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i’ve had this scenario banging around in my head since the movie came out but imagine a fic where the reader has a massive crush on angus but they see him kissing elise at the christmas party 😭 like i loooveee angst and i would write this fic myself but i lost my last neuron when i fell off an electric scooter and got a concussion 😔
oh no concussion!! :( i'm so sorry about that honey, hopefully this'll make up for that!//word count: 2.1k, tw for grief/loss
You couldn't help but notice the way Angus grinned when Ms. Crane said her niece's name. It was a real smile, not the firm, thin thing that he had given you at lunch— you supposed that he hated being stuck at Barton as much as you did, maybe even hating you in the process. Being the only girl at Barton was hard, but especially at the holidays, when you really felt like your choices were the school or a fucking grave. It hurt, sure, but that smile on Angus's face hurt worse.
Elise pulled both you and Angus into the basement, where children sat, doing crafts with paste and glitter and pom-poms, and you smiled at one of the little girls, playing a popsicle stick as a little doll. You heard Angus and Elise talking to each other as they crossed the room, and you lifted your eyes to him just in time to watch him raise his arms in a silly pose and pull a goofy face. You almost started to laugh at him, as per usual when Angus was doing his antics, but Elise laughed first. Her laugh was gentle, her eyes bright, and your heart sank. She really was beautiful, and she was creative and knew whatever painting Angus was talking about. She was something that you weren't, and you sighed gently. And, based on the way that Angus reacted to her, he wanted what she had.
You took to playing with the little girls, keeping an eye out for Angus and Elise across the room. He didn't look at you one single time, keeping his gaze on her the whole time, spreading paint around the page with his long, thin fingers. You tried to distract yourself, but nothing worked, and you looked at the pair just in time to watch Elise lean over the table and press her lips to Angus's mouth.
Your heart stopped and your mouth went dry. Of course. After everything, all the time you spent with him, the tells of friendship and maybe more that was building throughout the vacation, he still chose her over you. Would anyone ever choose you? Even at your old school, you were cast aside, forgotten. You thought that there was something with Angus, little flirtations and lingering glances, you could have sworn there was something there, but apparently not. You rubbed your lips together and lowered your eyes, feeling hot tears prick to the surface, and you quickly got up from the short table and made your way upstairs. You needed the bathroom, or the kitchen, or somewhere where there wasn't other people.
Unluckily for you, as you pushed into the kitchen, you heard a shuddering sob, and you stopped dead in your tracks at the sight of Mary Lamb bent over the counter, crying. Danny, the janitor, who you had interacted with a handful of times, stood in the corner, obviously wanting to help her but not wanting to aggravate her.
"Mary?" you mumbled. "Everything okay?" Even in your upset state, you hated to see the strong and smart Mary in a bad moment. If she was crying, something was wrong.
She said nothing, drawing in a breath and weeping, and your heart clenched. You turned back out of the kitchen, going in search of Mr. Hunham, but before you could even think about his whereabouts, you collided straight into Angus's chest. "Oh, hey," he said with a crooked smile. "You disappeared really suddenly; you okay?"
Seeing his stupid smile made your tears return, and you struggled to breathe. You could worry about yourself and your complicated feelings towards Angus later; you needed to worry about Mary. "M-Mary—" you started, pointing towards the kitchen. "She's— Where's Hunham?"
"What about Mary?" Angus asked, looking past you to the swinging door of the kitchen.
"Where is Hunham?" you repeated firmly, and Angus's smile fell.
"I'll go find him," he mumbled, and you turned back to the kitchen without a word. Mary's head was hanging now, her tears dripping on the counter, and you carefully approached her. "Mary?" you started softly. "Do you want some water or something?"
Mary sniffled and shook her head, and you frowned. She obviously didn't want anything, and you took a step back as Angus and Mr. Hunham noisily bustled into the kitchen. One look at her had Hunham closing the door, and Angus stood in the corner, arms crossed, as he watched Hunham lay a hand on Mary's back.
You felt sick as you listened to her sob about her Curtis, the boy you never met but would always admire, and the group of you was quick to grab your jackets and decide to go home. You were glad; if you ever saw Elise again, you might have dropped dead. But, of course, Angus was whinging the whole walk to the car about leaving Elise behind. "I was having a good time!" he complained. "You can take Mary home and pick me up later!"
"Yeah, having a good time sucking Elise's tongue," you scoffed before you could stop yourself, and Hunham's head snapped to you with intensity.
"I can't believe you two," Hunham grunted. "This poor woman is bereft with grief—" Mary interjected that she didn't need anyone feeling sorry for her, but Hunham paid her little mind— "And all you can think about is that silly girl!"
"What did I do?" you gaped. "All I said was—"
"I heard you, miss," Hunham said. "Mary and I are going to get the car, and by the time we get back, you two had better fix whatever this is."
Your face heated up with shame and embarrassment as Mary and Hunham scuttled away, and you couldn't even bare to look at Angus. But you did, and you saw, on his pale and sharp chin, the smallest red mark, a cut, a nick from shaving. "You have a cut on your chin," you mumbled.
"I know!" Angus spat. "What's your fucking problem suddenly?"
"Hey, don't yell at me," you said quickly. "Look, I'm sorry that you're being pulled away from the love of your life or whatever, but you've got to start giving a shit about other people!"
"Like who?" Angus asked. "Like you?"
"Like Mary!" you said, even though your heart was screaming, begging for Angus to see you. For him to really see you, see through your timidness and shyness and see how badly you liked him. "Oh my God, this is her first Christmas without her son; Jesus Christ, at least act like you've got a heart inside your chest!"
"Why do you care so bad about her?" Angus asked. "And, for a matter of fact, why do you care about Elise?"
"Trust me, I couldn't give less of a shit about Elise," you said, crossing your arms in front of your chest in the cold. "But Mary, I... Fuck... My dad died in January. S'why I didn't wanna go home for the break... It would just be me and my mom, alone in our place, not being able to avoid the empty space on the couch where my dad should be. I don't know what Mary's going through, I'll never know how that feels, but... I get it. It hurts like fucking shit, and, like, you'll never understand how that feels because your parents are alive—"
"My dad's dead."
The way Angus venomously spit out his words made you feel rotted inside. "But..." you started. "I thought your dad...? Saint Kitts...?"
"That's just some rich prick my mom married," Angus said.
"So you should get it," you sighed. "The first holiday without family is hard, every day is hard, but Mary... I can't imagine how she feels, and I'm trying to be as sympathetic as possible, try to make it easier for her or something, y'know?"
Angus was quiet for a long moment, pressing the toe of his shoe into a snowy patch on the sidewalk. "I guess I like Elise because she likes me," he said softly. "S'not everyday I find someone who likes me."
"God..." you sighed, squeezing your eyes shut. "Is that what that was?"
"Shut up," Angus sneered.
"Hey, easy," you said gently. "Angus, I..." You didn't know what to say to him. You had no idea how to start the conversation, let alone get to where you wanted to be quick enough— Hunham only parked around the corner, he and Mary should be coming back at any second— and you said, "Was that your first kiss? Just then, with her?"
"All-boys schools don't make it easy to find a girl to kiss," Angus mumbled.
You sighed heavily. Your eyes drifted down to a snowbank at the edge of the street, watching it glitter under the streetlamp for a moment, and, before you could stop yourself, you leaned into him and pressed your mouth to his, grabbing his upper arms to keep you upright with your shaking legs. He started for a moment, shocked and surprised, and his hands hovered above your hips, wholly unsure of how to proceed, and you broke the kiss quickly. His owlish eyes stared you down, his mouth open, but he didn't look upset.
"Say something," you whispered, and he let out a breath, the warmth of the air hitting your lips. "Fuck, please, just say something—"
He kissed you again. His hands grabbed your hips and tugged you against him, and you easily looped your arms around his neck and rose up on your tip-toes to reach his height. His lips were warm, if a little dry, and his nose bumped yours as he went to deepen the kiss, his fingers itching in the skirt of your dress. You smiled, unable to control yourself, and Angus did too, pulling away from your mouth.
"Oh," you whispered, and you smoothed your thumb across his top lip, wiping off a little bit of the rosy lipstick that you had worn to the party. "Sorry 'bout that."
"Whatever," Angus said breathlessly, his eyes soft as he gazed at you. "You taste good."
You chuckled lightly, lowering your eyes to his shoes. That shyness returned as your skin flamed, and you worried your bottom lip between your front teeth. "S-So I guess you see why I wasn't too jazzed about Elise," you said, trying to attempt a lightness in your voice.
"I'll say," Angus said. "How long have you liked me?"
"Since I met you?" you squeaked. "Since, um, I got sat in front of you in Hunham's class...? I don't know, it's dumb."
"Nuh-uh, that's not dumb," Angus said. "I've liked you for... I don't know, I guess since that first day too. We had, um, heard that a girl was coming to Barton, and I didn't really care too much, but I heard how much the other guys cared, and it... I don't know, it became a contest on how little I cared. But then I saw you... Heard you laugh... Watched you sneak a cigarette behind the bleachers during a football game..." You laughed, as did Angus, and his big hand came to cup your face, angling you to look at him. "But I think I really, really fell for you when I kissed her."
"Huh?" you asked, wrinkling your nose.
Angus rolled his eyes, obviously a little abashed by his admission. "Listen, I'm a teenage boy, it's in my nature to daydream about you," he started. "I had dreamed about what it would be like to be your boyfriend, to kiss you, to have my first kiss with you... Then, Elise kissed me, and, when I opened my eyes, I was sorta disappointed to see her and not you."
"Oh," you said softly.
"You went upstairs, and I went after you to try to talk to you about that," Angus said. "And then Mary, and... But yeah. I've just been too chickenshit to tell you before now."
"Well..." you whispered, listening to the quiet rumble of Hunham's car come from around the street corner. "Thank God for Elise."
"Don't you ever say her name again," Angus told you, and he leaned down to kiss you again. You were acutely aware of how Hunham and Mary could certainly see you two necking in the middle of the sidewalk, but you didn't care. Hunham said to work it out, and so you had.
The blaring of the old Buick's horn made Angus pull away from you, and you heard the window squeak down before Hunham shouted "Will you two quit and get inside the goddamn car?"
"Take it easy on 'em," Mary said as you slid into the backseat, followed by Angus.
"Yeah," Angus said. "Take it easy on us."
"I don't need your sass, Mr. Tully," Hunham said, glaring at you two in the rearview mirror. "Now I have to find a way to separate you two at night, no more sleeping in the same room, no more..."
You didn't care to hear Hunham's ramblings; you leaned your head on Angus's shoulder, you took his hand in yours, and you closed your eyes. Maybe the rest of break would be okay.
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Who are some of your favorite Fexi writers and/or Fexi fics?
bear with me loves, i am terrible at keeping track when author names and tumblr urls don't match up. i know i'm missing tags here!
This Heat Has Got Right Out Of Hand - by miniature_sophie
(really anything that miniature_sophie wrote for fexi is a banger)
inspiration point - by @actnatural-ly
i wanna be the only one (you come for) - by @idontneedtobeforgiven
Someone To Watch Over Me - by @muserepeats
take it slow, grow as we go - by thoughtyouintomylife
(desire is) two hands wrapped around a throat
being good isn't always easy - by @stannisfactions
between brief encounters - by thepeachemoji
And no drugs for Lexi Howard, bye. - by @changeyourwholepitch
i'm a fool to do your dirty work - by @myztify
this list could go on forever if i wanted. i'm pretty sure i've read almost everything in the tag currently (with some exceptions based on tags that are Hard No's for me personally) so please note this doesn't even touch most fics or authors that i love and have returned to for repeat readings. this is just a glimpse at a wide variety of fexi fics and authors whom i love!
#fexi#bex answers#these are a few of my favorite things#an incomplete list of my most favorite fexi fics#yall this fandom has some real gems!
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GET OUT SHE'S 🔥
And don't you dare hurt her again bitch
BITCH I KNOW SHES SO FUCKING GORGEOUS
And I can’t make any promises but I’ll certainly try!!
LOVE YOU BITCH ❤️❤️❤️
#bex answers#messrprongs#asked and answered#natalie cusack#open heart mc#eleanor tomlinson#open heart fc
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i saw ur message abt angus tully requests and🙈🙈 if u feel like it i would love to read a first kiss fic, but honestly i'd read anything !!!!
as you requested... :) word count: 1k
When you first met Angus, you didn’t consider him as someone you could fall for. He was a little short-tempered, a little too sarcastic for your tastes, but he was smart— even though you didn’t go to the same school, he still came into town on Wednesday afternoons and met you at the library to tutor you in biology. Even though Angus could definitely be hard to deal with sometimes, he helped you get the grades that you needed, and you were endlessly appreciative of him.
Your biology midterm was next week, and you and Angus should have by all means been studying, but you weren’t. You were listening to him talk about his school, the prestigious Barton Academy, and how the all-boys school wasn’t exactly conducive to finding a date. “Not that I even wanna go to winter formal,” Angus said, twirling his pencil in his fingers. “But my mom and stepdad say I should.”
“Who’re you taking?” you asked. Your school also had a dance at the end of the semester, but you guys weren’t fancy enough to call it a “formal”. You were also in need of a date, and had briefly considered just going by yourself; you were better off on your own, anyway.
Angus shrugged. “Not a lot of girls for me to ask,” he said. “Not that any girl would wanna go out with me anyway.”
“Oh, whatever,” you scoffed, gently erasing your work on your paper and rewriting the answer. “You’ve gotta have girls swooning all over you.”
Angus barked out a laugh. “You flatter me,” he grumbled. “You think girls give me the time of day? That’s really funny.”
You lifted your eyes from your paper up to Angus’s face, and you scrunched your eyebrows. “I mean, why not?” you asked. “You kinda have that Bob Dylan thing going on; if you went to my school, you would be everybody’s favorite.”
“Mm, but I don’t go to your school,” Angus hummed. “The guys at Barton think I’m just a pest.”
“Well, I don’t think that,” you offered lightly. “I think you’re pretty cool.”
“Thanks,” Angus said softly. “I think you’re… Ahem, pretty cool too.” His cheeks went red as he cleared his throat, and his eyes flicked down to your textbook to break eye contact. Suddenly, he was quiet, his face burning; you had never seen Angus be shy before.
“Angus?” you said. He said nothing, his teeth nibbling on his bottom lip, and you reached out to him, letting your fingertips brush his chin, lifting his face to look at you. You tilted your head as you watched him squirm, but he made no effort to move your hand from his face or try to move you away. “You know what I mean… When I said you’re pretty cool, right?”
Angus took a breath, and he nodded quietly. “I meant the same thing,” he admitted. “Only, I… I’ve never had a girlfriend before. I don’t know how to do this.”
Your hand dropped from his face, and you took up his hand from the table, twining your fingers together with his. His skin was soft and cold, and his grip was immediate and strong. “I’ve never had a boyfriend before,” you told him. “A real boyfriend, at least.”
“What’s a real boyfriend?” Angus asked, leaning forward in his seat to get closer to you.
“I don’t know,” you whispered. “I mean, like… I’ve never had a guy get all shy around me or anything. Act like he really likes me, and isn’t just dating me to cheat off of me in history class.”
Angus chuckled breathlessly. “Well, you don’t have to worry about that with me,” he said, and you smiled. “Umm… Can I… Kiss you? I’ve kinda wanted to ever since I met you…”
“Have you ever kissed anyone before?” you asked.
“Have you?” Angus asked quickly.
“I asked you first,” you smiled, and Angus huffed as he chuckled.
“Um, no,” Angus coughed. “I’ve always gone to all-boys schools… Last time I had a girl I talked to regularly, I was in preschool. And that doesn’t really count, I think.”
“Probably not,” you agreed. “I’ve kissed one other guy before. It was the boyfriend who would cheat off of me, and he kissed me sometimes, but… Never anything else.”
“Okay, so you’re marginally more experienced than I am,” Angus said and jokingly rolled his eyes. “You can’t get mad at me if I’m a bad kisser.”
“I would never,” you told him. You both hesitated for a moment, trying to read each other’s minds, and, before you could speak first, Angus cupped your cheek with his soft palm and leaned in, pressing his lips to yours. You didn’t hesitate to lean into his kiss, reaching out and wrapping your fingers around his thin wrist, and he sank into you, letting himself relax.
You finally broke the kiss with a big smile, and Angus chuckled, and you shifted away quickly when your teeth clacked together. “Was that good?” Angus asked, nervously pressing his lips into a thin line as his eyes stayed locked on yours. “Why’re you laughing, was it that bad?”
“No, sweetheart, I’m not laughing at you,” you chuckled, shaking your head. You watched his cheeks go pink again at the pet name, and you said, “I’m just… Happy.”
“Good,” Angus said. His hand reached for yours, pressing his fingers between yours, and he said, “Right... What were we talking about?”
“Well, we were talking about, like, biology and stuff, for my exam next week,” you said. “But then we started talking about your winter formal and my school dance, and how we didn’t have dates.”
“Oh, right,” Angus said. “Umm… I-I guess, maybe, if you want, I could go with you to your dance.”
“As my date?” you asked, and Angus nodded. “I think I’d like that a lot. And maybe I can be your date to the winter formal?”
“As long as you can deal with the stuck-up pricks at my school,” Angus grumbled, and you grinned, leaning in and kissing Angus’s cheek.
“Whatever you want, sweetheart.”
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def write more best friends dad!cillian orrrr maybe you can dip ur toes into dads best friend!cillian??? i feel like that would be awesome!
here you go, lovelies, the long awaited dad's best friend!cillian! enjoy! warnings for smut (oral f!receiving, fingering), age gap (cillian is 46, reader is in her 20s)
The moment you surfaced from the water, you felt his gaze on you. You had known Mr. Murphy for years, for long enough for him to insist that you call him Uncle Cillian (although you didn’t, but you were never sure why), and his bright blue eyes were hard to miss, especially when they were fixated on you.You swiped the droplets of chlorinated water from your eyes as you looked around for him, dodging the various people that were in your backyard. It was a hot Saturday evening, and your parents were putting on a little summer party to celebrate you being home from college; of course, Mr. Murphy was invited, and you had briefly greeted him when he arrived a few hours before, before you got in the pool. But now, you felt him watching you, and you found him standing by the back door that led into your kitchen.
You watched as he averted his eyes, obviously having been caught looking, and he slipped inside your house quickly. You scrunched up your eyebrows in confusion at his hasty exit, and you swam to the edge of the pool, tugging yourself up and out. Your towel laid nearby, and you quickly dried off and wrapped it around your waist as you padded barefoot by your dad. “Don’t track water into the house,” he told you as you passed, and you absently nodded, still intent on following Mr. Murphy inside.
You found him all alone in the kitchen, standing with his back to the door, leaning against the island, sipping at his beer. He had his phone in his hand, scrolling too quickly to really be looking at anything on his screen, and you purposefully opened the fridge louder than usual to get him to look at you. “What’re you doing in here?” you asked playfully when he looked at you, his paralyzing blue eyes scanning your body, from your soaked hair to the almost-too-small white bikini top you wore. “Don’t you know the party’s out there?”
Mr. Murphy shrugged. “Got hot outside,” he said. “And I know where your dad keeps the good beer.”
You nodded, not really believing him, and you pulled out a can of soda and shut the fridge door with your hip. “Well, wearing sweaters and shit probably doesn’t help with the heat,” you said, reaching out for the corner of his navy cardigan. “You should’ve brought your swim trunks, you could’ve gotten in the pool with me.”
“Ah,” Mr. Murphy scoffed. “Nobody wants to see me parading around in my bathing suit. I’m too old and out of shape for that.”
“As if,” you said. “You look fine, don’t stress too much.”
“Thanks, love,” Mr. Murphy said softly. “Sorry, I’ve just… Ever since the divorce, I haven’t really felt like myself.”
Ah, right. The divorce. Your parents and The Murphys had been friends since they were your age— you had seen the scrapbook pictures of college-aged versions of your dad and Cillian getting up to no good— and you had to admit that you were always a little closer to Aunt Yvonne (not to say you didn’t like Mr. Murphy, because you did, but you always liked Aunt Yvonne more). When you were at college and your dad offhandedly mentioned on the phone one night that Yvonne and Cillian were separating, you had frowned. “Is Yvonne okay?” you asked. “What happened?”
“I’ve only talked to Cillian about it,” your dad had told you. “And he hasn’t said much. People just grow apart, I guess.”
You screwed up your mouth at the mention of the mysterious divorce, and you popped the tab of your soda. “That’s okay,” you told him. “You just need to find someone new.”
“Really?” Mr. Murphy asked. “A rebound? Is that how you deal with breakups?”
“Well, yeah,” you shrugged. “Whenever I get sad about my ex or whatever, I just go find someone else to focus on for a little while.”
“First of all, that’s not healthy,” Mr. Murphy chuckled. “Second… I don’t know, I was married for 20 years. I have two kids. I can’t just go find a girl at a bar and hook up with her and expect to get over it.”
“I don’t know, man,” you mumbled. “Just trying to help, I guess.”
“I appreciate that,” Mr. Murphy said. “You’ve always been a sweet girl.”
Oh. Oh no. You felt a stirring in your lower belly when he said that, one that made heat flood your bikini bottoms, and you shifted your weight on your feet as you nervously sipped your soda. You had to admit that Mr. Murphy, with his high cheekbones and greying hair and brilliant eyes, was quite attractive, exactly your type, and you had considered fucking him before, but, because of Aunt Yvonne, you had pushed down that desire and pretended it didn’t exist. It was just a fantasy about your dad’s best friend; that wasn’t that uncommon, was it?
“So,” he started before you could think anymore. “How’s college?”
You shrugged. “Fine, I guess,” you said. “Classes are okay, but exams are hard as hell.”
“Oh, yeah?” Mr. Murphy said softly. “Any boys catch your eye?”
“Honestly, not really,” you said. “They’re all kind of… Eh, I guess. I don’t like any of them the way I—” You cut yourself off before you could finish your sentence, the way I like you, and you stammered, “I-I should.”
“What’s wrong with them?” Mr. Murphy asked. “I mean, I know college boys can be dumb, but what’s wrong?”
“They’re just not mature enough,” you said softly. You set down your drink and wrapped your arms around your middle, and you added, “I don’t want to worry that my boyfriend will do some stupid shit on a night out. And they just, umm, don’t do things the way I want them to.”
Mr. Murphy wrinkled his eyebrows in confusion, also setting down his drink, and he leaned his hip against the kitchen island. “What do you mean?” he asked.
“Well…” you started. “Boys my age don’t, like… Whenever I’ve hooked up with a guy, I’ve always asked him to do certain stuff, and he never does. At least not well.”
“Wait,” Mr. Murphy said. “Are you telling me that the boys you go out with don’t go down on you?”
Your skin prickled at the sound of those words coming out of his mouth, and you eyed him suspiciously before you cleared your throat. “Um, not really,” you said. “Like, they do it, but never well.”
“Oh, darling,” Mr. Murphy sighed. “You need to find a really good guy that’ll do that. And he’ll treat you like the princess that you are; don’t ever let a man do anything less.”
You huffed out a laugh. “Thanks, Mr. Murphy,” you said softly.
He smiled softly, tilting his chin down to look at you, and he said, “Now, how many times have I told you to call me Cillian?”
Your heart skipped in your chest, and you mumbled, “A-A few.”
“And yet, you don’t,” Cillian said. “Why not? You called my wife Yvonne, why not me by my name?”
“I don’t know,” you said. “I never felt like I was close enough to you to really… Deserve to call you that.”
Cillian took a step towards you, then hesitated, then reached out for you. You expected him to grab your hands or touch your shoulders, but his fingers tucked in the towel around your waist. He waited for a moment before he slowly unraveled it from your body, and his eyes hungrily took in the sight of your legs. “Wow,” he whispered. “I knew that you would be so beautiful…”
“Cillian?” you said gently, nervously looking over your shoulder to the outside door, where everybody else was still outside. “Wh-What if someone sees?”
“Sees what?” Cillian asked. He set your towel on the counter, taking a step closer to you. “We’re not doing anything.”
“Yeah, but…” you started. “But—”
“If you want me to do something, all you have to do is ask,” Cillian told you. “But ask nicely.”
You swallowed thickly. “I-I don’t even know what I want,” you told him. “I’ve thought about this, sure, but…”
“Do you want me to go down on you?” Cillian asked. “Just say the magic word, love.”
You blinked, fluttering your eyelashes at him, and you softly said, “Please?”
Cillian’s face softened, and he took your hips in his grasp, pulling you close to him. He gently moved you to the counter and helped you jump up on it, and he buried his face in your neck and took a deep breath as his fingers danced at the ties on your bikini bottom. “Sweet girl,” he whispered. “How long have you wanted this?”
“Umm…” you started, and your breath caught in your throat when he deftly undid your ties, pulling your wet bottoms from your skin. “A long time.”
“Yeah?” Cillian breathed, and he carefully moved down to kneel on the ground in front of you, his face level with your pussy. You felt almost shy as he looked at you, and you wiggled on the countertop as his dull fingernails pressed into the flesh of your thigh. “And how long has it been since you’ve had sex?”
“A few weeks,” you told him. “I haven’t since I moved back home.”
“Oh, you’re dying for it, aren’t you?” Cillian cooed softly. “Your little vibrator isn’t enough, right?”
“No,” you breathed. Cillian leaned forward and littered soft kisses on the inside of your thighs, coming close to where you wanted him but never landing exactly there. He was teasing you, the bastard. Your hand left the counter and curled in his salt and pepper hair, urging him closer to your pussy, and he smiled, looking up at you with those brilliant eyes. You felt shocked, like his gaze was electric, and Cillian sighed heavily, focusing back down between your legs.
“You’re so pretty, baby,” he whispered, his warm breath fanning across your core. “My sweet girl…” Then, before he could say more, he pressed forward, touching his lips to your pussy. You jolted in surprise, letting out a quick laugh to try to ease your nerves, and he chuckled lightly. “You alright?”
“Yeah,” you said softly. “Just… Nervous.”
“Why’re you nervous?” Cillian asked, smoothing his hands up your legs to rest on your back.
“If someone catches us—” you started, and Cillian furrowed his eyebrows, shaking his head.
“They won’t,” he told you.
“But if they do?” you countered.
“But they won’t,” Cillian said firmly. “Ease up, love, just enjoy this. Let me take care of you.”
“O-Okay,” you said softly. Your fingers rested against the back of his head as he continued to kiss all over you, and he finally put his mouth right where you wanted him to, almost like you had led him there. His tongue darted out to taste you, playing gently with your soft clit, and you closed your eyes blissfully, letting the wet warmth of his mouth overtake you. “Fuck, Cill…”
“That’s it,” Cillian whispered, and his lips captured your clit, sucking on it for a brief moment, just long enough for you to moan softly, and he broke away. His tongue ran a thick line up your wet cunt, tasting you from throbbing hole to quivering clit, and he went back to your hole, teasing you with the tip of his tongue.
You clenched your teeth to keep from being too loud, and you watched Cillian eat your pussy like he was starving for it, lapping up your wetness and sucking eagerly at every inch of flesh that he could get his mouth on. He held you tightly, yet tenderly, wanting all of you that you would give him, and the warmth of an orgasm began to build in your belly. God, that was quick, but you suppose that Cillian had years of experience. He knew what he was doing, far better than any kid from your sociology class could do. “Cill,” you whispered, and he looked at you through his eyelashes, shocking your system again. “Fuck!”
“What is it, baby?” he asked softly. His fingers itched to your pussy, lighting trailing up and down your slit, and you whined as you felt an intense and sudden need.
“Want you,” you mumbled.
“What do you want?” Cillian asked.
“Anything,” you panted, jolting your hips again at his light teasing. “Everything.”
“Unless you have a condom,” Cillian started with a laugh. “I’m not having proper sex with you. I’ll do this and finger you and everything else, but…”
“Why not?” you asked. “Are you worried that I…?”
“No, I’m not worried about that,” Cillian said. “I know you don’t have anything, it’s not that. I just… I don’t want there to even be a chance that you could… That we could…”
“I don’t understand,” you said, looking down at him through half-open lids.
“I don’t wanna knock you up,” Cillian said quickly, as if saying it quickly would lessen its impact. “And I’m not going to fuck you if I don’t have a condom, because, once I get inside you, I know I won’t be able to control myself from cumming inside you.”
“Oh,” you said softly. “It’s not a… An Irish Catholic thing?”
That made Cillian laugh. “You know, just because ‘Irish Catholic’ is a thing doesn’t mean that all Irish people are Catholics—”
“No, no, I know,” you said quickly. “Sorry, just checking.”
Cillian smiled softly, laughing gently at you, and his fingers gently touched your hole, waiting for you to do something in response. You sighed, flexing your hips down to urge his fingers inside you, and he did as you requested, pressing his middle finger past your flesh and inside you. You gasped at the feeling, loving him so deep, and you mumbled, “Cill…”
“I know, love,” Cillian said, placing a soft kiss to your clit. “Does it feel good?”
“So good,” you whimpered. Cillian began to slowly thrust his finger inside you, moving gently as he sucked lightly on your clit, and you gasped quickly. “Cill! Oh my God!”
“That’s it, lovely,” Cillian said. He pushed his second finger in, pausing to let you adjust to the feeling of it, and then he started up a relentless pace, fucking you quickly on his fingers as his mouth and tongue explored your pussy. “God, you’re so tight, s’good…”
The heat inside you was becoming too much, tingling even down in your toes as it grew in your belly, and you whimpered and let out a cracked moan as his fingers hooked up inside you, brushing that sensitive nerve. “Cill!” you yelped, your hand flying down to grab at his wrist, as if that would stop his quick fucking. “Oh my God, I’m gonna cum!”
“Mhm,” Cillian hummed, burying his face fully into you. “Let it out, baby.”
You whined high in your throat, everything becoming all too overwhelming, and your legs shook as the heat burst in your belly. Your head fell back as you moaned, maybe a little too loud, and Cillian fucked you through it, whispering out “Yes, love, you’re so good, you’re such a good girl for me.” You tugged on his hair as your orgasm crashed through you, trying to keep him right where he was but also pull him away all at the same time, and Cillian smiled into your pussy, letting his tongue linger a bit at your throbbing hole. “Now,” he started softly. “Was that better than what you’re used to?”
“Yeah,” you sighed. You looked down at him, still kneeling on the floor, and you brushed back his hair out of his eyes gently before he started to stand up. “Thanks.”
“Of course, love,” Cillian said. He grimaced a bit as he stood, mumbling out something about that damn knee, and he added, “When’re you going back to university?”
“Not for a few months,” you said. “It’s summer break.”
“That’s nice,” Cillian said. “Well, erm… I’d like to see you again.”
“Oh, yeah?” you chuckled. You slid off of the counter and retrieved your bottoms, and you did the ties back up as you tried to stand on your shaking and weak legs. Jesus, he really did a number on you. “When?”
Cillian took his drink back into his hand and sipped at it for a moment, thinking hard. “Well,” he began. “Whenever you’re free. I’m at your mercy, love.”
“Right,” you said, laughing softly. “I’ll let you know.”
At that moment, the door to the backyard creaked open, and your heart stopped as your dad came into the kitchen. “There you two are,” he said. “I thought you were still outside.”
“No, I cornered her to ask about school,” Cillian chuckled, and he looked at you. “Remember what I said: school first, parties later. Right?” He winked at you, and you huffed out a laugh.
“Yeah, sure,” you smiled. “Whatever you say, Cillian.”
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PLEASE nasty eddie munson !!! trying not to get caught !!! filth
writing this in a fugue state and idk what i'm really writing, i am being autopiloted by horny rn lol hope it's good cw smut MINORS DNI, degradation, slapping, squirting, creampie, everyone in this 18+ and if you aren’t you shouldn’t be reading this
his hand covers your mouth, and you can taste the sweat on his palm. who knows how long you’ve been in the small bathroom stall; you lost track of time. all you are sure of is that you’re about to cum again.
“eddie!” you whimper through his hand, and his belt jingles as he fucks up into you again. the position is awkward, your body canted forward slightly and eddie’s knees bent to get at your pussy, but it works for the purposes you need it to. eddie’s cock is spearing in and out of you at a relentless pace, his chain and belt jostling together loudly, almost loud enough that you’re worried you’ll get caught. his hand covers your mouth to keep you quiet, because he knows how loud you can get when he’s balls deep in you, and you’re grateful for his foresight, because, without it, you’d be screaming.
eddie shushes you, his hips pistoning and fucking you hard. you don’t often fuck at school, usually being able to at least wait until after school and fucking in the back of eddie’s van, but eddie was insatiable. you knew he would be the moment you pulled on that plaid skirt that morning; your boyfriend is predictable. “don’t wanna get caught, babydoll,” eddie whispers, biting at your ear. “gotta stay quiet.”
your hands scramble for purchase, for something to hold onto as your third orgasm nears, and you reach out and press your hands to the wall of the bathroom stall. your fingernails dig into it as eddie’s balls slap your ass loudly, and you moan behind his hand as his cock spears that spongy spot inside of you. you almost see stars with the pleasure that you feel, and your poor knees shake and nearly buckle with it. “eddie!” you gasp as his thrusts grow harder and slower, fucking you deeper and deeper. “i’m gonna cum!”
“oh, again?” eddie laughs, able to parse out your words from behind his hand. “silly little thing, you like when i fuck you like this?” his words are punctuated with hard slams of your hips down onto his. your pretty skirt is crumpled almost up to your tits and your panties are forgotten on the floor, and eddie’s hand drops from your mouth to reach down. your stomach flips, knowing what he’s set on doing, and you almost start to protest— “no, eddie, please, can’t take it!”— but you realize that it doesn’t matter. eddie’s gonna play with your clit, even if you beg him not to.
his fat fingers play with your little button, rubbing it and flicking it and pinching it, doing everything to make your legs shake and your lips squeal. he’s magic with his fingers, but he pauses to place a light slap on your cheek. “shut the fuck up,” he growls. “you wanna get caught? you want the hall monitor to come in here and find me fucking you?”
“no!” you cry, and you sniffle as your cheek flames. it doesn’t hurt, but knowing that he’s not above slapping you excited you. maybe he’ll do it again if you keep being loud. “eddie, please, gonna cum again!”
“do it,” he tells you. “cum on my cock, dolly, such a perfect little hole, can’t wait to feel you squeeze me again. fuck, i might cum too.”
you chant his name, unsure how much longer you’ll last if he keeps up the way he’s fucking into your sticky cunt and fingering your clit. his hand comes up to cover your mouth again and you squeak, your hands lifting from the wall of the stall to grab at his wrist. he’s huffing in your ear and mumbling little things about “yes, dolly” and “so good, baby” and you can’t help but whine and cry as your cunt throbs around his thick cock. before you know it, you feel that familiar heat snapping in your thighs and belly, and you cry “eddie, i’m—!”
your orgasm rips through you, making you shake and cry, and you don’t realize that you’re squirting until eddie points it out. “fuck, there she is!” he exclaims with a laugh, and he bites your neck as his chest heaves with laughter. “good fucking girl, getting me all messy. fuck, baby, i’m cumming inside you.”
“please,” you whimper. “please, need it, please give it to me, eddie.”
he gives you one extra thrust, and then he cums hard, hard enough for his breath to knock from his chest and for him to moan loudly in your ear. if nobody has found you yet, eddie’s moan definitely makes it obvious what’s happening. you feel it filling you up, spilling out of you, and you feel it coating your thighs as eddie stills inside you, panting and heaving.
“god, babydoll,” eddie whispers, dropping his hands to your waist and rubbing your hips with his thumbs. “you alright? you came really hard.”
“yeah” you whisper, and eddie shifts to slide out of you. he helps you tug your panties back up onto your legs, and he smooths your skirt down your thighs like a good boyfriend.
“good” eddie says. “how many times did you cum? 3?”
“right” you said, smoothing your fingers under your eyes and finding your mascara all smudged up from your overstimulated tears.
“that’s awesome” eddie grins, and he smacks your ass before he does up his belt. “same time tomorrow?”
“tomorrow?” you laugh. “i’ll need a week to recover from that.”
“hmm” eddie says. “that’s what you think. tomorrow, baby.”
“maybe tonight?” you asked, pressing your hands to his chest. “i can come over and we can watch a movie, and maybe… i can suck you off?”
eddie smiles widely, and he drags you into a messy kiss, all teeth and tongue as he grabs your ass. “you keep getting better and better” he says. “i’ll see you then.”
#bex’s drabbles#bex answers#grey 💍#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson smut#joseph quinn#joseph quinn x reader
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Popular, a cheerleader, first time senior and Chrissy’s best friend. But she has a secret that only her best friend knows. She’s had a crush on Eddie Munson since middle school. She’s afraid to tell him, thinking there’s no way he’d be into her. Until one day in the cafeteria, Jason Carver calls Eddie a freak. She confronts him, and punches him in the face, breaking or spraining her hand/wrist. Guess her little secret is out, and she may never be popular again.
ok i have a vivid image in my head and let's see if i can translate it hehe
You tapped the toe of your pristine white sneaker on the linoleum, waiting. Just waiting. Principal Higgins was still talking to Jason, trying to get his side of the story, and you knew that he would certainly listen to Jason over you. You had basically broken Jason's nose, the star of Hawkins High— you didn't feel as if many people would be on your side.
But then, someone appeared in the doorway. You scoffed; "Save it, Munson."
"Easy," Eddie said carefully. He looked a little disheveled, definitely your fault. After you had punched Jason, the lunchroom had basically exploded, and Eddie had hauled you away from Jason with strong arms around your waist. You could remember him saying something about "He's not worth it", but your adrenaline was still running then, and you could hardly remember the moment. "Just making sure you're okay."
You grimaced, looking down to where you were nursing your wrist against your chest. It throbbed like crazy and hurt like nothing else; it hurt worse than that time when your basket didn't catch you after a toss and you went careening towards the floor. You were sure that your wrist was sprained, maybe even worse, and you let fat tears slide down your nose. There goes your senior year cheer season.
"Aw, jeez," Eddie mumbled. "It hurts that bad? I'm sorry, I-I feel like a piece of shit—"
"It's not that," you whimpered, wiping up your tears. "I'm upset because I won't be able to cheer with my wrist like this. I can't throw any tricks, I can't even be on the bottom of the pyramid. I'll have to sit out the entire season!"
Eddie carefully sat down next to you, the leather of his own pristine white sneakers squeaking as he flexed his foot. "Even though you didn't need to," he started. "Thank you for defending me. It means a lot that someone would stand up for me, especially you."
"What does that mean?" you asked.
"Well," Eddie started. "If Jason is the king of Hawkins, and Chrissy is the queen, you're as good as the princess. And the princess of Hawkins standing up against the king to defend some stupid bard, that takes some guts."
You shrugged. "I've watched Jason and those guys tease you since we were freshman," you mumbled. "I just got sick and tired of it. Pick on somebody your own size, y'know?"
"That's noble," Eddie said. "But... I feel like you aren't being truthful with me."
"Huh?" you asked, wrinkling your nose. "How?"
"Well, you remember last year, how we had algebra together?" Eddie asked. "You were placed in the senior-level class, and I was there because I failed it the first time, and I sat behind you. Well, umm... You kinda helped me pass that class, but that's irrelevant, I guess... But I—"
"I knew it!" you exclaimed with a smile. "You cheated off of me!"
"Cheated is a strong word," Eddie said. "I looked at your paper to get an idea of what I was supposed to do. But whatever, doesn't matter, I was looking at your notes one day in class and I saw that you were doodling something, and it was me. And it was perfect, you didn't look back at me once and you had perfectly drawn me."
"So?" you asked. "You're kinda hard to forget."
Eddie looked at you pointedly through his eyelashes, and he sighed. "So, I guess it doesn't matter that I've written songs about you," he said, and your heart jumped in your chest. Had he? What sorta songs? "That I think about you all the time? That, when I was pulling you away from Jason, I almost kissed you?"
You didn't want to hide it anymore. You knew that Chrissy would think you were crazy for liking Eddie— she had told you so, back in freshman year. During a sleepover, she had gotten you to admit your crush on the then-junior Eddie, and she had laughed and said, "Him? He's so weird!" But it didn't matter to you anymore. You liked Eddie, and, after the scene in the lunchroom, you didn't care who knew.
"What kind of songs?" you asked, edging closer to Eddie on the wooden bench.
"Sappy shit," Eddie said. "Not like Motley Crue 'sex and girls' stuff, but good love songs. You ever heard Babe by Styx?" You shook your head, and Eddie tilted his head. "I have the cassette at home, I can bring it to you tomorrow."
"Can you sing it to me?" you asked.
"Now?" Eddie gasped. "Jesus, sweetheart, you're gonna kill me, there are people around!"
"I'm sure you're not that bad of a singer," you rolled your eyes.
Eddie looked around at the small room. There was nobody else there, just a waiting room for Principal Higgins's office, but people were bustling in the hallway outside the room. "I'm not great," Eddie mumbled, reaching over and twisting his fingers nervously in your skirt. "Maybe can I... Um, bring you to my place after school? I can show you the song, and-and play you some that I've written."
"I'd like that," you grinned, and, as the door to the office opened, you leaned over and kissed Eddie's cheek. He immediately went beet red, and his hand drifted up to lovingly touch where your lips had been as he watched you stand and enter the office. "See ya then, Eddie!"
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oh please for a blurb im obsessed with super innocent reader and pervy eddie? if you’re comfy with it of course. thank u <3
ooh yes i love this trope so much, thanks for sending it in! cw innocent!reader, dubcon, coercion, trading sexual favors (nudity) for drugs
"Luckily for you, princess, pretty faces work on me. How about $15?"
You shifted slightly on the old wooden bench, chewing your bottom lip. You had never bought weed from Eddie Munson before— you had never bought weed before, period, but your friends had convinced you to be the one to see the deal through that day. You didn't smoke when your friends did, you didn't drink when they did, you hardly partook in any of their nasty habits, but you loved your friends, and you would do anything for them, so you agreed to be the one to buy the weed for that Friday night.
"I dunno," you mumbled. "I, umm, don't wanna rip you off or anything..."
"$15 for this much is pretty cheap," Eddie started, swinging around the plastic sandwich baggie full of the little green buds. "Why have I never seen you before, though? Like, I see you around school, but here you are, suddenly buying my weed and robbing me blind while doing it."
"Oh," you started, and your fingers twirled in your pink skirt. "Umm, my-my friends wanted me to buy it today. S-Said, umm, that you'd like me and give me a good deal."
You didn't miss the way that the older boy's eyes swept your frame, from your precious white sweater to your pristine white sneakers and socks and cute little pink skirt that matched your backpack. You knew that maybe it was a little childish to like pink so much, and, sure, people made fun of you, but you never saw anything wrong with it. But Eddie wasn't looking at you like he wanted to bully you; he was looking at you oddly, in a way that nobody had ever looked at you. Your tummy did a flip, and you wriggled again uncomfortably.
"Well, princess, I sure do like you," Eddie said. "I've liked you for a while. But I can't just part with this much weed for $15, I could hardly do it for $25, and even pretty girls like you should know that much."
"They only gave me $15," you said, your voice wobbling, and Eddie pouted. "Please, Eds, I-I'll do whatever you want, just don't—" You sighed. "I don't wanna go back to them and tell them you wouldn't sell to me. That's so embarrassing."
"It is embarrassing, princess," Eddie agreed. "Your friends don't seem very nice... But I'm nice. How about this, you can do one thing for me, and I'll let you off with all of this for that 15, how does that sound?"
You nodded quickly. "Anything," you said. "I-I'll do your homework or something, I'll do anything."
"Come stand over here," Eddie said, beckoning you across the picnic table with a single finger. He pointed to where he wanted you to stand, right in front of him, almost between his knees, and you did it, settling yourself as close to him as you could. "Lift up your shirt."
"Huh?" you asked, your mind going blank.
"I know you've got a pretty rack under that sweater," Eddie told you. "Probably have on a little pink bra, huh?"
"What's a rack?" you asked softly, and Eddie's eyes went wide, almost like he couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"Do you really not know..." Eddie started. "Oh, you sweet thing. Sweet little princess... Your tits, baby. Show me your tits and I'll give you that weed."
"My tits...?" you repeated, looking down at your body. You knew what tits were, and you could figure out what Eddie meant by "rack", and your leg shook as you tugged at your sweater. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, sweetheart," Eddie said, reaching forward and pressing his hands to your waist. "I'm positive. Just a quick peek under your sweater, and I'll be happy."
You gulped, and you muttered, "Does that mean you're my boyfriend?"
"Excuse me?" Eddie asked sharply, and you felt silly for even asking.
"I mean, girls only show their tits to their boyfriends," you started. "And I'm going to show you my tits, so that means... Right?"
"Sure, baby, sure," Eddie said quickly. "Sure, I'll be your boyfriend or whatever. C'mon, lunch period's almost over, and I'll get in trouble if I'm late to O'Donnell's again. You don't want your boyfriend to get in trouble, do you?"
"No," you said, shaking your head. Finally, your hands grabbed at the bottom of your sweater, and you lifted it up to your chin, exposing your chest to Eddie. His eyes were wide as he took in the sight of you, your tits straining with each breath against your bra, and he leaned forward a little bit, almost like he wanted to press his face between them. He stopped himself before he got too close, though, and he sighed.
"Look at those," he said. "Jesus Christ, you've got some nice tits, baby. Thank you for showing me." He sat quiet for a moment, getting an eyeful of you, and he only snapped out of his trance when, distantly, the bell for the end of lunch period began to ring. "Here, take this and go, don't worry about the cash. I'll call you sometime."
Eddie hastily shoved the sandwich baggie of weed into your hand, and you dropped your shirt as your heart soared. "Oh, thank you, Eddie!" you exclaimed, and you threw your arms around his neck and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
"Hey, princess?" Eddie started as you shoved the baggie into your backpack, and you looked at him with perfect doe eyes. "Don't tell your friends how you got that weed. That's the sorta thing only boyfriends and girlfriends talk about, okay? They'll call you mean names if they knew what you did."
"Okay," you said quickly; you didn't want your friends to make more fun of you than they already did. "You said you'll call me?"
"Sure will, princess," Eddie said, flipping shut his lunchbox. "Expect it tonight."
#bex answers#anon ask#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#perv!eddie#perv!eddie munson#perv!eddie munson x reader#bex's drabbles#joseph quinn#joseph quinn x reader#tw innocent reader
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Hi!! this is my first ask so sorry if its bad! I was wondering if you could do either Robert Fischer or Raymond leon with somno??if your uncomfortable with that you don't have too, sorry😭
oooh yes i can *rubs little devious hands together* warnings for somonophilia/dubcon content, mentions of pregnancy, creampie, this is sorta dark you've been warned
When you looked at him, his face glowed. Golden sunlight glinted off of his high cheekbones, dewy with perspiration, his black hair falling into his crystalline eyes as he hovered over you. His lips were touching yours, but not kissing you, letting you take in every single one of his breaths as he hissed them in and sighed them out. Every time you had sex, Robert acted like it was the first damn time, and you raked your fingers back through his hair.
“Oh, shit,” he whispered as you gently tugged on the ends of his hair. His hips stuttered as he struggled to control himself, his arms wavering a bit, and you smiled at him. He couldn’t help but smile back, and he said, “M’not gonna last much longer.”
“That’s okay,” you told him. “I don’t care.”
Robert chuckled, and he readjusted his hands by your head before pushing inside you again, his cock throbbing against your velvet walls. “My good girl,” he whispered, capturing your bottom lip between his and kissing it softly. “God, fuck, what a good pussy. Gonna make me cum so quick. You want it, baby?”
“Yes!” you whimpered. Your legs went tight around his hips, and you tugged him closer to you, and Robert moaned again, broken from his chest like he couldn’t stop it. “Fuck, Rob, want it so bad.”
“Where do you want it?” Robert asked. “You want it inside? Want me to knock you up?”
You didn’t even hesitate before you said, “Please!”
Robert hummed as he fucked you hard, hearing you moan and cry as he pushed you to your limit. “Fuck,” he whispered, finally sealing his lips to yours in a messy kiss, and you felt warmth grow in your belly. You were going to cum quickly, and you grabbed your lover’s shoulders, digging in your fingernails to try to ground yourself. Despite that, though, you felt weightless, unable to keep yourself on earth, and Robert said, “C’mon, baby, just a little more… Wish I could see your eyes.”
Confusion struck you. “What?” you asked. “M-My eyes are open.”
“So fucking wet,” Robert continued as if he didn’t hear you, mumbling under his breath, but you could hear it. “Jesus, you’ve never felt like this before… Oughta do this more often.”
“Do what?” you asked. “Robbie? What’re you talking about?”
Robert shushed you gently, kissing your lips again, and he said, “Go back to sleep, sweetheart. I’m just taking care of you.” His words echoed off the walls, burying into your skin, and you whimpered as his grip tightened on your hips, pinning you down into the bed. Behind him, you could see the window, and you gritted your teeth when you realized that the sunshine that had been turning Robert into a golden god had disappeared. Instead, it was replaced with rain; heavy, windy, loud.
“I’m dreaming,” you realized gently. You looked at your lover, watching his face soften above you, and you asked, “Robert, am I dreaming?”
“Oh, baby,” Robert whispered. “You were.”
Suddenly, the world skewed. You felt a change in your chest as the rain outside scattered sideways, and the glass of water on your side table slid onto the floor. In fact, everything was turning to one side, as if the gravity in the room had suddenly changed, and you clutched Robert. “Baby,” you mumbled into his neck. Nothing deterred him, and he kept fucking into you, faster and harder than before, chasing his finish. “Baby!”
And then, a snap, and your eyes flew open. The bedroom was dark, the city outside asleep with the late time, but your focus was on Robert. He was panting above you, still wearing his day clothes— his braces were pulled from his shoulders and his pants were shoved down his thighs, like he had been in an awful hurry to get inside you. His cock was in his hand, gripping it tightly but not moving, and his chest heaved as his eyes slipped open. “Fuck,” he whispered, and he licked his lips. “Hi, sweetheart.”
“Wh-What…?” you mumbled, confused and disoriented. A dream. You had been dreaming of Robert fucking you but, by all accounts, the wetness between your legs and Robert’s unkempt appearance, he actually had been. You looked down at yourself and found yourself leaking his cum, a little smeared over your clit, and your legs instinctually closed. “Were you…? But I was asleep.”
“Yeah,” Robert said, loosening his tie as he tucked himself back into his pants. “You said you’d wait up for me, but I got home and you were asleep. And a man has needs, sweetheart.”
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telling robert fischer you’re pregnant idec don’t look at me you KNOW how i feel about babies
yes yes, you are a FIEND for the babies, i'm aware of this... lucky for you, i am too 😈 also i tweaked this a little tiny bit to be more like what i texted you about sooooooo
Ever since Robert split the company, he had been happier. Of course, he really only split it because of you... And him.
"Mikey, just one more spoonful of carrots, then you can have a cookie," you heard your husband say from the dining room, and you nervously looked down at the bathroom counter. The plastic test had been saying the same thing for the past ten minutes, and, every time you looked back at it, your heart thumped with adrenaline. But no, it couldn't be. Michael was hardly 11 months old, and he took up most of your time; you and Robert had only had sex twice (three times, if him kneeling between your legs while Michael was napping counted) in the past six months. While it certainly wasn't impossible, it just seemed so soon.
When you finally left the bathroom, you found your boys sitting at the table, Robert spooning mashed carrots into his son's mouth, his own dinner cold and forgotten. When you had first gotten pregnant with Michael, you were worried about how much time Robert spent at the office and if he would be able to be there for his son. To your surprise, though, Robert had come through for you. He had used his father's alternate will that split up the company in order to take time for you and his son, and, even though the inheritance was smaller than Robert would have wanted, it meant he got to be with you and Michael. And there for you he was; he worked from home every day except for Fridays, he went with you to every doctor's appointment— even when you went into labor on a Friday morning, he skipped out of his meetings for the rest of the day to be with you. Robert was the best father you could have asked for, always prioritizing Michael before himself, and it made you pleased to know that fatherhood had completely changed him. You loved the Robert that you used to know, but Robert as a dad just made sense.
"Rob?" you said quickly. "I need to talk to you."
He looked at you with worry in his eyes, and Michael glanced at you. He was the spitting image of his father, dark downy hair and clear blue eyes, and he smiled his toothy little smile at you and squealed, slamming his hands down onto his high-chair tray. He started to babble, looking at Robert as he said "Da-da-da!", and Robert nodded slowly.
"Is something wrong?" he asked, and you hugged yourself as you shook your head.
"Just..." you started softly.
"Just what, sweetheart?" Robert asked, sounding a little urgent.
You sat down next to him at the table and wiped up Michael’s chin, covered in carrots, and you sighed. “I think I’m pregnant,” you said, and you watched Robert’s face turn from one of worry to one of surprise.
"Oh!" he said. "Well, that's good! I was worried it was gonna be something bad."
"I want to go to a doctor and get a test done," you told him, and you watched him pull Michael from his high chair, settling him easily on his hip.
"Alright," Robert agreed easily.
"Robbie," you said quickly. "Do you not hear me?"
"I hear you, sweetheart," Robert told you.
"Well?" you asked. "We can't have a toddler and a baby running around! It'll be too hectic! And Mikey is still a lot of work, we'll be stretched so thin with him and a newborn."
"I think we'll be fine," Robert said. He held tightly onto Michael as he reached down into the pantry for his son's favorite cookies, the shortbread kind with a thin chocolate on the bottom, and he turned back to you for a moment. "I'll just take less hours at the office."
"You already don't have that many hours," you said softly. "I just... I'm just worried, y'know? I don't know if I can do that."
Michael grabbed at the cookie in Robert's hand, and Robert gave his son a playful scowl. "We ask before we take things, Mikey," he said. "Here, ask nicely."
Michael reached out his chubby little fist again, but this time he babbled away a quick "Dada!". Robert smiled and broke the cookie into a smaller piece, more manageable for Michael, and your son pushed it between his lips, gnawing on it with his growing teeth. Robert came back to the table, handing Michael off to you, and you held your son firmly, sighing.
"I think you can do that," Robert said finally. "You're a strong woman, and such a good mother. I mean, you already take care of me and Mikey so well. I think you're capable of more than you think you are."
"But..." you started, bouncing Michael lightly. You shook your head lightly, and Robert leaned forward, resting a gentle hand on your knee.
"You're not alone," Robert told you. "You've got me here for you, no matter what. Alright? We're gonna do this together."
You pressed your lips together and sighed through your nose, and you watched your son eat his cookie for a minute. His big blue eyes caught your gaze, and he extended his hand to you, giving you the sloppy, gnawed-on remnants of his cookie, and you couldn't help but smile. "Thank you," you whispered to him, taking it into your hand, and you looked back up at Robert. "If you say so, Robbie. We have to think of more names."
"I hope it's a girl," Robert said, reaching out to pinch Michael's belly. "You want a sister, Mikey? A little sister?" Michael giggled and squirmed in your arms, obviously wanting down so he could play, and your smile grew.
"I want another boy," you said. "Just have a bunch of little rascals running around."
"Who says a girl can't be a rascal?" Robert asked. "She can be whatever she wants to be."
"That's true," you chuckled. "Can you try to get me a doctor's appointment for later this week?"
"Sure," Robert said. "Did you take a drugstore test?"
"Yeah," you told him. "Just a few minutes ago."
"Why?" Robert asked. "What made you think to do that?"
"Well, I'm late, for one thing," you started. "And I'm getting that same sick feeling whenever I eat that I did back when I was in my first trimester."
"Okay," Robert said softly. "Well, we'll go later and see what the verdict is. But, I'll let you know, if it is a girl, I'll start crying."
"Oh, whatever," you giggled, and you leaned over Michael to kiss Robert softly. "My big crybaby."
#bex answers#soph 🧸#robert fischer x reader#dad!robert fischer x mom!reader#cillian murphy#cillian murphy x reader
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i just say this prompt from someone, would you be up for it?
"Eddie gets overwhelmed sometimes when he remembers he’s got you all to himself so he cries a little during sex lol but he buries his head in your neck to hide it (even though you don’t mind)"
"You're mine, aren't you?" Eddie mumbled in your ear, and you whined and whimpered as he fucked you. Eddie always got like this right before he was about to cum— possessive and jealous, reminding you that you were his girl and nobody else's— and the flexing of his cock inside you told you that it was just another one of those moments.
"All yours, Eddie," you mewled, rocking your hips up to meet his.
He groaned in your ear, drawing in a hissing breath, and he mumbled, "Fuck, yeah, you're mine... My sweet girl, you're my girl... You're all mine."
You almost didn't notice the little hitch in his breathing, but you noticed it when you feel dampness against your neck. His breathing was heavy, heavier than before, and it took you a moment to place what he was doing: "Eddie, baby? Are you crying?"
"I'm sorry" Eddie sniffled.
"Jesus, are you okay?" you asked, and Eddie kissed at your neck for a moment before he sniffled again.
"I'm fine," Eddie told you. "I'm just... You're mine. Fuck, you're mine. I love you, baby."
Your hands lightly touched his face and tugged his face out of your neck, and his big wet eyes were gentle and full of love and tears as he looked at you. His cheeks were flushed as well, his neck a little red, and you gave him a watery smile. "You're crying because you love me?" you asked.
"Because I've got you all to myself," Eddie told you. "You're mine, and I get to love you. It's a dream come true."
"You're sappy," you giggled, and Eddie sniffled and laughed.
"I just love you."
#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson#eddie munson smut#eddie munson x reader smut#bex answers#squidscottjeans#bex's drabbles
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all i can think about is asking dom if he lives up to his name…
oh.... oh i'm thinking.... oh i'm having thoughts
maybe you've been seeing each other for a while, a handful of dates, and you've gotten Close once or twice, making out and touching each other over your clothes, but something's always gotten in the way of going all the way, his flatmate comes home early or your mom unexpectedly calls you, but the little glimpses of him make you think maybe?? perhaps?? when you're making out, he grabs your hips firmly, sinking his nails in until you whimper and he lets up, or one time he grabbed your wrists and looped your arms around his neck, just like Very Telling details, but in everyday life he's such a sweet babe, it's hard to tell exactly what's going on
so one night he took you to a nice dinner, got dressed very nicely and took pictures of you and called you "stunning", held your hand and was basically doe eyes at you all night, and he drops you off at your apartment, and you do the dance of "do you wanna come up? we can watch an episode of that show we talked about at dinner..." and he does the "i shouldn't, i have an early day tomorrow.... but i will" and you laugh "poor impulse control there, dom" and he just easily says "yeah, maybe, but i can control everything else pretty easily" and a cold shock runs down your spine bc did he just say that?? bro chill!!
but he gets up to your apartment and, whatever, eventually it escalates to him pulling off your pretty dress and he's just big eyes mesmerized at the sight of you, sorta breathes "god you're so pretty" and goes to your neck and starts to mark you, but you hiss "dom, please, i have a lecture tomorrow" and he does that chuckle, you know The One Guys Do, low in his throat and a little rough, "whatever you say... but soon you'll be begging for it"
like DAMN!! you go for his belt and laugh a little "are you always like this?"
"like what?"
"you know..."
and he suddenly takes your chin in his fingers and makes you look at him in his eyes "do i know?" and narrows his eyes playfully "use your words, baby, you can do it"
"are you always so... dominant?"
he smiles and kisses your bottom lip, then helps you undress him "well, i gotta live up to my name, right?"
JESUS i'm down bad
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eddie making you drink all kinds of water and pressing on your tummy as he fucks you 😵💫
grumble grumble i'm mad at you
warnings for piss kink, impact play, humiliation kink, slight dubcon, daddy kink , dacryphilia
"I-I can't hold it!"
"You better hold it, sweetheart," Eddie told you, one hand grabbing your ass hard as the other presses down on your tummy. All day, he had been making you drink water, and now that he was fucking you, it was becoming harder and harder to hold it in. You had done your whimpering and crying and begging, and now he was playing a game with you, telling you to hold it while actively trying to make you go. "You don't wanna see Daddy angry, do you?"
"Eddie!" your protests were becoming panicked now, feeling the tingling in your lower belly that only meant one thing. "Please, Eddie, I'm gonna— Please, let me up!"
He was fucking you hard now, his balls slapping your sticky cunt with each thrust. You could almost feel his cock in your throat with how deep he was inside you, and those ringed fingers only pressed harder down on your belly.
"I'm almost done, princess," Eddie grumbled through gritted teeth, huffing with exertion as he fucked you. His hand on your waist fell below your belly, and his skilled fingers started to play with your clit. True, you were getting pleasure from him fucking you— his cock drove into that special nerve inside you with almost every thrust, and your legs were already shaking with how close you were to cumming— and your back arched as a wrecked moan left your mouth.
"You fuckin' better hold it in," Eddie told you. "If you piss on my cock, I'll belt your pretty ass."
"Eddie," you hiccuped, and a flash of heat rocked through your whole body fizzling in your toes and brain. Eddie's fingers roughly circled your clit now, turning your pretty brain to mush, and you grabbed him by the hair and tugged as you sobbed. "Eddie, I'm gonna—"
"You gonna cum?" Eddie asked with a condescending chuckle. "Or do you gotta go?"
"Both!" you cried.
"C'mon, baby," he said, gnashing his teeth as his thrusts became slower but harder. It almost felt like a punishment, the way he was fucking you. "You can do it, fucking let go, c'mon, princess."
Tears pricked at your eyes as you felt that tingle again, and your mouth fell open in a silent cry as you let go, gushing all over his cock. Your tears fell as you felt the relief spread through your body, like being dunked in a warm bath, and you felt Eddie's tongue press against your cheek and lick up your tears. "Oh, baby, the tears," Eddie pouted with a snicker. "You're gonna make me cum so fuckin' hard."
Suddenly, Eddie pulled out of you, and he grabbed your chin in your hand, cutting off your whine from the sudden emptiness in your pussy. "But I said that if you pissed on me, you'd get belted," he told you, his dark eyes narrow and serious. "Turn over, dumb little thing, show me your ass."
Your legs shook as you turned yourself onto your belly, and he hooked a hand on your hip and tugged your ass up into the air. "You'll only get five," Eddie told you, grabbing his discarded jeans and slipping the belt from its place in the loops. "'Cause you looked so cute when you did it."
The first crack of his belt on your ass made your fingers curl in the bedsheets. The white-hot sting was terrible, but your pussy clenched hard around nothing. "Look at that," Eddie laughed. "You're getting off on this, huh? Little whore." He emphasized it with the second hit of his belt, along with a quick third, and you finally whimpered.
"Fuck, Daddy," you mewled, arching back into his grip, and his hand came to lightly touch your thrumming and hot skin. His cool rings made you jump, and you moaned at the relief it brought your raw skin.
"Two more, angel," Eddie told you, rubbing your ass soothingly. "Then I've got a surprise for you."
"Yeah?" you managed weakly.
The fourth came without warning, and you cried in pain. One more felt excruciating, but a warmth flooded your chest at Eddie's words: "You can lick up your piss from my balls."
The fifth strike came, the sound of the faux-leather hitting your skin music to Eddie's ears, and you quickly got up on quivering legs and instantly knelt on the ground in front of him. Your cool heels touched your ass as you sat back and eagerly watched Eddie jerk himself off, and your hands went to his hairy thighs as you sank your mouth around one of his thick and heavy balls.
His cock jumped and throbbed at the feel of your lips, and Eddie's free hand shot out to grab you by your hair. "Good fuckin' girl," he moaned low in his chest as you suckled at his ball, savoring the taste of his skin. "Such a slut for me, aren't you?"
#nobody look at me#bex answers#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson#tw piss#piss kink#i'm so ashamed of this#grey 💍#bex’s drabbles
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Okokokok but I need to know how perv!Eddie gets princess off for the first time? Cause she’s so inexperienced I wanna know how she’d react to it? We know with perveddie and innocent that she “wants to wait till she’s married” for sex but what does princess think about it? I feel like she genuinely would let Eddie do whatever he wanted, and he’d get off on making her feel good, especially because he’d be her first everything. (He’d probably cream his jeans tbh)
oooh the pandora's box you just opened cw dubcon, coercion, drug use, fingering, overstimulation, gets surprsingly soft at the end, don't say i didn't warn you about the cliffhanger
"How's my princess?" Eddie asked as his arm went around your shoulder, tugging you into him. You giggled and pressed your cheek to his chest, and you hummed softly.
"Good," you said, throwing your arms around his firm middle. "Better now that you're here."
"Glad to hear it," Eddie hummed, and he planted a kiss to the top of your head before he pushed your hair behind your ear. "You wanna come over after school? I think I need some alone time with my princess."
"Today?" you asked, and Eddie nodded. "I dunno 'bout today, Daddy, I have a lot of homework..."
"I'll help you do it," Eddie said. "C'mon, princess, I've been dying for some one-on-one time with you. Just you and me, a nice movie, maybe a little bit of kissing and some more, if you want... " When you didn't answer immediately, Eddie tapped your temple with a ring-clad finger and added, "What's going on inside your pretty head?"
"Some more?" you echoed curiously, letting him in on your thoughts. "What's some more?"
Eddie grinned. "That's right, you have no idea. Well, some more, like, umm... I put my fingers inside you to make you feel good."
"You can do that?" you asked, and Eddie nodded. The hallway was bustling and you were sure that nobody was listening to you and Eddie, but you still felt a little shy about talking about this kind of stuff in front of other people. "Oh. Umm, okay. I'd like that."
"Or I could kiss you on your pussy," Eddie offered, and you froze, definitely sure that someone had heard him. "You'd like that a lot too, I think."
"That seems gross," you said softly. "Do you really wanna do... That?"
"More than you know," Eddie said. His eyes swept your frame, his bottom lip tucking between his teeth, and he asked, "Would you let me?"
"I'd let you do anything," you told him. "I trust you."
"I'm glad you do," Eddie said with a smile, and he leaned down and gently kissed you. It wasn't like the kisses he gave you at Stevie's house; as much as you liked them, you liked the gentle, small kisses that he gave you more. "So is that a yes? You'll come to my place after school?"
"Mhm," you agreed. "I'll do it."
"Perfect," Eddie said. "The trailer's a little messy, but it'll be okay."
After school ended, you met Eddie at his van in the parking lot. He was already there, working on a cigarette, butts littered around him, as he leaned against the side of it, and he smiled when he saw you. "Hi, princess," he greeted you, and he held his cigarette between his fingers and he leaned down and gave you one of those special kisses, one of the ones where his tongue went into your mouth and he held you right up on his body. "How're you doing?"
"Fine," you mumbled, frowning. "I don't like when you smoke, Daddy."
"Why not?" Eddie asked.
"It smells bad," you told him, scrunching your nose up. "And you taste bad too."
"Sorry, baby," Eddie said softly, and he dropped his cigarette and crushed it under the toe of his sneaker. "I'll try to remember that you don't like that. Are you okay with me smoking weed?"
"That smells bad too," you said softly. "But I don't know what it tastes like."
"I can show you," Eddie said. "We can smoke a little tonight and let you see if you like it."
"Yeah?" you asked, and Eddie held your hand as you climbed up into the van's passenger seat. He walked around to the other side and got in, and he nodded as he did up his seatbelt.
"Yeah," Eddie said. "How were your classes? Did Nancy and Robin bother you?"
"No," you said, because they hadn't. You had noticed Nancy looking at you a few times during class but nothing that would've warranted you telling Eddie about it. "Nancy was fine."
"And Robin?" Eddie added pointedly.
"I don't have any classes with her," you told him as he peeled out of the parking lot. "Have you talked to Steve today?"
"Not yet," Eddie said. "We can call him when we get home? He'd love to hear from you."
"No, that's okay," you said. "I was just wondering."
"'Cause he really enjoyed spending time with you," Eddie told you. "He'd love to hang out again soon."
"Can I tell you something?" you said suddenly, and Eddie eyed you for a second before he nodded slowly.
"You can tell me anything, sweet pea," Eddie said. "What's up?"
"I didn't really..." you started, chewing on your lip. "Um, I didn't like how Steve wanted to see my tits."
"Really?" Eddie asked, his eyes turning wide.
"Yeah," you said. "Like, I'm your girlfriend, not his. He should only be seeing his girlfriend's tits, and... Y'know?"
"I get it, baby," Eddie said, but you didn't miss the hint of disappointment in his voice. He hit his indicator and it blinked for a second in the silence, and Eddie finally added, "Well, thank you for telling me. I'll be sure to tell Steve to ease off."
"I liked the rest of the night, though," you said. "Watching movies and cuddling with you and talking to Stevie; that was fun."
"We can cuddle and watch movies all night," Eddie told you. "That's not a problem with me, baby."
"Good," you said. "Do you have popcorn?"
"Sure do," Eddie said. "And you can change clothes too, if you'd like to get out of that skirt."
"I-I didn't bring extra clothes," you muttered, and Eddie smiled.
"I have clothes," he said simply. "I'd love to see you in one of my shirts, baby, it would be really hot."
When you got to his house, a small and humble trailer near the back of the trailer park, he showed you his closet and let you pick out one of his shirts to wear. There weren't many to choose from, all lumped in his dresser, unfolded and a little wrinkled, and you chose one that had some sort of logo on it. "What's Black Sabbath?" you asked as you tugged your shirt over your head, and your hands went to the clasp of your bra.
"It's a band," Eddie told you as your bra hit the floor, and his eyes locked on your bare tits for a second before he cleared his throat and looked away. "It's some of that heavy metal stuff that you don't like."
"Oh," you said, and you slipped Eddie's shirt over your bare chest. You started to take down your skirt as well, but Eddie coughed.
"You don't have to if you don't want to," Eddie said, keeping his eyes off of you. You thought that was weird; usually Eddie liked to look at you a lot. Why was he suddenly not? "Are you okay just being in your panties?"
"Yeah," you said quickly. "That's fine, Daddy."
"You're so sweet," Eddie cooed, and he stretched out his arms for you. "I can't stand it. Come here, give Daddy some sugar."
You bounced over to him and threw your arms around his neck, and you peppered kisses all over his face. Eddie smiled under your lips, his hands squeezing your hips, and he hummed softly. He was so pleased to have your kisses, and you landed one final big kiss on his lips. "What movie do you wanna watch?" you asked.
"I thought I'd let you choose," Eddie said. "We don't have a lot of options here, but I can run to Family Video if there's something specific you want."
"Umm..." you started. You were still thinking about the things that Eddie had promised he would do to you, the things with his fingers and kissing your pussy, and, as gross as that sounded, it made your tingles flare up in your lower belly. "Maybe we could just watch whatever's on TV? I, umm... Wanna try that stuff you talked about."
"What stuff?" Eddie asked. "Weed?"
"Well, no—" you started, but Eddie was already digging into his pocket, extracting a tin of mints. In an instant, he pulled out something that looked like a cigarette but was done too unprofessionally to be one, and slotted it between his lips, and he looked at you with those big doe eyes of his.
"No?" he said, eyebrows furrowed. "What other stuff did I talk about trying?"
"Umm, we can do this," you said, scratching nervously at the back of your head. "I was just talking about the thing with your fingers and everything."
"Oh," Eddie said, extracting a lighter from his pocket. "We can do both."
In no time at all, Eddie had you in his bed, his arm around you as he held the joint to your lips. He had moved the TV into his bedroom and it sat on its little rolling table at the end of the bed, flashing lights across you two, and Eddie instructed, "Wrap your lips around it and suck on it a little. If you need to cough, go ahead and do it, it's not good to hold that shit back."
You nodded, and you did as he told you, pulling at the joint. The spark in your throat light instantly and you sputtered a little, and Eddie rubbed your back as you coughed hard into your elbow. "Good, just like that," he whispered, pressing his nose into your neck. "Good girl. You want another go?"
You shook your head, still trying to clear the fuzzy feeling from your throat, and you mumbled, "You can have it."
"Alright," Eddie said. "Let me know if you want another hit, alright? M'here to share." He brought the joint up to his lips and slotted it in the corner of his mouth, and he blew out a mouthful of thick smoke as his hand skated up your bare thigh. While you were in your panties and his shirt, Eddie was still fully clothed, jeans and t-shirt, the only things missing being his shoes and jacket. He didn't seem upset with it; instead, his fingers played with the hem of your panties, like he wanted to pull them off. "You were talkin' about some of those other things you wanted to try?"
"Yeah," you started meekly, and Eddie rolled onto his back for a moment to deposit the joint in an ash tray beside his bed.
"Yeah?" Eddie said softly, coming back to you and letting his hand trace up your thigh again. "Like what? What sounded nice to you?"
"Your, um," you began, looking down at his strong hand. "Fingers."
"Uh-huh," Eddie said slowly. "What about them?"
His index finger traced the line of your panties on your ass, hooking in them and carefully starting to tug them down your legs. He didn't wait for an answer because he knew what you were going to say, and you helped him shimmy off your panties. Eddie didn't wait at all to press his hand to you, his palm moulding to your pussy, and you squeaked and shivered at the feeling. "Daddy!" you exclaimed. His palm was so warm against you, almost even hot, and you squeezed his hand between your thighs.
"Shh, baby, I'm right here," Eddie said. "Do you like it? You like it when I touch you here?"
"Yeah," you whispered, and Eddie smiled.
"I can tell," he said. "Your pussy's all wet. You feel that, baby?" He pressed his finger between your pussy lips and swiped up some of your wetness, and he brought it up to your face for you to see. "That's what those tingles are, princess, it's your body telling you that you're turned on and need me."
"Need you,” you whispered, knowing what he meant. You needed Daddy to fix the tingles; nobody else, not even Stevie, could do it for you.
"I can make it all better," Eddie said, and he lowered his hand back down to your pussy. "I can make the tingles go away."
"Oh, Daddy, but I like the tingles," you whined, and Eddie nodded. "I don't want them to go away."
"I can give you something better than the tingles," Eddie told you, his lips lingering on your neck. “I can make you cum.”
“Cum,” you repeated, and Eddie kissed your neck as his hand pressed to your pussy again. Nobody had ever touched you there before, and the feeling of his hand was so foreign and odd, but you liked it. "S'that what it's called?"
"When the tingles get to be too much, you cum," Eddie said. Slowly, his fingers spread the lips of your pussy open, and his middle finger pressed past your flesh and inside you without much fanfare. You whimpered at the feeling of it and you started to close your legs again, but Eddie's free hand grabbed your thigh and wrenched your legs open, his eyes shooting down to look at you. "Not closing your legs, nope, you're keeping them open for me."
"Daddy," you gasped as his finger plunged deeper inside you, and Eddie smiled as he watched his hand press flush against your skin. The tingles were raging now, like something you'd never felt before, all under your skin and hot, and you felt like you were going to burn right up, but Eddie's mouth on your neck helped dampen the warmth. "Daddy!"
"Doesn't that feel good?" Eddie asked. "God, your pussy, baby, you feel so nice around my finger, so warm and wet... You'd feel amazing around my cock."
"Would I?" you asked sheepishly, and Eddie kissed your neck hard, sucking your skin between his teeth.
"Yes, baby, fuck," Eddie said softly. Slowly, his finger started to move inside you, pumping in and out of you, and your breath caught in your throat at the fireworks that burst under your skin at the feeling of it. You wiggled a bit, and then a weird noise passed through your lips, a soft moan. You had never moaned before, and Eddie could tell, because he laughed and moaned softly with you. "Aw, it feels so good, you're moaning? My princess, fuck, I can't wait to ruin you."
You squeezed your eyes shut and gasped as Eddie crooked his finger a little inside you, and those fireworks came back, ravaging your thighs and belly and making your quiver in his grip. "Right there, baby?" Eddie asked, and you nodded, knowing what he meant. Right there felt good. Right there was where you needed him. "Baby, look at me," Eddie said, and his free hand lifted from your thighs up to your face, turning your head to face him.
"Is something wrong?" you asked, and Eddie plunged his finger back into that spot inside you. Your moan surprised you, and you struggled to keep your eyes open and on your boyfriend.
"No, princess, everything's just right," Eddie said. "I just wanted to look at you."
"Oh," you said softly, and you moved your head to capture Eddie's mouth in a kiss. This time, you pushed your tongue into his mouth, tasting him for a change, and Eddie laughed before breaking the kiss.
"God, you're so hot," Eddie said, and his second finger pressed alongside his first finger, threatening to slip inside you at any second. "This is gonna hurt, baby, okay? It's okay if you get upset, I promise."
"Hurt?" you whimpered. "Daddy—" Before you could even think to protest further, his finger pushed inside you, and you gasped loudly. He was right, the stretch of his thick fingers inside you was too much, and you felt tears prick at your eyes. As much as it hurt, though, it felt so good, those tingles and fireworks working overtime to make you moan. "Daddy, f-fuck!"
"Aw, baby, did I make you curse?" Eddie chuckled. "My sweet thing, cursing because Daddy's making you feel good." His fingers wasted no time fucking in and out of you, moving faster than before to make you feel good, and Eddie sealed his lips to yours, kissing you greedily. Eddie dragged you close to him until your back was pressed against his front, his arm around you to sink his fingers inside you, and he kissed your neck as his fingers speared in and out of you.
All you could manage was a weak "Daddy". Eddie's fingers were so deep inside you that you saw stars every time he moved them, and an odd, tight feeling began to permeate your stomach. It felt good, too good, and you shivered in his arms at the feeling. "Daddy, stop! M'gonna pee!"
"No you aren't," Eddie told you firmly. "You're about to cum. Remember how I said that's what it's called? Just keep letting me do this, princess. I knew you'd cum quick, my sweet virgin..." Eddie kissed your neck again, then turned your head to kiss your mouth, his tongue pushing in.
You moaned as the feeling grew in your stomach, and you squeaked when Eddie shoved your shirt up your body to free your tits. He squeezed one of your tits and groaned deep in the back of his throat, and he whispered, "Good girl. Let Daddy take care of you, I've got you. Cum, baby, cum."
Finally, the tingles and fireworks and everything became too powerful, and your hips bucked up into Eddie's hand as you writhed in his arms, and, finally, the feeling exploded. Your vision went white for a second as fire engulfed your whole body, and you couldn't control the way your hips stuttered and you cried as Eddie kept his fingers inside you. You couldn't imagine that anything could ever feel that good, and you sniffled back tears as Eddie held you close, littering kisses all over your face.
"Oh, my princess," Eddie whispered. "Shaking and crying, good girl. You like it that much? You like when Daddy makes you cum?"
Eddie finally pulled his fingers from your throbbing pussy, and you rolled onto your side to look at him. He looked at his fingers in the light of the television, admiring them for a moment, and he finally moved his fingers to his mouth, sucking your cum off of them and moaning softly. "I knew you'd taste delicious," he whispered, and he finally noticed you looking at him with a smile. "Hi there, pretty girl."
"Hi," you whispered. "You're handsome."
"Thank you, baby," Eddie said, and you could have sworn that you saw him blushing in the dim lights. "How'd you like that?"
"It was good," you said. "I liked it a lot. Can we do it again?"
Eddie reached over for his abandoned joint, and he light it back up as he cuddled you close to him. "Not right now," he said. "You need a few minutes to feel better and stop shaking."
"Can I do that to you?" you asked.
Eddie rubbed your arm nicely as he smoked, considering something, and he said, "Wanna know a secret, baby? I already came."
You gasped. "Huh?" you asked. "How? I didn't touch your... Y'know. I didn't touch it at all."
"First of all," Eddie began. "Say it, baby: dick. You didn't touch my dick."
You gulped, pressing your head under Eddie's chin. "Dick," you said softly. "I didn't touch your dick, Daddy, how did you cum?"
"Your body was pressed up against me," Eddie said. "And you were moving so much and making such pretty noises, I couldn't help myself."
"Did it feel good like it did for me?" you asked, and Eddie nodded, blowing out a mouthful of smoke.
"Best orgasm I've ever had," he said softly, pulling at his joint again.
You turned a bit in his arms and took a deep breath, and you traced your finger along his chest. "Daddy?" you started and swallowed thickly, and, when Eddie looked down at you, you suddenly felt stupid for even thinking it.
"Yes, princess?" Eddie asked, awaiting your words.
The words were right there, on the tip of your tongue, ready to burst out of your lips and tell Eddie, and, even though you wondered if it would scare him away, you couldn't help but finally tell him. You nuzzled your cheek into his chest and kissed right over his heart, noticing how his heart was racing just like yours, and you finally said, "I love you, Eddie."
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look ik that it's perv!eddie and he's a little shit but also i'm in a mushy mood and i need to know the moment that eddie realizes he's actually in love with his princess 🥺
rose omg this is so angsty, i planned for this to go one way and then it... evolved... but i promise it's not the last part!! there are a bunch more left!! cw angst, fighting, admissions of guilt, eddie lays everything on the line for princess, breakups
“Wait,” Eddie said firmly. He sat up, moving you from off of him, and your heart instantly plummeted into your stomach. Had you said the wrong thing? Were the movies right, and you had said it too soon and scared him? “Wait, wait, princess, what did you just say?”
“I-I said I love you,” you mumbled. “‘Cause I do! I love you a lot, Eddie—“
“You don’t love me,” Eddie said quickly. “It’s hardly been a month, a-and you’re just confused. You think you love me because you’re swimming in a soup of emotions right now, I mean, fuck, you just came and now you’re—!”
“I didn’t mean to scare you,” you told him earnestly, grabbing at his arm. “I wanted to tell you the night we went to Stevie’s but I held off, but I’m done holding off! I-I love you, Eddie! I think about you all the time, I always want to be right next to you, I can’t wait to see you every day; isn’t that love?”
Eddie was quiet, watching you with wide eyes. “Yeah,” he whispered. “That’s love. Fuck, you love me, princess.”
“Uh-huh,” you said. “Um… Do you love me?”
“What?” Eddie asked sharply, and you jumped back, your hands falling from his arm as if he had burned you.
"Daddy—" you started, but Eddie shook his head quickly, silencing you without saying a single word.
"Don't call me that," Eddie said. "No, it only makes me... Makes me fall for you harder."
Your whole body went all hot, like melty ice cream, melting down Eddie's arm. "Do you..." you started. "Eddie. Please don't be mean right now."
"I'm not trying to be mean, princess," Eddie told you. "For once, with you, I'm trying to be genuine. I'm not trying to pull one over on you or take advantage of you right now, but I don't know how to be honest with you. But I love how you love me, and it scares the hell out of me because I am so not worthy of your love."
"Yes, you are," you told him. "Da-Eddie, you are so worthy of my love, because you've given me every reason to love you. You're kind to me and you respect me—"
"But I don't," Eddie said quickly. "Baby, you don't get it, I haven't done right by you, since the very first day we met. I've hurt you, in ways that you just don't understand, and I'm not sure you can ever understand—"
"Are you calling me dumb?" you asked. You didn't dare hold back your tears, and you sniffled and wiped your eyes on the back of your hand. "Maybe Nancy was right about you."
"She is," Eddie said, and your heart seized up. You expected a fight, for Eddie to call Nancy a nasty name and try to convince you that he was right and she was wrong, but his lack of fight only made you feel... Empty. "She's totally right about me. I'm no good for you, and you should break up with me right now, before you realize that I'm in love with you too now."
"Are you?" you asked. "Are you in love with me?"
"God, fuck, yes, I am," Eddie told you. "I love you so much, it makes my heart hurt. I do all the same as you described, I think about you all the time and I wonder what you're doing when you're away, and I fucking hate making you cry, I hate that shit so much. But I'm such an awful boyfriend to you, I'm an awful person to you, there's no reason why we should even be together in the first place."
"Eddie," you sobbed. "Please don't say that! I-I only wanna hear about how you love me, please just say it to me. I love you too, Eddie, I love you so much—"
"Stop it," Eddie said quickly. "Stop it, I told you, I'm not worthy—"
"You're not worthy because you've done bad things?" you asked. "I've done bad things too! I lie to my parents and cheat on my homework, and I graduate in a month and I don't know what I wanna do with my life, with college or with a job or anything, but you— You, Eddie! I feel like I have a purpose when I'm with you! I've never had a purpose before, and I like my purpose when I'm with you!"
"This is just what I mean, you don't understand," Eddie said. "You don't get it, because you're so sweet and nice, you're everything good with this world, and I've made you into something horrible. You should hate me for what I've done to you."
"What have you done to me?" you sniffled, crossing your arms over your chest indignantly. "Tell me, if it's so bad."
"I lied to you," Eddie said instantly. "The very first day, I lied to you. I lied to you to get you to show me your tits, because I'm selfish and wanted something, and I knew that I could manipulate you into getting what I wanted. That's all I've ever done to you, is lie to you and manipulate you, just so I can get what I want. I used you, baby, I used you and your innocence and your kindness to get what I want."
"What did you want?" you asked softly, hesitating to even ask. "What did you want from me that you had to lie to get?"
"I wanted you!" Eddie exclaimed. He sighed and stood still for a moment, watching you standing there, still in his shirt, your panties clinging to your hips, your legs still shaking from the beautiful orgasm he had given you, and seeing you standing there in such a state, sobbing with snot flowing from your nose, it only made him sigh again. "I wanted you, baby, and I knew there was no way I could get you if I was honest."
"That's not fair," you whined. "If I can't call you Daddy right now, you can't call me baby or princess or anything!" Your mouth screwed up in anger and the hot bubble of it was slothing in your chest, and you couldn't help the words that burst forth: "This is bullshit!"
Eddie looked wounded. "Baby, don't curse—" he started, but you brandished your finger at him, silencing him.
"I'll curse all I want!" you cried. "Because you made me this way! You used me, Eddie, you used me for your own fucking selfish wants, and you tell me that, but then you tell that you love me, like that makes it all okay? Fuck you, Eddie Munson. Take me home."
"Princess, please—"
"Take me home," you snapped. "Take me home, lose my number, you can tell Steve that I broke up with you because I finally wised up. I bet you guys had a big laugh over how stupid I am, huh?" You sniffled and mopped up your tears, and you bent down to grab your clothes, and you whipped the shirt up over your head. "Don't look at me," you told him, and Eddie sighed, looking away.
"For the record," Eddie said. "It was Steve's idea. Wanting to see your tits that night."
"Is that supposed to make it okay?" you asked. "You still went along with it."
By the time you were dressed again, Eddie had gathered his car keys, and he held the door open for you as you huffed out to his van. You pushed his hand away as you climbed up into the passenger seat, and you shut your own door before you crossed your arms and sulked.
The part that hurt the worst was that you loved him. You loved him with every part of you, every inch of you loved every inch of him, but he had used you. He was selfish and had abused you, and you couldn't find it in your heart to forgive him. The ride was quiet, Eddie taking his time with the drive, and, when you got home, you started to slam the door. "Wait," Eddie said, and he said your name. You couldn't ever recall him using your name once before— you were always his princess, his baby. "I'm sorry. Listen, I'm just sorry, alright? I know you're pissed at me, and you have every right to be, but... Call me if you want to. Okay? I love—"
You shut the door before he could finish.
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hellooo, i just want to say that i’m OBSESSED with innocent reader and eddie, it’s so cute and hot and everything in between.
in this universe, is reader friends with the gang? like, does she knows robin and nancy? maybe steve from afar. how do you think nancy and robin would react if they find out (maybe you told them in a girls night) how your relationship with eddie started?
, you don’t have to answer this i just want you to know that your writing is REALLY GOOD
i was wanting to introduce everyone else so here's a good time to do it! cw innocent reader, dubcon, coercion, steddie x reader if you squint, steve and eddie are really mean to nancy and robin, names (princess, baby, pumpkin, bitch)
"Hey, princess?" Eddie started, and you turned from your light conversation with Gareth to pay attention to your boyfriend. Monday’s spat with Gareth was already forgotten by the time you got to lunch on Friday, and he was happy to talk to you. Although you missed the looks that Eddie would shoot Gareth every so often, it was fine; what you didn't know wouldn't hurt you.
"Yeah?" you prompted Eddie.
"I'm meeting a friend tonight," Eddie started. "And I was wondering if you wanted to meet him too."
"Who?" you asked.
"Well, do you remember Steve Harrington?" Eddie said, and you gasped and nodded. Steve had been your crush since freshman year, with his big puppy-dog eyes and amazing hair, and, even though you liked Eddie a whole lot, Stevie still had a special little place in your heart. Before Eddie, you always hoped that Stevie would be your first kiss. "I was gonna hang out with him. How'd you like to meet him?"
"Oh, Daddy!" you exclaimed and threw your arms around Eddie's shoulders, squeezing his neck in a tight hug. "I'd love to meet him! Will he, um, will he like me?"
"Well, what's this shyness?" Eddie chuckled. "Why do you care if Steve likes you?"
"Um, b-because he's your friend," you said quickly. "A-And I want your friends to like me."
"Do you like Steve?" Eddie asked, and you ducked your head as you fluttered your eyelashes. You always got out of trouble by fluttering your eyelashes, and you watched as Eddie fell victim to them. He softened under your grasp, and he said, "Of course you do, girls love the Hair. I've told him all about you, baby, and he's dying to meet you."
"Really?" you asked. "Well, umm, okay! I-I'd like to meet Stevie."
"Cool," Eddie said. "It's just at his house, me and you and him. We can go straight there after school, it's not like he's got anyone waiting for him." Gareth smothered a laugh at that, and you furrowed your eyebrows.
"Oh, no, not then," you said. "I wanna go home and change clothes, a-and I wanna..."
"You wanna what?" Eddie asked, and he put a finger under your chin, lifting you up out of your hiding place. "Princess, I hate when you trail off like that. Just tell me what you're thinking."
"I wanna bake him cookies," you said softly. "But, umm, not if you think it's lame or whatever."
Eddie laughed, his smile a mile wide as he leaned forward and kissed your mouth. He tasted like the cigarette he had just smoked as he had skipped pre-lunch gym period, but you liked it. "That's not lame, princess," he said. "Steve will love it."
"Oh, yay!" you smiled. "Umm, maybe you can pick me up at my house after 5? I'll get home after school around 3:30 because I have to take the bus, and getting dressed, and the cookies'll take—"
"I'll be at my place," Eddie interjected, interrupting your ramblings. "Give me a call whenever you're ready to go and I'll be there to pick you up. Alright?"
"That sounds good," you said, and you chewed at your bottom lip, still trying to calculate in your head how long the cookies would take. "Does Stevie like chocolate? Could I make chocolate chip and he would like them?"
"Baby, you could spit in those cookies and he'd love them," Eddie said, popping a pretzel into his mouth. "Just 'cause they're coming from you. Don't worry your pretty little head about it, yeah?"
You tried not to worry about it for the rest of the day, but you were practically shaking with excitement at the prospect of meeting Steve Harrington. You wondered how Eddie and Steve had even met, but you didn't care all too much about it; all the stars were aligning for you. Your boyfriend was friends with Steve Harrington, and that's all that mattered to you.
Once you got home, you instantly started on the cookies, greeting your mom with a kiss on the cheek as you slumped your backpack down and got to work. "What're you making?" your mom asked, and you shut the fridge door with your foot, your arms loaded with the milk and eggs.
"Cookies!" you said. "I'm going over to a friend's house and wanted to bring them something."
"That's nice of you, honey," she said. "Remember not to burn the bottoms."
"Okay!"
In the end, the cookies came out perfectly, the bottoms only just a little crunchier than you would have liked, but you heeded Eddie's words that Steve wouldn't mind if there was a little something wrong with them. You spent the next hour getting ready, putting on your favorite pink dress and doing your makeup and hair to be perfect, and you finally smoothed down your skirt and called Eddie.
"Jesus, Steve, we just got off the phone," Eddie answered, his annoyance thick in his voice. "I told you I'm bringing her, chill out."
"Um, hi, Daddy," you said, your heart lodging in your throat. "I-I'm ready for you to come get me."
"Oh," Eddie sighed. "Hi, princess. Give me a minute and I'll be on my way, okay?"
"Mhm," you agreed. "Is something wrong?"
"No, nothing's wrong," Eddie said. "Steve's just acting like a dick. He really wants to meet you, that's all."
Your excitement made your hands shake. "I'm excited to meet him too," you said, and Eddie chuckled.
"I bet you are, princess," he said. "I'll be right over. Can you be good and wait outside for me? I kinda don't want tonight to be the night I meet your parents."
"Sure," you said. "I get it, meeting the parents is scary. Or, like, I think it is. I'm scared to meet your parents. Like, what if they don't like me?"
"My mom would love you," Eddie said, his words clipped as if he hadn't even meant to say them. "She'd... She would've loved you."
"And your dad?" you mumbled.
"Fuck my dad," Eddie said flatly. "I don't care about him. Hopefully you never meet him. Anyway, I don't feel like doing that tonight, so wait outside for me, okay?"
You did as Eddie told you to, waiting outside on your curb for him, your cookies in a Tupperware container in your lap. Eventually, after waiting for much longer than you thought it would take, Eddie's van pulled onto your street. You could hear the music from outside the van as he pulled up next to you, and you watched him lean over and push open the passenger side door. The music got louder and you cringed at it, but you climbed in all the same and buckled up your seatbelt.
"Hey, princess," Eddie said, twirling the knob on his radio system and silencing his music. "Sorry, I like it loud."
"That's fine," you said. "It just hurts my ears."
"Aw," Eddie pouted, and he pulled the van into gear as he peeled away from your house. "We don't want your ears hurting. I'll keep it quiet."
He didn't drive as badly as you had anticipated he would, and you felt safe with him. You always did, though— Eddie had a way about him that made you feel safe and loved. You weren't even a little bit shocked to find that you liked Eddie a whole lot, maybe even loved him, but you were sure that he didn't love you back yet. You didn't want to tell him anything before it was the right time, though, and scare him away. You had always heard about that sort of thing in movies, girls telling boys that they loved them and "scaring them away".
All too soon, you were pulling up in front of a nice house in a nice neighborhood, and you gripped your Tupperware tightly as Eddie got out of the van, pocketing his keys. He was quick to run around to your door and open it for you, and you giggled at him as you hopped out. "Thank you, Daddy," you said, but you watched as Eddie's face fell as he turned to Steve's house, eyeing the carport and the two cars that sat there.
"Jesus Christ," he mumbled, and he snatched up your hand, leading you up to the front door. He knocked quickly a few times, and you watched his teeth grind in that way that they did when he was annoyed.
"Did I do something wrong?" you mumbled, and Eddie shook his head.
"Not you, baby," Eddie said. "But Steve said—"
Before you knew it, the front door flew open, and there stood Steve Harrington. You were starstruck and felt your eyes go wide, wide, wide at the sight of him, wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt, his perfect hair done just so. "What the fuck?" Eddie asked.
"She just fuckin' showed up," Steve huffed. "I didn't invite her. And she brought Robin too."
"Robin..." Eddie sighed. "Fine. Whatever. We can do it after they leave."
"Once they see her with you, they're never gonna leave," Steve said, gesturing to you. "Fuck, dude, I can try to get them to go—"
"Who?" you asked softly. "Who's here? Did I do something wrong?"
“Baby, I told you, it’s not you,” Eddie said firmly. “Nancy Wheeler’s here. You know Nancy, right? She’s in your class. She showed up uninvited.”
“That’s not very nice,” you frowned.
“See? Even she knows it,” Steve sighed, brushing his hair back in annoyance. “Sorry, baby. I’m Steve.”
“I know,” you said, holding back your giggles, and Steve smiled, looking at Eddie.
“Well, she’s adorable,” Steve said. “I like your dress. Very pink.”
“It’s my favorite color,” you told him.
“I bet it is,” Steve grinned. “What’re you holding there?”
“Cookies!” you said proudly, holding out the cookies to him and grinning. “I made them just for you. But I only made enough for the three of us…”
“See? Nancy’s a bitch,” Steve said, working open the Tupperware’s lid and pulling a cookie to his lips. “Doesn’t think about anyone but herself.” He bit into it and your heart stopped as you waited for his reaction, and you sighed when he smiled. “Delicious, baby. You’re gonna have to make me cookies more often.”
“Anything for you, Stevie,” you told him, blushing hard, and Steve reached out and touched your cheek.
“Someone’s got a little crush,” Eddie said, almost like he was explaining you to Steve, and Steve grinned.
“That’s so cute,” Steve said. “I get what Eddie was talking about, you’re just about the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.” Then, he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your cheek, and you squeaked and froze. Steve Harrington had just kissed you on the cheek! You tried to hide your excitement from Eddie, but Eddie just smiled and laughed at your antics.
“Alright, enough kissing my girlfriend,” Eddie said. “Let’s go inside, yeah?”
You nodded, stepping inside and toeing out of your shoes, and you followed Steve into the depths of the house. His house was big, bigger than yours, and you clutched Eddie's hand as you followed the two boys down to the basement. There, there were two recliners facing a large television, a full VHS system plugged in, a movie paused. You had known that Steve's parents were rich, but the finished basement and subtle expensive luxuries (you wondered how much a TV that size costed) were more than you could have imagined.
And standing by the TV were Nancy Wheeler and Robin Buckley. Nancy looked as annoyed as Steve and Eddie were, her arms crossed and her foot tapping, and you almost missed the way her eyes softened when she saw you. "Oh," Nancy started. "Who's this?"
"Eddie's girlfriend," Steve said quickly. "Now, I told you I had plans and shit, so why don't you go ahead and—"
"I'm Nancy," the girl told you, sticking out a hand towards you. You looked at Eddie, biting your bottom lip, and you were quick to shake Nancy's hand and tell her your name. "I know you; we were in Kaminsky's class together a few years ago."
"Oh, yeah," you said softly. You had hated chemistry and tried everything to forget it, and you seemed to have successfully forgotten about being in the same class as Nancy Wheeler. "I forgot, I guess."
"You and Eddie, huh?" Nancy said. "How did you meet?"
You stuttered for words, looking from Nancy to Eddie. His words still rang in your head, how people would make fun of you if they knew how you and him had met, and you were sure that Nancy would be one of the ones to do it. She had always seemed a little stuck-up, and it frightened you. "U-Um, I bought weed from him," you said. "And we just started talking, y'know?"
Eddie patted your back as he stepped from behind you, following Steve into a separate room, and you sighed a little when the door to the room closed. "Is that it?" Nancy asked. "You don't really strike me as the type to smoke."
"Um, I'm not," you said. "But my friends, they wanted me to buy it last week because they said that Eddie would like me and give me a discount."
"Did it work?" Nancy asked as Robin raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah," you said. "I ended up not paying for it."
Nancy shifted uncomfortably, and you did the same, feeling strange under her gaze. "Well, what did you do?" she asked. "'Cause Eddie wouldn't just not let you pay."
"Umm..." you started, looking at Nancy, then at Robin, and your shivering got too great. You needed to tell somebody, if for nothing else than to just share it. Keeping the secret was torture for you, and you were bursting to share it with someone. "You can't tell anyone, okay? Eddie said people would call me a... A, umm, what's it called? A slut. He said people would call me a slut."
"Oh, sweetheart," Nancy started. "What did Eddie make you do?"
"He didn't make me do anything," you said firmly. "I wanted to do it. But he asked me to lift up my shirt and show him my..." You hesitated to use the word that Eddie had, but Nancy's eyes went wide all the same in understanding.
"And you did?" she asked, and you nodded. "Oh my God, I can't believe him!"
"That's so fucked up," Robin said, frowning greatly. "I always told you that I didn't like Eddie, and here's why."
"I thought maybe there was something redeemable there," Nancy said. "But taking advantage of her like this—"
"He didn't do that," you told her quickly, fear flashing in your heart. You knew what 'taking advantage of' someone meant, and Eddie hadn't done that to you. "No, no, Daddy would never!"
"You call him Daddy?" Robin asked. "Does he makes you do that?"
"No," you said. "I-I thought it was cute..."
"What else has Eddie done?" Nancy asked. "Has he made you do anything else? Like, things you didn't like or didn't wanna do?"
"Well," you started. "Umm, we had a really weird phone call last Friday where he asked me what I was wearing and then told me he spilled something and made a mess. He was just acting funny, and it made me a little worried. A-And on Monday, he kissed me but I kinda wasn't ready for it. I, umm, always wanted Steve to be my first kiss, but that's okay; I'm not dating Steve, I'm dating Eddie."
"What a perv," Robin grumbled. "You know it's fine if you want to break up with him, right?"
"No," you said quickly, shaking your head. "I don't wanna. Da-Eddie is nice to me. I mean, sometimes he makes me wanna cry, but nobody can be totally nice all the time."
"What does he do?" Nancy asked. "Because boyfriends aren't supposed to make you cry."
You shrugged, picking at a thread on your dress. You felt like you had done something wrong and was being berated and punished for it, and the tingle of tears hit your face again. This time, though, you didn't hold them back. "M'sorry," you whimpered. "Please don't be mad."
"We're not mad," Nancy said quickly as Robin reached out towards you, and she took the Tupperware of cookies away and held your hands tightly, comfortingly. "Sweetheart, we're not mad at all. We're just making sure that Eddie's being nice to you, that's all."
"Daddy's nice," you mumbled. "I promise. Just sometimes he hurts my feelings."
"But boyfriends shouldn't do that," Nancy said. "Trust me, I know."
"Oh, yeah," you sniffled, remembering another reason why you didn't really like Nancy. "You used to date Stevie." Maybe it was childish to hold a grudge against her for dating your crush, but you certainly did.
"Right," Nancy said.
"And she was miserable," Robin interjected. "We just don't want you to be miserable, y'know?"
"Mhm," you mumbled as the door to the side room opened again, and Eddie came out with a smile on his face. The smile was wiped, though, as soon as he saw your sniffly nose and red eyes.
"Are you crying?" Eddie asked, coming to you in an instant, putting an arm around your middle. "Why're you crying, princess? Did Nancy say something?"
"No," you hiccuped, but Eddie shot Nancy and Robin a dirty look anyway.
"Get out," Eddie said. "You show up here uninvited, you upset my girl, the fuck's the matter with you?"
"You need to take a good, long look at yourself if you're asking what's wrong with me," Nancy spat back. "You are taking advantage of this poor girl, and that's not okay, you need to—"
"Nancy, you need to go," Steve added. "C'mon, it was funny but now you've made her cry. Nobody wants you here anyway."
"Fine," Nancy said. She turned to you, though, as Robin gave you back your cookies, and she said, "If you ever need someone to talk to, please don't hesitate to talk to us. Alright?"
"Okay," you sniffled, cowering into Eddie's chest, and he set a kiss on your forehead as Nancy and Robin gathered their stuff and left, sending searing stares to the boys the whole time.
"Aw, princess," Eddie cooed softly once the door upstairs slammed shut, and he smoothed his hands down your face, cleaning up your tears and smeared makeup. "Nancy's so mean, isn't she? It's okay, you shouldn't cry over her."
"She-She was saying such bad things about you!" you hiccuped, and Eddie hummed softly as he held you while you cried. "I tried to tell her that y-you aren't mean, but she wouldn't believe me!"
"I know," Eddie whispered. "Now you see why Steve and I don't like her."
"It's okay, baby," Steve added, and he pressed a kiss to your hair. It felt nice for the boys to be holding you and kissing you, and you sniffled back your tears as Eddie pulled you down to one of the recliners, moving to the side so you could have the bulk of the chair.
"You were so good, though," Eddie said. "Standing up for me and everything, that was very sweet of you."
"O-Of course," you said, wiping your nose. "I won't let anyone say anything bad about you."
"Good girl," Eddie said. He angled your head up to face him, and he kissed your mouth softly for a moment before he titled his head and deepened the kiss, letting his mouth fall open against yours. You followed his lead, not really sure exactly what you were doing, and you squeaked when Eddie pushed his tongue between your open lips and into your mouth.
"Daddy?" you mumbled, and Eddie's arms wound around you, his hand settling on your ass.
"It's okay," he whispered. "This is how boyfriends and girlfriends kiss each other. Just like this..." He kissed you again, his tongue pushing past your lips once more, and those tingles from last Friday returned to your belly.
You were acutely aware of Stevie still in the room, sitting in his own recliner, and, when Eddie's messy kisses moved to your neck, you craned your head to look to Steve. You jumped a little when you saw how intensely he was watching you, his eyes never leaving your face, and you started, "Stevie?"
"I'm right here, baby," Steve said easily. "Don't you wanna show me what a good girl you are for Daddy?"
Eddie's lips on your neck made you shiver, and you nodded. "I'll be good," you said, and Eddie smiled into your neck.
"I know you will," he said. "Do you wanna pull down your dress and show Steve your tits? He's been dying to see them."
You started to nod, but one thing stopped you: Nancy's words about how apparently wrong it was that Eddie had seen your tits. Even though he had said not to listen to her, a small part of you had, and you squirmed underneath Eddie as you considered that, if it was wrong for Eddie to see them, then it was definitely wrong for Stevie to see them. "Um, not tonight," you said softly. "Just wanna watch the movie, I think."
"That's okay," Eddie said quickly before Steve could speak. "We can do that. Nothing wrong with that, right, Steve?"
"Right," Steve said, but you caught the edge of disappointment in his voice. "Want a beer, Ed? M'gonna run and grab me one."
Eddie tugged his face out of your neck and resituated you two to better fit on the recliner together, his arm around you as you sat in his lap, your legs dangling over the arm of the chair. "I shouldn't, I'm driving," he said, and he gave your shoulders a squeeze. "And I've got precious cargo. Got any Dr. Pepper instead?"
"I can find some," Steve said, and he stood up from his seat. "Want anything, pumpkin?"
It took you a second to realize that you were pumpkin, Stevie's pumpkin, and you said, "Milk?"
"Milk?" Steve repeated, his eyebrows furrowing.
"For the cookies."
"Oh, yeah," Steve said. "For your tasty little cookies. How could I forget?"
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