Eddie palmed himself with his free hand as he watched the dildo spilt you open. Your eyes rolled back as he slammed the dildo into you, the pink tip rubbing against the spongey spot inside of you repeatedly.
He trailed his free hand up your soft stomach into your thin shirt and took hold of your bouncing tit, squeezing the mound into his hand as he fingers tugged on your nipple. You bit your lip staring into his dark eyes, finding salvation in them. “So-good.” You breathed out feeling your stomach clench.
“Gonna- oh Ed’s…need to cum.” every word you said came out in small little breaths with each thrust of rubber dick.
“Not yet princess.” He growled over the wet sound of your pussy and small whimpers escaping your gaped mouth. “Your okay princess, just breath for me baby.” He cooed his hand moving down to your clit. You threw your head back, crashing it against your headboard as He rubbed fast circles onto the small nub. “Please Eddie please!” You cried. Everything feeling to much to handle.
Eddie smiled to himself, feeling exceptionally generous all due to your small pleads and the little noises that escaped your throat. “Go ahead, cum for me princess.” He cooed. the knot in your stomach unraveled as everything went blank and was replaced with ecstasy. Your body shuddered, hips stuttering as your orgasm washed over you.
“Shit princess.” Eddie gasped watching as your pussy gushed all over his pants. Tears rolled down your cheeks, a mixture of pleasure and relief with a little bit of pain as you came down from your high.
You squirmed away from Eddie’s touch and he tuts, sliding the pink cock between your folds and teasing at your asshole as he was still vigorously rubbing his fingers on your sensitive clit. “Eddie i-“ you gasped jerking your hips. Eddie still not having slowed down, smiled at your feeble attempts to squirm away. “You looked so beautiful when you came.” He cooed. “So goddamn beautiful princess.” Your legs trembled as slowed his pace coming to a stop. He kissed your trembling knee before standing from the bed and unzipping his jeans. “Think you can give me another? but this time while your under me?” He dropped his pants, jeans and boxers pooling at his ankles. his hard cock sprung out from its shackles all angry and red.
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