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this-do-be-therapeutic · 11 months

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HMMMMM…..a smutty request you say? What about….

Being on a date that is going horrifically and Eddie saves the day. And there’s only one way to show how appreciative we are! 😉😉😉

I love this! 💕

Did I spend all day at work listening to podcasts about people’s worst Tinder dates as inspiration for this? Yes I did 😂 The stuff that happens here are a bunch of them mixed together

Summary: You are on a date from hell when a familiar face steps in to save the day

Paring: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 5.1k

Content Warnings: 18+ only, Smut, PIV (protected), fingering, semi public sex, reader’s date is a piece of shit, modern au

Not proofread!

You had only been sitting down for approximately fifteen minutes and you were already in hell. This may be the worst date you have ever been on. You were officially done with dating apps. That’s what you swore to yourself as you listened to the insufferable man in front of you drone on and on about how hard it is to find a woman who wanted a “good guy” these days. About how not a single one of his past girlfriends had valued and appreciated him for everything that he did for them. This was the last straw. You had been debating whether to even come on this date in the first place, sick of the long string of failures you had endured in the recent months but you were desperate. You had hoped to at least get a good one night stand out of it, you were horny and this guy was hot. Was being the key word. His picture was hot, the man rambling on in front of you was anything but your type. He may have been at some point but those pictures he had uploaded were heavily edited enough that you could confidently say you had been catfished.

He had asked you to meet him at a local bar for a few drinks, which after a few flirtatious messages where you hadn’t seen any red flags, you accepted. He had texted you while you were on your way to let you know he was sitting at the bar waiting for you, considering the amount of dates you had that showed up late you were feeling positive as you entered the quieter than expected place. Your optimism faded quickly as your date, Daniel, had stood to greet you. He had gone straight in for a hug which startled you as you were still trying to process how much his face did not look like the one you were expecting to meet. You wrapped one arm awkwardly around his shoulder in an attempt to not immediately come across as rude and quickly stepped back to hoist yourself up onto the barstool next to him. The bartender had approached you to take your drink order, you were just about to ask for a coke with a wedge of lime when Daniel answered before you had the chance to speak.

“She’ll have a martini,” he said confidently, all you could do was stare at him astonished that this man had the audacity to order for you.

The bartender glanced over at you uncomfortably waiting for any signs of protest but you were stunned into silence, he awkwardly turned to make you a martini anyway.

“I’m driving,” you told him, not even bothering to hide the disdain from your tone.

You had driven here yourself so you had an easy way of fleeing should this guy not be who he said he was, you were considering whether it was acceptable to do so right now.

“One won’t hurt you,” he waved his hand dismissively as he launched into his big speech about how disrespectful women were to him.

You glanced around the room at the other patrons as your mind tried to block out the sound of his voice. There were a few groups of people of all ages gathered around tables catching up with their friends, a group of older men stood at the far end of the room playing darts, a group of what you assumed were college kids hogged the pool table, but the one that really caught your eye was the only other person sitting at the bar. The man sat a few stools down from Daniel. He was dressed head to toe in black, a worn leather jacket hugging his broad shoulders. He was pretty in a rugged sort of way, a mane of dark brown curls were pulled back into a low messy bun, a few loose tendrils framing his handsome face. He was drinking alone, you noticed the corners of his lips turn up in a subtle smirk when Daniel made a particularly ignorant remark, was he listening to your conversation? As if on cue the stranger turned to look at you, his right hand adorned with chunky rings raised to give you a curt wave. You glanced quickly behind you to check that the gesture wasn’t for someone else, was he letting you know he was there to step in if things got any more disastrous? Or was he just being friendly because you made eye contact? There was something so familiar about his big brown eyes…

Your thoughts were interrupted when the bartender placed your drinks down in front of you. You took a sip and winced at the strong bitter taste, there was no way you could drink that if you wanted to get home safely. Daniel drank his beer before pulling a face similar to your own.

“This tastes like shit,” he spat out as he slammed his pint glass down on the bar. “How’s the martini?”

“Mmm,” you hummed through gritted teeth, your lips pressed into a thin line as you tried to force a smile.

Your eyes widened in dumbfoundment for the second time that evening when Daniel reached across the bar and grabbed hold of your drink. He brought the martini glass to his lips and took two large gulps, placing it back down in front of himself instead of you.

“Oh yeah that’s much nicer than the beer, you don’t mind do you? You can just order another one.”

If it wasn’t for the fact that you didn’t even want the drink in the first place you would have been livid. You were livid, but you weren’t about to kick up a fuss when it meant you had a free pass to order the soda you actually wanted.

“You look really pretty,” Daniel told you as his eyes roamed up and down your body.

“Thank you,” you nodded with another tight lipped smile, you might have appreciated the compliment if he hadn’t already proved himself to be a horrible person.

“No thank you for actually making an effort,” he gestured to your outfit. “It’s a relief to see someone in a nice dress for a change. The amount of girls you see nowadays wandering ‘round in baggy jumpers and jeans is depressing, like you don’t look as cute as you think you do you know.”

You had almost dressed much more casually than the outfit you had on, he had picked a sports bar to meet you in after all it wasn’t like he was fine dining you. You only settled on the dress in the end because of how badly you were hoping to get laid but any desire you had for this man vanished the second he was in front of you. The handsome stranger behind him glanced over at you again, he was crooking his eyebrow as if to say ‘is this guy for real?’ Your attention was brought back to Daniel once again when you heard the shutter sound of a camera going off, he was holding his phone up to your face.

“Did you just take a picture of me?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he said nonchalantly while he glanced down at his phone typing out a text. “I’m sending it to my ex to show her how much I’ve upgraded, you’re way hotter than she is.”

‘Or proving to her how lucky she was to have dumped your ass when she did,’ you thought. You sat through two more cokes while you listened to Daniel spurt misogynistic drivel all the while glancing that the stranger at the bar, he seemed to be taking great delight in witnessing your tragic date, the way he kept side eyeing you every now and again, raising his glass to his lips every time he needed to hide his laugh. You wanted to ask him what was so funny. You suddenly wished you had taken an Uber here, this might have been much more tolerable if you had alcohol in your system. Daniel must have been talking about himself for close to an hour when he finally asked you a question about yourself, how long have you lived in the city?

“Oh well I moved here for college and I guess I loved it so much I decided to just stick around,” you started to explain. “I’ve met some of the most amazing people here I couldn’t imagine not…”

You were cut off by the shrill ringing of Daniel’s phone.

“Shane my man! How's it going?” He answered the phone. You were mid sentence and he answered his fucking phone.

You glared at him as he hopped down from his stool and proceeded to pace the bar while he spoke to his friend on his phone. The stranger audibly laughed.

“I’m sorry, are you enjoying my misery?” you snapped at him with a glare.

You noticed the twinkle in his eyes when he looked at you this time, dimples forming in his cheeks as he grinned widely at you. Your annoyance faded quickly as a recognisable warmth settled over you. Your view of his captivating smile was blocked by Daniel returning to his seat in front of you.

“Wanna get out of here and go to a party?” he asked.

“No,” you answered far too quickly, despite how rude he had been to you all evening you still felt hesitant to anger him while alone so you decided to lie. “Erm, I’m meeting a friend after this so I can’t.”

“Oh,” Daniel looked at you suspiciously but concluded you weren’t worth the argument. “Can you at least drive me there then?”

Jesus fucking Christ.

“Nope. Uhm no…” You did not want this man in your car. “Because I’m meeting them here.”

“You’re meeting them here?” You could tell he didn’t believe you.

The stranger suddenly tossed back the remainder of his drink before standing abruptly, the wooden legs of the barstool scraping against the floor as he pushed it back. He turned to face you, his mouth stretched into a friendly grin as he called out your name and walked towards you with open arms. He wrapped one strong arm protectively around your shoulder.

“You know I’ve been looking forward to seeing you all day,” he fibbed. “It’s been too long.”

“You’re not her friend,” Daniel scoffed. “I just saw you get up from over there!”

“I am her friend,” the stranger insisted. “We go way back right?”

“He is my friend,” you confirmed, glancing up into his soft face, your hand resting on top of his which lay on your shoulder.

“Oh this is some bullshit!” Daniel was getting increasingly angry as he glanced between the two of you. “I knew I was wasting my time with you. You’re just another one of those little bitches who…”

“I’d watch it if I were you,” the stranger’s welcoming vibe dropped immediately as he took a threatening step towards Daniel, you saw the fear flash across his face before he stormed out of the bar muttering curses under his breath.

“Thank you,” you told the stranger sincerely as you released the breath you were holding in a sigh of relief.

“Don’t mention it,” he smiled, his friendly persona making a swift return. “You’re way too awesome for him anyway.”

You blushed, assuming the stranger was complimenting you to make you feel better until it dawned on you that he had called you by your name.

“Wait, how do you know my name?”

He looked down at you with his arms crossed across his chest, his face screwed up in disbelief.

“You don’t remember me?” he asked, his hand slapping over his heart in mock offence.

Oh shit. Was this guy another bad date that you had ghosted along the way? It was hard to keep track of them.

He reached behind him to pull his hair out of its tie, shaking his head wildly until the mop of curls hung loose just below the top of his shoulders. He rolled up the sleeves of his leather jacket to give you a peek of the faded bat tattoo scratched into his right forearm.

“Eddie!” You squealed as the realisation hit you.

Of course you knew him. He has been your biology lab partner back in your senior year of high school. It had been about ten years since you had last seen him but you still couldn’t believe that you hadn’t recognised him. You stood and threw your arms around his neck in a proper hug, he chuckled at the enthusiasm and gave your waist a light squeeze.

“There you go,” he mumbled against the crown of your head. “Thought you were gonna break my heart for a second, I really look that different?”

He didn’t, now that your memory had been jogged he looked almost exactly the same. Did his hair being pulled back really alter his appearance that much? You suddenly understood how Superman went by undetected by wearing just a pair of glasses. You sat back down and asked him to join you by gesturing to the empty stool next to you that was previously occupied by your awful date.

“No, no you don’t,” you smiled warmly at him. “I’m sorry, it’s just me, I guess my brain’s just a little fuzzy.”

“Right,” he smirked. “So how have you been? I heard that you’d moved here for college, maybe I was hoping our paths would cross again.”

Your eyes fell to your lap as you tried to fight away the blush you felt creeping up your cheeks.

“I’m good. Do you live here too?”

“Nah, I’m just visiting. I actually still live in Hawkins.”

“Oh really? Has it changed much since we were in school?”

“Not at all,” he scoffed. “Still as shitty as ever.”

You and Eddie talked for hours, reminiscing about your time at Hawkins High and making each other laugh with your predictions of what your fellow student’s lives would be like right now. Eddie was funny, he was sweet and he was extremely charming. Just like you remembered him to be. You learned that he was in the city to play a gig, he was still in the same band he was in in school. Corroded Coffin hadn’t exactly made it big yet but they were slowly getting there. They were here to open for a better known heavy metal band that you had heard of but weren’t familiar with.

“Eddie, that's amazing! I’m so proud of you!” you threw your arms around him again when he told you in a congratulatory hug.

“Thank you, it’s tough competition but we’re getting there,” he looked down bashfully as you laid on the praise. “You wanna come and watch us?”

“Yes,” you accepted his invitation. “I really, really would.”

You never got to see him play when you knew him back in school. He invited you to The Hideout almost every week but you never ended up going. A few times you had tried to convince your friends, and even your then boyfriend, to go to a show with you but they told you that you were crazy for wanting to go and see Eddie “The Freak” Munson play his Satan worshipping songs. You had considered sneaking out to go and watch them alone but the prospect of what your parents would do if they found out always held you back. You wished now more than ever that you had said to hell with them all and just gone, you were just grateful that you had the chance to make up for that now.

“I wish I’d hung out with you more,” you admitted out loud while you were caught up in your thoughts. “Maybe I would have had more fun if I’d asked out guys like you instead.”

“Trust me I would have said yes,” he laughed after almost choking on a sip of his Jack and coke. “I had such a crush on you back then .”

“You had a crush on me?”

“Huuuuge,” he confessed, you noticed the tips of his ears reddening as he tucked his curls behind them. “It wasn’t obvious?”

You shook your head with the biggest grin on your face.

“I thought it was obvious, I was always blushing around you and shit.”

You still are now, you thought. Although your own cheeks were feeling significantly more flushed than usual, especially considering how you keep subtly shifting closer to each other the longer you talk. A knock of your knee against his, a brush of your fingers along his bicep when he made you laugh, the gentle nudge of his shoulder against yours as he leaned into you. Your faces were so close now that you could drop your voices to just above a whisper.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” You knew it was a stupid question, a lot of people drift through high school without ever chasing after their crushes, but you couldn’t stop yourself from asking him anyway.

“Are you kidding me?” he laughed breathily. “I know we had fun in bio but outside that classroom you and I lived in different worlds. Plus you were dating what’s his face, Taylor?”

“Oh yeah,” your tone flattened as you remembered Mitchell Taylor, your boyfriend for most of senior year until you caught him fingering Becky Owens in the parking lot on prom night. “Another asshole.”

“Another asshole,” Eddie agreed.

He gestured the bartender over to order another drink and you were asked if you wanted to merge your tabs or keep them separate, it was at that moment you realised that Daniel had left you to pay for all of his drinks.

“Son of a bitch!” you growled, he had been throwing back $15 cocktails all evening while you had only been sipping coke.

“What?” Eddie asked, slightly taken aback by your sudden outburst.

“That little fucker left me with the check,” you frowned at the entrance of the bar like he wasn’t long gone by now.

“Of course he did,” Eddie scoffed, he reached into the pocket of his leather jacket and pulled out his wallet, handing his credit card over to the bartender he told him that he would be paying for everything.

“Eddie no, c’mon I can’t let you do that,” you wrapped your fingers around his wrist and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“Sure you can,” he butted his forehead to your temple softly before pulling back swiftly. “My way of apologising for not stepping in sooner.”

You bit down on your lower lip and thanked him, he beamed down at you with a glimmer of playfulness in his eyes, his chocolate gaze so intense that you had to look away. Your eyes land on his wallet, the butterflies in your stomach melted into a warm pooling sensation when you spied the unmistakable silver corner of a condom wrapper peeking out of the top. Perhaps you were going to get everything you wanted tonight after all.

“I would have said yes too you know,” you leaned in closer to him, close enough to feel the warm tickle of his breath as he laughed delicately. “If Mitch wasn’t in the picture I mean, kinda wish he wasn’t.”

“Is that so?” he grinned matching your movements, the bridge of his nose grazing yours ever so lightly.

“Mhm,” you hummed, the faint nod of your head pushing your nose into the apple of his cheek.

His large palms reached out to cradle your face as your lips collided, chaste but firm to begin with until you teased his bottom lip with your tongue. He obliged and allowed you to deepen the kiss. He was suddenly very aware that you were in a public place when he felt his cock twitch beneath the right denim of his jeans.

“I have a hotel room,” he sighed breathlessly. “You wanna go, like now?”

You shook your head and watched the disappointment flash briefly across his gorgeous features.

“Too far,” you explained. “Want you here.”

“Here?” Eddie’s eyebrows raised in surprise.

You grabbed his hand and pulled him from his barstool towards the bathroom. The second you were hidden from most prying eyes you turned and grabbed him by the collar, pulling his face down to crash his lips back to yours.

You staggered down the dim hallway which led to the only bathroom in the bar. Old, battered posters for bands and various sports events which are way out of date littered the walls you were slamming each other against in your impatience and desperation to taste one another. You grabbed and pulled at every inch of clothing in reach as you laughed into each other’s mouths, the lust clouding your brain making you feel drunk despite the absence of alcohol. You gasped as his lips latched onto the tender flesh of your neck, a trail of wet open mouthed kisses dragged down to your collarbone where he bit down sharply. You cried out and tangled your fingers into his dishevelled locks, harshly tugging his face back up to yours you snagged his plump bottom lip between your teeth and pulled. He growled as he reached around you to grab handfuls of your ass over your dress, he squeezed hard and pulled your hips flush to his, the hard outline of his arousal digging firmly into your hip.

You slipped your hands inside his jacket, your fingers pushing beneath the worn material of his t-shirt and trailing up his searing hot skin. You chuckled when you felt him shiver, goosebumps raising beneath your fingertips as you tickled him. You raked your nails down his ribcage to his hip bones, he groaned against your tongue, hips bucking against you, craving any form of friction as he throbbed beneath his jeans. He needed you right now. With your ass still firmly in his grasp he yanked you away from where you were pressed against the wall and pulled you towards the bathroom door, stumbling several times on your way there. Eddie tried the handle and whined when it was locked, slumping back against the wall beside the door he bumped the back of his head against it in frustration. Your eyes roamed up and down his body, his hair sticking up every which way from your frantic fingers, his lips red and swollen from your bruising kisses, his cock straining painfully against his zipper. All for you. You pounced on him, tongue pushing greedily into his mouth while your fingers scratched lightly down his torso. You lifted his shirt one more time to run them through the trail of hair below his belly button before moving lower to cup through his jeans. You palmed his cock shamelessly and moaned into his mouth when you heard him whimper. He fucking whimpered and it may just have been the sexiest sound you had ever heard.

Eddie brought up his fist to pound violently against the door, letting whoever was inside that they needed to hurry the fuck up before he explodes in his pants. The door was wrenched open sharply, on instinct you tried to jump away from Eddie to avoid being caught in a compromising position only to be quickly pulled back to him to hide his very obvious boner. You were met by the scowl of an older woman, possibly mid sixties, her disapproving glare burned into the two of you while she swiftly exited the bathroom.

“Assholes,” she snapped as she shuffled down the dark corridor.

“It’s an emergency!” Eddie shouted back, you giggled a little flustered before you were being shoved into the dingy bathroom.

Eddie locked the door behind him before he had your back pinned to his chest. The pads of his fingers skimmed the hem of your dress, slowly dragging it upwards inch by torturous inch until it was finally bunched up around your waist. Your head fell back against his shoulder, eyelids fluttering shut and mouth falling slack with a sigh when his middle finger reached round your front to run along your clothed slit. He buried his face into the crook of your neck and groaned as he breathed in the scent of your sweat and perfume.

“Fuuuuck you’re so wet for me already,” he grunted against your hot skin as he felt the damp spot you had made on the cotton of your panties.

“Need you,” you panted as he toyed with the elastic. “Need you, I need you, I need you.”

He lifted his head and you turned yours towards him, your nose squished into his cheek as he fervently sought out your lips again.

“Jesus Chr…” he breathlessly trailed off into a kiss as his finger finally made direct contact with your swollen clit.

You yelped at the jolt of pleasure that coursed through your veins under his touch, your hands shot out to steady yourself, grip tight on the cool porcelain sink in front of you. Your hips rocked eagerly in time with the movements of his fingers, he couldn’t stop himself from grinding his erection along the curve of your ass while he alternated between firmly circling your clit and just breaching your heat with his middle and ring fingers to gather your pooling wetness.

The reaction he was getting out of you was driving Eddie crazy, he could feel his heart rate speeding up and his head going dizzy as he was consumed by the perfect little whines he was coaxing from your throat or the way your thighs were beginning to tremble as you fought to stay upright.

"Oh fuck…" you mewled. “Eddie…”

"You like that baby?" he breathed. “Tell me you like it.”

”God…yes…yes…yes…right there."

Eddie felt his cock leaking in its confinement, screaming at him for some sort of relief. He licked his lips and continued to play with you, rubbing your clit in a steady, rhythmic pattern, teasing her, torturing both of them. The sensations were getting to be too much for him and his own eyes slammed shut. With one hand teasing your nipple over the material of your dress and the other between her legs, Eddie whined, everything about you just felt so goddamn good.

“Want you to cum,” he groaned through gritted teeth as he was starting to lose his resolve. “Want you to cum all over my fucking fingers sweetheart.”

“No,” you protested, shaking your head weakly. “No not before you’re inside me, wanna cum on your cock.”

“Shhhii…fuck…fuck…fu-” Eddie babbled to himself as he tried not to blow his load from your pleading alone.

He withdrew his hand from your panties and spun you around to face him and planted one, two, three kisses against your lips while he fumbled in his pocket for the condom in his wallet. Your fingers, quivering with anticipation made haste with his belt buckle and ripped open his top button. You pushed his jeans below his ass and watched his erection finally spring free. Your eyes widened as you watched it stand to full attention against his navel, he was fucking beautiful. Not too big but certainly nothing to scoff at, an angry purple vein ran along the underside of his shaft up to his perfect pink tip, sticky and oozing precum which you were dying to clean up with your tongue. That would have to wait for now though, you knew it was either your mouth or your pussy this time round and you were aching to have him inside you.

Eddie tore open the little foil square and rolled the condom down his length. You squealed as his strong hands gripped you by the waist and hoisted you up onto the sink. He didn’t even bother removing your underwear, in his wanton haze he simply ripped them to one side and lined himself up with your entrance. He didn’t give you much time to prepare as he slammed his hips into yours, you cried out at the feeling of suddenly being so full.

“You good?” He whispered, his eyes suddenly flooded with concern that he was being too rough with you.

“Mmhmm,” you assured him, your forehead resting tenderly against his. “I’m good, please Eddie just fuck me.”

“I’ll give you anything you want, baby.”

He gave you only a moment to adjust to his size as he wrapped his strong fingers under the backs of your thighs, making sure his grip on you was secure before he started pounding into you. The sound that ripped from your chest was raw and animalistic. You grabbed his face to keep his head pressed to yours, you pulled him closer squishing your noses together and capturing his lips in a starved kiss.

He whimpered against your lips, realising how close he was already he readjusted his angle, his tip brushing consistently against your g-spot while one hand reached between you to continue it’s rapid circling of your clit. The heat in your lower belly growing fiercely.

“Eddie - Eddie,” you pleaded weakly, every one of your senses overloaded by him.

“I know, I know,” he breathed against your lips. “Fuck I feel it too.”

It only took a minute more of him rolling his hips before your orgasm crashed over you. You cried out into his mouth as your fingers locked onto his hair in a death grip. The rhythmic pulsing of your walls around his cock was more than Eddie could handle, with one final thrust he was spilling into the condom, grunting loudly as you refused to break the kiss.

“Holy shit,” you sighed against his lips.

He chuckled against you, his head spinning from the mind blowing release you had just given him.

“Holy shit,” he agreed, his thumbs brushing tender circles against the skin of your thighs.

You stayed lazily laughing and embracing each other until you were startled apart by a loud, violent knock to the door, similar to the one Eddie had given the poor middle-aged woman earlier. You quickly straightened out your clothes and nodded sheepishly at the man waiting outside as you speed walked down the corridor.

“So do you wanna stay and finish that drink?” Eddie pointed to your abandoned glasses by the bar just praying that you didn’t want to part ways just yet but too scared of coming off as clingy.

You smiled at his adorable awkwardness.

“You’re not sharing a hotel room are you?” You asked, you assumed not considering he invited you back there earlier.

“Nope,” he confirmed.

“Excellent,” you smirked, grabbing his hand and tugging him towards the exit. “Let’s continue this where we have a bed we can ruin.”

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made some eddie textposts because the brainrot is so real

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yeah so i hate the new tumblr app update

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𝐰𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲 | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: your father, jason carver, promises you one thing and can’t deliver it to you. you decide to get back at him and it him where it really hurts: eddie munson. 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: older!eddie munson x carver&cunningham!daughter!reader (READER IS JASON AND CHRISSY’S DAUGHTER) 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: age gap (reader is 18, eddie is 56), brat!reader, mentions of birth control, genital piercings, smut (MINORS DNI): p in v sex, unprotected sex, spitting, blowjobs, slapping, choking, pain kink, praise kink, master kink, daddy kink 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: the plot here establishes reader as the biological daughter of chrissy and jason, which does imply reader to be white, but that is in no way to say anyone isn’t more than welcome to read this. shared features of reader to her parents are mentioned (ears/smile?) though they are limited. i just wanted anyone who may be off put by this to know before they get into any of the reading, so they can choose to read or not if that’s something that would take them out of their emersion <3

Why the fuck were you here? The trailer park was dark and quiet in the nighttime, and you crossed your arms over your chest as you walked from your car to the front door of the trailer. You kept repeating it to yourself— what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck— as you knocked on the door of the trailer, and you heard a rustling from inside as the occupant moved around. You had certainly woken him up, and your palms felt sweaty. You were being stupid. You should just turn around and apologize to your father and forget the entire thing, but, just as you were turning on your heel to get back into your car, the door flew open.

“Umm,” the older man started. “Can I help you?”

You sighed. You knew Eddie Munson from a distance, solely as the mechanic who worked on your car from time to time— time to time meant at least once a month because, even though your dad had bought you a nice car for your 18th birthday present, he hadn’t bought you a good car. The cherry-red Porsche sat behind you, the very same car that Eddie fixed often, and he peered over your shoulder at it. “Is something wrong with your car?” he asked. “It couldn’t wait ‘til the shop opened at 8?”

“No, no, nothing’s wrong with my car,” you mumbled. “Well… Actually, it’s started making this weird noise when I start it up, but that’s— That’s for later. No, um, my dad’s pissed me off super bad tonight, and I just, umm, figured you could… help…? Maybe?”

“Your dad, huh?” Eddie asked. He leaned back inside the trailer for a moment, and you nearly thought he would slam the door in your face, but all he did was grab a green-and-white carton of Newports and a lighter. He slotted a cigarette between his lips and gestured at you to talk, and you watched his tattooed fingers flick the Zippo and light up his cigarette before you swallowed thickly. “What’s he done?”

“Well, um,” you started. “Do you know who my dad is?”

“No clue, sweetheart,” Eddie said. He blew out a mouthful of smoke and plucked the cigarette from between his lips, and he rubbed his big hand down his salt-and-pepper facial-haired chin. “Who is he?”

“Jason Carver,” you said slowly. “You went to high school together?”

“Carver,” Eddie spat. “Yeah, I remember Carver.” He crossed his arms, the sleeves of his wrinkled shirt tightening around his muscles, and you bit your lip as his tattooed skin pulled with it. Eddie had tattoos everywhere, on his neck and arms and hands and fingers, behind his ear and on his throat, and you wondered exactly where else he had tattoos. “He made my life a living hell.”

“Yeah, he’s doing the same thing to me,” you grumbled.

“No way, wait,” Eddie laughed incredulously. “You’re Carver’s daughter? The valedictorian, captain of the cheer team, that’s you?”

“Well, jeez, don’t make fun of me,” you pouted. “How do you know that?” For all that Eddie seemed to know about you, you knew very little about him: he had a smoking problem and an ex-wife problem, you were sure of that, but anything else was a mystery to you.

“Heard it around town,” Eddie shrugged. “I didn’t think that Carver could make something as pretty as you. You don’t even have his big ears or anything.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, and you covered your mouth as you smiled. “Dad does have big ears,” you said softly. You almost missed how Eddie had complimented you, and you pushed your hair behind your ear as you chewed your lip. “But Dad’s fucked up, and I’m really pissed.”

“What did he do?” Eddie asked, puffing on his cigarette again. “Took away your vape or something?”

“I’m not that shallow,” you huffed. “It’s just that… It’s a little stupid. I mean, it’s a lot stupid, it’s the stupidest thing in the world, but, umm, I have a bunch of friends that are going to Paris for their graduation trip, and Dad said that I could go, but, tonight, he just hit me with this whole thing of, like, ‘oh, it’s too expensive, we just bought you the Porsche’, but I didn’t ask for the Porsche and he told me I could go before he even bought me the stupid car, and I’m just—”

“Hey, easy,” Eddie said, reaching out and putting a hand on your shoulder. “Take a breath. So, he told you that you could go on this trip, but now he’s saying you can’t?”

“And he promised me!” you whined. “He said I could go, but now he’s-he’s being such a dick! He said that he can’t afford the trip and the car, but I didn’t even want the car in the first place! It’s not fair!”

“Oh, sweetheart, calm down,” Eddie said, and he steered you into his trailer, shutting the door with his foot once you had crossed in. The trailer was messy but clean, smelling like laundry soap and cigarette smoke, and Eddie fell back onto his couch and patted the empty space next to him, inviting you down. You knew that, once you sat next to him, your plan would fully be in motion, and your heart beat quickly. “C’mon, sit down, tell me all about it.”

“Aren’t you angry I’m bothering you this late?” you mumbled.

“Not angry,” Eddie said. “I’m just… Your dad pretty much ruined my life in high school, and it’s petty of me, but I wanna make sure you know that you’re not alone. Your dad’s been a bully since day one, and it’s not fair, you’re right. If he promised you something like this and then rolled back his promise, that’s not fair. But, sweetheart, I mean this in the nicest way, but you’re also acting like a huge fuckin’ brat.”

“I am not!” you said quickly. “You just said it, you agree it’s not fair!”

“Yeah, but why’re you here?” Eddie asked. “You couldn’t, like, call one of your friends to cry about it? You had to come to me? Baby, I was asleep, it’s one in the fucking morning.”

“Well, God, sorry it took me so long to get ready!” you snapped.

“Get ready for what?” Eddie asked. “Don’t tell me you did all of this—” he wagged his finger up and down your body, obviously talking about your dress and shaved legs and perfect makeup, “Just to come out to the trailer park to talk to me.”

“Alright, I won’t tell you,” you said quickly. Eddie’s eyes widened for a moment, and he started to ruefully laugh, pushing himself up from the couch.

“I see what this is,” he said. “You’re pissed at your dad, so you think that if you, I don’t know, sleep with me or something, you’ll be getting back at him. Right?” He looked at you, and you clenched your back teeth. He had hit the nail directly on the head, but you didn’t want to give yourself away that easily. What’s the fun in that?

“I just wanted to talk to someone else who understands how awful my dad is,” you spat. “I’m not a slut, Mr. Munson! And you’re more than twice my age, probably three times my age, I bet you can’t even fuck anymore anyway! As if I’d wanna fuck a freak like you!”

“A freak, huh?” Eddie said. “Apple fell in a straight line from the tree.”

“Fuck you,” you seethed. Now he was seriously making you mad. “I am nothing like my dad.”

“Oh, really?” Eddie asked, narrowing his eyes. “‘Cause all I see in front of me is a little princess who’s throwing a tantrum ‘cause she didn’t get her way. Aw, the rich girl can’t go to Paris with her friends ‘cause Daddy bought her a Porsche? Boo-fucking-hoo, cry me a river, sweetheart. Your dad got everything he ever wanted, and you’re exactly like him.”

“Fuck you,” you said again, and hot tears needled at your eyes. No. No crying in front of him. Absolutely not.

“Is that all you can think about?” Eddie asked. “Fucking me?”

You huffed and stood up, stepping forward to leave and to try to forget the entire interaction, but Eddie’s inked hand shot out and grabbed your arm. His grip was tight, his eyes dark and hard, and he rolled his cigarette in-between his lips. “Wait just a second, baby,” Eddie said. “Listen, you are being a little princess and a brat and a total pain in the ass, but… I’d be lying if I told you that you weren’t a pretty little thing. Sometimes I wonder how Carver’s daughter could be so pretty, then I remember you’re also Chrissy’s kid. God, baby, I had such a crush on your mom in high school.”

“Ew,” you sneered. “You’re gonna fuck me ‘cause I look like my mom?”

“No,” Eddie said. “I’m gonna fuck you ‘cause I know it’ll make your dad so angry, it’ll probably kill him.”

“So you are gonna fuck me?” you asked.

“You’re 18?” Eddie asked, and you nodded. “Show me your license.”

“I’m not lying,” you said, but Eddie raised his eyebrows at you. “Fuck, fine.” You tugged your wallet out of a pocket on your jacket and flipped it to show him your driver’s license, and he scoured it until he found your birthday. Eighteen, as of five months ago. Questionable, sure, but not illegal.

“Are you on the pill?” Eddie asked next, and he shifted to stub out his cigarette in a nearby ashtray.

“Yeah,” you said, then hesitated before you added, “And I brought condoms.”

“Of course you did,” Eddie chuckled. “This was your plan all along, huh? I fuckin’ knew it.”

“Okay, can you blame me?” you asked. “I just… I’m really pissed at him, and I know how badly you wanna get back at him too.”

“You don’t have to convince me anymore, baby,” Eddie said. “You’re not a virgin, are you?”

“Virginity is such bullshit,” you said. “It’s a social construct meant to cage and restrain people—”

“You can knock it off with the morality lesson, kid,” Eddie said, and you felt a gush of wetness cover your thighs. Why did him calling you kid turn you on so badly? “‘Cause I’m not fucking you if you’ve never had sex before.”

“I-I have,” you stuttered, and your cheeks flamed with embarrassment as Eddie raised his eyebrows at you. “I have!”

“What was his name?” Eddie asked.

“You wouldn’t know him,” you said quickly, and Eddie laughed.

“His name, baby,” Eddie said. “If you’ve fucked a guy before, you should be able to tell me his name.”

“John Sinclair,” you said finally, after a few long moments of silence.

Eddie started for a moment. “Sinclair?” he said. “Lucas’s kid?”

“Oh, God, don’t tell me you know his dad too,” you groaned.

“We all went to high school together,” Eddie explained. “Sinclair was in my DnD club. Is Max this John kid’s mom?”

“Yeah, his mom’s named Maxine,” you said. “What’s DnD?”

“Way to make me feel old,” Eddie mumbled. “If I go up to him and ask him if you guys have fucked, he’ll say yes?”

“Yeah,” you said. “He will, I promise. It was right after prom last year, he was my friend’s date—”

“Oh, wow,” Eddie laughed. “Fucking the friend’s date, not even your own. Jesus Christ, you’re just used to getting what you want, aren’t you?”

“Can you blame me?” you asked, batting your eyelashes at him.

“No, baby,” Eddie grinned. “Guess I can’t.”

And with that, he leaned down and grabbed you by the sides of your face, and he kissed you. You squeaked with the taste of him, all cigarettes and skin and man, and you grabbed hard at his shoulders, letting him slide his tongue between your glossy lips. Sure, John had been nice to you and respected you when he had taken your virginity in the back of his car, but you didn’t want Eddie to respect you. You wanted him to fuck you, to leave bruises and hickies that your dad would see and ask about. You wanted Eddie to take out 40 years of anger against your dad on you. “Mr. Munson,” you gasped, your tits swelling with breath and pressing against his chest. “Fuck me, please.”

“I will, princess,” Eddie said softly. His hands fell from your face and traveled down to your hips, stopping for a moment to squeeze and paw at your tits, and he finally rucked up your dress and huffed out a laugh. “No panties? And you say you’re not a slut.”

“I’m not,” you whined, and Eddie laughed.

“Seems like you are,” Eddie said. “Coming to my place, chasing older cock just to make your dad upset. Sure seems like something a slut would do.”

“I’m not a slut,” you told him, but you were struck quiet when his big, inked hand cupped your wet pussy, letting his middle finger pass along your slit.

“So fucking wet,” Eddie whispered. “You like to fight, don’t you? Gets you all hot and bothered, huh?”

“All the better for you,” you replied, and Eddie landed a kiss on your neck.

“Yeah, fuckin’ better for me,” Eddie said. “You’re gonna be so good, I know it. Get on the bed, baby, take off your dress.”

You toed out of your sneakers and did as he told you, traveling to the back of the trailer to a half-open door. You pushed it open and looked at the room for a moment— clothes everywhere, a vintage guitar hanging on the wall— before you focused on the large bed, and you sat down and smoothed your skirt over your thighs. Eddie followed you in, kicking the door closed, and his hand drifted down to his crotch, palming himself through his plaid pajama bottoms. “I told you to take off your dress,” he said.

“I want you to do it,” you said. “Daddy.”

“Oh, yeah?” Eddie asked. “Girl’s got daddy issues, huh?”

“F’course I do,” you shrugged. “Look at who my dad is.”

“I don’t wanna,” Eddie said. “All I wanna look at is your pretty little face as I pound into you. Or maybe I wanna look at the back of your head. I haven’t decided yet.”

“Better make up your mind quick,” you told him, slipping off your jean jacket and dropping it on the edge of the bed. “As long as you mark me up.”

“You want marks?” Eddie asked. “You want all those hickies and marks and everything? Want me to be rough with ya?”

“Yeah,” you told him, slipping the straps of your dress off of your shoulders slowly, teasingly. “As rough as you want.”

“What if I don’t wanna be rough?” Eddie asked. He knelt on the bed, his big thighs caging around your waist, the bulge in his pants inches from your face, and your mouth watered at the smell of him. “What if I just wanna treat you nice and be all gentle and cute with you?”

“You don’t want that,” you told him. “You wanna ruin me.”

“I sure do,” Eddie said. “You suck cock good?”

“Not really,” you mumbled. “Only ever done it once before.”

“John?” Eddie asked, and you nodded. “And that kid was probably just happy to have your mouth on his dick, he wouldn’t tell you if you were doing bad. Want me to teach you?”

“Just want you inside me,” you told him. Eddie was holding his dick now, and the shadow of it inside his pants was driving you crazy. The outline was big, intimidatingly so, and you reached out and hooked your thumbs in the elastic of his pants, tugging it down to let his cock free. He was half-hard, his cock extra-thick and heavy, the thatch of hair at the base showing grey and black, just like the long curls that he pushed behind his shoulder. His balls were thick too, hanging deliciously, and you sucked your lip between your teeth as your mouth watered even more. You had never had the desire to suck dick before, not even with John— you had really only done it because he asked for you to— but something about Eddie’s thick, cut length made a fire erupt in your belly.

“What’s this?” you asked, your eyes locking on a small silver ball protruding from the head of his cock. “Is your… Do you have a…?”

“It’s called a Prince Albert,” Eddie explained. “Got it so long ago… You probably weren’t even alive yet.”

“Did it hurt?” you asked, cringing slightly at the thought of it.

“A little,” Eddie shrugged. “But it looks good, doesn’t it?”

“Looks really good,” you mumbled. “Looks… Looks really yummy.”

“Oh, yeah?” Eddie chuckled. “You wanna suck it?”

“Yeah,” you whispered, and you instantly wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, feeling the warmth of the metal ball bearing of the piercing against your tongue. Eddie jolted, his cock throbbing in your mouth, and a tattooed hand grabbed at your hair quickly.

“Fuck, baby!” Eddie laughed. “Gettin’ right to it, huh?”

You nodded, letting your tongue swirl along the piercing greedily, and you took more of him in your mouth, feeling him harden in the soft warmth of your mouth. He took a heavy breath and groaned softly as you started to suck on him, hollowing your cheeks to tighten around him, and your clit throbbed as you watched him lean his head back, the inked skin on his throat stretching as he did. “Good fuckin’ girl,” Eddie whispered. “Take me deeper, baby.”

You let his cock fall from your mouth, a string of spit connecting your bottom lip to his piercing, and you gasped in for air. “Don’t think I can,” you told him. “You’re just too big, Mr. Munson.”

“Jesus Christ, call me Eddie,” he chuckled breathlessly. “I think we’re past the whole ‘mister’ business.”

“Alright,” you agreed, and you tugged his pants down a little further before you captured his cock in your hand, slowly jerking him off as your lips went to his fat balls, kissing them gently and kitten-licking at the seam of them.

“Yeah, baby, lick my balls,” Eddie mumbled. “Fuckin’ bitch of an ex-wife wouldn’t go near them, s’like she was allergic or some shit. Suck on ‘em a little, show me how much you love ‘em.”

You took one of his balls between your lips, stroking his shaft as you sucked gently on him. Eddie moaned softly, almost like he was afraid of you hearing, and your pussy tingled at the sound. Your free hand fell down your body and went up your dress, and you rubbed at your clit, trying to get any pleasure as you switched to his other testicle, sucking on it as well.

“Touching your clit?” Eddie asked, and you nodded, flashing your best doe eyes up at him as you suckled at his sack. He leaned back, drawing himself from your mouth, and you whimpered as you started to chase him back. You weren’t done yet. You wanted to always have his cock or balls in your mouth, you wanted nothing more than that, but Eddie had other ideas. He quickly dragged his shirt over his head, exposing his inked chest to you, and his hands went to your dress, tugging it up over your head and off of your body. You were completely naked for him, your body thrumming with excited energy, and he grabbed at your hips, kneading your skin between his hands.

“God, baby,” he said. “Your body’s a fuckin’ A. Perfect tits, perfect ass, perfect pussy… Open up your legs, let me see you.”

“I-I shaved,” you told him. “I didn’t know how you liked it.”

“I can see that,” Eddie laughed. “For future reference, I like it however you like it. Whatever you wanna do with your body, that’s your business. I’m just here to fuck you.”

“How feminist of you,” you giggled.

“I’m nothing if not a people pleaser,” Eddie said with a wink. “Open your legs, I need to put my fingers inside you.”

“Oh, wow,” you rolled your eyes. “So romantic.”

“Well, if my fingers don’t fit, how is my dick supposed to?” Eddie asked, and he was right. His fingers were thick, all inked up with barbed wire on his top knuckles and various little drawings of candles and crosses and skulls and hearts on his lower knuckles, and you wanted them inside you so badly.

“Right,” you said. You carefully opened your legs, exposing your sopping wet cunt to him, and Eddie moaned at the sight of it.

“Look at that,” he said. “All wet and I haven’t even touched you yet.”

His fingers danced from your hip to your pussy, and he lightly traced the lips of your cunt before he pressed his middle finger, all inked up with a skull, inside you. You gasped and grabbed at his hair, squeezing your eyes shut, and you moaned softly at the stretch. God, his finger was deliciously thick inside you, and you weren’t sure how you were meant to take more than one, let alone take his cock. “God, Eddie,” you whimpered. “So big.”

“I know, baby,” Eddie told you. “Poor thing, can’t even take my fingers. You’re gonna be so tight, it’ll be so fucking good.”

His second finger nudged your hole, threatening to slip inside you, and you tugged on his grey and black hair, earning you a breathy chuckle. “Found my weakness,” Eddie told you, his cock rising up to rest against his tattooed belly. “Fucking love having my hair pulled.”

“Really?” you asked, and Eddie shoved his second finger in. You groaned at the burn of the stretch of your velvet walls around him, and he instantly started to curl his fingers up, searching for that magic spot inside you. “Eddie, it hurts.”

“Aw,” Eddie pouted. “Can’t take it?”

‘No,” you said quickly. “I-I can take it. Just hurts.”

“If you need me to stop, just let me know,” Eddie told you. “Alright? I might be a mean old bitch, but I care about you.”

“You’re not mean,” you told him. “Or old. Or a bitch.”

Eddie laughed. “Honey,” he started. “I’m 56 years old. I think that’s on the other side of middle-aged. I’m about to be geriatric.”

“That’s not old, though,” you countered. “It’s not like you’re, like, 80 or whatever.”

“That’s your cut-off?” Eddie asked. “If someone’s 80, you won’t fuck them?”

“Yeah, that’s my cut-off,” you laughed, and Eddie groaned softly.

“When you laugh, your pussy gets tighter,” he mumbled. His fingers were still moving inside you, thrusting in and out and fucking you as he curled his fingers up, and the silver ring on his middle finger pressed up against you with every thrust. He was quick it with, fucking you on his hand faster than you had ever imagined, and you tugged his hair again and whined and whimpered as he finally drove home in that spot inside you.

“Fuck, Eddie!” you cried as your legs shook. “Fuck me, Eddie!”

“Hey,” Eddie said sharply, and he grabbed you by the chin hard. “Not so loud. Don’t want you waking up half the trailer park ‘cause you don’t know how to shut the fuck up.”

“I can shut up,” you told him quickly. “I can, I promise.”

“We’ll see about that,” Eddie said slyly. He looked down at you, where your pussy swallowed his fingers, and he said, “Fuck it.” He quickly withdrew his fingers from you, earning him a hiss at the sudden emptiness, and he stripped off his pants to be fully naked for you. You were right before; he had tattoos everywhere, lining his legs and hips and sides, and you smiled at the small devil illustration he had just above his pubes. “You ready, baby?”

“Yeah,” you said. “Don’t forget about those marks.”

“Oh, baby, I haven’t forgotten,” Eddie said. “Just thinkin’ about where all I wanna give ‘em to you.”

“On my neck,” you told him, and Eddie swooped down, attaching to your throat in an instant. He bit at your skin, sucking it between his teeth and breaking the small blood vessels under your skin, and he only stopped when you mewled in pain. When he pulled away, he grinned down at his work, and he said, “I’ve gotta get inside you, my dick’s gonna fall off if I don’t.”

“You dick won’t fall off,” you said with a roll of your eyes, and Eddie just smiled.

“Wanna bet?” he asked as he nudged your legs open wider, and he worked up a mouthful before he spit down on your waiting pussy. He took his cock in his hand and used the pierced head to spread his spit around, and you gasped at his piercing caught on your hole, still all open and throbbing for him.

“Oh my God,” you mumbled. “Oh, fuck, just fuck me.”

Without another moment of waiting, Eddie pushed his cock inside you, letting you adjust to just the size of his head, and your head fell back. You had never felt anything like this before, anything so big and perfect, and the piercing dragged against your gummy walls as he pushed in even further. You worried that the piercing would hurt, but it was the thing you enjoyed the most about him, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him deeper. “More,” you told him, digging your nails into his shoulders. “More, Daddy, more.”

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Eddie chuckled. “That shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does.”

“Turns me on too,” you told him.

“Man, you’ve got some serious daddy issues,” Eddie laughed as his balls hit your ass, fully inside you. You felt like the breath had been pushed your of your lungs and you struggled for a breath, and you couldn’t stop the fuzzy feeling in your head as Eddie started to withdraw, fucking you slowly. “Next thing you know, you’re gonna be asking me for the money to go to Paris.”

“Daddy,” you whimpered, lifting your hips to meet his thrust in, and you gasped in pain as he buried himself so deep inside you, his head kissed your cervix. “Fuck, ow.”

“Oh, Jesus, you okay?” Eddie asked. “Do we need to stop?”

“No, it’s not your fault,” you told him, wincing at the pain. “Fuck, that just hurt really bad.”

“What did I do?” Eddie asked. “Is it the piercing? I can take it out really quick if you want—”

“Eddie—”

“Yeah, let me do that, hang on just a tick—”

“Eddie!” you laughed, dragging him down into a messy kiss to shut him up. For as rough and gruff as he was acting before, he let his true self shine through for just a moment, and you saw the guy in those yearbook pictures from back in ‘86, smiling and throwing up devil horns. He was just a goofball, plain and simple, and that wasn’t something that people grew out of. He cared about you, even if it was just for the night. He readjusted his arms around you, holding you close to his chest, and you felt his erratic heartbeat against your chest. “Hit me.”

“What?” Eddie asked, breaking the kiss abruptly.

“This is getting too lovey and soft,” you told him. “You’re supposed to be hatefucking me ‘cause I’m Jason Carver’s daughter. Remember? You’re supposed to be taking out your anger on me. You promised that you’d fuck me and not make stupid love to me, so do it. Hit me.”

“I don’t wanna mess up your pretty face,” Eddie protested. He still fucked you as he spoke, going slow and shallow, and you frowned.

“Oh, so you’re breaking your promise to me too?” you asked. “First, it was Dad and Paris, and now it’s you. I thought you were better than that.”

“Fuckin’ low blow, sweetheart,” Eddie chuckled darkly. “You don’t know what you’re asking for, wanting me to be rougher.”

“Do your worst,” you bit at him with a wicked smile, and Eddie’s dark eyes went black, setting his jaw.

“Fine,” he said flatly. “Was gonna take it easy on you, but you don’t leave me any choice.”

He slapped you, hard, across the cheek, forcing your head to the side, and you gasped in pain as your cheek lit aflame. “Oh, shut up,” Eddie snapped. “You wanted rough, you’re getting rough. And don’t you fuckin’ complain either, you wanted this.”

“Fuck, Daddy,” you whimpered, and you held on as Eddie started to fuck you harder. He was deep inside you, but not enough to hurt you again, and you peered over his shoulder to see a small mirror hanging on the back of the door. You watched as his lithe body moved, his taut ass flexing with every fuck inside you, your heels digging into his buttocks, but your eyes were glued to the giant bat that covered his back, the wings crawling up the back of his neck and into his hair.

“Nuh-uh,” Eddie said venomously, grabbing hard at your throat. “Call me Master.”

“Master?” you repeated, and Eddie nodded.

“It’s an old song from when I was in high school,” Eddie said. “Come crawling faster, obey your master… Whatever. Doesn’t matter.”

“Yes, Master,” you said, and Eddie smiled.

“God, you’re so good,” he told you. “You like when I tell you you’re good?”

“Yeah,” you said softly, and Eddie pulled out of you. He used a strength that you didn’t think he had to throw you onto your stomach, manhandling your hips in the air as he sent a hard smack to your asscheek. It hurt, not as much as your face did, but you jolted anyway, crying out. “Make it hurt, Master, please!”

His palm cracked against your ass again, and you mewled, pushing your ass out further to him. “Got a little pain kink too, huh?” Eddie asked. “Praise and pain, you’re doing so good for me, gonna make me cum so hard, sweetheart.”

He used one hand to slide himself back inside your slick and waiting pussy, and his other hand tangled in your hair and tugged your head up. You were face to face with that mirror, forced to watch yourself get fucked, and you laughed, watching Eddie in the mirror. The hand in your hair readjusted to your throat, grabbing you hard and pressing his thumb into the vein on the side, and he used the leverage to fuck you hard. The angle was new, a lot better than the old one, and you moaned in time with his thrusts.

“Yeah, this perfect pussy…” Eddie muttered, smacking your ass again. “Sucking me right in. You’re so good, y’know, most perfect pussy I’ve ever had.”

“Thanks,” you giggled, and Eddie smacked your ass again.

“Love the way it bounces back against me,” he told you. “Fuckin’ fat ass you’ve got, fuck. Might have to keep you, won’t let you go to Paris or anywhere.”

“Keep me,” you gasped. “Mark me, make me yours! Please!”

“You said you’re on the pill, right?” Eddie asked, and you gave him a quick “uh-huh”. “Good girl. Gonna cum inside you when we get there.”

“Alright,” you giggled. You felt euphoric as Eddie fucked you, all the chemicals in your body making you smile and laugh, and you shrieked when his hand came to your clit, rubbing it in quick, small, focused strokes. “Master!”

“Aw, your legs are already shaking,” Eddie cooed. “You gonna cum? My fat cock too much for you?”

“Just so big,” you cried. The knot in your belly was bordering on splitting, electricity running up the back of your thighs and into the soles of your feet and the very top of your tummy, and your arms gave out from under you. Only your ass remained in the air, and Eddie dropped your throat from his tight grip in order to grab your hips and shove you back onto his cock. It took your breath away, and you whimpered into the bedsheets as he pounded into you. The bed underneath you creaked loudly, obviously never having seen this level of action before, and the sounds of it hitting your ears made you feel funny. It was ugly and slick, sticky and wet, smack-smack-smack of his heavy balls hitting your clit with every fuck, but it was the best thing you had ever heard. “Master! Wanna cum, let me cum!”

“You think you deserve it?” Eddie asked. “You’ve been a big fuckin’ brat tonight. I don’t think you deserve to cum. I think I oughta fuck you until the sun rises and Chrissy and Jason notice you’re gone. Haven’t they noticed yet?”

“Th-They’re probably asleep,” you stuttered out. “They would have called me if they noticed.”

“Well, let’s see,” Eddie said, and he reached behind him for your phone, tugging it out of the pocket of your jean jacket. “Fuck, I’m not wearing my glasses, I can’t see this tiny writing…”

“Alright, Grandpa,” you chuckled, and Eddie grabbed your hair and tugged hard, making you yelp.

“Keep that attitude and I won’t let you cum,” he snapped quickly. “Missed call from Daddy. Missed call from Mom. Text from Daddy: Where are you? Another missed call from Daddy. Another text: Just called Tara’s mom, you’re not there. Come home now or you’re grounded. Another text: Is this about Paris? Jesus Christ, get a clue, Jason. Guess we don’t have any time to waste, do we?”

“Please stop talking about my dad,” you panted, anxiety growing in your chest. So what? Dad takes your keys away from you? You’ll hitch a ride to school. Takes away your computer, your phone? None of it mattered. You weren’t going to Paris like he promised. “It’s a real turn-off.”

“Whatever you say, baby,” Eddie told you with a small sigh.

“Are you sad this is ending?” you chuckled. “Aw, Eddie.”

“Don’t aw at me,” he said. “I’m still your master, baby, and I will be until I cum.”

“Even after, I bet,” you told him. “I bet, the moment I call you, you’ll come running.”

“You bet I will,” Eddie laughed. “Sweet pussy like this, I’ll do whatever you want me to if it means I get to fuck you again.”

“You old perv,” you smiled, and Eddie smacked your ass one more time.

“Yeah, but I’m the old perv that you fucked,” Eddie chuckled. “I’m about to cum, baby, and I want you to cum first.”

“An old perv and a gentleman,” you said, and Eddie rolled his eyes.

“What can I say? Mama raised me right,” Eddie said. His hand resumed its quick rotations on your clit, and that electricity returned, and you yelped as the pleasure returned full-force.

“Master,” you whined. “Wanna cum, please.”

“You’ve been a pretty good girl,” Eddie considered. “Been a little brat, but not naughty. You can cum, baby, cum all over my cock, make it all messy.”

“Fuck!” you cried. “Eddie, oh my God!”

“C’mon, baby,” Eddie said. “Good girl, c’mon.”

You grabbed the bedsheets hard enough that you thought they might rip, and you came suddenly and hard. Your whole body shook as you pushed back onto Eddie, trying to get him deeper, and Eddie groaned as your cunt went tight as you came. “Fuck, honey, just like that,” Eddie said, and he reached up, rubbing your back as you gasped for air. Your head felt fuzzy and your body gave out underneath Eddie, and, luckily, you didn’t have to wait long for Eddie to finish.

You felt him painting your walls almost in time with you, a deep moan drawing from his chest as he filled you to the brim with his hot, thick semen. “Fuck, yeah, baby,” he said on shaky breaths, and he molded his front to your back, breathing in time with you. “Don’t wanna move.”

“Then don’t,” you whispered. His weight on you felt good, like the best weighted blanket you had ever had, and you clutched a pillow to your face as Eddie started to slowly kiss your neck, his lips resting just against your pulse-point.

“Was that good for you, sweetheart?” Eddie whispered, and you nodded, humming softly.

“So good,” you whispered.

“You wanna stay ‘til morning?” Eddie asked. “I make a mean fried egg.”

“Yeah,” you mumbled. You searched the bed for your phone as Eddie got up, and you quickly tapped out a message to your dad as Eddie redressed and retrieved his cigarettes from the front room: hey dad, i’m fine, just staying at a friend’s. you really upset me and i couldn’t stand being in the house with you. we can talk tomorrow when i get home.

“Who’re you texting?” Eddie asked as he went to his closet, and he pulled out a t-shirt and a pair of pajama pants and tossed them in your direction.

“My dumb dad,” you said. “Telling him I’ll be home tomorrow.”

“Cool,” Eddie said. He sighed as he laid down next to you, and you tugged the shirt over your head as you curled up into his side.

“Thanks for… This,” you said softly. “It means a lot.”

“I know, sweetheart,” Eddie said, drawing at his cigarette. “Go to sleep, you’ve got a big day tomorrow.”

And he was right. When you woke up, Eddie was already awake, the hood of your car opened as he fooled around inside it, grease up to his elbows. The morning was cold as you stepped outside, frost biting under your feet, and you called, “Eds? What’re you doing?”

“You said your car made a funny noise when it starts up,” Eddie said.

“When did I say that?” you asked, wrinkling your nose.

“At the top of the night,” Eddie told you. “You hadn’t even come inside yet.”

“Neither had you,” you said with a smile, and Eddie rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, well, your connector cables are corroded,” he said. “Your battery is all fucked up. I’m not sure how your car even started to get you here.”

“Oh,” you mumbled. “Can you fix it?”

“Not here,” Eddie said. “I’d have to take it into the shop, call a tow truck to bring it in. It’ll probably be $300 to fix it, too.”

“My dad will pay it,” you told him easily.

“Or, you could trade this piece of shit in,” Eddie offered with a chuckle. “Maybe then you could go to Paris.”

“How am I supposed to get home?” you asked. “I told Dad I’d be home soon.”

“I can drive you,” Eddie offered. He wiped his hands on a towel that hung from his shoulder, and the flame of attraction grew in your belly again. How had you never seen it before? Eddie was hot. “I mean, I’m headed into town anyway. I bet you guys live in Loch Nora, huh?”

“Yeah,” you said. “Umm, thanks.”

“No problem, baby,” Eddie said. “Just give me some sugar and we’re square.”

“Sure thing,” you giggled, and you threw your arms around Eddie’s neck and kissed him softly. He chuckled and grabbed your hips as he kissed you back, and you smiled into his mouth.

The drive was pretty quiet, all things considered. His van was nice, as far as vans went, and metal music played quietly from the speakers. He held a hand on your thigh as he drove, and he said, “You’re still wearing my clothes.”

“Yeah,” you said. “Didn’t feel like putting my dress back on.”

“I’ll need those back, y’know,” Eddie said. “I only have so many shirts that aren’t stained with grease.”

“I’ll give them back,” you told him. “Maybe later today when I see you at the shop.”

He rolled up in your driveway, and you sat and stared at the house for a moment before the front door opened and your dad stepped out. “Look at me,” Eddie mumbled, and he put his hand on your face and gently turned your face to see him. “You’ve got hickies on your neck, a handprint on your throat, and you can hardly sit ‘cause your ass is all bruised up. Want me to give you another hickey real quick?”

“No, it’s fine,” you told him. “Maybe a kiss?”

“Gotta show off for your dad,” Eddie smirked, and he leaned in and kissed you softly.

“Kiss me like you mean it,” you mumbled against him. “Master.”

“Fuck, honey,” Eddie said. “Making my dick twitch.” His hand softly cupped your cheek as he kissed you harder, and his tongue snaked inside your mouth. He tasted just the same as last night, and you grinned into the kiss.

“Alright,” you said, and you gathered your things before you jumped out of the van, slamming the door shut and waving at him. “Bye, Eddie!”

“Eddie?” your dad shouted. “Eddie Munson? Why’s Eddie Munson dropping you off at 8AM?”

“My car broke down again,” you told him, brushing past him and into the house.

“And you called Eddie to pick you up?” your dad asked.

“No, I was already at his place,” you said casually, and you watched your father’s eyes widen as he finally saw you fully, the marks on your neck and your clothing.

“You didn’t,” your dad said, his eyes narrowing. “You wouldn’t.”

“I wouldn’t what?” you asked. “I wouldn’t sleep with the guy you bullied in high school? I might; who’s to say?”

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Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

My Favorite Customer

Summary: You’ve been buying weed from your new dealer for a few months now. Always leaving it in your mailbox while you’re at work, you two never cross paths until one Friday night when you come home early.

word count: 3k

Warnings: None really besides some kissing at the end. This just a little meet cute with our favorite weed dealer. (Not meant to be a series, just a fluffy one shot) mentions of weed obviously.

A/N: I missed Eddie and this idea came to me based off my real life of buying weed from my weed man for over a year. Have yet to come face to face with him, but there’s always weed in my mailbox when I need it lol. For my twin @boomhauer and thank you @superblysubpar for helping me find my Eddie voice again.

Lifting up the lid of your mailbox, the smirk that tugs at your lips can’t be stopped when a fresh bag of weed sits inside, his usual hand written note attached making your face hot. You look both ways before snatching the eighth quickly scuffling back into your apartment like you were hiding a pound of cocaine and not just enough green to last you a few days.

It had been like this for a while with Eddie. You’d call him up by the number given to you from Robin who swore up and down that he was the best.

You remember thinking his voice was cute the first time you heard it, and you started to wonder if he thought the same after the third call. A flirty edge hidden behind his words every time he’d pick up and realize it was you.

“Ahhh my favorite customer.” He’d tease starting to get these calls multiple times a week.

It wasn’t your intention to never meet Eddie, it’s just how it always seemed to happen. That first time you talked he could hear the desperation in your voice. The stress from the move here and starting your new full time job fresh out of high school, he could tell you needed to relax. Rattling off times he could come by, none of them ever lining up to match with yours.

“You got a mailbox or somewhere I could stash it?” He finally gave in after exhausting almost every other option.

“You’d do that?” You couldn’t help but be embarrassed by the obvious excitement in your voice and he just laughed.

“If the money’s there sweetheart, why not?” The nickname made your heart skip a beat biting your lip to try and hide your smile.

You don’t even know what he looks like.

So this is how it started playing out after that, you’d call with your order and he’d make you blush every time he’d kick the flirting up to ten.

Instantly comforted by his mellow voice, you found yourself looking forward to those few minutes so much that you weren’t sure if the amount you were smoking was from stress or from just wanting to hear his voice again. Then he started adding little notes to your deliveries and now you were almost positive it was the second.

His sloppy handwriting started appearing on each bag with the word ‘favorite’ always scribbled at the top.

Cheeks heating up the first time it showed up, you couldn’t stop trying to imagine what he looked like. Too scared to ask Robin, you knew she’d just follow your intrigue with a line of questioning of her own.

Settling for the vague faceless man you’d conjured up in your clever mind. You let the memory of his voice be the thing that secretly encouraged the movements of your fingers between your thighs every night.

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Friday morning had you waking up with a smile, your stash low enough to do the thing you’d been thinking about since you hung up the last time. Taking a deep breath you dialed his number that you now had completely memorized. It only rings three times before his voice fills your end of the receiver.

“Is this who I think it is calling me this early in the morning?” The grin in his voice is evident when he answers.

Shuffling your feet nervously, the smile on your own face was starting to make your cheeks hurt.

“Do you always answer the phone like this?” You wonder if he can hear yours too.

“Only if I know it’s you.”his tone sends a shiver up your spine, legs pressing together on their own accord.

“And how’d you know that it was me Eddie?” You draw out his name sweetly, silently squealing when you hear the hitch in his breathing from it.

“Because sweetheart, you’re the only one who calls this early for weed.” catching the way he almost whispers the last part, you hear a gruff voice in the background.

“Boy if you don’t leave soon!”

“Sorry, is that a problem? I just wanted to catch you before it was too late.” The urge to crawl in a hole is strong as you slap your palm on your forehead.

Your eagerness to talk to him becoming more than obvious, the man yelling at him in the background definitely wasn’t helping your new bashfulness.

“Pshh are you kidding me? I love it. Get to start the morning off talking to my favorite girl.” He lays his response on thicker than syrup. Your palms start to sweat noting the way he didn’t say customer for the first time.

Your embarrassment subsides for a split second before the voice from before cuts in again.

“If I get another call that you were late again, boy I swear to -“

The line shuffles on the other end and all you can hear is the sounds muffled arguing before another loud rustle, his voice returning with more irritation in it than you’d ever heard before.

“You want the usual?” He’s short when he answers and you know it’s not supposed to be directed at you, but you can’t help but squirm.

“Y- yeah if that’s okay?” You didn’t mean to give yourself away by stumbling over your words, but when you do Eddie makes a quick recovery.

“More than, listen you have a good day at work today Sweetheart. I really gotta go, but check your mailbox when you get home.” Hanging up before you get a chance to finish saying goodbye you hear Eddie yell “I”m leaving alright?!”

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Work was exceptionally slow for a Friday night, the unexpected thunderstorm that rolled through killed any possibility of a dinner rush. Cutting you less than half way through your shift, your giddy excitement couldn’t be contained. Friday evenings had become non-existent since you started at Enzo’s. So when the opportunity to actually have one came around you couldn’t turn it down. Stopping at Family Video on your way home, Robin helped you pick out something she swore was good while you did your best to ignore the eyes her friend Steve was giving you.

Strumming your fingers against the steering wheel while you listened to Kiss a little too loud, the heavy rain turned into something less than a light drizzle as your tires splashed through puddles. Planning out your evening alone you didn't even think of what this could mean as you pulled into your parking spot hours earlier than normal.

Too caught up in trying to land the notes to I Was Made For Loving You, you didn’t see the van parked in front of your small complex. Head in the clouds with the possibilities of the night mixed with your bad habit of looking down when you walked, you didn’t see who was right in front of you. The sound of the voice you’d been daydreaming for months about cuts through your mumbled singing. Stomach dropping to the floor when you hear

“Son of a bitch.”

Freezing in place, your eyes slowly trail up towards your front door. Standing at almost six feet tall was a curly haired metal head. Mumbling profanities as he struggled against the lid of your mailbox, his jacket looked caught on something. Broad shoulders covered by a battle vest adorned with a giant Dio patch, you still couldn’t see what his face looked like as he struggled with the sleeve of the leather jacket beneath. Taking in his ripped black jeans and scuffed white Reebok’s, your heart was already threatening to beat out of your chest. If his face was cute, you knew you’d be fucked.

A few more violent tugs of his arm, he finally breaks free as your mailbox creaks dangerously close to coming unhinged off the brick wall. His zippers jingle as he shakes out his wrist, flipping up a ring clad middle finger he chuckles proudly to himself before turning around. Big brown eyes meet yours like a deer in headlights, so cute they punch the air out of our lungs.

Yeah, you were fucked.

Brows furrowed under messy bangs his eyes go from your stunned face down to the keys in your hand with your VHS tape before he takes in your frame. Catching the way they linger just long enough to still be polite. He meets your shocked stare as something clicks in his head. A dimple filled smile pushes past his plush lips, yours threatening to do just the same at the sight.

“Eddie?” Surprised you were able to get his name out of your mouth, his face seems to light up even more as his suspicions were confirmed.

“That depends.” Rocking on his heels he crosses his arms over his chest “Favorite, is that you? Cause boy, you’re even cuter than you sound.”

Blood rushing to your cheeks hearing your nickname in person like this, you suck your bottom lip between your teeth at his compliment.

“That depends.” Looking up at him from under your lashes the dimples in his cheeks deepen at your response.

Twirling one of his curls over his lip, you notice all of his rings “What if it’s your favorite weed dealer?”

Cuter than anything you could have conjured up in your mind you were silently scolding yourself for not meeting him sooner. Straightening your shoulders a little you take a few strides closer to him, watching as his eyes don’t try to hide as they take all of you in.

“I’m sure you call all the girls that, but yes it’s me Eddie.” Smiling bigger than you can help, it’s his turn to take a couple steps closer.

“Nah, that nickname is just for you sweetheart.” Standing close enough to catch hints of corner store cologne trying to cover up cigarette smoke, everything about him made your brain short circuit. Looking down at the movie in your hand his eyebrows raise in disbelief before meeting your eyes again. “Alien?”

“Robin suggested it to me for my unexpected night off.” Flipping it over in your hand to read the back, you could feel his stare on your face rather than on the tape. “Ever seen it?” glancing up at him, he doesn’t try to hide what he was actually looking at.

Nodding, he grins down at you “Buckley’s got great taste.”

Catching the double meaning in his words an electric current that could light up all of Hawkins dances between your bodies. Static vibrating from your fingertips, you couldn’t stop the sigh that slipped between your lips.

The raindrop that hits you between the eyes is jarring, you blink fast before more start a slow and steady decent splattering all around. Raising a large hand up to try and shield his curls he looks annoyed that Mother Nature was cutting his time short.

“I hate to deliver and dash sweetheart, but I don’t wanna keep you in the rain.” Doe eyes taking in your face like he was trying to commit it to memory he moves to step around you.

Panic rises and constricts around your chest as you watch his retreating form, biting the inside of your cheek you work up enough courage to do something you’ve never done. Make the first move.

“Doyouwannwatchitwithme?” Words jumbled together and almost yelled as they fell out of your mouth, your mumbled nonsense stops him dead in his tracks. Turning around, having his full attention like this was making it even harder.

“Come again princess?” The new nickname threatens to send you six feet under when you feel your knees shake. Clearing your throat you gather whatever confidence you can muster under the intensity of his stare.

“Do you want to come watch this movie with me?” Using it as a makeshift umbrella you start walking backwards towards front door “I actually just got this pretty good shit delivered you should try it.”

The smile that breaks across his face is infectious, feeling it in the way your lips stretch so much it makes your cheeks hurt.

“Oh yeah? I mean if you’re talking about who I think you’re talking about, that guy’s got the best shit in town sweetheart.” The laugh he pulls from you, he swears it makes your face glow. “I’d be honored favorite, I thought you’d never ask.”

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Your living room lays in a blanket of haze from two joints successfully smoked, touches lingering more and more as you two passed them back and forth. Half way through the movie you were giggling through cupped fingers leaning into him as you both sank deeper into the cushions of your couch. His bad jokes and over the top commentary kept you both laughing with shoulders pressed together for support. Neither one of you making any effort to move when you both finally calm down.

Peeking at him from the corner of your eye, you were mesmerized by how handsome he was this close. Your stare following the curve of his round nose to the fullness of not one but both his lips, a light sheen coating them from being freshly licked. The sharp planes of his jaw lead you to the thickness of his neck, catching the silver chain that disappears into his shirt.

Time is an illusion in your foggy brain - especially under his spell, losing yourself trying to remember every curve and scar on his face you stare long enough to to get caught. Chocolate eyes connecting with yours, the corners of his lips tug up and like looking in a mirror yours do you.

“Hey favorite”quiet enough for just you to hear, there’s a soft rasp in his voice from all the smoking.

“Hey Eddie”biting your bottom lip, his eyes watch the way your teeth scrape across the silk of it.

Leather creaking loud enough to hear over the sound of the movie and the rain outside, he drapes his arm over the back of the couch. The dip pulling you deep into the warmth of his chest.

“Is this okay?”for the first time you see a hint of nervousness in his eyes as he tries to read the expression on your face.

Nodding you slide a tentative hand up his chest feeling his muscle twitch under your palm, looking up at him you repeat his own question.

“Is this okay?”

His hand reaches up to cup the side of your face, the weed helping you melt into his touch as the pad of his thumb traces your cheekbone. Searching your eyes for any sign of protest he nudges his nose with yours. The heat of his breath fans across your parted lips as your eyes flutter closed completely overcome by him being this close.

“Sweetheart, if I’m reading this wrong please tell me now.” Your top lip brushes with his bottom when he asks the question and you think you might combust if you don’t close the gap.

Tilting your head just enough to get what you want, your lips move together like it was something they’d been doing for years. Each lazy drag setting your skin ablaze.

Swiping his tongue against your bottom lip he quietly asks you for more. Granting him access to something you’re sure you’ll never deny him, you don’t hesitate to let him deepen the kiss.

Tongues meeting each other in the middle, they battle for dominance as your fingers find their way into the thickness of his curls. Tugging slightly, you smile into the kiss when a groan erupts from deep in his chest.

With the rest of the world long forgotten, the two of you stay like this for longer than you can keep track of. Hands exploring curves and grabbing hips, it almost becomes too much when you nip his bottom lip.

Eddie’s the one who breaks away reluctantly when the need for oxygen becomes too much, and his body starts to react a little too strongly to your touch. The screen on the TV had gone blue long ago when the movie ended, leaving your dark living room in its pale bright light. The coloring of it all hitting his face just right.

Nudging his nose with yours he leans his head back against the cushions of the couch. Chocolate eyes looking at you through half closed lids, a lazy smile spreading wide across his kiss swollen lips.

“We should probably stop, and I should probably go.”jutting his bottom lip in a pout he catches the disappointment you try to hide flash behind your eyes. “Not that I want to, I just actually had other stops that I was supposed to make tonight, but it’s not like I was going to say no to you inviting me to hangout.”snorting like that was the craziest thing he could ever imagine, his face lights up when he earns a laugh from you.

“Yeah, I’d be pretty pissed if I was them.” Using his chest to try to push yourself up with your hands, he stops you from getting too far. Collecting your lips one last time, he only lets you pull away enough for your noses to stay touched.

“Besides having a few more drop offs, I’m hoping the next time I kiss you like that is after you let me take you on a date?”catching the nerves in his voice, you couldn’t actually believe he thought you’d say no.

“Bold of you to assume there’s going to be a next time.”raising a brow you do your best to remain straight faced as he narrows his eyes at you.

He brushes his lips lightly against yours again before asking “there’s not?”

Giving in almost instantly you add pressure pushing yourself closer, chuckling as he pulls away, you stop trying to fight the smile that’s threatening to spread across your own face.

“Fine, you caught my bluff.” Huffing in mock annoyance, this time he lets you push yourself up.

It still takes another thirty minutes for Eddie to work up enough willpower to get off the couch, your easy conversation and pouty soft lips making it a near impossible feat.

More stolen kisses and stumbled words fill the empty space on the walk to the front door followed by even more before he finally goes. Sweet just like the nickname he gave you, he couldn’t wait to make you his.

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