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crash landed

A/N: i want to branch out on this blog and write for other fandoms too, so im dipping my toes in my baby poe dameron's pool

summary: you and poe are stranded on an unknown planet after a dicy shootout. and your injuries are getting worse by the minute.

warnings: probably inaccurate star wars stuff, graphic descriptions of injuries (maybe), broken bones,

"poe?" you whispered, shaky voice barely cutting through the loud wind noises rattling the loose metal of a broken starfighter.

he grunts, barely looking away from the twisted metal he's trying to bend back in shape with pure will. it's been hours, and with no working comms, and no working beacon.. it was time to start considering alternate escape routes.

"ugh - if it would just-" he grunts again, pounding his fist once against it, the sound lost beneath the other crashing titanium pieces.

"poe..." you said, again, holding onto your shoulder. it was starting to really hurt, and you could barely move your arm, you were sure it was broken, and with the adrenaline of a crash landing fading, it was really starting to be a problem.

he looked at you, lips tight and tense, none of the usual spark in his eyes. his mouth softens into a light frown when he sees you cradling your injury.

"if we don't leave soon i dont know how far i'll be able to go," you say, raising your voice to be heard over the weather.

"we don't even know where we are!" he shouts back, frustrated and angry.

"i know but..."

"how am i supposed to get you out of this!?"

but he softens even more when your lip quivers, and he knows he's being cold - but look at what he's done. he's hurt you. he's gotten you lost on some outskirt planet with no way out, and no medical supplies. he's just proven about himself what he always feared might be true ... he can't protect you.

"I'm sorry!" he shouts, he looks around, and harshly scratches his thumb on his temple. "you're right! we have to move."

"take the comlink! i'll try to fix it when we get ..." you squint, "somewhere."

he grabs it, although he doesn't believe you can fix it. it doesn't even look like scrap metal anymore. totally crushed during the crash landing. if he had just jumped instead of trying to outmaneuver, this wouldn't have happened. he could have gotten you to safety but he was so sure that they wouldn't see his flip coming, but they did... and managed to target the gun you'd been using at the back of the ship, causing a small explosion and sending you against the side of the ship and then when you weren't answering he...

he lost all control and crashed the ship. he was the best pilot the resistance had, and he crashed with the most precious thing in his life depending on him. he was a failure.

when he climbs back down from the trashed fighter, he puts his hand on the small of your back and guides you forward. you were disappointed when he let you go. usually, he'd find any excuse to keep his hands on you, but now he dropped his touch as soon as you'd started walking with him.

you walked quietly, holding the ripped fabric on the shoulder of your suit closed with your good arm and kept the other as snug to your chest as you could. you felt like you were trying to hold yourself together.

you knew this was your fault. if you had just made the shot... you guys wouldn't be in this mess. and the man you were in love with - and arguably the most important pilot in the resistance - wouldn't be stranded in this nowhere place. and you wouldn't be a limping burden. you try your best to hide it. to walk normally and disguise your wincing.

"i'm sorry," you say finally, unable to stand one more moment of uncomfortable silence. you'd never struggled to talk to poe before, normally you can't get him to shut up. "I should've been able to hit the fuel tank, i knew where it was and i missed the-"

"this wasn't your fault," he cut you off, eyebrows scrunched in confusion. "none of this is your fault, it's mine."

you could barely hear him, and you were about you respond when both of you were taken by complete surprise as you yelped, your ankle giving way under you with a sickening crunch. poe heard it over the wind, and caught you before you could completely hit the ground.

you cried, trying to say something about the pain but all that came out were a few strangled syllables.

"hey, hey, hey, it's okay! i've got you!" but he's panicking. he can't support you with your arm in that condition, and he can't get you up because of the leg. he's sick. he can't breathe thinking of what's he caused. he picks you up, cradling you as close to his chest as he can as he frantically looks around for anything, anything.

a cave in the face of a rockside is all he can see, and he escapes to it's safety, at least able to get you out of the wind for a minute while he thinks. he sets you down as gently as he can, his heart shattering with each deep sob you release.

he looks around, as if help will just appear in the cave. and he stands up, watching you curl into yourself.

"poe, i'm so sorry." you sob, not noticing his confused expression as you hide your face in your arm, words coming out choked and pathetic you say, "look at what i've done."

"you can't -" he pauses, "you didn't do anything wrong, this mess is my fault."

he wants to stop and comfort you, but he doesn't have time. he has to save you, he has to save. you. he's freaking out. he's failed you, the mission, leia, all because he assumed he was better than some first order pilot.

"i have to find you some help," he says, crouching down close to you and moving some hair out of your face. the blotchy, red cheeks, and swollen eyes that hold nothing but pain behind them, made an unexpected tear fall from poe's eye, but he catches it on the back of his hand before you can see. "why can't wait these injuries out, okay?" you nod sullenly, unable to force out anymore words. "do you have your blaster? hm? can you look at me?" he asks, and you do. "i'm going to run okay? i'm going to find you some help."

poe runs for an hour, but aside from the weather finally yielding, he finds nothing. he nearly gets lost on his way back, but finds you sitting up against the hard rock wall, blaster disassembled around you, as you fiddle with the small broken comlink.

"you're sitting."

"i'm totally numb," you whisper, and you're both quiet. you both know that's not a good thing. "i don't know if it worked... but i tried to send out a signal. the transmitter looked functional enough, but the mic was broken beyond... I..." you trail off. "i hope they find you."

"us," he corrects harsher than he means to. "they're going to find us."

you smile. "you should go."

"what????"

"you can come back for me later but -"

"-no-"

"-we shouldn't both rot in this-"

"-stop saying this crap, seriously-"

"hellhole, and you're too important to lose and-"

"stop!" he shouts, crouching down to look in your eye, passion and frustration covered his face, "you're too important, don't you get that!? don't you get anything? i can't lose you too." poe's resolve falls faster than it rose, and he's sobbing before you've even really processed what he's said. "i won't survive it. if i lose you. i won't survive."

"poe?"

"i love you, you idiot."

but then you passed out. and poe is screaming your name, tapping gentle slaps on your cheek to wake you, but it's not working. he's worried you hit your head.

"what do i do!?" he's looking around, but there's nothing. he knows there's nothing. "what do i do!?"

but he hears something outside that sounds like yelling. and he doesn't care if its first order, pirates, or whatever, he doesn't care. he'd surrender himself to save you. he's only got a half broke blaster, but he's got the spark he needs to save you.

he hides behind a tree when he sees figures, waiting to ambush the first person and steal their weapon, but when he grabs them, it's finn looking out of breath and terrified.

"poe! maker, we couldn't-"

"come on!" poe shouts, ignoring his friend, letting go of the fistful of shirt he had, and taking off full tilt back to where you were. finn was hot on his trail, silent. while chewie ran not far behind, roaring in worry. no one liked the crazed look in poe's eye, especially when they knew it was bad sign you weren't with him.

when they're back to you, poe first checks your pulse, his own nearly stopping with anxiety. but however shallow, it was there, you were still there.

poe scoops you up, holds you close to his chest for a second, whispering a secret plea for you to stay with him, and let chewie take you in his arms, begging him in broken words to be gentle with you.

and then poe just sobbed as they rushed back to the ship.

you didn't wake up for a full month. poe ran defensive missions, or short trips. but he couldn't stay focused long enough for anything longer.

when he returns from a simple fetch & return for leia, he's greeted by rey and rose waiting in the hanger, chatting excitedly. at first poe is annoyed, as he takes his helmet off and shakes his hair out. how could your friends find a way to stand around and chat and smile... but when they look at him with wide grins, he hesitates to feel hope. they've said nothing but his heart is racing. he thinks it may beat clear out of his chest,

"someone wants to see you," rose singsongs, laughing as poe throws his helmet on the floor and takes off down the hallway, following his usual path straight from the hanger to the medbay.

he stops in the doorway, panting as he takes in the sight of you smiling with finn, who was sitting on the chair closest to you. he gets up when he sees poe, says goodbye, and leaves, patting his friend on the shoulder as he passes.

"you're awake," he says, taking finn's seat, and scooching it even closer to you. he gathers up your hand in both of his, and leans forward to press his forehead against the back of your hand. "please, forgive me."

"forgive you? for what?"

he scoffs, leaning back but maintaining a secure grip on your hands. "well, for nearly killing you, mostly."

"poe, i missed the shot. i had the shot and i missed it, it's my fault."

"no," he says, sternly, in a commanding voice you don't even recognize, and you listen, watching him with kind eyes. he could live in them, melt into them, stay there forever. "you saved us. you made a beacon out of a gun and a broken comlink. you're a genius, you're... you're so..." he grunts in frustration when the words get lost. "i almost lost you..." he whispers, kissing the back of your hand. he leans his forehead back onto your hand, whispering again and again how sorry he was. 

you smiled sadly at him. he looked thin, had bags under his eyes. you doubted he has been sleeping, finn said he'd spent every night by your side, curled up uncomfortably on the metal chair.

"nah," you chuckle, "i always was gunna come back to you."

"and how do you know that, hm?"

you grin, winking, "because i love you, you idiot."

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Do you still write for Now You See Me?

im down for it, i love me a little magic

#requests

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Can you write headcanons about the Cullen family helping the reader through an eating disorder? I’ve been struggling pretty badly. Or the Volturi?

i wish you weren't on anon so we can talk <3

but i'm so sorry, but unfortunately you and I are alike in that way & i don't think i can write about that right now.. a little triggering for me.

<3 <3 <3

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Is there any chance you could do an imagine of Daryl from Letterkenny? There’s almost nothing on him anywhere. Anything would be appreciated if you’re able 💕

i've just started a rewatch & i will be writing way more letterkenny soon!!!

i'm also considering a letterkenny blog

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Eddie makes you a cake for your birthday and he's so fucking excited and he cannot wait to give it to you, and he cuts you both a big slice, and you sit looking at each other and sings happy birthday to you and you blow out the one candle on your one slice. And you're so filled with love and joy.

And then you both try the cake. And you want to laugh, you want to laugh because it's terrible but Eddie looks like he's on the verge of tears; because he is, because he is also tasting this terrible cake.

"it's so good," you finally say & the forbidden laugh sneaks out between syllables and Eddie's eyes are looking at you, cute and glossy. <3

"no it's not," he'll pout, pushing his slice away. And you go over to him to kiss him and thank him over and over again for the shit cake, because even though it's not the best, you really do appreciate the fact that he even tried to make you a cake <3

next year will be better, because eddie will be baking secret cakes for the next year.

#self reblog from the side blog <3 #eddie munson #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munsons little moments #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x y/n

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midnight ideas | eddie munson smut

warnings: sex, unprotected, oral (f receiving), friends to lovers, minimal plot

AN: im so down bad, but its my birthday so happy day to us all

It was midnight when you knocked on the trailer door, but you knew Wayne wasn't home, and you'd never felt bad about waking Eddie up before. He probably wasn't even sleeping. Lights flicked on and off in the windows before Eddie swung the door open, clad only in sweatpants and leaning on the door, looking a little too hot for a best friends' comfort.

But that didn't matter.

You were here to be a freak.

Here to ask something weird from your best friend, that probably crossed a line or two.

"I need a favour," you asked before any greetings were exchange. You'd biked from your house, which was far enough that you thought you looked a bit like a mess, but from Eddie's perspective you were hot as fuck. Your clothes were all unaligned, and your hair was a mess, like you knew he fantasized about threading his hair through it. "I need you to leave hickeys on my chest."

Eddie looked at you, as if waiting for you to say more. "Okay, well come in. But I'm gunna need a little more context."

"You know that guy I was seeing who just stopped calling and stopped coming by, well he's moved on already, it's been like a minute..."

"A month."

"A minute." You waved Eddie off, sitting on his couch casually like you weren't just asking your best friend to put his mouth all over you. "And I didn't even really like him but then he was like 'sure you do' when I said I have a date tonight." You scoffed and crossed your arms, rolling your eyes at the audacity of the man you had lied to.

"Did you have a date tonight?"

"Not the point."

Eddie laughed. "And you need, what? Proof?"

"Something like that."

Out of nowhere you pulled your shirt over your head, exposing yourself to him. You still had a bra on, purple and flattering, but Eddie was stunned into silence. He tried to speak, but all the words got caught in his throat, leaving him to just stare wide eyed at the presentation before him.

"Anyway, I don't want them on my neck because I don't need to broadcast this to everyone but..." you looked at Eddie who was staring at your boobs, not moving a muscle. Both of his hands placed neatly on his lap. "Oh c'mon, don't be a baby."

"I-I'm not, I just..." Eddie's eyes flashed up to your face, meeting you where you were looking at him. "You're beautiful."

You smiled. "Thanks Eds."

When he didn't move again, you swatted his hands off his lap, and you spun around to sit on his lap facing him. Your hands were on his shoulders, holding yourself steady on him. Eddie's voice was lost again, and his hands hovered in the air behind you, unsure of where to touch. Beneath you, Eddie was already rock hard, his wildest fantasies were literally falling right into his lap, but you didn't feel it yet.

"Obviously you don't have to," you said, back arching slightly into him, your bodies kept apart by only your bra. Everywhere skin connected to Eddie made your skin burn. He was warmth. He was comfort and warmth and home, and you were waiting for him to sink his teeth into you.

The threat of losing this closeness to you made him put his hands on your hips, the roughness of his skin was delicious against the softness of yours. Even touching you made his cock twitch in his sweatpants, but he was hidden behind the band.

"Just give me a second to process this baby," he said, he'd never called you that before and it made you clench, but it also made your heart flutter.

The tension of waiting for him made a knot in your abdomen build, and you felt yourself getting wet over the situation you'd put yourself in. You'd never thought about, but looking at Eddie like this, and thinking about him like this, was really making you horny. If he tried, you'd probably let him do more than kiss you.

Eddie's thumbs ran soothingly across your rib cages, looking up at you, his beautiful eyes looking at you like this made things feel different. You weren't thinking about some loser who didn't call you, you were thinking about Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. He was taking over your senses. And then he did it. He reached forward and kissed a small section of your collarbone, before gently bringing it into his mouth, sucking a sinful little kiss into this skin.

Eddie hands trailed up your back slowly, shivers replaced his heat on your body. His lips were still attached to you, sucking slowly and sweetly on your collarbone. His hands around you kept you close, preventing you from shying away, but you wanted to be close anyway. You want him to keep kissing you like this. You wanted him to kiss you everywhere.

You moved your hands to his hair, practically coddling him and keeping him close to you, tugging at fistfulls everytime he switched to a new location to kiss. You shimmied in his lap, making him bite you lightly, and grip you tighter in his hands. It may have been a warning, but you ignored it and moved again, this time moaning quietly.

"If you don't stop that you're gunna start something you can't finish," he mumbled, hands moved again, gripping your hips just tight enough to hold you still.

"You know what would really piss that guy off?" you mumbled, and Eddie flinched at the words. He didn't really want to be thinking of the other man on your mind right now. "Was if he thought you and I really did it."

"How so?" Eddie replied, but reattached himself to the soft felsh peaking out of your bra. He wasn't going to waste this opportunity.

"I don't know," you mused, but you did. "Maybe I can wear that short little skirt to school, and maybe you can leave hickeys... I don't know, on my thigh?"

Eddie froze.

"Are you sure?" he asked, looking up at you.

Your judgement was so clouded with lust for your best friend, it was pathetic.

"Please," you begged, pouting in a way you knew would make him fold.

But you didn't really need to, Eddie nodded softly and quickly, swallowing his nerves. you got off him, unbuttoning your pants and pushing them down your legs. Eddie kept staring, he discovered your lack of panties without warning, and couldn't look away from the prettiest sight he'd ever scene. You unclipped your bra saying, "Guess we might as well take this off too."

"Come here," he said, holding out his hand and gesturing you back over by curling his two middle fingers towards himself. "On the couch."

You laid down, head on the armrest, suddenly a little shy at the prospect of having Eddie kissing you between the legs.

You mean... on the legs...

Eddie was on his knees, in-between your spread legs, leaning on the back of the couch so he could lean over you a little bit. One of your legs was draped over his, and he ran his hand up it, staring at the beautiful sight until it burned into a memory he won't forget.

"Are you really sure?" he asked, "this is intimate."

"You don't have to," you said, embarassed.

"Oh, I want to." His hand stopped trailing on your hip. "But I don't want you to be uncomfortable around me later."

His voice was laced with hints of vulnerability, you could hear it. You could see the way his head hung a little lower when he said that. You leaned up, placing your lips on his for a very soft, tender kiss.

"Eddie, I always feel the most comfortable when I'm with you."

And he couldn't even process the compliment. He kissed you again, casual, as if this wasn't his first and second kiss with his best friend that he's been crushing on forever.

He scooched his knees back so he could lay down a little, lowering his head to fall between your legs. He put a hand under your knee, lifting your leg ever so gently towards his mouth, looking at you like he expected you to pull away. But you said nothing.

He kissed the soft kiss on the inside of your thigh, above your knee. You watched him, the sight of him so close to your heat was unforgettable.

Eddie sucked a little spot, the purple mark left was small and shallow. He wasn't leaving them to be seen anybody else, and you could tell. But it felt so good and you didn't care, you kinda, didn't want to share. Eddie kissed a little higher, and did the same thing. And then moved... one kiss higher. And right when you were about to ask him to kiss you, really kiss you, he switched sides, repeating them same, slow, tantalizing kisses.

Meanwhile, Eddie was going fucking insane. Your leg was in his fucking mouth. Things would never be platonic again. He had to pretend he couldn't smell how aroused, and wet you were. Had to pretend he wasn't trying to rub his dick on the couch cushions just to get an iota of relief. It was his big performance.

"Eddie..." you said, and when he looked up at your big pleading eyes, the lust coming off you in waves, he knew.

This time, he didn't stop going higher, he trailed kissed all the way up your thigh, bit your hip unexpectedly to make you gasp, and then dove into your pussy, kissing where your pussy met your mound. Eddie was kissing you like this and looking up at you with those eyes. Those fucking eyes. You moaned, the anticipation alone making you writhe.

He licked up and down your folds, letting himself taste and explore every inch. You were so wet.

He snuck his hand under his chin, teasing your hole with one proding digit. It slipped in, your walls wet, and warm, and tight, and the sensation around his finger nearly made him blow his load.

His tongue slid perfectly over your clit and you jerked, moaning sharply and bucking your hips into his face, the pleasure of it sending sparks down your thighs. He repeated the same move, using one hand to spread your lips open and take note of where he was touching. He was memorizing you. Memorizing each and every move that made you moan. He wanted to make you cum so bad. Wanted you to cum for him.

"Feels so good, Eddie."

Groaning at the sound of his name, he slipped in another finger, making you moan again. The slight stretching of learning someone knew was always your least favourite part, but turns out, you just needed Eddie. He made you feel good because he wanted to, he was happy to have his head between your legs, eating you out like he was starving, and with no promise of sex.

But you were pretty sure you were going to fuck him. If he wanted you, he could take you.

He sucked your clit again, and your walls tightened. He curled one of the fingers inside you gently, experimenting, and when you gasped, he continued on that spot, hitting it again and again and again while you got impossibly tight around his fingers, moaning and writhing like a fucking pornstar. He was so in love.

"I want to cum," you moaned, "can I? Please?"

You were asking him to cum. Eddie was dizzy. All the sensations, being squeezed, smelling you, tasting you, the delicious pain of you gripping his hair like you were going to fall... it was all too much. Too sweet. Too hot. Eddie bucked his own hips into the couch, desperate to be touched.

He pulled away just enough to growl, "you better cum on my face," and then dive back into his clitoral assault, kissing and licking it like it was the answer to his prayers.

Which really, it was.

And you came, loudly, moaning loud enough for the whole damn park to know what Eddie just did to you. Through every wave of pleaser, you and Eddie had your eyes locked on each other. This was what you really wanted. You didn't care about some prick, you cared about Eddie. It's always been Eddie.

You kept moaning as Eddie continued to massage and suck you through your orgasm, stopping only when you tried tugging him up to you. He held himself above you, letting you pull his face down to kiss him. All tongue and teeth, more desperate than anything. Eddie could love you after he fucked you. The way you looked at him, blissed out and still squirming your hips, he knew it wasn't over.

He thanked god it wasn't over yet.

"Go to my room," he said, kissing you again, taste of your sweet still on his lips. And evidence of your orgasm remained unwiped, glistening on the skin all around his mouth. You did what he said obediently, almost running to the room with him on your tail.

You started crawling onto the bed, putting your knees on the edge, but before you could climb on, a large hand pushed you into between your shoulder blades, making you land doggy style and exposing your ass and pussy to Eddie. He had taken his pants off, but really couldn't wait one more second. The bed dipped behind you, and you felt him pushing the tip of his cock against your unsuspecting cunt. You gasped, waiting patiently for him to do. The suspense of his dick slowly trailing up your folds without penetrating you was going to drive you crazy.

"Can I do it, baby?" he asked, running the tip up and down your sopping wet folds. He felt how tight you were against two fingers, he was going to be fighting not to finish fast, he knew that. "Please, beautiful, let me do it."

His dick hit the divet of your hole, and he groaned, stopping himself to wait for your answer.

"Eddie," you moaned, the feeling of him pressed against your core wasn't enough. You looked over your shoulder, glassy eyes begging for more relief. He could've blown at the sight of your cock-drunk eyes. And he hadn't even fucked you yet. "Please, fuck me."

Not wasting another second he pushed himself in, fighting playfully against the tightness of your walls. You moaned, shocked at how thick he was, but loving every second. You welcomed him in, pussy so tight and wet and fucking warm that he had to take a few deep breaths before he could fully push himself in.

He pulled entirely out, to slowly push entirely in a few times, taking his time to stretch you before doing anything harder. He said another prayer right then, a prayer that this wasn't the only time. He needed you, and you needed him. And you were already a moaning mess in his arms.

Once you were comfortable, he started really thrusting, keeping the pace steady. He had to close his eyes and take deep breaths again. Just looking at you while he hit it from behind? Too much.

Eddie slapped your ass once. And then finally looked down to see what it looks like. He loved watching your ass jiggle as he fucked you, your cheeks slamming against his abdomen.

"M-Maybe he'll see how-"

"Enough!" Eddie couldn't hear you bring up that fucking idiot one more time. "I'm gunna fuck that guy right out of your mind," Eddie grabbed one of your arms making your chest fall into the bed. He grabbed the other and held them both captive in one of his hands, and used his other hands to slap you on the ass, hard. He did it three more times, your moaning egging him on. But when you started moaning his name, repeating it over and over, he knew he had to get you there. He wouldn't last much longer, not with you intentionally squeezing your walls around him. He spanked you twice more more rough than the rest, followed by a smaller gentler tap. A small, good girl, without words.

Eddie squeezed your reddened ass cheek, as he hammered into you, but released to use his hand to grip a fistful of your hair, pushing you down deeper into the mattress. Your ass was up in the air, while Eddie fucked your pussy relentlessly. He was so deep, hitting parts of you that no one had ever touched. You wanted to praise him. You wanted to thank him for fucking you so good, and tell him how good you felt. You wanted to shower him with praises for fucking you better than anyone ever had, but the only thing that came out was a string of moan and unintelligible syllables of unfinished words.

But you didn't need to say it anyway, Eddie knew.

He could tell by the way your cunt squeezed him greedily, or everytime you caught his eye over your shoulder, glossy and pleasured, how he'd like to see you more often.

It was starting to ache how deeply he pounded you, when he suddenly let go of your hair so he could wrap an arm under you, and get his fingers on your clit. His body was pushed against yours even more, his dick staying deeper and repeatedly hitting a spot that was making you stupid. Eddie saw drool puddling at the corner of your mouth at the mattress, and your pussy dripped down both of your legs. He licked his lips at the sight. You unable to speak, drooling, moaning, and letting him have his fucking way with you.

"You're gunna cum," he said, a fact not a question. "All over this cock, fuck baby, you're so hot," Eddie was trying to keep it together but failing. He'd wanted this forever, and now that he had it, he wasn't going to last. "Are you gunna cum, baby?"

You nodded in his grip, but he held your hair tighter. He wanted to hear you. A strangled, "please," was what you managed.

"Good fucking girl, oh my god," Eddie praised, his fingers on your clit were softer in contrast to the deep pounding. The circles the rubbed over it were sensual, and hot, and going to make you explode. "Cum on my cock babe, do it." Eddie let go of your arms, and immediately they fell beside you, hands grabbing at the sheets pathetically. He grabbed one, and brought your own hand to your own clit. "And when you do," Eddie picked his pace up, gripping your hips in both hands now. "you're fucking mine."

It shouldn't have made you orgasm harder than you ever have in your life, but it did. The concept of Eddie owning your pussy all the time made you come all over him like he wanted, squeezing him so tightly that he couldn't help but bury it as deep as possible and coat your walls, holding your hips unwaveringly tight and pushing himself into you impossibly far to coax himself through his climax.

"Oh my fucking god," he mumbled, eyes closed and cock still buried deep inside you, twitching with sensitivity.

When he pulled out, you both moaned. You flipped over slowly, sitting upright on the bed.

"Eddie," you whispered, suddenly overthinking everything you just did. You couldn't lose Eddie, he was too important.

But he knew you. So he sat beside you, cooing and patting your hair. He kissed you on the cheek.

"Hey, listen," he said, scooping up a hand to hold and looking you in the eyes. His eyes were glassy from cumming so hard in you, but also filled with adoration and love. His gooey eyes could calm you from any state. Eddie encouraged you to stand, walking with you to the bathroom, hands locked tightly together. "I say we take a shower, make a snack, throw a movie on, and fall asleep. Hmm? How's that sound, petal?"

"Petal?"

"Pretty right?" He said, turning the shower on. "I figured I want something pretty, but not overdone. Babe is classic, but overdone."

"To call me?"

"To call my girlfriend," he said, you blushed but said nothing. He smiled. "Look, if you really came over here just to make some douche jealous that's fine, but... if you want me to love you, well, you already have that."

"I love you too, Eddie."

"Sorry it wasn't like, nicer." Eddie smiled at you, content to just be here with you. "For our first time, I mean."

You laughed, "no, it was perfect."

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eddie munson hears the shower turn on while he’s watching some random nature doc on tv, high as a kite, as are you. whom eddie thought was beside him until the quiet hum of running water started, he musta been higher than he thought.

he turns off the documentary, and tries to follow you but finds the door LOCKED. uhm, he’s always allowed in whichever room you are naked in, its the rules.

he knocks quickly and loudly, shouting “babe” loudly to get your attention, when you answer “what?” he says, “the door is locked!”

eddie talks through the door trying to convince you to let him in, he keeps his palm against the door as if youd be apart indefinitely.

literally like this:

until you come out in your towel, steam pouring out in clouds around you, finding your totally metal boyfriend pouting & crossing his arms bc he couldnt see you naked, as if he doesnt see it every day

“i missed the whole thing,” he’d pout, tugging gently on the towel trying to see your boobs

“well, take your clothes off first, and maybe we can rectify the situation” you say

;)

and then he’s totally fine again, grinning like a schoolboy and following behind you like a puppy <3

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eddie hates his birthday. it always put pressure on wayne, which he hated to add to. plus, its not like he needs anything. but still every year theres a present and an ice cream cake.

and wayne wants to give him more but he just can’t

but this year was different because he had you. he had someone to spend his birthday with.

he has been thinking about the guaranteed birthday beej all fucking day long

but you called him to tell him you were running late, and then wayne called to say he picked up a job with really good pay…

so eddie walked up the the trailer alone on his birthday, and he’s contemplating hating it again this year anyway.

waynes typical decoration of a single helium balloon tied to the steps with a crudely drawn band logo, that wayne scribbles on with sharpie & writes happy birthday! underneath.

he did not expect, however, to enter a totally crammed trailer, all screaming “surprise!” and scaring the crap out of him

he screamed, terrified, but quickly smiled, realizing that there more people here than there literally ever has been

the whole hellfire club, wayne & you

oh, and erica came too. because she was forced (she wanted to)

of course this was mostly you, he grabbed you, spinning you, nearly knocking into half the crowd.

“i think its time to take this outside” wayne said, trying not to cry at the sight of eddies genuinely happy smile. he hadnt seen him smile like this on his birthday since well… idk ever?

eddies heart was going to burst. there was just no way he landed someone like you, someone willing to put in all this work just for eddie to have a nice birthday. someone willing to put time into him. it made him feel loved. you had slowly made him feel worthy of being loved, something he didnt know would ever happen.

and he couldnt believe his eyes when wayne brought out a homemade two story cake, but the top had been carved to look like a stage, and decorated to look like a metal concert on top, with a little eddie figurine rocking out on guitar, and a sour patch audience

“thats another little gift for you,” you said, pointing at the little thing. a dnd miniature, but of eddie.

as you all sang happy birthday, he was unusually quiet and content, but not in a bad way. his lips held a light smile, and his eyes were as soft as theyd ever been. just trying to process the new chapter of his life that he welcomes with open arms. he caught your eye and didnt let it go until the end.

eddie blew out his candles with the biggest, cheesiest smile on his face while you and everyone else clapped, laughing and enjoying the moment. while wayne cut into the cake and served it to hellfire, you pestered him about his wish, begging and resorting the pulling on the birthday hat, letting it snap on his head.

“i wished for a bike”

“uh oh, you actually said! your wish isnt gunna come true now!” you fake pout.

but it didnt matter to him at all, because everytime he looked at you he saw 10 years of birthday wishes that came true.

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dirty girl | eddie munson smut

warnings: fingering, squirting, semi public, daddy kink, sex toy

AN: fuck

You sat beside your boyfriend, Eddie Munson in algebra. Halfway through the class he slipped you a little note, tucking it under the short material of your skirt instead of handing it to you. It said that he had an extra special surprise for lunch, and to meet him there at the break. You scrunch your eyebrows in silent questioning, but he answered but grinning and turning back to his notebook. There was no algebra, just a drawing of Frodo Baggins.

Through the rest of this class and the walk to the next, Eddie munson won't give up the surprise.

It was on your mind, you could tell in the grin it was something he was excited for. Eddie had been your boyfriend for over a year, and he'd never stopped surprising you. It was almost ridiculous how much effort he was constantly putting in, between the secret tree fort he built you in the woods, or when he learned how to cook your favourite meal to surprise you on your anniversary.

Eddie shows his love by doing things for you, he wanted to help you, with whatever. Anything, everything. The boy was so in love with you.

But when you showed up to the van at lunch, you didn't expect the surprise to be curtains in his van. And you certainly didn't understand why he was that excited about them, they were nice definitely and he did a great job. It was just kind of hard to tie the surprise to you.

"What do you think?" he asked, gesturing grandly towards the interior. You two were alone in this little corner of parking lot, Eddie stayed tucked away for the occasional last minute deal.

"Great job, baby," you said, kissing his cheek sweetly, and slipping your hand into his. "What sparked the idea?"

"Well," he said, using your interlocked hands to guide you into the back of the familiar van, and you started to climb in. "I was laying in bed the other thinking how much it sucks when you were these little skirts and I can't touch you."

"Oh?" you said, finally realizing what Eddie brought you here for.

"So I fixed that," he said, climbing in after you. "I'm about to have you for lunch." He flashed a wicked grin as he closed the van door, leaving the two of you in total privacy. The black curtains only let it cracks of light, but it was enough to see Eddie's eyes trained on your legs.

You were sitting facing him, you thighs parted slightly, granting him a little peek of the very thing he wanted. You wanted it, but you were nervous, but oh my god you were begging in your mind, begging for him to come make good on his words.

"And look at you, little mouse," he said, crawling forward like a predator. "You're breathing heavy already," he said, but you hadn't noticed until he said so. "I bet..." He got close enough to touch you, and used one hand to lean on the wall behind you, bringing his face only a few inches away from yours. He brought his hand up to your leg, touching the inside of your soft thighs, first encouraging you to spread them wider, which you did, and then tantalizingly slowly Eddie slid his calloused hand up length of your thigh until it slipped under the material of your skirt. "Your pussy is already soaked for me."

He hissed when he felt just how much. You were soaked, totally turned on by your predicament. Ready to surrender yourself to his dirty desires. His digit slipped up and down your slit over pink panties.

"She's just cryin' for me," he said, hooking his finger around the material and slipped it off. He stuffed it into the pocket of his jeans. "I'm going to class with those in there."

"Eddie," you whispered, not breaking eye contact. His eyes were darker than normal, and yours were wide and glassy. He looked at you like you were something to eat.

And only for him.., you were.

"Yeah, baby?" he said, resting his forehead against yours. "Y'okay?"

"Touch me, please?"

"Tsk tsk tsk," he tutted, "you're being such a good girl," he said. He pushed off the wall, balancing back on his knees. He pinched your chin between his finger and thumb. "But Daddy's looking for a dirty girl."

You whimpered, leaning back without a word, letting your back hit the side of the van. You lifted your leg and moved it around him, totally spreading your legs for him while he just watched, both hands finding a place on your thighs after you settled.

You brought one hand to your own heat, running a single finger over your clit, pouting at Eddie for making you be the one to do it. You brought a second finger to your clit running small, soft circles. Eddie moaned in approval, watching in awe as you touched yourself for him, while you watched his face and eyes, searching for praise in his expression.

You slid your fingers down until they found your sopping hole. You were so wet, the threat of being caught was making your clit pulse with desperation for more. You collected some of your juices and held them up to Eddie, who grabbed your wrist and sucked each digits individually, moaning at how sweet you are.

"Help me, Daddy," you pouted, lifting your skirt and trying to slide your bum closer to Eddie's knees, allowing him to see every inch of you.

"Hmm, no."

You grunted, rolling your eyes. Looking around the van for something to help you. While you looked, you returned to rubbing soft circles over your clit. You were getting impatient.

Beside you was the present you got Eddie for his birthday, you grinned flipping yourself over to crawl on your hands and knees to retrieve it. It was cold to the touch, the metal laying untouched for a few days. It was meant to be a dice container but he had started using it as a place to safely tuck away his rings when he needs to take them off.

But now, for lack of a better option. Eddie was just going to have watch you fuck yourself with it. You were closer to the middle of the van now, ass perked up towards Eddie.

"What're you doing, babe?" he asked, trying to see. You turned towards him, holding the makeshift dildo, and then sat on your knees, bum nestles on your shoes with your skirt fanning beautifully over your thighs. It was too high on your waist to really cover much. "Whatcha got?"

You didn't say anything, you just reached out for his hand, bringing it to your mouth. You took off each of his rings with your mouth, dropping them into the little container. He just watched. You flipped it upside down so the side with the lid is the one you held, and brought the bottom of it up to your mouth, putting the metal on the tip of your tongue.

He chewed on the skin of his cheek, watching his dominance slip into your grasp. Who was in charge now?

You took it into your mouth, and Eddie sucked his bottom lip into his mouth. You sucked it for only a second, just getting it wet enough to use. No one said anything as you repositioned yourself, bringing your legs out in front of you, and brought the toy up to your entrance, bring it up and down your slit. The coolness of the metal made you moan, and you brought it to your hole, slipping it inside yourself.

You moaned.

"Yeah, little mouse?" he asked, breathing getting caught in his throat as you fucked yourself in front of him. He could hear the rattling of his rings, and his cock twitched in his jeans. "Fucking yourself good, honey?"

You nodded, watching his face and moaning. He licked his lips at the sight.

"Daddy'll help you now, little mouse," he said, "that's unreal."

He slipped around you, tucking you between his legs, and pushing his chest into your back.You wanted to be a brat and not let him, but you were so desperate. You were working the rings in and out of yourself still, moaning and writhing in Eddie's grip.

"Are you gunna make yourself cum, baby?"

You nodded, and nearly hissed at the sensation of his fingers finding your clit, touching it so softly and tenderly. It had only been a couple minutes, but the new situation with your new sensations was so hot, it was speeding you towards the finish line.

"Can Daddy do it?" he whispered in your ear, hand gliding over your working hand, and took over the metal, and you let him. You leaned back into him, gripping his thighs in your hands. "You're so, fucking, hot."

You bucked your hips, the knot in your tummy was burning. You felt so good, Eddie was fucking the lights out of you and he never even took his cock out. He was a wizard.

"Eddie," you moaned, getting louder than you should. He spanked your clit, and you gasped. "Daddy," you moaned, and Eddie made a noise of praise, bringing his lips to the side of your neck to place a few kisses there. He sucked a hickey just below to the collar of your shirt, and then kissed his way up to your ear, which he nipped, making you gasp again.

"D-Daddy, please," you moaned, words mumbled. "Feels s'good."

"Little mouse," he mused, voice gentle beside your ear. "Daddy wants your cum, okay? Daddy wants your pleasure."

You nodded fiercely, right on the brink of the explosion. And when Eddie raised his hand to slap your clit again, immediately rubbing it quickly after, harder than before.

You covered your mouth with your own hand, muffled your loud moans as your climax started. Your pussy gripped the metal edges, but Eddie didn't stop and suddenly, you were falling against Eddie, totally limp, legs shaking as you squirt, coating a stripe on the wall with your dripping pleasure.

"Little mouse," he said, excited over what happened. Making you squirt was his favourite thing. He pulled the toy out of you and you squealed, your walls swollen from gripping the harsh edges. Eddie slipped his finger in your pussy, and you hissed, pulsing against his digit. "That was a big one."

You moaned, still limp against him. "Mhm," you muttered, ready to curl into his lap and fall asleep.

"You were so good," he said, kissing your cheek, and you leaned into his kisses, and he chuckled. "Do I need to take you home?"

"Mhm," you said, "time for nap."

"Don't have to tell me twice."

"More later?"

"Oh yes, little mouse. Lot's more later."

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what would eddie do | eddie munson smut

warnings: no plot, oral (m receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex, pet names

A/N: i'm new around here :) just currently obsessed w eddie munson

"Eddie," you whisper, familiar ache in your abdomen that only eddie knew how to take of for you. He mumbled something incoherent, and continued watching the movie.

It wasn't that he was intentionally ignoring you, he was just tired, and you knew that. But you also knew that if he didn't touch you soon, you were going to explode.

You started out subtly, curling tightly into his side, flopping a leg over his so your naked thighs were impossible to ignore. Usually that was a sure way to get his attention, especially wearing only one of his shirts. And then, when all else had failed, you'd trailed little kisses from the base of his neck to his ear, and nipped at the skin there. Eddie has never not had his all over you when you did that.

You huffed back, crossing your arms over your chest and blowing some hair out of your face. He could sense your frustration, but totally misread it, saying "m'listening," against your hair, as he peppered a few chaste kisses there.

You were going to explode. Eddie continued to watch the movie, and even had the nerve to look at you with the cutest, laziest smile ever.

Maybe this was your problem. Eddie was always coddling and taking care of you, maybe if you wanted something, you just had to take care of him. What would Eddie do if he was the one desperate for your attention? If it were you, Eddie would be on his knees in front of you, lapping at your wet cunt and calling you pretty until you came all over his face.

You slid out from under his arm, and landed on your knees in front of the couch. You smiled at him, gliding your hands up both sides of his jean clad thighs.

"Baby," he whispered, touching your cheek gently. His lazy smile had came back, and he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth. He didn't say anything else, just let you do whatever you wanted. Eddie always let you do whatever you wanted.

Your hands made their way to his belt, and made fast work of undoing it, followed by the button and zipper on his jeans.

"Do you want this?" you asked, and he answered by groaning and lifting himself off the couch enough to help you get his jeans down his legs. You didn't bother taking them off, just left them bunched above his knees. It wasn't going to take long.

With his half hard cock exposed, he thread his fingers through your hair lightly, encouraging you to lean forward and wrap your pretty little lips around his dick.

"Fuck, baby," he whispered, even his voice was low energy tonight. Rough around the edges and making your panties even more wet then they were. "Take that shirt off," he said, "wanna see."

You backed off him to let him yank his own band tee off your body. And the sight of you on your knees for him, sucking his cock like a good girl, in nothing but some pink panties made his dick impossibly hard. You continued working away at him, pornographic noises being heard over the movie that was now totally neglected.

You were concentrating on making him feel good. You were doing everything you thought that Eddie would do to you. Keep sucking even when he wants you fully...

"Babe, let me fuck you," he whispered, as if he could read your mind. You swatted away the hand that was trying to guide you to sit up. Instead, you grabbed it and put it to his side, you did the same with other, looking up at him with his dick still half in your mouth. What would Eddie do if you were under him, begging for more?

"Don't touch," you warned. Well, he'd keep going until he was satisfied. He ate you out like it was his favourite hobby, and you were going to give him some of that.

"Fuccccck," he drawled, as his dick hit the back of your throat. Eddie wouldn't be so nice, he would wait until you were crying and begging, and when you were a total mess, then he would take you, and the fun would start all over. It was a little harder to do that with Eddie, because if you made him cum as many times as he makes you, there'd be nothing left to ride him for.

You choked, gripping the soft flesh of his thighs to help steady you. Your grip tightened, and he groaned. His fingers flexing and stretching, desperate to get a handful of you.

"Please," he begged, bucking his hips. "Oh fuck, please please please let me have that pretty pussy."

"Hmmmmm," you hummed, against his length, which only made him buck again. It was a pretty sight, you understood why he liked you like this. It was flattering to have someone as fuckin' pretty as Eddie begging for you, begging for more, more, more. "You have been pretty good," you said, moving one of your hands to rest on top of his, his fingers resting under your touch.

"S'good, good for you," he mumbled, lip tightly bitten between his teeth again. His eyes were glassy, pupils blown and full of pleasure. He liked it, having you take over him like this. You could have a little taste of the power for now, but you were in for it tomorrow, you just didn't know that yet.

"You want some more?" you asked, standing up straight. His hands balled into fists. It took all of his personal strength not to touch you. Fuck, he wanted to touch you so bad and you could see that. You would hold this pretty picture in your mind forever. Eddie's hair sticking slightly to his forehead, sweat glistening, fists balled and rock hard cock dribbling pre cum resting against his stomach, his shirt pushed half up his body, as he waits for you to touch him.

"All day," you whispered, pulling your panties down you waist, throwing them close to his hand on the couch. "I wanted you all day, but you were so busy." You crawled onto his lap, your torture never ending. "So what you will not give me, I will have to take."

He groaned. "Take it, take it all. Take everything I have, take - fuck," he gasped as you sank down on his cock, taking all of it in one swoop. "Fuck, oh fuck me, jesus christ."

You bounced on him fast and hard, making him moan in delight. You grabbed one of his hands, and held it against his shirt which kept sliding down and ruining your view. But his other remained white knuckled and lonely by his side. His fist held so tight it seemed the like skin would rip right in two. His head was thrown back in pleasure. Eddie wouldn't let you do that, Eddie never wanted you to look away.

"Look at me," you said, "watch me own you." You groaned yourself, as Eddie pulled his head up, looking down between the two of you and groaned again. "You can touch me."

And before you knew it, his free hand was gripping your hip painfully tight. Letting you set the pace but keeping you steady enough to go a little fast. You stopped at the bottom, with him fully inside. He just watched. Watched as you slowly starting grinding against him, swaying back and forth so tantalizingly slow. His eyes glued to your cunt, he groaned. It was making him dizzy, this new power dynamic, and he loved it. Loved every second of you controlling him. You were everything to him.

"Fuck, you're so good." You groaned, and the praising made him ache for an orgasm. "So good to me." You bounced again, feeling close and ready to finish you both.

What would Eddie do? Eddie would make sure you came three times before he came once, but at least, this time you'll cum together. One had on his chest, the other furiously rubbing your clit, you were about to finish. "Gunna do it, baby? Cum for me," you said, moving closer to his ear, "you look so pretty like this."

"Fuck," he groaned, gripping your hips until they were sure to bruise as he forced you down his cock to shove himself in as far as possible and cum in you. He never took his eyes off of you, as you came, the heat of his cum was too much, sending you over the edge. You rested your forehead against his, and look into his beautiful brown eyes. You were still sitting on his dick.

"Did you like that?" you asked, confidence wearing a little thin after such a display.

"Did I like that? What a ridiculous question, of course I did," he joked, pressing a kiss to your lips and smiling at you. "You're so sexy, I love you."

"I love you too."

After a shower, you two were laying in his bed cuddling. You in another one of his shirts, him in just his boxers.

"Your turn?" he asked, lazy as ever, trailing a hand along your thigh.

What would Eddie do? "No, babe. Go to sleep," you said, kissing his nose gently. "Been so good."

Eddie smiled, any snarky comment lost behind the blush on his cheeks.

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temptation | eddie munson

warnings: tension, kinda pervy thoughts, thoughts of oral and sex and all that

A/N: really just practicing writing tension and best friend eddie has me feeling this way

PART 2: Saturday, is posted

God, you were being such a perv. You were sitting on the floor of your best friends trailer. Eddie was sitting on the edge of his bed, strumming his guitar, but occasionally mumbling a little "fuck" or grunt when he makes a mistake. The noises, paired with his fingers moving on the guitar had you soaking wet between your legs. You couldn't stop watching, even though were supposed to be doing your homework.

You squeezed your thighs together, and tried to look down at the notebook in your lap before he caught you. You sucked your lip between your teeth, and looked up a him again. But he was already looking at you, caught, you both turned away in a panic. A matching blush strewn across both of you.

In the last couple of weeks, you'd been seeing Eddie as more than a friend - and he's mostly reciprocated those feelings. But both of you worried about the friendship, so you decided to take things slow. You'd made it about two weeks... but two weeks of stolen glances, and an accidental brushing of his fingers across your thigh.

But every time you saw him leaning against your locker waiting for you, or caught him smiling at you across the lunch table, you got butterflies. Sometimes, when you were watching him practice with the band, it felt like this. It felt like you were watching with ulterior motives. The way he looked so hot, it made the feeling in your stomach unbearable. You just wanted to reach out and touch him.

You were sitting with your back against a dresser, knees up, writing out math equations on a regular spiral bound notebook. Your textbook was beside you, but you only needed it to write down the question really. You were totally oblivious to the fact that in your skirt, you were giving Eddie a direct line of sight between your legs, letting him catch glances at your panties around your squirming. Once he noticed you'd starting trying to subtly clench your thighs together, he couldn't look away. You'd caught him twice, you just thought it was because you were watching his fingers.

The tension in the air was palpable. He started messing up more, and you starting squirming more. And with a scratch, he put this guitar on the bed beside him.

"This isn't working," he said. "I can't learn in these... conditions."

"These conditions?"

"You are... you look very... uh, nice today," Eddie said, looking all around you but not quite at you. If he had, he would've noticed the pink blush across your cheek. "That skirt is very... uhm, distracting," he said, finally looking at you. He had a finger over his mouth like he had to hold it shut.

You took a look at the situation, and immediately scrambled to sit on your knees, shoulder of your shirt falling down your arm, leaving most of your shoulder and collar bone exposed, but still covered in pieces your hair. You were stuttering out excuses, and explaining that you didn't mean to. You shuffled your books to the side.

And as he's looking at you, he thinks you've made it worse. Messy hair, on your knees, slightly out of breath. He thinks of about a hundred different dirty things he wants to do to you while your down there. He wants to love you all the time, but mostly, right now, he just wants to fuck you really bad. He thinks about running his thumb across your bottom lip, he thinks about you sucking it into his mouth, and he thinks about his dick...

"I'm sorry Eddie," you said, cutest look of shame in your eye. And it just makes him want you more, but not like this. Not for your first time together.

"Do not be sorry," he said, "I wasn't complaining."

You blushed, and rose to your feet. Eddie smiled at you, an unrecognizable look on his face. You'll learn later that it's how he looks at you when he absolutely lusting over you. And he's trying to resist touching you, but it's getting difficult, because he hasn't stopped thinking up scenarios and you haven't fixed your shirt.

But you made it impossible, when after all that you bent over to pick up your books, and as you shuffled to grab it all, your skirt inched closer and closer to the bottom of your ass. He couldn't look away from where the fabric was exposing your soft thighs. He wanted a handful of them. He wanted to hold them open while he ravaged you with his mouth. He wanted to mark up your thigh with bites to let anyone who dared to look at what was for him, they'd see you were well taken care of.

He said nothing as you picked your books up. As you tucked them into your backpack, he crept up behind you, pushing his front flush against your back. Your cheeks heat up with the sudden contact, and you freeze. Hands frozen in time, books still gripped firmly and half in the backpack. He brushes the hair on your shoulder out of the way, and places a single gentle kiss to the bottom of your neck.

"Just friends just isn't working for me anymore," Eddie said, voice low in a state of combined horniness and vulnerability. "Baby, let me take you out on Saturday, please."

You sighed softly as he placed a second kiss on your neck, a temptation you didn't even need because he already had you. You dropped the books, letting then drop into the bag and melted into him.

"Okay," was all you said, pushing your back harder into him.

"Okay," he said, kissing a few kisses up your neck until he placed a final, tender kiss on the soft spot just under your ear. Your breath caught in your throat, neither of you moved. Eddie moved a hand down and pressed him palm against the outside of your thigh, slowly running it up the soft skin until the skirt rose, slightly crumbled, just an inch or two. "If you wear this skirt again I probably won't be able to control myself."

You shivered, his mouth this close to your ear and hand on your thigh was making your head spin.

"I'll wear it Saturday."

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saturday | eddie munson

vol 2 of temptation

warnings: dangerous driving, teasing, intentional seduction, so much talk of sex, teasing teasING, pervy at some points

barely edited

a/n: im not sorry, engage for part 3 ;)

You stood in the mirror looking at the skirt. It was a nice skirt. It was short, white and pleated, resting on your thigh in a way that made you feel confident. Especially knowing how it made Eddie feel. He hand his hand on your thigh the entire drive home. And you knew exactly what it meant to wear it on your date with him.

You were basically screaming "Eddie Munson! I want you to fuck me!"

And really you were. You wanted him so bad, and you knew he wanted you. So waiting any longer was unnecessary suffering. And if you went just one more day without Eddie bending you over and taking you, well, you were going to explode.

You wore long white socks with little blue bows on each one, and a blue shirt tucked into the skirt. You thought you looked great, and you really did.

There was a knock at your door, and you rushed to the door to get it. Eddie was obviously the one on the other side, hiding behind a bouquet of flowers. When he moved the flowers and took a second to look at you, he bit his lip.

"We should go," he said, grinning at you. "I'd love to buy you dinner tonight and if we don't leave immediately that's not going to happen."

"Dinner can wait," you shrugged, reaching out for the flower. You set the flowers on the small table by the door, and looked over your shoulder at him. "If you want to come inside."

"No, no, no, temptress. You are a lady and you shall be wined and dined, and then I'll get you into bed. But first," he scooped up your hand, and brought it to his lips with a sly smile. He placed a gentle kiss on your knuckles. "Let me take you to dinner."

You smiled as he led you to his van, his hand still holding yours. He opened the van door for you, bowing dramatically before you get in. You curtsied at him, grabbing the corners of your skirt to bring it up more, leaving very little to the imagination. Cheeks a bright shade of red, Eddie knocked the skirt out of your grip, looking around and holding the material by your thighs.

"You little minx, get in the van."

"Yes sir," you said, pouty lip making it anything but innocent. He closed his door behind you, shaking his head. You were going to drive him crazy over dinner and you both knew it.

You watched him as he shuffled around the front of the van to get in, he winked at you when he caught your stare through the window.

"Like what you see?" he asked, climbing into the van and starting it up.

"So much," you said, leaning on console to get a little closer. "What about you?"

"I like it so much that if I look at you too long I'll have to pull over and you know it," he said, reaching across to put a hand on your thigh. His fingers were rough and warm over your skin, while his rings were still cool. "All dolled up like this for me?"

You blushed, your earlier confidence fading a bit as Eddie leaned into it. He looked over you for one second longer before making a happy noise and driving away. His grip never moved, he kept a tight grip on your thigh during the short drive.

Inside the diner was nothing too fancy, perfect place for a burger and milkshake. You knew it wouldn't be anything fancy, and just being here with him was perfect.

Eddie grabbed your hand, leading you to a booth. You two slid in across from each other, looking at the little menu right away.

"I'm getting waffles," you said, "with strawberries and cream."

"Of course you are," he laughed, deciding on a burger for himself. "You know, you really do look beautiful, as always, m'lady."

"And you look just as handsome as always," you said, flashing him a sweet smile. The diner was unusually slow for a Saturday, it was really a great luck day for Eddie. There were only two other full tables.

The food didn't take long at all, and after delivering it, the waitress went outside for a smoke break.

"Aren't we supposed to make small talk now?" you asked, leaning forward towards the table a bit. Eddie was looking down at your chest, head in another dimension.

"Small talk is for people who don't already know the other person," Eddie said, breaking his gaze and eating some fries. "I know you."

"Do you know me?"

"Oh baby, I know everything."

He didn't know everything. He didn't know that under table you were squirming in that skirt he likes so much. But this was different than last time, now it was your shirt that he had a view down. But this time, you did it on purpose. You shuffled your arms a bit, making sure you were putting on an innocent show for him. He said nothing.

"I know your favourite movie, how you take your coffee, what kind of music you listen to." He rattled on, "and I know that you care about me, more than anybody ever really has except for like, a really long time. And I know that you are probably the kindest, most beautiful person on this earth. Who deserves the absolute best." Eddie grinned, not being able to hold a serious tune. "Which is me, of course."

"I think you're secretly a softie in there," you said, gathering up a forkful on strawberries with whip cream on it. You were going make him feel as desperate for you that you were for him.

"It's not really a secret, but I do save it all for you." Eddie smile. "That's not a joke."

You smiled softly at the sweetness Eddie has been displaying. You knew he would be the perfect gentleman, but it was just so nice to revel in the moment. You and him, finally making things happen after months of pining over each other.

You bit the strawberry off the fork in a way you knew would make the whip cream fall, and land directly on your cleavage.

"Ugh, sorry. I'm just so messy today," you mused, maintaining an innocent and composed posture.

You used your fingers to try and wipe it off, but just smudged it a little worse. You put the fork back on your plate, and sucked a finger into your mouth slowly, using the other hand to wipe it up a little more. Eddie was staring at you like you were the sun, slack jawed and squinting slightly like he couldn't believe it.

You dragged your finger out slowly, popping the next one in your mouth to lick the whip cream off. You were looking down at your chest, feeling pretty confident that it was working, and looked up at him. He was watching you intently. You let that finger drag passed your lips as well.

"What is it?" you asked, your fake sweetness fooled him, and he shuffled in his seat, not looking away from the sight in front of him for a second.

"There's still some..." he trailed off his sentence and just kind of gestured to his own chest wildly.

"Oh," you said, looking down again, you made sure to move your hair to give him the best view. You grabbed some napkins from beside you, and placed a couple extra right by the edge of the table. Those were part two of the plan. You wiped the cream off your chest, and then knocked the napkin behind you with your elbow.

"Oh my god," you laughed, "I'm the worst today."

Eddie said nothing, just watched as you spun around in the booth and put a knee on the seat to bend around the back of the booth and grab the napkins off the floor. It was a bit of a stretch, but worth it when you heard Eddie groan on the other side of the table. Your skirt was riding way up, giving Eddie a peak of your ass, just a little bit, and the baby blue panties you were wearing.

Eddie looked around the room, people were so wrapped up in themselves they didn't see you two. Eddie reached over, landing a hard smack against your ass cheek. It was loud but no one looked. You made a little noise at the pain and the sound, quickly shooting back up straight again. Eddie was smirking.

Your panties were intentionally the same shade as the shirt, so while Eddie looked at you, all he could think about was your panties.

"What are you doing to me?" he asked, grabbing your hand from across the table. "Baby, I need you."

"You're supposed to dine me," you said, crossing your arms and pouting.

"Then eat," he said, inching your plate closer to you. He slipped over to your side of the booth, and you resisted the urge to kiss him right there. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder, and the other, reached over to rest on your thigh. He kept an eye on the other patrons over his shoulder.

"Eddie," you whispered, hesitating with the bite of food you had.

"It's okay," he said, voice sweet and comforting, "I've got you."

What was less sweet, was the wandering hand making it's way painfully slowly up your thigh. No one has ever done anything slower than Eddie dragging his hand.

"Okay, you're right I'm not hungry."

"Baby," he cooed, "you gotta eat. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't make sure you were totally satisfied..."

"I didn't know you were my boyfriend," you whispered, taking another bite of food.

"Not right now, but by tomorrow I'm sure." He grinned, his confidence making you ache for him even more.

"You can take me home," you said, grabbing a messy forkful of food and eating it, letting the syrup and whip cream stain your lips. You licked it off slowly, and Eddie shuffled in his seat, but didn't break.

"C'mon baby girl," he mumbled, "just be patient. We've been waiting this long, what's ten more minutes?"

Ten more minutes and you might explode. No, ten more minutes and you'll definitely going to explode. How was he so come in this situation.

"Well, I'm not hungry anymore." You crossed your arms and leaned into him. He smirked, seeing you tuck into his hold.

"Okay, well that's all you had to say," he said, usual grin on his face. "Let's get out of here."

You guys left money on the table, letting the waitress know while she smoked her second, or third cigarette.

Eddie led you by the hand around the side of the van, opening the door for you like the secret gentleman he was. He got in after, starting the van and taking you back to the trailer.

Eddie had his hand on your thigh, and the contact was warm and comforting. But in your head, you begged him to move it higher. You needed the tension to be over now, you needed it to be replaced with pleasure and fun before you crumbled entirely. Eddie looked calm, happy even, as he drove the way to the park.

But really, all Eddie could think about was how stupid hot you looked, fucking him with your eyes and making little whining noises. And the squirming, he was starting to think you didn't know that you did it. Squirmed around in your seat when you want his attention. He wanted you to be all for him.

"Eddie," you whispered, reaching over to touch his neck, to trace mindless shapes under his ear. "Eddie, please."

"You are so needy," he mused, smiling to tease you a little bit. "Just for me though, I'll take care of you every day." He squeezed your thigh a little and you bit your lip.

"Just for you," you whispered, running your hands to the edge of your skirt. "It's all just for you baby," you cooed, flipping the edges of the skirt up.

It took a moment for Eddie to notice, but when he did he took his eyes off the road, focusing totally on you. He shook his head to clear himself of you, but he couldn't. He tried to keep his eyes on the road. But between the front of your blue panties, and his hand on your thigh, he was going to crash the car. He smacked the skirt out of your hands, gripping your upper thigh and holding the material down.

"Now I know you're doing it on purpose," Eddie mumbled, giving your thigh a squeeze. "You like driving me crazy."

"Well you like the ride," you answered flippantly, and he couldn't disagree. He liked this ride with you very much. But not just because of the painfully hard erection in his pants threatening to rip the seams of his pants, but also because he genuinely loved you. Morning, afternoon and night, you were always on his mind. He knew you felt the same. You guys just needed to fuck so you could love each other properly.

At the trailer, Eddie rushed you inside. You'd been there a million times, you didn't need a tour. He kissed you from the entrance to the bedroom, tripping occasionally on some random stuff on the floor. His hands were cupping your cheeks, trying to pull your closer than what was possible. He needed all of you, all the time.

You were already over the moon. Already overstimulated by the pure pleasure of having his hands on you. And his mouth. It was so soft and sweet, kissing you like meant something. He was kissing you like it was the most important thing happening in the world.

He made it to the bed, and let you drop to sit on it. You looked up at him so nicely, and he had to bite his finger to stop from unzipping his pants and helping himself to your mouth. But he didn't want that right now, he would probably blow his load just by seeing his cock in your mouth, after so many lonely nights imagining.

Maybe later though.

You pushed yourself back on the bed, and he crawled above you. Slowly pressing his body into yours. He mumbled, "you're so beautiful," before kissing you again, this time slow and more tender than you'd ever experienced with anyone else. "Can I be your boyfriend now?" he asked, grinning and pulling away.

"Yeah, I think I can make that work." You smiled, and he smiled too, happier than you knew. So happy he couldn't even keep kissing you because both of you were smiling so wide.

His hand trailed down your body, and the happy smiles faded when his fingers brushed across the skin of your hips. Eddie had sucked his bottom lip between his teeth, and you were just watching his beautiful features, wondering what he was thinking while he scanned over your body. You knew it was good, you could tell by the look of love in his eye and the raging boner pushing against your thigh.

Eddie cautiously slid the material of the shirt up, going slow enough to give you lots of time to reject him. But you wanted it off faster. You wanted the teasing to be over and his lips attached to every party of your chest and stomach. He pulled the shirt over your head, throwing it somewhere in the room. His hand quickly returned to the skin of his hip, as he wedged his leg under your thigh to get better wrapped around you.

Eddie was taking his sweet time. Treasuring every second of exploring your body. Wayne was supposed to be gone all night, so he thought he had the time. He kissed the skin of your shoulder, before working a line of small hickeys and kisses along your collarbone, cursing the bra strap in the line of the kisses, so he looped a finger through it and slid it off your shoulder, just out of the way. Your arms were wrapped around him, holding him in a loving way he's not sure he's ever felt.

He groaned when he looked at his work. They were surface hickeys, would be gone in no more than a day, but just the sight of his marks on your skin made his cock twitch. He ran a finger along the line, and looked up at your expectant eyes. He brought the same finger to your mouth, and dragged it along the bottom. You brought it into your mouth, sucking it slowly. He let it drag out slowly.

"You're a dirty little thing," he whispered. "My dirty little thing."

"I want to be your dirty little thing," you answered, sweetly. Shyly. Just the sound of those words on your tongue is something he'd never forget.

"You are, baby. You're doing so good, just let me take care of you," he whispered, closing in on you mouth again. He kissed you. His touch was sending fire through your stomach.

"Please take care of me," you whispered through kisses.

"No," Eddie whispered, shooting away from the kiss. "Oh no, no, no..." he saw your worried look and kissed you really quickly twice, "oh sorry baby, not you. You're so good, I'm gunna take care of you but I swear I heard..."

The front door of the trailer rattled, and Eddie kicked the bedroom shut quickly.

"A shirt," Eddie scrambled, "you need a shirt."

He threw the first one he grabbed at you, and you slipped it on. Eddie tucked himself into his belt and put on a sweater. He frowned when he looked at you, but you were smiling. He was just too fucking cute. You were still feeling the ache to jump into his arms, and let him throw you down to ravage you, but, what's another day? At least he was your boyfriend. He pulled you in by the elbow for another kiss, but his smile faded when he saw you had put on his Hellfire shirt.

"You need a different shirt," he said, looking away from you. "That one is..."

"Yours?"

"Distracting."

"Eddie?" Wayne called. "You here?" Wayne opened the door and stumbled a bit, but stopped when he saw you were both fully dressed. "Shit, sorry y/n. I'm not used to Eddie having girls over. I'll be more mindful of knocking."

"Thanks, Wayne." Eddie thumbs'd up his uncle subtly slipping in that he never had girls over before you. You laughed.

Wayne left the room after saying bye. Eddie pulled you in for a hug, wrapping his arms snugly around your shoulders, letting you totally bury yourself in his chest.

"Now what?" you asked, breathing him in. He smelled like summer, and weed.

"Wanna watch a movie with Wayne?"

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nighttime quickie with eddie munson

warnings: no plot, oral, p in v sex, dirty talk

A/N: enjoy a short quickie

Eddie was on his knees in front of you, holding your skirt up with one hand, and gripping your thigh to keep it forced open for him. You were on the desk in your room, letting Eddie have his way with you, while your parents slept in the other room. They'd never woken up yet, and it was giving Eddie a little too much confidence.

A little part of him, wanted to be caught. The thrill of your parents walking in to see their little girl being mouth fucked by the town freak, and loving it. Begging for more of it. Sinking into him, pushing his head further into you. He'd love for everyone in town to know how good he takes care of you.

"Eddie," you moaned, trying to keep your voice down, "Eddie please it's so loud."

"Sounds so fucking good, baby," Eddie mumbled, pussy-drunk before he even gets inside you, as usual. His grip on your thigh tightened, he liked the little marks on you left after sex. Especially right after, when your hair is wild and your skin is sticky... and your just covered in these little sex marks. The dress you were wearing got in his way again and he huffed, "I need this off, take this off."

He gripped the skirt and tugged it, whining when it was still stuck under you.

"Eddie," you whispered. You knew he loved the sound of his name on your tongue. You got off the desk, slipping your dress off with shaky fingers. You wanted to hop back on and let him eat you out forever, but he already had control, spinning you around and leaning you over the desk. He gripped behind one of your knees and put it up on the table, giving him better access to you.

He dove right back in, making you gasp. He was working his fingers on your clit and tongue in you like it was his only purpose. And right now it was, because fucking you satisfied was a full time job, and he was happy to do it.

A glance at the clock on the wall made him groan. It was nearly two, he needed to get back to the trailer, and he needed to let you sleep.

"Baby, I'm gunna have to hurry things up a little," he said, standing up behind you. He pushed you down onto the desk, listening to your beautiful groans. You heard his belt being undone, trying to push yourself back on him. "It's so pretty like this baby, a photo isn't enough I wish you could see it, so beautiful."

"Eddie," you mumbled, bring a hand to your mouth. You brought a finger to your mouth and nibbled on your nail to help keep quiet. He kept one hand on your back, keeping you shoved into the desk, as Eddie fumbled with his zipper with one hand.

You heard the sliding, and felt a gentle press against your core, making you moan again.

"You want that? You want to be split open like this?"

"Yes, please Eddie," you whispered, looking over your shoulder at him. He groaned, the sight of you begging and keeping yourself quiet for him was too much on it's own.

"So polite, pretty girl." He slipped the tip into you, so good and so not enough. You kept trying to push back on him, but he just grinned, pulling away slow enough to keep himself inside but still torture you. "But be a little patient."

You huffed. Even when he was in a rush he had to draw it out to tease you even more.

"Fuck baby, you look so good. Fuckin' begging for my cock," he grinned as he spoke, slipping himself deeper into you, but holding you still so you couldn't bounce back on him. "Such a good girl, takin' every fuckin' inch..."

When he was fully inside, you both moaned, and he had to take a second to come to his senses. You always welcomed him so warm, and wet, and tight, fuck, everytime with you was as good as the first. Or better, even, after having learned your body and what it responds to. He grabbed your throat, and used it to pull you up towards him, and he met you halfway, so he could give you an awkward, sloppy kiss from behind.

Eddie pulled away, and started pushing into you as fast as he could without making the whole desk rattle.

He sunk his forehead into your shoulder, holding your throat in one hand and your hip in the other.

"Fuck babe," he groaned, keeping your face close to his. "Gunna make me fuckin' cum already."

"Uh, I'm- fuck," you try to talk but it was too hard to think while Eddie was like this. You squeezed around his cock, and he groaned with a huge smile. He loved when you were like this, a moaning mess under him. No one would ever make you feel as good as he did, and you both knew that.

"Yeah baby," he peppered some soft kisses on your shoulder, followed by a quick bite. "You gunna come for me? Come all over me babe, I got you, baby."

He let go of your hip and reached around you to get a finger over your clit, rubbing fast circles around it, making you moan loudly. Eddie shushed you, but just kept grinning while he fucked you. Imagine if your parents came in now... they'd Eddie holding your mouth shut with his hand while he slams into you from behind.

"Fuck baby," he moaned, "gotta be quiet. Don't wanna get caught, fuck, don't want anyone to know you're a secret slut, fuck."

You moaned against his hand, and he could feel your walls get impossibly tight. He grunted as you came, squeezing him so tightly it was practically pushing him out. He fucked you through it, hitting every sensitive spot over and over until he was sure you couldn't fall apart anymore.

"Fuck," he muttered, letting go of your clit to grip your hips again, fucking you with such an unforgiving pace, your eyes lolled back into your head. "You got me baby, you got me," he repeated, slamming into you and holding it there, painting your sore pussy with his cum. He hung his head, resting it on your shoulder again as he took a couple deep breaths, still holding your hip and your mouth.

Eddie let you go, flexing his fingers from the stiffness of gripping while you rubbed your hips where they were against the table.

"So quiet today baby," he whispered, he pulled his pants up and tucked himself away.

"I thought if I spoke I would scream," you said, smiling. You wiped yourself off with a towel, although most of the mess would be dripping out of you the rest of the night.

"Give me a kiss before I go," he said, pulling you close.

"Stay with me," you pouted, letting yourself be wrapped in his arms.

"Ugh, I want to so fucking bad," he said, kissing you on the top of the head, and then moving to kiss your nose too. "But I don't want to get caught baby. Can't lose the best thing in my life."

He kissed you again. But this was different, he was showing you how much he loved you with every tender movement.

"I have to go," he said. "I love you though, I love you so much."

"Go, go," you laughed, "I love you."

As Eddie head towards the window, you shuffled some pants on to go to the bathroom.

"I hope it's still running out of you at school tomorrow," he said, smirking.

"Well, my parents leave at six, come back before school and we'll guarantee it."

"Dirty," he said, pointing. "Dirty little thing that loves me, holy fuck."

"Get out of here," you said, laughing. "See you in the morning."

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catching you in his clothes | eddie munson blurb

"Whoa," Eddie said, walking into his room to see you wearing one of his band tees.

"Sorry," you apologized, looking down at the Iron Maiden shirt, "honestly, this one just looked so comfy."

"Fuck, you look so good in my clothes," he muttered, putting the sandwiches he made on the dresser. He used the belt loop on your jeans to pull you closer. His hands slipped under the hem and playfully gripped the soft skin of your hips. His eyes stayed fixed between the two of you. "I'm torn, I want it off but I want it on too."

"Stop it," you said, laughing and shying away from his touch, "I just got dressed."

"Easy fix," he mused, grinning.

You took one of the sandwiches, and starting eating. You offered him the other, but he shook it off, opting to sit on the bed and watch you instead. He was resting back on his arms, wearing just a pair of jeans.

You wandered around his room, poking at random stuff but not really finding anything. When you were done eating, you returned to his space, wedging yourself between his thighs. You held his face with your palms, placing occasional gentle kisses on his lips. He leaned forward, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"I think I could stay here like this forever," he said, "looking up at an angel."

"Cheesy."

"Not cheesy," he whined, scrunching his nose up towards, "just love you."

"I love you," you whispered, leaning in to kiss him again. He would never get tired of hearing you say that. He could make a home in those words. He could spend forever wrapped around you, especially while you're wearing his clothes.

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fem!reader is insecure about small boobs | Eddie Munson Blurb

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warnings: titties, self esteem issues abt titties, kissin

"Eddie, stop!" you squealed, giggling and leaning away from him, who was peppering intentionally ticklish kisses on your neck.

You were across his lap, legs on the couch beside him with one of his hands on your back for support and one on your thigh for comfort. And his lips well, those were heaven.

You could feel his grin against your neck as he mumbled, "never," and continued his assault of kisses against your less than serious attempts at stopping him. Eddie trailed his kisses to the collar of your shirt, which he grabbed between his teeth and tugged gently.

"This could come off," he said, looking at your with stars in his eyes. With the way he was looking at you, he could've sold you sand in the desert.

Instead of answering, you kissed him, hoping that maybe the lingering question would go away. You have a smaller chest, and it never got in the way, until you started dating Eddie. He was a boob guy. And you knew that before you had started dating him.

"It's just like- there's nothing to like..." you said, but you felt so awkward explaining you wished the couch would swallow you whole, so you looked anywhere but at him.

"Hey," he said softly, dipping his head to try and catch your line of sight. "What happened?" The hand on your back rubbed slowly up and down, calming you and trying to relax your muscles. "It's okay, baby, you don't have to take it off. You don't have to take anything off ever, nice and slow, baby. I'll be here when you're ready."

"Eddie," you said, letting his kind words lull you into confession, "I don't think you'll like it."

His look of shock was almost comical. "What do you mean I won't like it?"

"There's nothing to grab!" you said, a little louder than you meant, but at least the words found their way out.

"Baby... no," he mused, pouty smile on his lips. "Don't be so hard on yourself.... besides, I am literally looking at what I'd like to grab."

"I've seen the girls in your magazines," you admitted, "under your bed." You hid behind your hands, whispering, "it's okay if you want a girl with bigger boobs."

Eddie's neck was heating up, and he was sure if you moved his hair it would be firetruck red. But he ignored it, instead focusing on you and your feelings, and anything he could do to help. There was nothing he wouldn't do, he really was the best shape of boyfriend. He placed another small kiss at the spot where your shirt met your chest.

"I won't do anything you're not comfortable with," he assured, "but I promise you that's not how I feel."

You moved your hands, his eyes were filled with nothing but adoration for you. His grip on your thigh tightened slightly.

"You can take it off if you promise to be nice," you said, you knew he would be, but you needed to say it. He smiled, rough fingers taunting the skin of your hips before lifting the material over your shirt up over your head. You weren't wearing a bra, so you were bare to him, showing all the parts of yourself

"Baby," he said, "this is so beautiful."

Eddie ran both his hand to rest on your ribs, the tip of his thumb occasionally making contact with the bottom of your breast, sending a shiver down your spine. He kissed the skin between your breasts, moving his hands up to gently squeeze the soft flesh of your boobs.

"Worried about this, princess? But I love it," he said, "So fucking cute, all for me."

He kissed you again, this time sucking a small hickey into the skin. He did that again right beside it, until he had sucked a small trail all the way to your nipple, taking it into his mouth, and slowly swirling his tongue around the sensitive little bud. You moaned softly, bringing a hand up to tangle into his hair.

"You like that? You're so soft and sweet," he spoke between greedy kisses across your chest, making his way to do the same sinful sensations on your other nipple. "Tastes so fucking sweet, I bet all of you is this sweet."

"Eddie..." you whispered, melting into him, leaning into his praise and affection. "I love you."

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my hero | eddie munson

“Eddie,” you whisper, stolen phone held close to your face as you look around the room. He hasn’t picked up the phone and you're afraid he wont answer, but he does, he always does.

“Eddie!” you whisper again, relieved but still in fight or flight. “I’m at a party.”

“Y/N? what the hell? It’s like 3AM, Wayne was asleep…”

“Eddie listen, please. You have to help me I don’t feel real anymore.”

“You don’t feel real?” his frustration quickly dissolved, as it always did with you, and replaced with only concern. Wayne too.

“Will you help me, please?” you sounded so small. Eddie was already putting on his jacket, listening to you intently as you babbled about your fuzzy head.

“Babe, I need you to breath, okay? It’s just me and you talking, ya? Just take a breath, and tell me where to go, and I’ll come okay? I’m coming right now, just tell me where to go, baby.”

When he finally coerced enough of an answer from you, he was out the door, rushing to your aid. He was speeding down deserted streets to get to you, sick with worry. He felt like this was somehow his fault.

You guys were friends because you tutored him. At first he hated it, but he grew to like you... a lot... so he kept going, just to spend time with you. And you guys had been working together earlier when you dropped a bomb that some basketball prick had asked you out to this stupid house party - the one he was currently rescuing him from - and it had led to a small fight. Eddie didn't remember exactly what he said but it was something along of the lines of "don't come crawling to me when he doesn't call you back."

Eddie was just jealous, and he knew that. He should've just told you the truth, but instead he just got mad, defensive. He really had no right and he knew that, as far as he knew, you got paid to tutor him. Paid to be in his life.

He parked like shit and ran into the house, looking for you. He drew everyone's eyes, but he didn't care. He figured you'd be in a bedroom, since there was no one by the phone in the kitchen. His heart raced as he ran up the stairs, opening every door without hesitation.

He knocked on one door and was met with you yelling, "go away!"

Thank fuck, he thought, knocking again. "It's me, it's Eddie."

The door flew open a second later, and you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug. Eddie guided you back into the room and closed the door.

"You came," you cried, pushing your face deeper into his chest. He melted into you, wrapping his arms around your an holding you close. You were fine, you were with him. His hands soothed you, spreading warmth everywhere they touched you.

"Of course I came," Eddie said, like it was an obvious thing. "What happened?"

"Too many drinks," you mumbled, squeezing him tighter. "You were right," you cried, "he never called."

"I wasn't right," he said, quietly. "I'm sorry I was so mean to you."

"S'ok Eddie," you mumbled, you pulled back from him enough to look up at his face. He looked so soft, eyes filled with worry and care for you. Your tear stained cheeks made his chest tighten, and he wished he could take away your pain, and sadness. "He never called, or picked me up so I just came by myself," you explained, eyes welling up with more tears, making the knife in Eddie's chest spun. "And made friends with some girls and had some drinks and then, and then-" you choked on a little cry.

"Then what, sweetheart?" Eddie cupped your cheeks, brushing his thumbs along the apples of your cheeks, clearing them of the wild tears, leaving flushed skin across your cheeks and nose. His hands found place on either side of your face, gently forcing you to look up at him. Every move was tender and comforting.

"Then Chance showed up with his friends and they all laughed at me," you pushed yourself back into his chest, your shoulders rising and falling with frantic crying. Eddie just held you, keeping you close and giving any comfort he can. His own eyes got hazy just from hearing your sad little whimpers.

"Will you take me home?" you mumbled, slightly muffled by his chest.

"Yeah," he said, "course, sweetheart. Let me just..." He pulled away to properly wipe all the tears off your cheeks.

You looked up at him again, and he felt his heart melt. He had a big crush on you, and he already knew that, but it had manifested by teasing you while you tried to help him with algebra. But it was different now, he still wanted to do that, but he also wanted to hold you, love you, know you. Even with tear stained cheeks and shitty guest room lighting, you still looked beautiful.

Eddie wondered what rumours would fly around the school as you led him by the hand out the front door. All eyes were on the two of you, but you didn't seem bothered by it. In fact, he was surprised about how casually you connected yourself to him in front of all these people. Eddie wasn't exactly popular, but you never seemed to treat him different from anyone else.

He couldn't stop thinking all of these nice things about you as he walked towards to van.

"Thanks for coming, Eddie," you said again, as he opened the passenger door for you.

As you climbed in he said, "Anytime, babe."

You had to wonder if he knew that he was sending butterflies on a rampage in your stomach everytime he called you sweetheart, or baby. If you were honest with him, you should've stopped tutoring him months ago. You'd stopped tutoring when you got a job at the bowling alley in town, but you just didn't want to stop seeing him. So even though you weren't getting paid anymore, you kept going to the library at 3pm on Tuesday, and Thursday. That's when you would get a full hour, sometimes two, of totally uninterrupted time with Eddie.

But that was your little secret. Eddie had no idea.

"Why did he do that?" you asked once Eddie was driving. He reached over the middle to scoop up your hand, and hold it softly in his. He brushed his thumb over yours.

"Those guys are assholes," Eddie muttered, "it's not even worth thinking about."

You made a sad noise in response, looking out the window at the dingy street lights.

"Chance is an idiot," he reassured, mocking tone over his name. "I bet you a thousand bucks he regrets what he's done as soon as he sees your pretty smile at school on Monday."

You hiccuped. The memory of the many drinks you had at the party was still fresh. And your stomach swirled suddenly.

"Time for bed," you said, slumping against the seat.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll get you to bed all right," he joked, winking your way. You blushed, sinking into the seat a little more. You smiled a little. "Awh, there it is. Just trying to make you smile, that's all."

The rest of the ride was mostly silent. Eddie's stereo playing something quiet. Your hands were still weaved together, and you were hesitant to remove yourself when he stopped in front of your house. He took his seatbelt off, but stayed by your side, looking at you with those puppy dog eyes. You could feel yourself falling into them, so you pulled your eyes away, forcing yourself to push those feelings down.

"Thank you for everything," you whispered, voice hoarse from all the sobbing. "Maybe sometime we hang out it won't be about math or me crying," you joked. When you got out of the car, Eddie followed; being the gentleman he is, he walked you to the door. You fished the keys out of your pocket.

"I'd like that," he said, no edge to voice. No smirk or grin or joke. He really would like that.

You unlocked the door, and even though you didn't want to, and he didn't want you to... you left him for the evening. Chance was long forgotten, and new feelings of appreciation brewing for Eddie. Maybe there was something there. Suddenly... it didn't seem that unrequited.

And you two continued on, but it was all different. While studying before you were very goal oriented, but now, you found yourself lulling into easy conversation with Eddie, finding the time to be sidetracked by every question he asked you. And he felt it too, you were more open to him, more welcoming to his flirtatious teasing.

Instead of meeting at the library, he tried to catch you at your locker, or leaving class, just to have those extra moments to walk with you.

Your favourite part, was that it wasn't just two scheduled days anymore. He would seek you out everyday. He'd come join you in the cafeteria, just to ask you a million questions about your book but never let you actually read it and, "ignore all the great things right in front of you."

Even when the Hellfire club looked at him with questioning looks as he sat elsewhere, he just wanted to talk to you. They never said anything about it, they couldn't ignore the genuine smile across his face every time he spoke to you.

Today, you weren't anywhere to be found after class, so he made his way over to the library.

Everytime you studied, you guys were in study room two, so Eddie headed there without much thought. When he opened the door, two random students were in there, scared by the intrusion. He mumbled out a little apology and closed the door as quickly as he opened it, a little too loud, drawing a few eyes in the library.

He found you by the desk, whisper talking to the librarian. You were talking about him.

"...and Eddie in study room two."

"The study rooms are designated for the in school tutoring program, you know that."

"What's going on?" Eddie asked, smiling at your cute little angry face as you huffed and crossed your arms. The librarian left you two, after all, there was nothing she could do.

"They booked out our study room over me," you said. He didn't care about that at all, but his heart fluttered at the sight of you. You were just so fuckin' cute.

"We can just do it somewhere else," he said, putting a hand on your elbow to gently rotate you away from the desk. You let him lead you to an open table. He would admit, it left for less opportunity for him to flirt which he didn't like, and you'd have to whisper.

You started opening your books, and the librarians answer lingered in his mind. "Hey, aren't we in the tutoring program though?" And it made a wild blush flash across your cheeks, and he grin, thinking he found something. "Hey, what's got you blushin'?"

And that too made you blush. You whispered, "stop it," and tried to reel him back into the textbook, but he didn't bite.

"Hmm," he teased, leaning towards you with his fits under his chin, watching your features. "I don't know, I'm dyin' to know what makes those cheeks light up, I saved you, you know."

"My hero..." you mumbled, "I couldn't be in the program anymore if I took the job at the bowling alley," you admitted, wanting to sink into oblivion. "And I kept showing up so I guess they never reassigned you."

"Wait," he grinned, his eyes flashing down to watch as you sucked your bottom lip into your mouth. "You just wanted to see me bad enough to do it for free, huh?"

"Don't say it like that," you whispered, wishing you could sink into your clothes. Maybe get totally raptured out of here. If you blushed any longer you were sure that your cheeks were going to stain that way.

"Hey, c'mon," he said softly, hooking his finger under your chin to bring your gaze up to him. "It's cute, I appreciate it a lot."

"I just liked hanging out with you," you admitted, conjuring up a smile. He smiled back.

"Shoulda told me, we could've not been doing algebra this whole time." You laughed, and still he wouldn't look at any of the work. "Hey, let me take you somewhere else to study."

"Will we actually study?"

"I'm shocked by such a tone, sounds like you assume I have ulterior motives."

"Because I just know that you do!" you laughed, only to be shushed by the librarian. You two made your way out of the library anyway, "I've never been shushed before."

"I'm a bad influence," he mused, smiling at you.

He insisted on carrying your bag after you packed up your books, he only had his textbook and a beaten up notebook tucked under one arm. He would be happy to do this everyday, escort your wherever you needed to go, chauffeur you around town, he didn't care. He just wanted you to be safe and well taken care of.

"Where are we going?" you asked, when you realized he was leading you out of the school.

"Well, that depends on two things." Eddie stopped when you two were in the parking lot, right beside his van.

"What are those two things?"

"The first is; do you trust me?"

You looked at him for a second, and with a soft smile you answered, "I do."

"The second is; are you dying to kiss me as much as I want to kiss you?"

The blush on your cheeks was clear, and the anxiety in the back of his mind calling him crazy for asking was roaring. But you shuffled your shoe, and without looking at him mumbled, "I am."

Eddie smiled at what he heard. He dropped your bag so he could scoop up your face with both of his hands, cupping your cheeks lovingly and looking at you before leaning down to place his lips on yours. He kissed you like he'd been dying and you were the antidote. His lips were tender, but dominate. He tasted like stale weed and spearmint gum, and you were totally lost in him. The way his arms moved to your waist to hold you close, as if this was his only chance. As if when you parted it would be over.

By the end you were both smiling so much it was hard to kiss. When he finally had to seperate, he kept you close, sneaking a hand back onto your cheek, giving you something to lean into while you slowly regained your breath.

"Could kiss you all day," he whispered, leaning his forehead against yours.

You looked at him and nodded eagerly, biting your swollen lip. "Yes, let's do that."

He laughed, kissing you on the forehead a few quick times. "What's the rush, petal? We've got all the time in the world."

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