read this right now, im not playing with yâall.
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đđ˛đ§đ¨đŠđŹđ˘đŹ | 1989, and Eddie Munson has branded himself the playboy of Indianapolis... particularly to your best friend, Winnie Ambrose. Finally sick of being manipulated by his eight inch cock, Winnie looks to you to take down the man. It was simple: make him fall in love, and break his heart. Only, is it ever really simple?
đđ¨đ§đđđ§đ đđđŤđ§đ˘đ§đ đŹ | Swearing, yelling, arguments, mentions of alcohol/ alcohol consumption, some rude friends, mentions of insecurities, a lot of disrespect and gross behavior (fuckboy-ary), I don't know how to tag this, but Eddie literally runs into traffic, not in a "I wanna die" type of way, but... you'll see, and explicit sexual content: mentions of sex toys, fondling, mentions of sex, and oral (male receiving).
đđŽđđĄđ¨đŤ'đŹ đđ¨đđ | Prepared to be grossed out, you're not like other girls. Also, I need y'all to seriously envision Cher and Dionne making over Tai from Clueless in one particular scene in this... just a lil more chaotic, por favor. Also, Reader over here is making latte art! I don't drink coffee, so it's probably wrong, but that's not on me (it is). Oh, and some John Tucker Must Die/ The Notebook references!
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It didnât match. For the fifth time in a row, the piece didn't match.Â
You huffed, flinging the illustrated paperboard piece to the once organized pile of others alike, as your back felt the relief of falling against the fluff of your carpet. Stupid puzzle. The clock breached 11:07 p.m, and as promised, something bad was bound to happen for your lack of completion by midnight.Â
Why you set yourself up for failure, you donât know. But the premise of speaking potential consequences into the universe seemed to be your only motivation in life at the moment. And it, too, was a fun game. One that had your back aching against the four hours of stationary sitting on your floor, as your fingers cramped to piece together one thousand segments of the world map. Though, at this given moment, you were losing hope in Africa ever gaining its southern countries, and Asia was a lost cause.Â
Your eyes twirled to the low oscillation of your ceiling fan. What if it just fell? At least itâd give you a moment of excitement. Something to finally say when thirty pairs of eyes would scrutinize you during the horrific experience of ice-breakers, before the mortifying revelation would dawn upon you that you really were just⌠boring.Â
Your fingers dug into the sockets of your eyes. One harsh sufficient rub was enough to cut whatever impeding yawn short. You still had fifty-three minutes, and if the past twenty-one years of good deeds meant anything, maybe the universe would lighten up and spare you of any reprimand for the non fulfillment of puzzle promises.Â
Your head turned. Hey, what do you know, there was Yugoslavia under your bed all along-
âCâmon, câmon, donât got all day.â Your hair scrunched under the swift turn of your head, as you listened to the blatant disregard of respect, hearing your front door slam into shuttering vibrations.Â
A scoff. An all too familiar scoff. âGeez, Eddie, way to a get a girl goinâ.â Winnie Ambrose.
Your face contorted in despair, with quiet gruffs of whines softly pleading to yourself. âPlease go to the bedroom, please go to the bedroom, pl-âÂ
âJust do it right here, seriously, got no time, baby.â Oh, no. Suddenly, you were slapping yourself silly for the stupid mistake of not investing in headphones. And as much as you could try to muster, the completion of Angola would not be satisfactory enough to distract from the lewd noises that defiled your living room couch. âYeah, yeah, put it in your mouth, go on, finally shut you up.â
Your endeavors prompted you to the cushioning of your bed, where you found the will to rather die of asphyxiation under the thickness of your pillows, than listen to the onslaught of moans that were about to proceed the thinness of your apartment walls. Four hundred thirty-seven a month to have your ears violated by the uncomfortable noises of your best friend and her weekly endeavors.Â
His voice hummed faintly. âMm, yeah, just like you fucking know how to do it.â A month of cohabitation with Winnie Ambrose brought you the glorious gift of Eddie Munson, an enigma. There was never a face painted to the stumper that was Eddie Munson, but the details alone left your mind spiraling to the paradox of a man that infested your friendâs life.Â
âLike that?â
âSh, sh, no talking, just suck.â Your face scowled.Â
Should the night go as it always does, Winnie would have her rendezvous, his heavy footsteps would proceed with a quick leave, her shouting voice of insults would follow before the slam of the front door silenced her, and her tears of complaints would flow down your shoulder.Â
For a man like that, you had viable reason to believe heâd never step foot back into your apartment, and yet, every week proved you wrong. Her constant, âgod, I could just kill him, do you know how much of an asshole he is?!â would presumably follow up with an, âokay, I know what youâre thinking, donât give me that look, itâs just this one time!âÂ
It never was just one time.Â
Eddie Munson had the chokehold of a python on Winnie Ambrose⌠and apparently a third of Indianapolisâ female population. Though, where you could criticize her for her poor choices, you could also applaud her in the fact that she even had a choice to begin with. Her Friday nights were actually spent living her youth with the liveliness of freedom, whilst you were evidently stuck being âpieceâ maker for the United Nations.Â
No guy was ever making you a choice.
But you know, itâs not like you couldnât be a choice. Yeah, you totally could be. You just⌠you know, had to put yourself out there more. You werenât totally invisible. People acknowledge you, like in high school! There was always a polite âmâsorryâ to come whenever shoulders were knocked in the crowdedness of halls. Granted, itâs not like any of those people ever knew your name. That notion was really cemented when watching teachers wrack their brains on the potential name you owned after seeing your hand raised, settling on that âmissâ that followed you around for four years. But you were totally there. Otherwise they would have never called on you. Then again, itâs not like anyone else in class ever raised their hand.Â
There. Perceived. Maybe even acknowledged. Just not known.
Just anonymous.Â
But maybe things worked best as such. Safe, at least. Youâd been safe ever since you were seen. Actually seen. Seen by him. Or, you thought he saw you. Your eyes scrunched at memories that felt too vivid for the years it had been since they transpired in reality. But as quick as your eyes were to close, they shot open against the abrasive clash of glass splattering against the floor. âWinnie.â
Your legs worked before your brain, jostling you out of the comfort of your bed to swing your bedroom door open to the expanse of your living room. âGod, you are such a pig!â Couch pillows of ammunition went flying into the arms of the figure before you, his back turned to you to catch the onslaught of fluffy attacks. âYouâre just a no, good, lying scumbag! Ugh!â Hurling over his shoulder, you ducked to avoid the incoming stuffed bullet.
His boots crunched against shattered glass. âChrist, youâre fucking crazy, would you fucking relax?!â His smirkâunbeknownst to youâonly spawned that thumping vein in Winnieâs forehead to accentuate; a sick pride in being able to elicit this reaction from her. âCall me all the fucking names you want, you were still desperate enough to suck me off.âÂ
âAH! GET OUT!â Her still-heeled feet stomped to shove him back. Nothing but his sinister laughter echoed against the clash of her vocal frustrations, as he let her ardent pushes barely sway him from his stance. âYou piece of shit!â Having gotten everything he needed for the night, Eddie took to her persistent shoves, and turned on his heels. All energy lost for his time. âGO!â In a split second, his eyes caught yours, and the sight of his face hit you like a ton of bricks. That was Eddie Munson. Nothing but confusion lingered upon your face, as the tense air became tainted by the complaints of Winnie. âIâm never calling you again, you dickhead! Get out!â His legs, for once, stumbled to her strength, and you watched his eyes fall to the length of your body, before the slam of your front door vanished his existence. Â
Winnie huffed. Her back straightened against the door handle, breath regulating, throat clearing, and hands pushing away unruly hair.
You stared in awe. âWhat the hell was that?â You implored.Â
âThat asshole is to never step foot into this apartment again.â Wide eyed crazy, her finger came pointing at you. âI mean it, Y/N, if I so much as speak his name, you need to slap me straight.â
âOkay, but do you wanna explain what the hell happened, why our vase is shattered on the ground?! Winnie, our vase! My vase!â Thirty-seven bucks wasted on that antique shop. So gaudy, yet so beautiful. Tragic.Â
Your face frowned. âThat asshole happened!â Winnie groaned, raking harsh fingers through the length of her auburn extensions. âGod, Iâm over here giving him the best head of his life,â your face scrunched in disgust, âand that asshole has the nerve to forget my name. My name?!âÂ
Your shoulders deflated under the pretense of a disappointed parent. âSo, what?! You took it out on my vase?! Win, come on, youâve been saying the worst thing about this guy for a month, what were you expecting?âÂ
âY/N, for the love of God, I bumped into it.â She deadpanned. âAnd you know what, I ask myself the same damn thing, god, Iâm so stupid!â She plopped onto the couch. âThat bastard knows exactly what heâs doing,â an incredulous laugh rips through her throat, âsweet-talking girls, getting in their pants, only to stutter out some bullshit name that isn't yours- god, Y/N, he called Therese!â She gagged. âThat bitch who works on 4th Avenue East, heâs fucking her, too!â
So sullen. âMy vase.â
âHeâs not getting away with this.â Winnie stood on sore feet and knees, a stern finger directed at you, as if you suddenly became the perpetrator. âSomething, câmon, I gotta think of something to get that piece of shit back.âÂ
âHow âbout stop speaking to him?â
âNo!â Her whines viciously penetrated your ears. âI have to make him suffer! God, for all the shit he puts us girls through, he has to pay!â You watched her face cinch with perplexity to the ideas her mind was too tipsy to conjure. The advice of letting it go was burning at the tip of your tongue, but too hard-headed to accept, you knew your words would be dismissed for a punishment up to par to Winnie Ambroseâs standards. âUgh, Iâll think of something later.â She gave up. âBut right now, Iâve gotta make an order.â
Her ankles turned with the thickness of heels, and you watched her stomp off into the direction of her bedroom. âOrder what?â
âA vibrator. Iâm done with men.â Liberation.Â
You sighed. âMy vase.â
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âUm⌠hm, umâŚâÂ
Your eyes discreetly rolled, an impatient finger repeatedly tapping the end of your pen; a click for how close your sanity was thinning. âSir, I can come back whenever youâre re-â
âJust a moment, umâŚâÂ
Your back straightened with frustration. The sheets of your notepad wrinkled under the humid perspiration of your hands, as your entertainment was now left with nothing more than to mindlessly wander your gaze about, as the customer before you took waitstaff a little too seriously for your liking. On cue, the alerting bell of the front entrance piqued your interest, where your eyes widened at the sight of his familiar silhouette, and suddenly the elderly customer taking his sweet time became more of a priority.Â
âHow âbout a cappuccino? Cappuccino sound good? Great! I'll grab that cappuccino for you!â Rushing behind the counter, you discreetly watched him take his usual place. Back corner, by the window. Eddie Munsonâs chair- or what was formerly known: cute guy with the long hairâs chair.Â
âI-â
But, now, the events of last night had tainted the little crush that became your only source of motivation to show up to work every day to serve rude people, who didnât have the skill set of self control to manage their crankiness before their morning cup of coffee.Â
Suddenly, everything clicked.Â
From the first moment you saw him, your eyes lingered on the strut of confidence that defined his nature; dark and mysterious, claiming his chair with a notebook that never left his hand. You never would have expected âyourâ guy to actually have been Winnieâs guy, and apparently the majority of other womenâs guy. You should have seen it sooner. When one day, a frown etched upon your face seeing your crush waltz in with a girl in hand, presumably a girlfriend. But when said girl never accompanied him again, that smile was right back on your face.Â
Until the cycle continued. Repeatedly. Numerously.Â
And yeah, maybe the obvious signs of Eddie Munson being the biggest player was slapping you right in the face, but nothing could touch that idealized fantasy youâd like to curate. What the hell else was supposed to make the hours go by? Itâs not like it was anything serious. Just a crush. Like Timmy Plyth in the eighth grade, after lending you a much needed pencil. God forbid someone was nice to you, youâd plan out both your futures together. Delusional sure, but the sincerity of it all was never a foundation. Suddenly, watching Timmy Plyth overly use the word âbroâ was enough to have your insides cringing, and quickly, he was nothing.Â
Eddie Munson was nothing.Â
So, it was effortless for you to easily chalk up the array of beautiful women by his side as second cousins coming to visit, though, the flirtatious way heâd play with their hair was surely too gross; perhaps an innocent friend looking for a catch up, then again, there was nothing innocent about the way his lips would glue to hers; or hell, maybe a first date gone bad, because he couldnât keep his eyes away from the waitress that took his breath away, though Eddie Munson had never once actually looked at you.Â
Until, he did.Â
Tuesday, three weeks ago, had been a particularly gloomy evening, with regulars skipping their usuals to avoid the downpour of dark clouds over city skylines. Quiet and peaceful, the coffeehouse hummed with the white noises of pages turning from worn books and lips sipping upon the enriching black warmth that filled colorful mugs. Like clockwork, his boots squelched with wetness, a leather jacket clinking against metal, water droplets that refused to soak up the material, and his notebook in hand.
Though, this time alone.
Taking his designated seat in the back, you located your coworker who adorned that customer service smile, as she busied herself elsewhere. Your nervous hands rubbed against your waist apron, as you quietly approached him.Â
The scrape of his pencil against the pages tickled your ear, as his scent collided with the deep coffee beans and baked goods that surrounded you. Bats. Scribbled and sketched against the great expanse of drawings that tied to the plethora of words that creatively polluted the once blank canvas.Â
âThose, uh, those are nice drawings.âÂ
His head spun to yours, and your soft smile allowed a matching one to invade his face. âUh, thanks⌠yeah, thanks, theyâre not really, yâknow, anything special.â At the time, your innocent heart pattered at his obvious gaze that lingered too intently to be ever âjust friendly,â though now, your stomach turned at the realization that something more impure was causing those dimples to flaunt. A smile so devilish it sickly resembled his⌠Dalto- âBut, uh, means a lot coming from you.â Barf. You should have told him to fuck off, now knowing what you know.Â
But your lovesick mind shyly giggled and flushed your cheeks with heat. âJust because you donât think theyâre special doesnât mean they arenât great. Seriously, they are. A-And why does it mean a lot coming from me?â Your brow pointed.Â
âNice people give out genuine compliments.â His shoulders shrugged like it was simple. âSee you givenâ that lady and her baby free food all the time, no? Thatâs you.âÂ
He has seen you. âOh, yeah, Margaret, sheâs, um, super sweet, lives in my building. Times are just a little hard for her sâall, so I donât mind having a couple sandwiches taken out of paycheck for her.âÂ
âYeah, see, nice. You wouldnât lie to me.â Eddie stated factually, face hardened, no longer brandishing whatever smirk he played to swoon his next hookup.Â
Such stoicism left you confused in the wake of a brief ten second quietness. Perhaps you had misread that first interaction, and he had no interest in pursuing you. Wouldnât be the first time. Sure as hell wouldnât be the last. âUm, so, w-what would you like to order, sorry?â
âJust a latte will do if thatâs fine.â He gave a light smile your way, as your head nodded in confirmation.Â
âYeah, yeah, of course, Iâll have that right out for you, sir.â Your feet moved with no thought, mentally cursing yourself for the embarrassment of referring to him as an older man. And you heard those airy chuckles of amusement huff through his nose, dissipating in the wind, as you made your escape. But youâd become oblivious to the round eyes that softly stuck to your swaying body, adorned in the combination of rain boots and skirt that had his fingers painting the pages of his notebook with a particular figure in rain boots and skirt.Â
Steamed milk had an interesting way of gluing the fabric of your shirt to your skin with the humidity that matched that of the sticky drizzle outside. Like watercolors, the cedar espresso collided with pearl milk, and with a quick glance to your left, his broadened back met you, as his arm flexed to the rhythm of his drawing.Â
Creamy foam met the tawny caffeine, and your barista skills concocted a small bat to ripple into his latte. Sufficed with your art, you gently maneuvered your way to his direction, where the delicate clicks of your small pumps informed your arrival.Â
But before Eddie could muster out any form of conversation, you dropped off your service with a polite, âenjoy your drink,â to save you from the inevitable embarrassment your mouth would spew.Â
But as you looked back, you watched the phlegmatic corners of his lips turn to a genuine smile at the sight of your curated artwork⌠for him.Â
âSeeing Miss Long Legs now, huh?â
The bustling cacophony of the crowded coffeehouse snapped you back to reality. âHuh?â You looked at your coworker.Â
Your eyes caught sight of the wedges that announced themselves to the tall woman, so modelesque, with a sundress that complimented her complexion. âSave yourself the trouble, and donât involve yourself with that man.â Maude, grabbing a lemon-raspberry muffin for the man across the counter, grumbled under her breath.Â
âWhat? Oh, no, Iâm not, like- I was just zoning out, sorry.â You resumed your position to formulate an unwanted cappuccino, as your eyes slyly peered to the intimate greeting Eddie shared with the beautiful woman.Â
âRight, well, still, sooner or later, that man is gonna swoon you over whenever you get the chance to wait on him, and itâs gonna be really tempting to say yes, but you better say no.â Your brows furrowed. Eddie Munson hadnât explicitly made a move on you. Were you really that unappealing that even he didnât want you? God, how pathetic were you to stoop that low? âItâs what he does. Works you up, get you all flustered, takes you out on some cheap date, but makes up for it with the love bombing, and before you know it, heâs got you right where he wants you: his bed.â Her gum smacked to the intensity of her accent.Â
âYeah, uh, I bet. My roommate, she, uh, kinda had a thing with him.â You grimaced.Â
Maude laughed, her gold jewelry jingling to the waves of her expression. âOh, no, honey, Eddie Munson doesnât do âthings.â Thatâs what he makes you believe, but soon you realize he never actually had feelings for you.â
Your stomach plummeted at her words, an overwhelming sense of discomfort suddenly hitting. Memories. Bad ones. You sucked in a heavy breath, and attempted to blink away the negative pictures that began infesting your mind. âOh. Um, how do you know?â
You worriedly watched her face contort into anguish. âOh, yâknow-â her voice cracked, tears brimming her eyes, âjust heard around.â The muffin became mush in her hand, as she ran into the back. The awaiting customer blankly stared at you.
Eddie Munson was Dalton Barron.Â
And you wouldnât go down that road again.Â
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Blisters had been bubbling on your feet. Seven hours and thirty minutes of standing left you contrite on this morningâs choice of attempting to be stylish by breaking in your new flatsâall too cute not to be worn. Coffee had stunk itself into your hair, and you were verging on the brink of tears after a shift of being yelled at, after the inevitable occurred when you misheard a customer's eight step instruction to their frappe. And to make matters worse, your key was taking too long to slot into the doorknob.Â
But the clashing of brassy metals that clung from your keychain announced themselves before you could, alerting your very own kidnapper to haul you into your apartment, with a purity ringâfor the sake of herâthat dug into the skin of your arm. âI got it!âÂ
You swore your wrist popped with the pull Winnie had on you, as she dragged you into the space of her bedroom. âGot what- wait, if itâs this new vibrator you were talking about, I donât wanna-â
âNo, itâs not a vibrator!â You dropped with a bounce on her bed, as her hands shoved themselves upon your shoulder. âThat doesnât come till Wednesday.â She collected herself straight. âAnyways, I got it, I got my revenge plan! You know, for Eddie?âÂ
Your fingers pushed themselves into your temple, as your eyes felt too heavy for this conversation. âOh, WinnieâŚâ
âIâm serious, Y/N, Iâve got the perfect plan!â
âYou know, he actually came by the coffeehouse, met up with this really pretty girl-â
âUgh, what a slut.â Winnie grumbled with disgust, a deeply offensive eye roll to pair, as well. âGod, I swear, that penis is going to fall right off, and then heâll truly be left with nothing.â She sighed, fluffing her hair from her face. âBut back to business, Y/N, I⌠am going to ruin his manhood.â
You dryly blinked. â...By making his penis fall offâŚ?â
âNo!â Her petulant mewl came with a frustrated stomp that made your giggle. âBy making him fall in love!â That look never left your face, in fact, worsened to the oddity of her scheme. âStop looking at me like that, Iâm serious! We have to make him fall in love!â
You incredulously chortled. âI thought the whole Eddie Munson thing was not falling in love? And wait a minute, you promised not to speak to him anymore, I donât want to have to slap you, Winnie.â
âIâm not going to do it, you are!â
You promptly stood from the bed, matching her height with an urgency in your eye that challenged her crazy ones. âI am not talking to Eddie Munson, are you insane?!âÂ
âNo, but you have to!â Winnie desperate beseeched. âY/N, câmon, do this for me! Just hear me out, okay? You donât actually have to, like, yâknow, date him. Just lead him on! Itâs that ego of his, we have to crush his ego!â
âWinnie,â you sighed, âEddie wouldnât even go for me-â
âOf course, he would! Youâre hot shit!â Your face dropped entirely unconvinced. âAnd Eddieâs totally going to see that when you go to his gig tonight.â
âIâm not going to anyoneâs gig tonight!âÂ
âHold on, wait! Before you say noâŚâ Winnie stopped your incoming decline with a cold finger hoisted to your lips to hush your words, before she childishly scampered her way into the closet. Rummaging through the mountain of clothes she was adamant to hang up yesterday, her hands finally grappled onto her last hope. âOkay, ready? Ta-da!â
So sensationally lurid, with yellows, greens, and purples that didnât match not one bit. So tacky it was beautiful. Your hands grabbed for it. âMy vase!â
âAh- no!â So offended, your mouth dropped, as Winnie denied you the right to receive your child. âYou can only get this,â waving the delicacy around to taunt you, âif you agree to go to the gig tonight.â
You scoffed. Well played. âT-That is, like, literal coercion.â
âCâmon, look, Eddieâs got a big thing with pride, okay? I highly doubt that manâs ever seen rejection in life, so, when he expects all the girls to be flaunting themselves at him, heâll see that everyone is except you.â Winnie was beginning to get that crazy look in her eyes. âEddieâs gonna want what he canât have, so, heâll automatically go for you! But you, Y/N, youâre stronger than I am, and you are going to turn him down in every which way, only giving a little and taking away, until he is some desperate, little puppy following you around. And then, heâll finally, FINALLY understand what it's like. AssholeâŚâ
Winnie puffed her chest, catching her breath, as her hands fervently clutched to your vase. You could see it in her face how desperate she was just to have him hurt, even if it was just a little bit. Just to feel what she and many other girls did, because of him. You sighed. âWinnie, heâs not going to look at me.â
Without a word, she shoved the vase into your hands, before marching into her closet once more, where hangers scraped against the rack, as Winnie aggressively shuffled through the array of clothes she possessed. Retrieved was a dress of angelic white satin and lace that cascaded just enough to save you from a public indecency charge. âNot if you wear this!â She beamed.
Beauty is pain came with such candor.
âGod, Winnie, heâs not seeing my underwear, why do I have to wear these?â So tight and lodged in the crevices of your lady parts, disturbing you to no avail. âItâs about feeling sexy! If you feel sexy, youâll exude sexy!â The next travesty to come came in the form of said dress, by a sadistic designer who found much gratification in the torture of stomachs through the depths of lustrous material hell. With a corset to secure, Winnie was hoisting the attached strings into oblivion.Â
âCâmon, just suck in for me!â Her grip tightened around the lacing. âMy lungs are going to explode if I suck in anymore!â Youâd never felt your body more accentuated, with your boobs practically grazing your chin with how much Winnie was able to lift them with the right bra and a bruised rib cage.Â
And before you knew it, a suffocated squeal was burrowed out of your throat, when Winnie pushed your stiff body onto the softness of her bed. âShoes, shoes, shoes! You need the perfect shoes!â Suddenly, strappy platforms of six inches were being shoved on your newly painted toes. âHey, wait, slow down, Win, Iâm gonna break an ankle, I donât do anything over three inches.â But clasps were being secured around your ankles before your protest could be of any success. Winnie snorted. âWell, maybe thatâs why youâre so uptight.â Your jaw dropped.Â
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On the outskirts of Alcona Drive, under city lights and bustling traffic, a tattoo parlor sits next to a bar of proverbial rock and metal. Corroded Coffin play here every Saturday night. You were here Saturday night.Â
You clung to Winnieâs arm like a child, maneuvering through the sea of people who found vacancy in the open air parking lot for intermission breaks. With rough asphalt embedding itself to the outsoles of your heels, Winnie became your only support after bubbling anxiety worsened the wobble that an additional six inches to your height had had on you.Â
Had you been calm, you would have accepted the gentle zephyr of the night that now suddenly felt as though it was biting at your skin with the uneasiness of your tummy. As a compromise, Winnie, at least, gave you the grace of sporting a leather jacket to hide behind.Â
âOkay, just remember,â I.Ds flashed to the bouncer, âbe cool and collected. Eddieâs not going to approach you if youâre fawning over him.âÂ
âIâm not going to fawn over him.â Your body flinched at the rattle of conversations that mushed into deafening discordance that blared into your ear. Strobes of stage lights blew up your pupils, as you observed the Saturday night lives of people who found hedonistic liberation through buzzing music and weightless drinks.Â
Had your heart not sank to your ass, you would have understood why Winnie Ambrose loved going here.Â
But for you, your nails were sinking into the skin of Winnieâs arm, but she would endure the bitter sting, as long as it would appease your silent suffering. She was, in fact, the reason you were dragged here.Â
âLook, weâll do a lap before we settle.â Winnie screamed into your ear.Â
Before you could question her motives, a drunken screech interrupted your train of thoughts. âWinnie!â Youâd forgotten she had friends outside of you.Â
Your legs jostled at the strength of Winnieâs pull, hauling you to a group of strangers whose overpowering perfumes skirmished with the breaths of cocktails that lingered in their vicinity. Squeals of greetings were exchanged, as you timidly stepped back, watching what an actual social interaction was between people who had real lives.Â
âThis is,â her jewelry-ridden hand clasped to your wrist, âthis is Y/N!â Small smiles with the company of tiny waves and head nods was all that was proffered to you, and you wondered if Terry Wernerâs unsolicited words of you being âstandoffishâ as the reason as to why you sat alone in the middle school cafeteria were actually true. Then again, you couldnât fault Winnieâs friends for how quickly they turned away from you, when you stood with nothing but a precautious stare with lips so tightly inward. âY/N, this is Janet! Janetâs dating Walker! This is Walkerâs sister, Karey! Kareyâs dating Danaisha! This is Peneolope! Oh, thatâs Jaiden- uh, Jaidenâs roommates with Sebastian! And my friend Carly!â Abruptly, Winnieâs warm breath was fanning against your ear. âAnd Janet is secretly hooking up with Seb, so donât say anything, because heâs also doing it with Pen, who quite literally just had a threeway with Jaiden and another girl, who happened to Danaishaâs ex, who she claims not to be hung up on, yet still frequently talks to behind Kareyâs back, so...â God, is this what adulthood was?!
Perhaps you were the wrong person to tell, as a series of confused looks were thrown your way when your freshly plucked eyebrowsâupon Winnieâs requestâseverely sold your face away to the unnerving settlement you earned from the incestuous ties that happen to hold this group together.
But their judgements didnât hold for too long, as Winnieâs dramatic recollection of the past week left her friends violently ignoring your presence.
At an attempt to wave off the awkwardness you were certain people could feel, you faintly bobbed your head to the music that lowly vibrated from the speakers; an appeasement to bar goers who drunkenly waited for the performance intermission to pass.Â
Your eyes darted, jumping from corner to corner, swiftly locking eyes with strangers who maneuvered every which way. Your teeth began to anxiously gnaw into your glossed lips, as deep unsettlement bubbled in your belly at the realization your eyes were searching for a specific face, oneâs who you truly had no business festering upon.Â
Winnie Ambrose was completely out of her mind if she even thought for a second Eddie Munson would fall for this.Â
This wasnât self-deprecation. This was utter reality.Â
Heels of different heights, all styled to the zeitgeist of the blooming 90s, complimented the women of the bar so beautifully. So many kinds of smiles brightened the dimly lit setting, with colors brandishing their lips from enticing, deep plums to the beauty of a natural hue. With an array of bodies on display just for him, Eddie Munson wouldnât even fathom the idea of you.
A guitar riff ripped through the dense air.
Drenched in the center spotlight, the blinding shine illuminated that signature smile that etched itself onto his face upon seeing the crowd flock to his feet. So below him. âHope yâall had enough time to rest,â his voice buzzed, amplified into your ears, as his lips kissed the mic, ââcause weâre about to put you through the fucking wringer!â
You watched Winnie roll her eyes in your peripheral, too accustomed with the aggression of cockiness that seemed to have every woman hollering at his command. Eyes scowling, lip twitching, and a hand searing its print onto your wrist, it became quite obvious that even the presence of Eddie Munson brought her anger.Â
Wrath, even.Â
There was no talking Winnie Ambrose out of this. She had a plan. And it was cemented.Â
Winnie Ambrose was taking Eddie Munson down.Â
And you were complicit.Â
His voice, so deep with husk it had beautiful women practically throwing themselves for his attention, caused a ripple of goosebumps to invade your skin. Something about Eddie Munson had caused a leach of perturbation to suck the life out of you. So dark, his eyes silently sang to the ladies below him, as nothing became more alluring than the sinister blackness that specialized each girl with eye contact so intimidating. If only they knew it meant absolutely nothing.Â
Every gaze. Every smirk. Every touch. Every lyric dedicated to the busty blonde with curly hair, or the sun-kissed beauty with a look so delicate.Â
It all meant absolutely nothing.
And Eddie Munson loved it.Â
Reveling in the control he had, nothing but a smile and wink to get whatever he wanted out of a desperate girl who urged him to make her feel good. And he did. Never a moment passes, where Eddie didnât have a lady crying in rapture of his orgasmic touch. No matter the mind, no matter the body, Eddie Munson had a truly remarkable talent to blank the conscious of any thought, washing a womanâs worries away with his fingers, tongue, and cock, as his filthy voice kissed their ears with the sweet nothings that had them believing they were one of a kind.Â
But it was nothing but a ruse.Â
And theyâd come to find that, as the once pleads to make them feel good, left them with tears staining the makeup he ruined. No one ever talks about the detriment of having your body used. Furthermore, no one talks about the utter humiliation of running back to the man that did so.Â
Nothing but a lousy phone call or run in at the club was enough to have you reeled back into his loving arms that were only loving for forty minutes, before they rejected you like you were nothing. And he affirmed it with a smile so sickening, as he watched the torment twist their face in disgust at his actions.Â
But not that it mattered, theyâd be crawling right back at the snap of his fingers.Â
With a sudden yank, your heels were clicking to catch up with Winnieâs steps. âHey, wait, what are you- what are you doing?!â Your voice barely became audible under the thunder of Corroded Coffinâs thrashing.Â
âCâmon, just follow my lead!â Was all she gave you to work with, before her aggressive hands were shoving strangers out of the way, until you made it into the front sea of men and women who handbanged their body to the clash of the music.Â
It didnât take long for Eddie to make his usual way around the stage edge, where those desperately interested flaunted what they had to offer; breasts pooling from the hazard that was an overtly low-cut topâmuch to Eddieâs likingâor tongues hungrily circling their lips to potentially entice the metalhead for quickie.Â
And then there was you: stood gracelessly behind the stature of your friend, as you gawked at the foreignness of a Saturday night out.Â
It became inevitable when Eddieâs gaze fell upon Winnie, who you actually had to give props to, as she stood her ground with an ardent cross of her arms over her chest. A mocking wink was thrown against her scowl, but Winnie quickly graced him with a tight-lipped smile, as you watched with confusion. Her fingers waved in his direction, as his egotistical smirk grew wider.
Winnie Ambrose was a genius.Â
Flaunting a smile that had Eddie believing he was right back on her good side for another fuck. Eddieâs gonna want what he canât have⌠having Winnie left you.Â
His eyes fell upon your figure, as his lips continued to serenade into the mic. âWalk away.â Winnie gritted next to you.
âWhat?â Your brows furrowed, unbeknownst to you, a look Eddie hadnât expected.
âJust walk away. Now.âÂ
Not wanting to be on the receiving end of Winnieâs wrath, your legs stumbled back until you found your footing, and left the crowd, as you strutted back to the bathrooms. Because what you failed to notice was Eddie Munson had glued his eyes to your disinterest, stuck to your descending silhouette, as his voice lowly sung to the women who screamed for him.Â
But all he saw was you.Â
The buzzing light fixture of a limeade yellow made it nearly impossible for the women of the barâs bathroom to adequately reapply their makeup. You stood back, watching the delicate precision of lipstick to lips, tissue to eyeliner, and fingertips to skin.Â
So effortlessly pretty, you took your turn at the crowded mirrors, and followed the movements of every other girl to fix up your look. You quite liked the black liner that ran the perimeter of your eyes that Winnie had applied. She paired it so nicely with a shimmer that didnât intimidate you, and, in fact, blossomed your eyes to a vivid awakeness.Â
But the perspired air had blinked your makeup to a light smear.
âNeed some tissue?â
âWhat?â
Her cheeks plumped with a smile on her face. âTissue? Donât use the ones here.â Her head pointed to the brown tear of paper that lingered in the dispenser. âItâs rough, and itâll probably cause you to contract herpes.â She joked, as her hand reached to extend you a sheet of soft tissue that came from its designated travel case from her purse.Â
âThank you.â You gently smiled, as your finger cleared your eye of the blackened stain that darkened your undereyes.Â
âGirls night out or you bankinâ on seeing someone?â The rich brown lined her ample lips.
âOh, uh, I guess both⌠kinda.â You meekly answered, as the tainted tissue disposed itself in the overflowing bin.Â
âSame, girl.â Her finger of a deep burgundy acrylic smoothed out the creaminess of her lip liner. âDesperately need to feel somethinâ tonight. See, after my ex, ugh, itâs been a dry spell. Tried that whole celibacy thing, but, nuh-uh, not for me, lemme tell you, it is not for the weak, yâknow?â
Perhaps you were Godâs strongest soldier then.Â
You dryly blinked a lie. âY-Yeah, totally know⌠wh-what, uh, you mean.â You softly chuckled.Â
âGod, and that front man up there with his little guitar.âÂ
Your brows jumped into the creases of your forehead, as you blankly stared at her. âE-Eddie?â
âYeah, you know him?â Her lips smacked the thick gloss with a pop.Â
âUh, no, n-no, not really. Just, um, you know, heard of him, I guess.â You shrugged, as you eyed yourself in the murky mirror, fingers prodding at your face, as an excuse not to look at her.Â
âOh, yeah.â She giggled, face coming up close to her reflection. âEveryone and their mother has âround here. But honestly, with a guy like that you just needâa put a leash on him, yâknow? Eddie needs someone whoâs not gonna put up with his bullshit, and when he sees thatâs me, all these other girls will see they were never the one. And I plan on making him mine.â
You were royally fucked.
The tensionâwhether made up in your head or actually thereâhad fortunately been broken by Winnie bustling into the bathroom. âAh! Did you see how well that worked?! Well, actually, you didn't, you were walking away, but it totally did!â
âHa ha, okay, um, why donât we head out, yeah?â You directed her to the bathroom door, not before flashing the beautiful girl a small smile, as she winked you goodbye. You were met with the generic music that was once blaring upon your first entrance, as you took notice of the now empty stage that left people to mingle around the bar. âOkay, what? What are you-â
âEddie! He totally checked you out when you left! I told you this would work!â She geeked with the surprising ability to joyfully jump in five inch stilettos. âGod, I wish you could have seen his face, Y/N, he was totally like âhuh?ââ You laughed at her over exaggerated facial expression. âHe so wants you now.â
Winnie began guiding you back to the table of her friends. âSee, um, Winnie, I think we may have run into a little problem. You know that girl in the bathroom, sheâs totally gunning for-â
âAye, your back!â Kareyâs voice rang into a cheerful greeting⌠until her eyes landed upon you. âOh, you, too.â
Oh. Leave it to you to be deduced to an oh.Â
Winnie dragged an obnoxiously loud chairâthat didnât help your attempt to potentially win her friends overâto the unwelcoming table, and patted you down. âDuh, of course, sheâs here, sheâs with me.â Winnie smiled a smile that did little to appease that burdening feeling that resided within you, though, you knew she was trying.Â
As the table fell into a conversation of inside jokes and personal stories that you had no clue about, and you found your eyes whisking away to the rowdiness around you. Had you actually caught the eyes of Eddie Munson, or had Winnie just been flattering you? Bless her, you know she feels a lot, but three years of friendship that felt like a lifetime taught you that her uniquely Winnie Ambrose mind had a knack for twisting events in favor of her.
Narcissism? No, not really. Perhaps crazed in the nicest way possible? Would you be a bad friend to say yes?
Her one sided relationship with Eddie Munson truly stamped itself as exhibit A. Then, of course, there was the whole sugar daddy incident, where Winnie swore up and down that the older gentleman on the train was about to make her rich. Turns out, his compliment about her shoes was solely based on the fact that his wife would love the same pair.Â
So maybe, just maybe, Winnie became an A.P Literature teacherâs favorite example of an unreliable narrator, as what she saw as a gaze of piqued interest from the metalhead was most likely a swift gaze that meant absolutely nothing.Â
Sudden voices erupted through the barâs casual buzz, and you turned your head to the commotion, where the familiar members of Corroded Coffin marked their way through the crowding praises. Inexorably, a flock of women came hurtling as the sweaty lead singer and guitarist made his way out to sift through the potential suitors of a good time.Â
His hungry hands found a way to delicately graze the skin of every woman, giving them a lightning rush of whatever fun he could proffer for the night.Â
Shifting in your seat at the sudden wave of heat that burned you, you swallowed deeply watching the long strut of the mystery girl in the bathroom make a beeline to Eddie. It became easy to rationalize that pit in your stomach as the inevitable downfall of your best friendâs plan. Nothing more.Â
And yet, your eyes couldnât steer away from them.Â
She was unbelievably gorgeous with an aura that captivated his attention in a split second. Over your shoulder, you watched her long lashes bat at his emerging smile, her gold rings complimenting the clash of his heavy silver ones, as his hand slipped into hers, raising it to a height that left her twirling before him, as he gawked at her body that fitted perfectly to her outfit.
And it was when his nose skimmed the skin of her cheek, lips whispering into her bejeweled ear, when his eyes unexpectedly caught yours across the bar.Â
An action so abrupt, you swiftly turned away to the ongoing conversation that had no interest in including you, but even that was better than staring Eddie Munson directly in the eye, as he worked up another woman.Â
Your pattering heart of anxiety became too heavy for your chest, forcing you to suffer in silence, heaving steadily until those rampaging butterflies finally calmed themselves in your stirring belly.Â
âHey, you alright?â Winnieâs voice came close to your personal space.Â
You straightened your back, forcing a smile to appear. âYeah, yeah, just, uh⌠I donât know, getting used to things, I guess.â Her nods urged you to proceed. âBut also, what I was trying to say earlier, that girl-â
âHey.â You turned your head to the direction of the piercing blue eyes that scrutinized you with deep thought. Janet clung to his arm, as his body leaned over the table, as if to have you hear loud and clear. Walker Brauchman. âI know you from somewhere?âÂ
âUm-â
âYour face, you got the face of someone I know, or at least, knew of.â His finger, so accusatory, pointed you out, adding seven more pairs of eyes to peruse you. âI thought it when I first saw you, but I canât seem to put my finger on it.â
âOh,â you stared around with a nervous laughter that rippled through your throat, âI donât, uh, I donât think so.â His face had been nothing but new when first approached, and surely those crystal eyes and broad brow bone would stick out in the memory of the past had you actually run into him before.
But he refused that answer, sticking with a fervent shake of his head. âNah, nah, Iâve seen you before.â
Janetâs tense chuckles bursted out, as you watched her hands tighten around his bicep. âWhatâs going on here?â Her wide eyes ran down you. âHave you been with my boyfriend before?â Despite the flashy smile never leaving her face, nothing but hatred passed through her words.
âN-No, I donât-â
âGod, Walker, just drop it. How many beers have you had?â Winnieâs eyes rolled. âSheâs not wandering around nightclubs where you techie, trust fund boys hang around. And Sebastian, when was the last time you got laid?â
You watched Janetâs eyes bug, and it became more evident that the glue holding these people was a deep loathing for one another. âDidnât even say anything.â Sebastianâs voice quietly muttered, as he drowned his mouth in bourbon.Â
You sighed, sinking back in your chair. The entire night out was becoming a bust, and you were forced to revel in it. âWinnie.â You quietly spoke. âMaybe I should just head home, you stay and have fun.â You offered a weak smile in return to her concern.Â
âWhat? No.â She urged. âLook, just ignore them, okay? Theyâre a bunch of stuck up assholes, who I literally just use to get into that upscale bar on Saint Exn, you know, where they have those really uncomfortable performances that are supposed to be artsy, but really itâs just a bunch of weirdos bumping into walls.âÂ
With a smile on your face, your soft giggles got lost in the murmur of the bar. At the very least, you had Winnie by your side. You leaned close to her vicinity. âListen, Win, I know I said I would help you with this plan to, um, get back at Eddie, but I donât think this is really gonna work out- or at least, Iâm probably not the right person to do it.â
âWhat? How come?â Her arched brows pinched into her forehead. âNo, youâre totally perfect, Y/N, I mean it, he was completely eyeing you.â
âWinnie, itâs just-â You adjusted in your seat to face her. âI feel like you may need someone with, um, more edge, I guess. I canât- câmon, Win, you know I canât talk to a person like Eddie, it wouldnât- it just wouldnât work.â You rationalized. âYou know, l-like her?â
Winnie followed the slight gesture that directed her behind you, where Eddieâs hand nursed a beer, as his right was occupied with groping at the fat of the womanâs ass. Winnieâs face scrunched into a scowl of disgust. âThat perv does that to everyone. Trust, heâll leave her as fast as it takes to finish in her.â
While appreciated, her words did little to provide you any comfort.Â
You peered back, and that inevitable pull left Eddieâs eyes gazing into yours, as his lips clung to the rim of his glass cup. Your eyes nervously met back to Winnieâs, and suddenly she had a smile on her face, as your periphery showed you the distant movements of Eddie guiding his group of band members and their pick of night to the large table behind you.Â
âGod, he is so trying to make me jealous.â Winnieâs hushed voice complained to you. Eddie was beginning to approach with his new girl in tow. Nothing but a loud clatter from his friends who were securing spots around the table. âOkay, next part of the plan, we gotta move.â Winnie aggressively tapped your arm.Â
âMove? Move where?â You softly panicked.Â
âNo, not move, like move onto the next- okay, just forget, just get up.â
âNow?â
âYes, now!â Her demands spat on you through her harsh whispers. âQuick, quick! Just go get a drink.â
âI donât want a drink, though.â Your brows furrowed.Â
Winnie deadpanned. âOh, for the love of god, Y/N, just go to the bar. Just walk, no matter what, just walk, okay?â
Standing on your wobbly feet, you turned to face the busy bar. It only took one step for Winnieâs hand to suddenly shove your body forward in a belligerent manner that had your shoulder colliding with Eddieâs. But Winnieâs words were battering at your head. Just walk. And you never met the stunned state of Eddie Munson, as the entirety of his attention was stolen by you.Â
âFuck, fuck, fuck, fuckâŚâ Your legs worked faster than your mind, hastily navigating you through the packed sardine of bodies, before you managed to squeeze yourself into a spot at the bar. Your finger tapped to the beat of your heart, clicking your nail to the slick wooden countertop that became more fervent by the second.Â
Through the swarming patrons, the bartenderâs eyes locked with yours, which prompted your request. âJust a water, please.â With nothing but a nod handed back, your shoulders slumped to the whatever degree of fresh air the bar provided that wasnât as suffocating as Eddie's presence.
You wondered if Eddie had said something to Winnie. They were nothing but a few feet apart, and seeing as what you had just done, you thought of the potential outcomes that could proffer themselves. The most blaring one being that Eddie probably told Winnie off about her creep of a friend who needs to back off. Oh, god, why did you ever agree to this? Embarrassment was coursing its burning way to your cheeks, which only worsened with the densely hot atmosphere that was beginning to be overwhelming. One look back would save you from the overbearing thoughts that were consuming your head, that Eddie Munson was, in fact, not at all engaging with Winnie Ambrose, but your eyes stayed glue to the whisking hands of the bartender, as concoctions were made before your water could ever be served.Â
Ice clanged, and you became captivated by the rapid shake of the mixer, until-
âShoulder check back there was a bit rude, no?â Your eyes rose to the voice, only for a lump to lodge itself in the sudden tightness of your throat, hurriedly forcing your head away from him.Â
With a nearly empty cup, a simple gesture to the bartender for a refill sufficed as a wordless transaction for Eddie and the worker. âSorry. Just crowded.â You managed to muster out, refusing his eyeline, despite his searing into your profile.Â
The answer should have served, but Eddieâs presence lingered for that awaiting refill, much like your water being tossed to the backburner for the numerous cocktails that were coming in for the sole bartender. Silence ensued, nothing but the minimal sounds of his body leaning forward were somehow becoming the lone focus of your attention. âYou must think Iâm some real jerk off, huh?â
You hadnât registered how close his face had come, when your head turned and a pair of noses nearly bumped, with a smile eating at his face with just how fast you jumped back. âWhat?â
âRed-ish hair, bit of a loud mouth back there, thatâs your roommate, no?â He eyed your silence. âI know I saw you yesterday. At her place. I saw you-â
âHer nameâs Winnie.â
âWinnie.â Eddieâs tongue clicked. âYeah, yeah.â His head nodded, as if recollecting the memories of whatever strained history he had of her.Â
A tense quietness was arising. If intently studying the abrasive nature of the bartenderâs mixing was what it took to avoid his dark eyes, then youâd keep your focus trained, until a free moment was given to finally provide you with a water bottle.Â
But Eddie Munson, of course, had other plans.Â
âSo, howâs Margaret?â
Such a casual grin swept his face, as he awaited the answer, but he was met with nothing more than a perplexed face of judgment, that had a cute way of flexing your brows together, he noted. âYou remember Margaret but not Winnie?â Eddie Munson truly was just a load of bullshit.
âWell, if it came from your mouth, sweetheart, Iâm gonna remember.â
Nothing but pathological lies spewing from that sinister grin. With luck on your side, the bartender found a moment of time to thrash a cold bottle of water upon you, giving you an escape, as you left him with nothing but a ârightâ to end the conversation.Â
His eyes stuck to the movement of your hips, his itching fingers have to splay themselves on the stubble of his chin, as his gaze diverted to the expanse of your body.Â
Had he seen your face, though, he would have relished in the panic that showcased itself, as you quickly stumbled your way back to Winnie, who was gladly slurping down her martini at the entertainment she witnessed from afar.Â
âOh, my god, oh, my god, what did- ugh, what did he say?!â Winnie choked on her olive.Â
âYâknow, Winnie, I think it actually may be best if we just call it a night.â You quickly gathered your jacket over your shoulders, as Winnie stood from her seat.Â
Not one to tell twice, the contents of her martini glass were swigged down in a second, as she gathered her scattered belongings of a purse that was riffled through to retrieve her needed lipstick prior to your arrival. âOkay, but what did he- bye guys!â She waved off her friends. âWhat did he say?!â
Your hand clutched to hers, as you persevered through the endeavor of snaking your way through the crowd for a beeline to the exit. âNothing.â
âNothing?! Oh, câmon, itâs Eddie, he had to have said something!â She prodded.Â
âWinnie, genuinely, he gave me some bullshit one liner, and that was it-â
âLeavinâ already? Couldâa sworn yâall just got here?â With a gentlemanly hand holding the door open, both you and Winnie froze in place, as Eddie had abandoned that refilled beer all just to smile down at you. But you took the initiative to yank Winnie back to reality, tugging on her arm to let the cool breeze consume you in the loitered parking lot. But the god forsaken sound of the heavy crunch of boots against the asphalt had followed your movements. âOh, câmon now, things are just gettinâ a little interesting.â Eddie managed to speed up his steps, coming straight for your direction, where he fell in step ahead of you. âKinda left me hanginâ back there.â
His eyes dropped to your bouncing body with each ardent step, and you left the warmth of Winnieâs hand to cross your jacket over. âThere was nothing left hanging.âÂ
âNow, wait, hold on.â His ringed hand buzzed your body, as it came to halt your movements with a gentle squeeze to your waist. âKinda feel like youâre not getting the best first impression out of me here.â
Winnie chuckled. âYouâre doing that to yourself.âÂ
Eddie smiled. âLong time, no see, Wendy, still using too much teeth with your blowjobs?âÂ
Her rum raisin lips pried open with a gasp of disbelief, as without a thought, her purse came flying to his arm. âItâs Winnie, you asshole!â Smack! âAnd unlike you, a piece of vibrating plastic can actually make me cum!â Winnie stormed off, violating her purse with her violent hands that aggressively searched for her car keys.Â
A sardonic laugh rippled out of his chest, as he happily smiled down at. âWhat a fucking liar, babe, donât trust a word out of her. She always comes crawling back.â His sly grin whispered, as you felt his thumb caress you. You scoffed in revulsion, shoving his hand off of you to make your way around him. âWait, wait, scratch that, alright? Forget I said that about your little friend, and we can start on a clean slate.â His legs followed you.
âNot interested.â
âDonât tell me this is because of Red, sweetheart.â Your silence only egged him on. âOkay, look, whatever happened between me and your friend is in the past, alright? Just one little date will prove that Iâm not usually like this, just got caught up in the wrong crowd, câmon you gotta feel a little sympathy for me.â
âI donât feel a thing actually.âÂ
âTrust me, baby, after one date, I can make you feel a whole lotâa things.â His teeth flashed in a wicked smile that had your stomach anxiously turning. âWhatâs your pretty name, sweetheart?â
âI donât think you really need to know that.â
âKinda important to know the name of the girl Iâm takinâ out.â You wouldnât even be able to count on hand how many times Eddieâs forgotten his dateâs name.Â
But you gulped the stress down, as you approached Winnieâs car. âHasnât a girl ever told you no?â
âDonât you have a mind of your own?â Do you? Your body paused at his words, fingers lingering on the car door handle. âDonât let your little friend influence this, use that head of yours for yourself. And for the record, sweetheart, no, a girlâs never told me no.â Eddie mockingly smirked in your face.Â
You swallowed thickly, as you faced the unbearable confrontation of Eddie Munson. Something you never even knew you had the confidence to do. âWell, I am, so accept it.â
âLook, darling, under any other circumstance, absolutely, but I got this funny, little feeling in my heart that youâre too special to let go.â His casanova smile ate at his face. âJust one little date sâall Iâm askinâ for. Whatever you want, Iâll cater to your needs.â
Your eyes slung at Winnieâs through the car window, only to fall back on Eddie. Overwhelmed with feelings youâve never felt before, you wanted to violently vomit, but stuck to the endeavor of standing your ground.
âShove it.â
You cut Eddie off with the slam of Winnieâs door, where he stood watching you, as she keyed the ignition. In the distance, the entrance rang with the exit of Eddieâs friends. âYo, Ed!âÂ
But his eyes never left yours. âWhat?!â
âCâmon, weâre heading to the diner down east!â His friend called for, as Winnie reversed from the parking spot.Â
In the lively night, Eddie Munson watched you pull away, your chest heaving with just as much anxiety as the beating of his heart with the adrenaline you coursed through his veins. And maybe Eddie was lying at the mention of you being special, it wouldnât be the first those words were spoken to get into the pants of a naive girl, who Eddie couldnât have a single care for. Or maybe, just maybe, the craziness of Winnie Ambrose had managed to infiltrate your mind, forcing a sliver of you to believe his words to be true, as you festered on the subtle call out Eddie had managed to strike a nerve with. Something no one else has. Unless you were that easy to read to a practical stranger, how did Eddie know enough to be able to pick you apart with one sentence?Â
But you were urging yourself to understand this wasnât his first rodeo.Â
Eddie watched Clara Dunn hide her tummy with her knit sweater, inevitably leading to his praises about her body that had her opening up her legs to him. Evil. Eddie watched Fernanda Pajaro conceal the hormonal bumps of her skin with creamy concealer, giving him the in to compliment her flawless complexion that got her mouth on his cock. Vile. Eddie watched Winnie Ambrose search for the validation of others, leaving him to whisper those sweet nothings in her ear that had her entangled in his sheets. Nefarious.
To Eddie Munson, you were absolutely noth-
âAh! What the hell?!â Winnieâs foot slammed on the brakes, forcing your head to jolt at the sudden stop.Â
Behold, Eddie Munsonâs hands perched against the hood of Winnieâs car, as the headlights of her Honda casted a sinister smile on his delighted face. âOne date.â His muffled voice echoed.Â
Winnie rolled down the window of her car. âWhat the fuck are you doing?! Youâre gonna get yourself killed!âÂ
His shoulders shrugged, as his stare never left yours. âI wonât as long as you agree.â
Consternation was eating away at you, as the honking of cars was beginning to erupt, overstimulating you into a fright, that only worsened with the active traffic that was speeding on the other half of the four-lane highway.Â
âAre you crazy?! Get out of the road!â Your head peaked from the window, urging Eddie to leave.Â
You envied, yet despised the collection of calmness that he was able to generate, as his face never faltered from the clash of vehicles that sped by. âJust one date sâall Iâm askinâ.âÂ
âY/N, just do it!â Winnie begged you.
âNo! Iâm not about to be forced into this just because heâs insane!âÂ
âY/N is it? Thatâs real pretty.â Eddie smiled. âY/N, will you go out with me?â
âNo!â A car flew by. âGod, please just get out of the road!â You desperately pleaded.Â
Eddieâs face playful faltered. âWhy not? Why wonât you go out with me?â
âBecause I donât want you!â
A honk, louder than the usual, blared to warn its impending arrival, as Eddieâs palms were quickly beginning to moisten at the semi truck coursing down the road. âItâs just a date, just do it!â Winnie implored.Â
âOkay, okay! Iâll go out with you!â You hastily gave in, but the stubborn ego of Eddie Munson was rampantly becoming your sworn enemy.Â
âNah, câmon, donât do me any favors-â
âNo, no, I want to!â You beseeched, as the worry lines of your forehead deepened at the sight of the truck.Â
âSay it.â His smug smile infuriated you beyond compare.
âI wanna go out with you!â You angrily exhorted on the shortness of breath that weasled its way from your constricting throat.
âSay it again.â
You practically screamed your head off to satisfy the liking of Eddie Munson. âI want to go out with you!âÂ
And he smiled, so proudly at his actions, but even more so at your words. âAlright, alright, weâll go out, no need to beg.âÂ
Running off road, you settled back into the seat with heavy breaths, as you finally watched Eddie safely return to the barâs parking lot. Your sweaty hand burned itself on the hotness of your tense forehead that was beginning to welcome an ache from the strain of your voice and worries.Â
If only you knew the worsened matters of your situation, as Satina Rodrigo, with her burgundy acrylics and brown lips of gloss, watched in a fury at the events that transpire between her man and you.
Not to promote the imperial idealization of the American government, but you were beginning to loathe the contents of Africa and Asia that made them so large you were left unable to complete your puzzle by 12:00 A.M Saturday.Â
As spoken, this was the universe's punishment.
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Lights, Camera, AcciĂłn
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18+ â MINORS DNI
pairing: eddie munson x pornstar!reader
summary: eddie is short on rent this month and needs quick cash, luckily he stumbles upon an ad for casting in an adult film and finds himself shooting a porno with you
contains: strangers to lovers trope, drug and alcohol use, mentions of smoking, awkward situations, oral (f and m receiving), p in v (unprotected â be safe pls), mentions of people being judgemental of readers line of work, mentions of anal, slightly exhibitionism, lots of smut, a sliver of mechanic!eddie, and eddie being the charming loser he's always been <3
word count: 13.5k (i am so fucking sorry omg)
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Eddie might be way in over his head.
Eddieâs been naked in front of groups of people before (the high school boy's locker room is a scary place to be, honestly), but never in those awful days of forced physical education was Eddieâs dick the center of everyoneâs attention.
Itâs weird, no doubt about it, standing at the front of a conference room with a table full of producers and writers and whatnot just⌠ogling Eddieâs naked frame.
âCan you lift your dick, please? So we can see your balls.â
Yeah. This is definitely going at the top of Eddieâs âweird things Iâve done for moneyâ list.
Still, Eddie reaches down and presses his dick up against his lower stomach to give his audience an unrestricted view of his balls.
Jesus.
âOkay, you can put your clothes back on.â
Honestly, Eddie wouldnât be in this situation if it werenât for Robert, the manager at Eddieâs jobâ well, old job.Â
Robert had some kind of weird fucking vengeance out for Eddie. Maybe it was because Eddie came back high from, like, most of his lunch breaks, but should that really matter if Eddie still got the job done? How coherent do you have to be to organize music records by name? Not very fuckinâ much.
Robert disagreed, though, so he fired Eddie.
Robert was an asshole, though, and whenever Eddie would nicely warn him, âHey, Rob, Iâm gonna be out of town next Saturday,â Robert would still fucking schedule him to close on that exact day!Â
Good riddance.
Except now, Eddieâs short on rent for the month, which is why heâs found himself standing fully naked in a room full of adult filmmakers.
Eddieâs almost dropped out of this deal ten times by now. He wasnât sure if he was keen on the idea of his bare, naked body being out for the entire world and future generations to see. But then Eddie thought about it, and, well, heâs got a pretty decent cock. Itâs an average size, and itâs not weird looking or anything, and his balls donât sagâ and, like, isnât his dick primarily the star of the show? Eddie Jr. could pass for a star, Eddie thinks, and so do the people looking at it right now.Â
And he also really fucking needs the money, so. Porn it is.
Whatever.
Eddie could deal with it as long as he gets enough money to keep a roof over his head. Which reminds himâ âHey, uh, how much will I be getting paid, by the way?â
Eddieâs now fully clothed, car keys in hand, and ready to go now that heâs been dismissed, and heâs scratching the back of his neck as he waits for an answer.
One of the men at the table (Eddie thinks his name is Brian, but heâs not 100% sure) glances up at Eddie from the pile of papers heâd been sorting through, âEight hundred for the booking and ten percent from the sales.â
Which, yeah, that covers Eddieâs rent. It also leaves a little bit of change in Eddieâs pocket, so âSweet.â Eddie nods.
So, Eddie follows one of the assistants to her office, where she hands Eddie a file with the word SCRIPT written in bold and red letters, âRead over it, practice the lines a few times, do whatever you need to do to prepare for Friday.â She kindly smiles.
Sheâs sweet. Short, stout, and pretty, and she has these cute glasses that remind Eddie of a ladybug. Eddie takes the manila folder, bowing his head with a cheesy smile, âThank you, Emily.âÂ
âSo, will I be getting a costume? Do pornos still have those dramatic plots with, like, pirates and shit?â Eddie rambles as he cracks the folder open to take a gander.
Emily snorts, âSure, but unfortunately, youâre not a pirate for this one,â Eddie glances at her and dramatically pouts, âYou will be taking on the role of a neighbor. Pretty simple and easy, not much setup needed, but Iâm sure youâll see that when you read over the script.â
Eddie looked over the script as soon as he got in his van, and Emily was right: thereâs not much setup at all. Thereâs a few cheesy lines, cliche porno shit that definitely gets skipped over, and then they go straight to fucking. Eddie tries to run his lines a few times, but then he fails miserably, so he ends up tossing the script in his passenger seat and making a mental note to look at it later.
How hard can it be?
Apparently pretty fucking hard.
Itâs Friday, and Eddieâs a chaotic mess as he walks in through the doors of the film studio. Heâd just spent the last 30 minutes in his van trying to practice his lines, but Eddie was never the greatest theater kid, and the lines wouldnât stick, so he ended up smoking a joint to ease his nerves.
People are bustling around the room, calling out orders and setting up lights, mics, furnitureâ the whole mile. Itâs an entire ordeal that Eddie has walked into, and for a second, Eddie forgets that heâs one of the actual stars when someone walks up to him and says, âYou're the new talent?â
âHuh?â
âNew talent. Are you the guy weâre filming today?â
Eddie glances around and catches a glimpse of a half-naked girl eyeing him from across the room as a lady fixes her hair for the cameraman. Sheâs pretty. Gorgeous, actually. Nice body and soft-looking skin that Eddie would like to sink his teeth into and leave pretty little marks.
âUh, yeah. Yeah, Iâm Eddie.â
âGood. Youâre late.â
Shit. Eddie mustâve lost track of time while practically hacking up a lung in his hotboxed van.
The person drags Eddie to a vanity and nudges him toward the high chair, âYouâll get your hair and makeup done, then we should be rolling in about half an hour.âÂ
Itâs jarring, really, seeing the amount of work that goes into the shitty raunchy films Eddie jacks off to, but itâs captivating nonetheless. Eddie can see the movement behind him through the vanity mirror, but heâs more focused on the pretty girl still posing for the camera. If thatâs the girl Eddie will be working with, then this will be way easier than Eddie thought it would be because heâs already getting hard. Some might call it pathetic, but oh well.
âHiya, hon! You the new talent?â A chirpy girl walks up behind Eddie, pearly white teeth and glossed lips working in tandem as she chews her gum and blows a quick bubble. She doesnât wait for Eddieâs response as she digs her fingers into Eddieâs curly strands, tossing and gently pulling them about to see what sheâs working with.Â
Her name is Nicki. Sheâs friendly and very talkative; Eddie comes to learn, because for the majority of the time that sheâs working on Eddieâs hair, her mouth is running nonstop. Eddie doesnât mind, though; honestly, it helps to take his mind off of whatever the fuck heâs gotten himself into.
Emily, the assistant from earlier, walks up to the vanity, her cute ladybug glasses slipping down her nose as she steps into Eddieâs viewâ and Eddie is happy to see a familiar and kind face. âWill you be needing a fluffer?â
Eddie blinks, eyes fluttering when the hairstylist dusts his bangs over his lashes, âUhâ a what now?â
Nicki loudly pops her gum as she shakes a can of hairspray, âA fluffer, honey. Someone to jack you off and get you ready for the scene.âÂ
Eddieâs eyes widened for a split second, and he made the mistake of glancing over at the girl who was still modeling across the room. Her tits are out now, and theyâre perfect, and she catches Eddieâs eyes for the second time, and it makes his already stiffened cock stir within his pants.
Eddie shakes his head as he looks back at Emily, his voice higher when he responds, âNo, I uh⌠I think Iâm good.â
Which, duh. Eddie's dick is practically breaking the seams of his jeans because of the pretty girl, and itâs only getting worse because now sheâs walking toward him dressed in a white robe. âYou must be Eddie.â
Eddieâs surprised you know his name, but then he figures, obviously, you must know his name given the fact that youâre about to let him swing his dick near you. âThatâs me,â Eddie smiles, âYou must be⌠Iâm sorry nobodyâs told me anything.â He awkwardly laughs.
You nod with a shrug and tell him your name, âIs this your first time filming?â You ask.
Eddie nods, âIs it that obvious?â He nervously asks. You shrug, âMost guys in the industry need more than a pair of tits to get that hard.â You nod towards Eddieâs crotchâ and oh god. How embarrassing! She knows you were checking her out!
âNo need to be embarrassed though, Eddie. Pretty soon, youâll be shoving your cock down my throat, so.â
Eddieâs cock may have gotten harder from those words alone.
âA rookie? Seriously, Don?â
Your makeup is being done, so you donât see how your manager rolls her eyes at you. âWhen I said I wanted someone fresh, I didnât mean never-been-under-the-camera fresh.âÂ
The makeup artist finishes with your touch-ups, and you take the opportunity to turn to Don and glare at her, âHe doesnât know what heâs doing, Don.â
The older lady waves a dismissive hand, âHeâll do just fine, babe,â she deadpans. You shake your head, turning to look at the man of the hour. Heâs attractive; youâll give him that. Tall, pretty curly hair, sweet brown eyes, a panty-dropping voice. Sure, heâs attractive, okay. But heâs got no clue how to do this type of thing. Clearlyâ I mean, youâre literally watching him gaze down at the dildos that have been lined up for you as if heâs never seen one in his lifeâ which you doubt. If he knew how to find an adult filmmaking studio, then heâs definitely seen some fucking dildos.
You suppress a laugh when he accidentally drops a glass dildo, turning back to your manager as you ignore his chorus of apologies to the staff, âMy case in point.â
Don fails to hold back a laugh, âSo heâs a little off the walls,â she shrugs, âHeâs cute though. And his dick is nice. Trust me.â
And, well, sheâs not wrong.
Donâs never been one to lie without reason, so unfortunately, Eddieâs cock is nice. Pretty, even. Which is weird because after some time being in this industry, the thrill of a nice-looking cock has gotten lost on you because they practically all look the sameâ just different shades of colors, really.
But Eddieâs cock is nice in the sense that itâs real. Heâs not shot up with steroids to make it overly veiny and big or cleanly shaved or any of that superficial camera-ready shit. No, Eddie is natural. Heâs got neatly trimmed curly hairs across his pelvis that smell like his body wash when you nuzzle your nose against it, and heâs big enough to wrap your hand around, but you know the second he pushes inside of you, it will be a nice stretch. Heâs cut, and he has a slight curve to the left, and heâs so sensitive his cock jumps when you tap the pearly white drop that leaks from his tip. You giggle, shuffling forward on your knees as you stroke him.
Youâre already done with the opening scene, finally. Eddie couldnât remember any of his lines, so it took a lot longer than it shouldâve, but you think it was worth it either way because the way Eddie moans when you finally wrap your lips around his tip is the prettiest sound you think youâve ever heard.
âF-fuck,â He quietly curses, hips shifting as you swallow more of him. He sinks a slightly shaking hand into your hair, gently cupping your head as you work your mouth over him. Your eyes flutter to gaze up at him, and your stomach flutters at the cocky grin he gives you. âYouâve got such a good little mouth on you, sweetheart. Gonna let me fuck it?â
You hum and nod as best as you can with his cock in your mouth, and he hums, âOpen up for me, baby.â
You shift on your knees, finding a comfortable position for the action before blinking up at Eddie, indicating youâre ready. Eddieâs hands are steady and certain as he cups both sides of your head, holding you still as he draws his cock out once before slowly thrusting in until your throat tightens around his tip.
He fills your mouth so perfectly, just enough to where you wonât get bored, but you also wonât get an overly aching jaw, and you canât wait to feel him inside you. Canât wait to feel how his cock twitches when he first nestles deep in your walls or how much better the sounds he makes will be.
Itâs a nice feeling, having Eddie fuck your mouth, and you usually donât care much for shots like this because most of the time, itâs either underwhelming or overwhelming, but Eddie fucks your throat in a sense thatâs dirty yet so caring. Heâs spewing out filthy praises, and you're drooling onto his balls, but heâs looking at you with these soft brown eyes and caressing you so gently you might quiver. Fuck, you really wanted to hate him.
Behind the camera, the director makes a motion for you to cut to the next action, but since your back is to them, Eddie is the one that sees it and gently coaxes you off from his cock, cooing when you let out the smallest whine that only he can hear. He smiles, thumb running beneath your swollen lip to catch the strings of spit and cum, âWhat? You liked having me down your throat, sweet girl?â
You mewl, pressing your chin into his palm as you nod.
"Yeah. Want it, please?" You whisper. God, you didnât expect to be fucked out within the first scene. "Aw, maybe next time, princess. You can keep me warm as long as you'd like."
Itâs almost embarrassing, how much you like the sound of that and how it makes your tummy flip, but you donât have much time to think about it because Eddieâs ushering you up from the floor to climb onto the couch and straddle his lap.Â
Youâre both bare now, and when Eddie had first taken his shirt off, you wanted nothing more than to run your hands down his graffitied chest, but you were too busy sinking to your knees. But now you have the chance, and boy, do you fucking take it.
You marvel as you coast your hands across Eddieâs body, fingertips gliding through fields of inked stories and vast skin. His breath hitches when you graze over his nipples, and his hips shift beneath you, wet cock slipping against your sticky folds. You whimper, grinding down onto him, and he curses as he grabs ahold of your hips. âYâlike them?â He sweetly asks, referring to his tattoos.
"Yeah," you nod, grinding down harder to have his cock nestled between your folds, his ruddy tip nudging your clit. âI can tell you all about them if you want.â
You giggle at his timing, but before you can respond, a director speaks up from the side, âLess talking, please.â
Eddie glances over your shoulder and salutes the man, âRoger that, sir.â
You canât help but snort at his actions, but youâre quickly hushed when Eddie reaches down to paint his cock between your folds before lining himself up, âGo ahead and sit on it, baby.â He whispers.
You listen, nuzzling your face against his shoulder as you wriggle yourself down the length of his cock.
And god, you love being fucking right. The stretch is so good, better than you had imagined it to be, and you canât help the high-pitched moan that slips from your lips when Eddie thrusts up into you.Â
"O-oh. Oh fuck," You whimper. Youâre practically boneless as Eddie fucks you, your entire body just draped over him as his hands dig into your ass to help bounce you on his cock. âJesus fuckingâ you feel so good,â He pants, and you mewl, cunt clenching around his cock as he drills up into you. âYou gonna cum for me, hm? Be my best girl and cum for me. I know youâll sound so pretty.â He whispers.
Before you know it, youâre moaning out and writhing in Eddieâs hold, juices dripping down his cock and forming a sticky mess in the patch of curls at his base as you cum.
âLetâs have a shot from the back.âÂ
Your body feels weightless as you and Eddie change positions so youâre on all fours. Youâre blinking through a hazy fog, and it feels so good. Eddieâs hands send chills up your spine as they grip your waist and tug you towards him.Â
âOh, baby, youâre shaking,â Eddie hums, running his hands over the fat of your ass, thumbs digging into the skin to spread you open. Youâre so wet you can hear the sticky noise of your folds parting, and Eddie groans as he watches your pussy clench around nothing. âYou open up so well for me, sweet girl.âÂ
Jesus.
You donât get much of a warning before you feel Eddie lapping and sucking at your cunt, devouring you until youâre nothing but a mess of moans and quivering limbs.
Jesus Christ, that wasnât in the fucking script. Half of the shit Eddieâs doing isnât in the fucking script, and it's making your head spin.
God, who is this man?
You whimper his name, reaching a shaky hand back to grapple at his hair, and Eddie nuzzles his face deeper into your cunt, nose nudging your ass in a way that makes your toes curl. Heâs good. Heâs really good, youâll give him that.
You and Eddie go at it for about an hour, switching positions and pausing every now and then to get a good shot of your cunt wrapped around Eddieâs cock, or Eddieâs tongue lapping over your clit or tits.
And it's fun doing this with Eddie.
Eddie is like a breath of fresh air. Most guys in this industry are stuck up and make things annoyingly serious, and most girls are either bitchy or just want to get it over with, which you donât blame them for.Â
But Eddie makes things feel so normalâ like youâre just two best friends getting filmed having sexâ because he keeps whispering tiny jokes to make you giggle. He tells you how pretty you sound and look, and heâs so incredibly clueless because he keeps leaning in and asking things like, âIs this, like, a good angle for the camera?â and âShould I maybe kiss you more?â and âIs it okay if I stop fucking you for a second? Because Iâm about to blow.â
And all you can do is breathlessly moan and nod because heâs plunging himself so deep into you that it almost hurts, but itâs so good.
Youâre so fucked out you barely even register Eddieâs words when he tells you heâs about to cum, but your body immediately reacts when he pats your hip, indicating for you to get ready.
You scramble down from the couch, limbs weighted from pleasure as you settle on your knees, batting your lashes up at Eddie as he towers over you, stroking his wet cock. Eddie rests a hand on your head, fingers grasping your hair to keep you still as he gazes down at you. Youâre impatient, so you canât help but let yourself sneakily lick the tip of his cock, and he grins, âItâs coming, precious girl. Stick your tongue out for me.â
You shuffle closer, sticking your tongue out as you eagerly await the taste of Eddie on your tongueâ and when you get it, god, you never want it to stop. Everything about it is perfect: the way his face twists up, the way he tastes, the pretty moans he lets out. You want it on repeat.
You might buy this film just to relive it.
You take every last drop Eddie has to give you with a happy hum; a little bit catches your lip, and Eddie swipes it with his thumb before bringing it to his mouth and suckling. You whine, frowning and causing Eddie to laugh, âYou got most of it, sweetheart. Canât be too greedy, can you?â
Itâs like youâre both in your own world. Only talking to each other and enjoying each other's bodies because Eddie just⌠itâs weird, but he makes the room go away. He makes things feel less performativeâ and maybe itâs just your hazy, blissed-out state of mind, but you think you might like Eddie.
Youâre snapped from your trance when the director yells cut, and then everyoneâs springing into action to tear down the set because another crew will be using it next. Eddie helps you stand on your wobbly legs, âYou alright?â
You nod, âGreat. You did good, by the way.â
Eddie leans forward and grabs your robe that had been pushed to the side. He smiles as he holds it open for you, âThank you. You did pretty awesome yourself.â He responds as you slink your arms through the sleeves.
You turn to Eddie as you close your robe and tie it shut. Your assistant, Emily, hands Eddie a robe for himself, and he thanks her, curtly bowing his head as he grabs the plush article. âSo,â Eddie starts as he slips on the robe. You both start walking towards the dressing rooms as he speaks, âThink I could make a career for myself here?â He asks.Â
You halt at that, turning to Eddie with a confused look, âIs that⌠is that not why youâre here?â You ask.
Eddie shakes his head as he ties his robe, âNah, I got fired from my job. Needed some cash for rent this month.â He explains.
Is it selfish to say youâre disappointed to hear this? If Eddie had been wanting to join this industry, you wouldâve had the opportunity to work with him again. But maybe itâs more selfish to say youâre happy he isnât joining this industry. Eddie becoming an adult film star would mean half of the time, heâd be fucking other people, and unfortunately, that idea alone makes your gut twist with jealousy.
You nod, pursing your lips as you fiddle with your fingers, âWell⌠would you be interested in this type of thing?â You try your best to sound casual about it, and you think it works because Eddie only shrugs again with a short hum, âI donât know. Wouldnât be opposed to it, I guess.â
Before you can respond, Emily calls your name, âDon needs to speak with you in the other room about your next shoot.â
You turn back to Eddie and try to commit his pretty brown eyes to memory, âI guess Iâll see you around, Eddie.â You smile. Eddie smiles back and does somewhat of a dramatic bow, and you snort as you walk off.
You glance over your shoulder as you walk with Emily.
âCould you do me a favor?â You ask her. Emily nods, and you take one last glance at Eddie before he disappears into the dressing room.Â
âGet his number for me. And leave it in my purse, please.â
A couple of weeks have passed since Eddie made his big debut in the film world.
Eddie made a pretty penny from that film, enough to pay his rent and have some play money on the side. Thankfully, Eddie doesnât have to scramble for cash this month again because he got a job at the mechanic shop downtown. Itâs a lot of labor and a lot of hours, but the pay is good, and nobody gives a shit if Eddie comes back from lunch smelling like a dispensary, so.
Suck that, Robert.
However, Eddieâs still thoroughly surprised to see you sitting in the shop office when he returns from a quick smoke break. âWoah, funny seeing you here. Car problems?â He questions. Eddie tries not to think about the fact that heâs seen you completely bare before. Tries not to think of how heâd spent over an hour in your guts last month or how you swallowed his load like it was nothing. Eddie fails miserably.
You shake your head as you stand up from the leather couch in the office, grabbing your purse as Eddie walks closer to you, âNo, actually, Lolaâs doing great.â
Eddie cocks his head, âLola?â
You nod, âMy car.â You gesture out towards the window where your car is parked. Eddie makes an understanding noise as he nods.Â
âI was actually hoping to talk to you.âÂ
Eddie pauses at that, confusion settling over his body as he looks at you. Youâre beautiful, kind, soft eyes with soft, pretty lips that Eddie thinks about kissing when he goes to bed. Eddie points to himself with raised eyebrows, âMe?â
You nod again, âYeah, about like⌠my job and stuff.â
Oh.
Ohhhh.
âOh, shit, yeah, um,â Eddie glances around the office and nods, âYeah, we can step out and talk, like, in my van, maybe?â He offers. Not because heâs, like, ashamed to talk about porn or something, most people watch it! But a few of the guys that work here are downright dipshits, and Eddie wonât hesitate to punch one of them if they say some sly shit about you or your job. And, well, Eddie would like to keep his job, so.
You donât take offense to it, though; you just nod with your pretty smile and tell Eddie to lead the way.
Eddieâs van smells like weed, cologne, and a hint of whatever he had for lunch.
âSorry,â Eddie mumbles as he clears off the passenger seat thatâs filled with bottles of different drinks, rolling papers, food wrappers, and things of the like. âSheâs seen better days.âÂ
You smile nonetheless, thanking him when he steps away and holds the door open for you. You hop into the seat, glancing around as Eddie shuts your door and jogs to the driver's seat.
He gets in with a heavy sigh, hair unruly from the wind, brown eyes wide and excited when he looks at you. âHey.â He huffs with a smile, and thereâs a piece of hair in Eddieâs bangs thatâs sticking straight up. âHey.â You giggle, reaching out to fix the rebellious strand. Eddie softly thanks you, and you swear you see a hint of pink dust across his cheeks.
He shifts in his seat, rubbing his hands against his thighs as he sighs again, âSo⌠whatâs up?â
God, heâs so cute. So incredibly weird and awkward and cute. He looks handsome in his navy blue coveralls, grease stains smeared across his torso, and some sneaky smudges on his neck. âYouâre very hard to get ahold of, you know?â You tease.
Eddieâs face twists in confusion, âHuh?â
You shrug, distracting yourself by poking around at his dashboard, sifting through the CDs and tapes he has lying about. Eddie doesnât stop you; he only watches, and you give him a cheeky smile. âMy assistant got your number, right? But then you, like, never answered my calls.â You shrug as you flip through more of his things. You hear Eddie mumble something about needing a new cord for his home phone before he asks louder, " So, howâd you find me?â
God, he must think youâre a stalker or something. You didnât really think that through, honestly.
You hum, âJust asked around a bit. Youâre a bit of a hot commodity around here, by the way. Heard you started a cult? Whatâs that about?âÂ
Eddieâs eyes widen at your words, and you laugh, âOh god. Jesus, no, I didnât start a cult. I just,â he groans as he pinches the bridge of his nose, âI was just weird in high school.â
âYouâre still weird.â
Eddieâs face falters at your words, but you smile as you add, âI like it.â
Eddie blushes again, but he turns to look away this time, and you think heâs the cutest thing youâve ever set your eyes upon. He turns back to you with a shy grin, âDid you come here just to flirt with me?â He teases, wrapping a strand of his hair around his finger to twirl in a shy manner. âMaybe⌠but I also have a question.â You respond.
Eddie nods, âShoot.â
You take a deep breath as you shift in your seat, âWell, uh, I wanted to ask if you maybeâŚâ You glance at Eddie, who's expectantly awaiting your question, and your stomach twists with nerves. Why are you so nervous to ask Eddie for something youâve already done before?
âWell, Iâm doing a shoot tomorrow,â you finally begin, âAnd I just found out the guy they paired me with is, like, a total assholeâ Iâve worked with him before, heâs justâŚÂ awful,â You explain. âSo, I was just⌠I donât know; I was just wonderingâ hopingâ youâd be up for it, maybe? To take the guy's place, I mean.â
You finish rambling and glance at Eddie as his eyes widen, âOh, um. Likeâ like, film with you again?â
Eddie could leap for joy right now.
Not only are you, like, the cutest, prettiest, kindest fucking human being to ever grace this earth, but youâre sitting in Eddieâs van, chewing on your lip and asking Eddie to fuck you for the cameras again.
Eddie mustâve done something incredibly right in his past life.
âOh!â Eddie starts, â Um⌠yeah, Iâd love to!â What? Weird, take that back. âNo, I mean, like, not in a weird way. I justâ Iâd rather not let the asshole do it if I can do it.â
God, could Eddie sound any more pathetic?
Still, despite how dumb Eddie sounds, you smile and clasp your hands together, âOh, are you sure? I know itâs last minute, and itâs not really the ideal taskââÂ
âWoah, wait. What do you mean not the ideal task?âÂ
Because literally, what do you mean? How could that not be the ideal task? And who made you think that fucking you isnât the ideal task? If itâs that asshole you were supposed to work with, then Eddie has a few colorful things to say about and to him.
You shrug, fiddling with your fingers in your lap, âNothing, I just know my job isnât⌠you know, traditional or whatever. And you had only done it that one time because you needed it, so I get it if youâre, like, not in the mood to fuck on camera for a bunch of random people.â You ramble. Which, uh, no. You could not be further from the truth. Eddie would love to fuck you on camera for a bunch of random people. Hell, Eddie would love to fuck you under any consensual circumstance, if heâs being honest, so. Yeah, heâs pretty excited.
âNo,â Eddie shakes his head, âNo, Iâ I want to, really, I do.â Eddie nods.
Your unsure frown spreads into the prettiest smile before you reach across the center console to pull Eddie into the most bone-crushing, you-scented, chest-warming hug Eddieâs ever been given as you spew out a chorus of thank yous.
âI brought a copy of the script for you to look over so youâre not totally confused,â Eddie watches as you pull back to reach into your bag and pull out a manilla folder. âI usually like to color coordinate my scripts, so I did it for you too. The pink is me, and the red is you, and the specific actions they want us to do are in blue.â You point out. And Eddie thinks he might kiss you right nowâ youâre so fucking cute!
âWow, thanks, um⌠I wish I were, likeâŚÂ good with these types of things, but I think you saw how majestic I am with scripts.â Eddie huffs out a laugh as he scratches the back of his neck. You smile, âI can help youâ if youâd like.â
Oh, youâre trying to kill Eddie at this rate.
Eddie nods either way, even though heâs six feet underground and knocking at the fiery gates. âI would love that, actually. I finish work in about three hours if youâre free.â
Eddie definitely broke a handful of laws while driving home.
Since you offered to help Eddie with his lines, you both decided to meet at Eddieâs place. He gave you his address, told you how to get into the complex, and said see you later. Now, Eddie is ecstatic to see you, obviously, but Eddie canât remember if his home looked normal or like a Walmart clearance aisle after black Friday, so he ran through multiple stop signs and red lights to get home before you showed up so he could clear things up.
Heâs hustling through his apartment like a madman, picking up strewn clothes and cat toys before speeding through the few dishes he had in his sink. Honestly, Eddieâs apartment has seen worse days, so thereâs not much cleaning he has to do, but heâs still stressed when he hears a knock on the door.Â
Eddie doesnât even like candles, but he lit one just in case thereâs a smell heâs grown used to lingering about. Eddie just doesnât want you to think heâs a slob. Because he isnât. He just has an orchestrated chaotic lifestyle.
Eddie couldnât be happier when he opened his door because there you were, beaming with a smile and a bag of takeout, and Eddie thought it wasnât normal to be this soft for someone youâd basically just met.
âWelcome to my humble abode,â Eddie dramatically bows with an extended hand to show the entrance of his small, homey apartment. You smile as you walk in, taking in your surroundings.
Itâs nothing extraordinary, honestly. Eddieâs home is really just vomit of everything Eddie likes: favorite colors, favorite movies, favorite game characters, etc. Itâs like Eddieâs brain exploded and painted itself all over the place. Eddie had a girlfriend many moons ago, and she changed things around to become more coordinated, so now itâs less of a shit show and more of an abstract museum sort of thing.
Whatever. Doesnât matter anyway because youâre gasping and picking up the little roommate Eddie has.Â
âWhoâs this?â You coo at the little creature. Youâre looking down at the furball as you scratch behind her ear, âThat,â Eddie sighs, âIs the reason why I didnât get your calls.â
You look up at Eddie, confusion written across your face. Eddie points across the room to the wall where his home phone hangs, except the wire is broken. âLittle asshole chewed through the wire, and Iâve been slow to replace it. Her name is Banshee.â
The cat meows at the mention of her name, wide eyes blinking up at Eddie as you coddle her. Sheâs a fluffy cat with a black coat decorated with two white spots: one on her back and the other just behind her ear.
You hum, âSo technically,â You drag, âItâs your fault.â You tease. You coo as you press your cheek to the tiny kitten, gazing up at Eddie with these soft eyes, âI donât think you can blame this cutie for your laziness.âÂ
Eddie rolls his eyes, wills away whatever power he has to not kiss you, and gently takes the takeout bag from your hands so you have less to carry. âFine then. Ask her what happened to the laces of my work shoes, too, since sheâs so innocent.â
Eddieâs home is soâŚÂ Eddie.
Heâs got music and horror movie posters framed along his walls, cute little scary figurines randomly placed within his bookshelves, and thereâs an overall smell of Eddieâs musk and the sandalwood candle he has burning. Itâs cozy, a nice space for one person who enjoys their alone time, and he let you choose a record to play from his extensive collection, and he has the world's cutest little cat, so itâs safe to say you could spend an eternity in Eddieâs world.
âShit, that wasnât my line,â Eddie stresses. You smile as Eddie tosses the packet onto his coffee table and falls back onto the couch, âWeâre wasting our time here, princess. I dropped out of theater for a reason.â He grumbles.
You sigh, tilting your head against the couch cushion as you gaze at Eddie, âYouâre thinking too hard about it.â You say. âItâs a porno, not a Grammy-nominated film.â You point out.
Eddie snorts before giving a short shrug, âFor the record, I think you could land a Grammy, sweetheart.âÂ
You roll your eyes, âYeah, right. You donât need to suck up to me, Eddie, youâre already gonna fuck me tomorrow.â You jokingly say.
Eddie waves you off and shifts into a more comfortable position. âSo,â He starts, âWhatâs the asshole guy's deal?âÂ
Banshee has hopped onto the couch and made her way into your lap, tiny paws kneading the material of your jeans as she settles. You gently pet her as you glance at Eddie and shrug, âNot sure, heâs just a total dick,â You grumble. âI worked with him once last year, and he, like, told me I wasnât the best or whateverâ which, okay, I can totally understand,â You ramble, âI donât think Iâm, like, some sex god. I donât expect to be everyone or anyoneâs best fuck, but still! It just⌠it didnât make me feel good, the way he said it.â You windedly explain. You distract yourself with the cute animal in your lap as you finish your explanation, âSo, I asked my manager never to pair us again, butââ You shrug.
Next to you, Eddie shifts once more and scoffs. âHeâs a fucking shitfaced liar, princess.â
You snort, playfully rolling your eyes, âEddieââ âNo, Iâm serious. Heâs a liar. Anybody who even gets the chance to touch you is a lucky fucker, okay? If anything, he probably begged your manager to let him work with you again.â
âYouâre just saying that. I donât need you to try and make me feel better, and it was so long ago anyway.â âYeah, but thatâs the thing, Iâm not.â
You frown as you gaze over at Eddie, watching as he sits straight and looks at you with a serious gaze in his eyes. âI donât know whatâs up with that guy, maybe he was dropped as a baby too many times, but anybody with common sense and a properly functioning dick knows just how fucking amazing you are. End of discussion.â
And well, itâs pathetic how your chest warms at his words, but it does. And as Eddie goes on to ramble about his hectic week at work, you canât help but let your mind spin with Eddieâs kind words until nothing is in your mind but the echoes of Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.
Not many times has Eddie woken up with a girl in his home. Well, at least not a girl that heâs actually liked for more than a one-night stand or a shortly-lived fling.
After running the script for the last time, Eddie suggested putting on a movie and digging into the takeout youâd brought. The meal was delicious, and the movie youâd landed on was hilarious, but itâs hard to keep your eyes open on a full stomach, so when Eddie felt your head drop onto his shoulder, he couldnât help but let his body sink into the couch and fall asleep too.
Youâd woken up about an hour later and tried to make your escape quietly, but Eddie insisted you shouldnât drive in such a sleepy state, so he let you make yourself comfy in his bed. Banshee, the little traitor, trotted right behind you and left Eddie on the couch to snuggle up beside you for the night.
Youâre cute in the morning, Eddie thinks. You have an adorable little pout, and you yawn about 80 times until youâve had a sip of coffee.Â
It takes nearly a lifetime to drag you away from Banshee so you and Eddie can head to the studio because you adore the little asshole, and Banshee loves anything thatâll give her the time of day. You make Eddie promise to let you see her again, though, so you sadly say goodbye with a soft peck to the fluffy area between her eyes and let Eddie drag you to his van.
The car ride is nice; Eddie lets you mess around with the contents of his van and go through the stack of CDs heâs compiled over the years. You land on one of Eddieâs favorites, an old mixtape Wayne made in college that Eddie spent most of his high school blaring loud enough to blow out a speaker.
Today, youâre shooting in a houseâ a nice one that Eddie could only conjure up in his dreamsâbut he doesnât have much time to dwell on it because heâs being dragged over to makeup and hair as soon as he steps in.
âYou thinking of joining the industry?â Nicki asks as she works a nice-smelling mousse into Eddieâs hair.
Eddie had been busy watching you talk to one of the producers, but he finds the strength to tear his eyes away and gaze at Nicki through the vanity mirror. âNo, not exactly. Just⌠doing a favor for a friend, I guess.â
Nicki raises an eyebrow, âA friend? Donât act like I didnât see you two come in together.â
Eddieâs face warms at that, the tips of his ears turning red as he stutters, âHuh?âÂ
Nicki looks at Eddie with a âDonât bullshit meâ look.
âI mean, like, yeah, we had breakfast togetherââ âMhm.â
Eddie huffs out a gentle laugh, âNo, really, weâre friends.â
âFriends that fuck on camera and look at each other the way you two do? Sure.â
Eddie doesnât ask what Nicki means by that becauseâ well, he knows what Nicki means by that. Heâs caught himself looking at you like you put the stars in the sky one too many times, and itâs almost embarrassing. Almost.
But can you blame Eddie? Can you really blame him when youâre the prettiest girl heâs ever seen, the softest smile, the greatest laugh, and the sweetest personality? Itâs not Eddieâs fault that youâre perfect.
Eddie just thinks youâre neat.Â
He thinks youâre amazing, actually, and itâs hard to remember his fucking lines when youâre standing under a steaming shower, wet body glistening and pebbled nipples practically begging for his mouth.
Heâs butchering the script, thatâs for sure, but he figures itâs not too bad since nobodyâs corrected him.Â
The scene starts with you taking a shower and Eddie being a peeping tom, which ultimately leads to Eddie sinking to his knees and licking into you until youâre a quivering, sticky mess on his tongue. Eddie would spend forever on his knees, between your legs, if he could because you taste heavenly and sound better than any song Eddieâs ever listened to, and that says something.
Your fingers thread through the wet strands of Eddieâs hair, and Eddie rapidly blinks when he gazes up at you, only to get an eyeful of his wispy bangs. You smile, petting back his bangs so he can see, and he hums, nudging his face further against you, his tongue teasing more, fingers curling deeper.
It doesnât take long to make you cum, and the second you do, Eddie is standing up, shutting off the shower, and ushering you out into the expansive main bathroom. Itâs almost as if itâs just Eddie and you in the room. No cameras, no directors or producers, or that weird pervy lighting guy that compliments you way too fucking much for Eddieâs liking. Itâs just you and Eddie.
âLetâs do an over-the-counter shot next.â
Fuck. Itâs not just you two, actually.
What a buzz kill.
Either way, Eddie finds himself pressing your wet, naked waist down against the sink, smiling when you squeal at the cold marble touching your skin. âStick your ass out, baby, let me see that gorgeous ass.âÂ
You mewl as you follow Eddieâs instructions, tipping your hips back to present yourself to him and the cameras. Youâre dripping. Swollen and wet and throbbing, and Eddieâ god, Eddie feels like a fucking animal.
âGot such a pretty pussy, honey. All wet and ready for me, hm?â He teases, gently running his fingers through the sticky arousal between your legs. You shakily breathe as you nod your head, âYeah. All for you. Please.â
Eddie steps forward, grabbing his cock and painting it between your swollen lips as he hooks his other arm across your shoulders, pulling you back to press against his chest. He presses a wet kiss to the skin of your cheek in front of your ear, voice dry and needy as he whispers in your ear, âYouâre so fuckinâ pretty,â His eyes catch yours in the mirror as you keen. âAsk me to fuck you.â
You whimper out loud, wriggling your hips back into his as your hands grip the counter, âP-please fuck me. Please. Need it so bad, want your cock so bad Iâ o-oh.â
The slide to home base is fucking otherworldly. It was life-changing the first time, and itâs life-changing now, and if Eddie ever gets the chance to fuck you again, he knows itâll be life-changing then.
Youâre so warm, and you're sucking Eddieâs cock in so nicely, so sinfully, that Eddie almost makes a deal with the devil right then and there. Your chest is heaving by the time Eddieâs pelvis presses to your bum, his cock nestled deep into your pulsing cunt. Eddie leans forward, pressing his chest against your back as he loops an arm around your shoulders, holding you tight to him as he gives one slow thrust. He coos when your eyes flutter shut, and your jaw drops, a shaky hand reaching up to sink your nails into Eddieâs forearm.
âS-so deep,â You slur, wriggling your hips back against Eddie.
Eddie grunts, âFuck. You feel so good, baby. Always so warm and ready for me, hm?â Eddieâs lips are wet against your jaw as he whispers into your ear, and you nod with a mewl.
Eddie works up the pace relatively fast in favor of the cameras, and at some point, he reaches down to grip the thick of your thigh and haul your leg up to rest on the counter so youâre spread open even more. The angle makes it easier for him to catch your spot, and itâs better for the camera to capture the sight of your soaking pussy wrapped around Eddieâs cock, dribbling onto both of your thighs and creating a sticky ring of arousal at the base of Eddieâs dick.
Eddieâs hand is wrapped around your throat when you begin twitching around him, mumbling promises of your climax, and Eddie doesnât waste time in sinking his hand between your legs to help you reach the edge quicker. Your moans fall silent, eyes squeezed shut, and jaw dropped wide open as Eddie fucks you through your orgasmâ and fuck, you feel so good. Squeezing and pulsing and dripping around Eddieâs thighs, throat vibrating beneath his palm when air comes back to you.
âThere we go, baby. Get it all out, push it out, honey.â Eddie encourages you.
Youâre shaking, trembling like a leaf in Eddieâs arms, and Eddie wants to spend forever tucked into your pussy, warm skin sticky against him, pretty little whines and mewls coating his brain in this cutesy pink fog that makes him want to fucking marry you.
Get you a home, give you his babies, maybe even get you a fucking dog and just live happily goddamn ever.
Jesus, Eddieâs a goner.
âF-fuck, Iâm gonna cum.â
Eddie pulls out last second, jerking himself off between your cute ass cheeks until heâs spurting white ropes of cum up your back.
Eddie, ever the considerate man he is, pushes your hair out of the way to avoid getting any of his sticky release in it. Youâre breathing heavily, pretty eyes glazed over as you glance back at Eddie, a shy glint in your eyes at the sight of your skin painted in his cum.
Eddieâs obsessed with you now, no doubt.
His ringed fingers slide through the sticky mess on your skin as he grips your ass cheeks, gently spreading them apart and humming when you arch your back, proudly swaying your ass in front of him. The sight makes Eddie dizzy; pools of cum dripping down your back to slink its way through your ass and over your sticky folds. âYouâve got such a cute little hole, baby.â Eddie compliments, taking his thumb and smearing his cum over the puckered muscle, softly laughing when you whine.Â
He lightly slaps your ass then, reaching forward to gently grasp your face with his messy hands and pull you back to press a firm kiss over your lips. His thumb, the one that had smeared his cum over your tight hole, sinks between your moving lips, pushing into your mouth and onto your tongue as he whispers a small command to taste it, and you mewl.
âSo good, princessââ
âCut!â
You both jolt at the booming voice, getting rudely snapped out of the daze youâd fallen into.Â
These fucking cameras.
You smile, dropping your cheek onto your shoulder as you bat your eyelashes up at Eddie from over your shoulder, âYouâre a natural, Eddie, you know that?â
Eddie huffs a laugh, thanking the assistant when they bring you towels and robes.
âWell,â He breathes as he slinks the robe over his shoulders, watching as you do the same, âIâve got the best coach.â He winks.
Now that you and Eddie have done two films together and basically had a sleepover, youâre practically inseparable.
Itâs funny, really. Eddie thought maybe the fact that youâve seen each other bare and had sex on camera might hinder the aspect of any friendly connection because, well, Eddieâs never done this before! Heâs not a pornstar, so heâs not sure how the friendship/relationship aspect of it works, but luckily, itâs easier than most normal friendships Eddieâs had before.
You talk almost every night over the phone (Eddie finally fixed the wire), going over one anotherâs day and laughing at embarrassing or funny moments. You go on for hours until either one of you falls asleep, and itâs usually you since Eddie has the sleep schedule of a newborn baby who doesnât know the difference between night and day. All the better for him, though, because he gets to poke fun at you the next day and tease you about how you sometimes snore.
And Eddie loves listening to you talkâ could spend hours cuddled up with Banshee as he listens to you ramble on about whatever new show youâre watching or the latest gossip at work. Itâs Eddieâs favorite part of his day, talking to you, so he kicks himself when he realizes he forgot to call you last night.
Heâs getting ready for bed when he remembers, and he practically sprints to his phone on his nightstand and dials your number in less than thirty seconds. It takes you three rings to answer, and Eddie smiles at the sound of your voice, âHello?â
âHi, princess,â Eddie responds.
You gasp, âEddie, hi! Oh, I was just about to call you! Where have you been?â You ask. Eddie groans, dropping back onto his mattress with spread arms. âWorking. Iâm so sorry I forgot to call. I just started a new schedule at the shop, and the hours are awful.â
Eddie can hear your frown when you respond, âBummer. Iâve got a way to cheer you up, though.â
Eddieâs eyes are closed, and sleep is so heavy in his bones he feels like heâs sinking through the mattress, but he smiles as if itâs second nature when he responds, âHit me.â
You cheer, and Eddie hears the rustling of grocery bags on your end as you speak, âMy manager gave me a shit ton of holiday chocolates she had left over, and well, I was wondering if youâd like to drown yourself in sugar with me?âÂ
Eddie softly laughs, folding his arm to rest his hand on his tummy as he nods, forgetting you canât see. âYou didnât even have to ask.â
The drive from your flat to Eddieâs is typically around twenty minutes, but with the benefit of it being nearly midnight and most normal people being in bed by now, youâre knocking on Eddieâs door in just a little under twelve minutes.Â
Eddie opens the door to let you in and immediately just wants to kiss you. Youâre dressed in an oversized sweatshirt, loose pajama pants with cute little ducks printed on them, and fluffy house slippers. You grin up at Eddie as you lift a bag full of candy, âI come bearing gifts!â
Eddie had been exhausted all day, but now that heâs had two handfuls of sugary treats, heâs ready to run a fucking marathon.
Heâs sucking on a sour apple jawbreaker and watching some shitty romcom with Banshee curled in his lap when he feels your head softly drop onto his shoulder. He glances down at you and sees the soft flutter of your eyes, âAre you tired? You can take my bed.â He offers.
You tilt your head to blink up at him tiredly, âWill you come with me?â
And well, Eddie was originally going to take the couch, but youâre looking up at him with these cute, bleary eyes, and Eddie canât even imagine saying no. So, he shuts his TV off, makes a mental note to clean up the candy wrappers sometime tomorrow, and lets you drag him off to his room.
Banshee decided to take advantage of the new space on the couch and sprawl out, so Eddie doesnât have to worry about asking if youâre okay with her cuddling up on his bed like she usually does.Â
Eddie doesnât do this very oftenâ sleep with other people in his bed, he means. And sure, heâs had partners before that would stay the night here and there, but he hasnât had that in over a year now, so itâs safe to say that Eddieâs a little bit nervous.
He doesnât know if you want to be close, but considering how cuddly you are on a daily basis, heâs not surprised when you press yourself into his side with a content sigh, snuggling deeper into the warm covers. He turns, shifting to wrap his arms around your frame, trying his best to ignore the fast beating of his heart in his chestâ but thatâs not the main issue. The bigger problem isâ âEddie? Are you hard?â
Shit.
God, this is awful. Nothing even remotely sexual happened, and Eddieâs popping a boner and practically stabbing your stomach. Fuck, you probably think heâs a perv now. Nice going.
âNo.â
It falls silent for a moment, and Eddie can feel the quiver of your body as you giggle into his shoulder. He smiles, an embarrassed blush rising over her cheeks as he lifts a hand to palm at his eye, âIâm so fucking sorry.â
You turn in Eddieâs arm, pressing a hand to Eddieâs shoulder to lay him on his back. You stay lying by his side, body pressed to him, head resting on his shoulder. You nose at the curly strands of hair on Eddieâs neck, and your hand runs down his torso, fingertips dipping beneath the waistband of his sweats. âO-oh. No, you donât need to, princess.â Eddie says, yet his voice is shaky and holds anticipation as you drag your nails through the coarse hair leading to his cock.Â
âI want to. Please?â You ask. And youâre so good, so obedient, not touching Eddieâs cock until he swallows and nods his head yes. You wriggle, like a happy pup that got a treat, and your hand sinks lower, wrapping around the thick of Eddieâs cock.
Eddieâs breath hitches, sinking into the feeling of your warm hand stroking up his cock, your thumb running over his leaking tip. Eddie curses, hips twitching up into your hold, and you press a kiss to his jaw, and Eddie nearly bursts into stars.
You press another kiss to his jaw, soft and sweet, and Eddie slinks an arm around you, sinking his hands into your hair and shakily breathing. âYou keep kissing me like that, and Iâm gonnaâ fuck.â
And itâs so pathetic; youâve only had your hand down his pants for less than five minutes, and Eddieâs quivering like a virgin having their first time. God, this is so embarrassing.
You kiss Eddie once more, âWait, wait. Not yet.â
And then you shuffle away from Eddie, and heâs frowning because he feels cold without you snuggled against him. But then youâre sinking underneath the covers, and Eddieâs cursing, âW-what are you doing, honey?â
He lifts the covers just as you wriggle your way between his legs and hook your fingers over the band of his sweats. You peel his sweats away, mouth opening like a hungry lion when Eddieâs cock pops out. You push the front band of his sweats to catch just below his balls, and Eddieâs hips squirm from the pressure making you giggle when his cock twitches.
You loop your fingers around his cock, twisting up on a long stroke, âDid I ever tell you how pretty your cock is, Eddie?â
Jesus Christ.
Eddie breathes shakily through his nose, tummy quivering as your gaze flickers; he shakes his head no. Eddie sinks a hand to pet your hair back, smiling when you nuzzle into his touch, letting your lips brush against his tip, âYou think itâs pretty, baby?â He asks.
You nod, letting your tongue loll out of your mouth to catch the pearl of pre-cum dripping from his tip. You donât say anything else as you lean forward and wrap your mouth around him, languidly taking him as far as you want and sucking him for all heâs worth.
Eddieâs head drops back then, his entire body just losing strength to do anything as you slowly fuck your mouth over him. The blanket falls over you then, and Eddie curses, scrambling to push it back over your head so you donât, like, suffocate on his cock.
And Eddie was already close before, so it doesnât take long for him to start cursing and warning you that heâs gonna cum. Before he knows it, heâs emptying himself into the warm cavern of your mouth, soft mixes of curses and your name tumbling from his mouth as you happily take every last drop.
You pull off of him with a small pop, licking up the small remnants of cum that drool down his cock. Eddie feels weightless now; the effects of sugar are long gone now that you practically sucked his soul through his dick. You tuck Eddie back into his pants, and as if you couldnât get any cuter, any sweeter, you press a gentle kiss to Eddieâs tummy right where the waistband sits.
Eddieâs got a loopy grin on his face when you crawl back up to snuggle back into his side, mumbling something about how you love licking his cock. Eddie nearly dies, by the way.
He thinks heâs in love with you, maybe.
You breathe in deep, draping an arm across Eddieâs tummy and slinking your leg between his, and you sigh all sleepy and cute as you say, âGânight, Eddie.â
Yeah. Eddieâs definitely in love with you.
Weeks go by as you and Eddie become thick as thieves.
You carry on with your nightly calls, obviously, but now thereâs a healthy mix of one of you going to the other's home and crashing there for the night, then that bleeds into the next day where you just spend hours with each other doing fuck all.
Eddie just likes being around you. You donât have to be doing anything particularly fun or sexual; no, Eddie just enjoys your company. And most times, you and Eddie will be doing your separate little activitiesâ you reading or watching a movie while Eddie writes up new campaign ideas for Dustinâ and you will reach out to twirl a strand of Eddieâs hair around your knuckle and gently tug or poke your finger into his cheek where his dimples reside and Eddie just melts.
Most of the time, youâre only doing it for your peace of mind (Eddie knows because you told him when he asked), but something tells him maybe you actually have something to say when you poke Eddieâs cheek for the third time.
He turns to you, brows raised and hiding beneath his bangs that so badly need a trim, âYes, doll?â
You smile now that his attention is on you, and you shift, careful not to wake Banshee in your lap from your movements. Eddie thinks Banshee might like you more than she likes him, which is just downright traitorous, considering Eddieâs the one who feeds her and keeps a roof over her head. He doesnât really blame the cat, though.Â
âWhat are you doing on Saturday?â You ask.
Eddie hums, closing his notebook and leaning back into his couch, âThis Saturday?â
You nod, and Eddie shrugs, lips pouting as he speaks, âNothing, Iâm pretty sure. Why?â
You sigh heavily, sinking into the couch as you gently pet Banshee behind her ear, âWe have an event for work, and I was just wondering if you would maybe wanna tag along?â
Eddieâs head tips in interest, âSure. Is it, like, fancy dress shit?â He asks. Eddie thinks he has a tux somewhere deep in the trenches of his closet. Probably the one he wore to Wayne's wedding two years ago; he hopes he still fits.
You shrug, âEh, nothing too fancy schmancy. Slacks and a nice shirt will do,â You mindlessly watch the television, gently rubbing Bansheeâs ear between your fingers. âThat I can do, princess. But uh,â Eddie pauses, âYou donât seem too ecstatic about this.â He points out.
You shrug, glancing over at Eddie, and Eddie wants to kiss your pouty lips because you look adorable swallowed up in a throw blanket with sleepy eyes blinking up at him. âSâcause Iâm not,â You huff, âI hate those ignorant assholesâ donât get me wrong, some of them are good friends of mine! But most of them are justâŚâ You make a face and roll your eyes, and Eddie softly laughs. You let your head lazily turn to gaze at him, âDon says I have to go, though. So I figured I may as well drag someone I actually enjoy being around.â You softly smile.
Eddieâs heart flutters and grows three times the size of his body.
Saturday night comes quicker than most, and Eddie spends nearly an hour digging through his closet. By the time Eddie finds a nice enough shirt to pair with his neatly ironed (to Eddieâs standard, which is probably not very high) slacks, heâs running behind and starts to stress that he wonât pick you up on time, and heâs just totally made an ass of himself.
Itâs five oâclock when Eddie gets to your flat, and when he knocks on your door, heâs out of breath because he smokes more than a godman grill, and he skipped every other step on the staircase to get there quicker. Heâs thinking of a million ways to apologize for being late, and he thinks he has it right when you open the door, but thenâ âOh. Hey Eds! Youâre early!â
Eddie huffs, nearly doubling over in exhaustion because he seriously needs to quit smoking, âWhaâ early?â
You hold the door open for Eddie to step in and nod. Youâre in a white fluffy robe with house boots on, and your hair is tied back, so you have a clear canvas to work with for your makeup. âYeah, it starts at seven.âÂ
And, oh, what the fuck? Here Eddie was stressing and thinking heâd completely ruined his chances with you because he decided to be an asshat and lose track of time on his video games, but in reality, heâs nearly two hours early?!
âOh, but now you can help me pick a dress. Come on.â
No, Eddie has zero complaints, actually. Heâs grateful that heâs timely challenged, he thinks as you drag him toward your room.
Eddie spends the next thirty minutes or so seated at the foot of your bed, judging whichever dresses you surprise him with from out of your closet.
It isnât easy to give a solid answer because, well, you look good in all of them. And Eddieâs not even being biased because heâs got a sickening crush on youâ no, you genuinely look amazing in every dress.
âEddie, youâve said yes to all of them.â You huff. âBecause they all look good!â Eddie exclaims.
You frown, resting your hands on your hips and tilting your head at him. Eddie shrugs, âI donât know why youâre upset with me when itâs technically your fault.â He points out, to which you roll your eyes and jokingly throw a dress at his face.
It takes a while for you to decide; by the time youâve figured it out, thereâs about forty minutes until the event begins.
The dress you landed on is evil, to say the least.
Itâs a black puffy babydoll-style dress, except instead of a poofy top half, itâs tight fitting and pushes your chest up to sit nice and pretty, and the straps are thin, and Eddie thinks about the sound youâd make if he just reached out and teasingly snapped it against your skin. Wants to coo when you squirm and mewl and press yourself into him.
And the dress is so short, long enough to cover everything, but you wouldnât have to bend over very far to flash a lucky person, and the sight of your thighs makes Eddieâs head spin.
He doesnât know where the courage comes from because Eddie is anything but bold when it comes to people he has ridiculous crushes on, but Eddie couldnât help himself, watching you bent over the sink as you do your last touch-ups to your makeup, the way your silky thighs rub against one another when you shift to get closer to the mirrorâ Eddie didnât stand a chance.
Heâs behind you before he knows it, and youâre smiling at him through the mirror, âAlmost done, promise.â You say.
Eddie lets his hand slink around your waist, dropping his head to nuzzle into your neck, brown eyes fluttering up to hold your gaze through the glass as he kisses your skin before playfully nipping at you. You squeal, curling away from him, and he smiles as you push at him. âYouâre cute,â Eddie softly says, and he grins, teeth digging into his bottom lip when you shy away from his gaze, âSo pretty.â He adds.
Eddie turns you to face him as he presses you against the bathroom sink. He seeks your lips, but you pout and shake your head, âMy lipgloss.âÂ
Eddie huffs out a laugh, shaking his head before pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth, careful not to catch any of the sticky application before sinking to his knees, hands gentle and greedy as they caress your thighs.
Eddie leans forward to kiss the inside of your knee, âGonna let me taste you, honey?â He hums, leaning in the press a kiss further up the inside of your thigh. Your breath hitches, legs subconsciously spreading wider to accommodate Eddie. Your nails dig into the countertop as you shakily breathe, âW-weâre gonna be late,â You weakly say as Eddie lets his tongue draw shapes in your skin. Eddie hums, sucking the fat of your thigh into his mouth before leaving with a pop, lips brushing against your hot skin as he says, âIâll be quick. Promise.â
He doesnât wait for your response as he coasts his hands up your thighs to loop his fingers around the band of your panties, dragging them down your legs and helping you step out of them.Â
Eddie doesnât waste time then; he kisses a sloppy wet trail up the inside of your thigh, fingers digging into the fat of your skin and helping you spread open for him so he can nuzzle his head beneath the fluffy tulle of your dress and begin his task of devouring you. Youâre wet, dripping, and throbbing for Eddieâs tongue, and this is the third time that Eddie has found himself licking into you, and god, it never gets fucking old.
The sounds you make, the way you writhe, the tiny gasps you give, and then the way your cunt pulses around his tongueâ itâs the pinnacle of Eddieâs night, he already knows.Â
âE-Eddieâ oh,â Your breathy whine makes Eddie stuff his face further into your pussy, nose brushing against your clit as he thrusts his tongue into you, your hands scrambling down to sink into Eddieâs hair and tug.
And it took Eddie longer than heâd like to admit to get his hair slicked into the neat bun heâs sporting, but with his tongue plunged deep inside of you and your pretty moans filling his ears, Eddie canât seem to care that youâre definitely messing up his hard work.
Eddie could spend eternity here, down on his knees, under the dress of your skirt, lapping at your pussy like itâs the last meal heâll ever have. And sure, Eddie makes this conclusion, like, every single time he finds himself between your legs, but can you blame him? Youâre the sweetest thing heâs ever had the pleasure of dealing with.
You lift a leg to hook over Eddieâs shoulder, the heel of your foot pressing into his shoulder blade and pushing a moan from the depths of Eddieâs chest as he snuggles deeper into you, licking and sucking and nipping.Â
âS-so closeâŚâ You whimper, thighs beginning to quiver on each side of Eddieâs head. He fixes his grip on your hips because Eddie wouldnât dream of letting you fall in his presence, and youâre standing on your tiptoes when you fumble over the edge, crying out for Eddie as you soak his tongue.
Eddieâs moaning into you, fingers massaging and caressing the thick parts of your hips and thighs as he continues working you through your orgasm. Youâre twitching and heavily breathing when Eddie parts his mouth from your slick folds, strings of arousal and spit snapping and falling to his chin. God, it makes Eddie ache in his pants.
He presses sweet and sticky kisses to the insides of your thighs, savoring every moment he has here, breathing you in, tasting you, feeling you, hearing you. He doesnât doubt for a moment that he looks like a madman when he brings his head out from under your dress, and you giggle, pressing your hand to your lips.
Eddie wants to hear that noise on repeat. Put his headphones on and, like, clean his house or something. Let your giggles play on a constant loop until theyâre engrained into the grooves of his brain so he never has to go a second without hearing them.
âWhat?â Eddie smiles, hands still under your dress and soothingly squeezing the shaky muscles of your thighs. Your eyes are glazed from pleasure, and you look warm as you speak, âIâ your hair,â You laugh. You press the wispy curls of Eddieâs bangs back, âIâm so sorry. It looked so nice, and I messed it up.â You happily frown.
Eddie huffs out a laugh, pressing a kiss to your knee and shaking his head, âThatâs okay,â He responds, reaching over for your panties to help you slip them back on. âIt was for a good cause.â He winks.
Eddie doesnât frequent fancy parties.
The fanciest event Eddieâs ever been to was a masquerade-themed dinner that he and Jeff snuck into because there were rumors of a big hit producer being there, which, big fucking shocker, they never found him since everyone was in a fucking mask. It was a waste of time, but at least they ate like kings that night.
Besides that, Eddie doesnât go to fancy placesâ itâs just not his kind of scene. And itâs not like the event youâve brought him to tonight is, like, Buckingham Palace tier, but everyone here looks like a million bucks and up, and Eddieâs not quite sure heâs up to that standard.
He would be more worried if you werenât clinging to him like a koala bear and keeping him in light conversation.
You introduced Eddie to a few of your industry friends, and one or two of them even remembered Eddie from the films heâd done with you, which, Eddie doesnât know why, but his head grew three times bigger in size from that. And for the most part, you keep to Eddieâs side, pointing out different people from across the room and telling him the lore behind them and whatnot as you share a plate of snacks.
And you love grapes, apparently, because Eddieâs had to get up and refill on them about three times now. âDo you want more?â Eddie asks when he realizes youâre almost done. You glance at him with a small smile as you nod, âIâll get it this time, though. I want to try some of the cheese.â
So, Eddie nods and keeps an eye on you until the crowd obstructs his view. He busies himself with watching the room, tries to see if he can pick out anyone from any pornos heâs watched before he realizes thatâs fucking weird and cringes at himself for being a perv. He finishes his glass of champagne, which Eddie isnât a champagne guy, but it was either that or whiskey, and Eddie would rather not get shitfaced tonight.
And whatâs taking you so long? Youâve been gone for a while now, and Eddie had first thought you maybe made a quick stop at the restrooms, but itâs been more than enough time, and he misses you (as fucking sappy as that is), so he gets up and makes his way to the food bar.
Heâs got his empty flute in one hand and the other in his pocket, brown eyes softly scanning the room as he walks. And then he spots you, near the food where you said youâd be, with some guy talking to you, but something isnât right.Â
Eddieâs spent enough time with you now to be able to tell when youâre feeling uneasy just by the way you anxiously drag your nail against the length of your thumb, the way your eyes dart around, or the tense pull of your shoulders.
Your gaze lands on Eddie, and your eyes soften, and Eddie doesnât even have to think twice before he walks over.
The man's back is facing Eddie, so he doesnât see the curly-headed boy until he steps around and slinks an arm around your waist, pulling you close with a soft smile, âBeen looking for you, sweets.â He presses a kiss to your forehead as you sink into him.
âMm, just catching up with..a friend.âÂ
Eddie doesnât miss the pause. He looks over to the man youâd been talking to, and you take a breath, âEddie, this is Chris, a coworker.â You introduce the man. And Eddie remembers that name; he thinks he remembers seeing it on the script of the last film you and Eddie did togetherâ the one where youâd asked Eddie to take over because the other guy was an asshole.
Chris reaches out a hand, âChris. You must be a good friend of hers?â
Eddie doesnât like that. Doesnât like that he doesnât refer to you by your name, or the smug grin on his face, or the sly tone in his voice when he says it.Â
And Eddie doesnât know why he does it, okay. He doesnât know why the words fly out of his mouth or why he didnât, like, think it through, but suddenly, Eddieâs introducing himself as your boyfriend. Which, Eddie is not your boyfriend. And youâre not his girlfriend.
Eddie would love to be your boyfriend, and heâd love for you to be his girlfriend, butâ but youâre not. So, Eddie doesnât know why he does it, but he does, and god, itâs comedic how the guy's face falls. Eddie can feel your gaze on him, and he panics a little because what if Eddie just crossed the line big time?
Chrisâs gaze flickers to you, and his brows raise as you look at him, âSo, I take it this is why youâre only doing solo content now?â
Which, fucking gross. Thatâs definitely none of this meathead guy's business! So what if youâre making solo content only? And why does he know, and why does he care? God, this guyâs a creep.
But also⌠why are you only doing solo content? Eddie canât help but wonder. Did something happen? Was it this asshole's fault? Eddie will kill him if he has anything to do with it. You and Eddie have become so close; you tell each other everything about everything, so why didnât you tell him about this? Itâs not a big deal or whatever, butâ
âDoes it matter?â Shit, Eddie didnât mean to say that out loud.
Youâre both looking at Eddie in shock, and Eddie just blinks and waits for an answer.
You take in a deep breath, arm squeezing around Eddieâs as you answerâ since this guy canât take a fucking hint, âYeah, actually, it is. Just didnât feel right.â You shrug.
The guy nods, pursing his lips together, âFair enough. Well, if that ever changes, you know where to find me.â He winks before turning around and leaving. Eddie cringes, and he almost steps forward to say something, to tell him to fuck off somewhere, but your grip tightens around his arms, and Eddie understands that you just want the conversation to be over.
Eddieâs quickly turning his attention to you, though, when you press yourself into his side, âThank you.â You sweetly say.
Eddie nods, a warm hand reaching up to squeeze your hand that's resting over his bicep, âDonât sweat it, princess. That guyâs a douche.â And you huff, nodding your head, âYeah. You definitely scared him, though. It was pretty hot.â
Eddie tries not to let that get to his head.Â
He fails.
The rest of the night goes well with fewer dickhead run-ins and more grapes, and Eddie is more than Elated when you say itâs time to go.
The ride home is pleasant, and youâve been extra cuddly all night, so Eddieâs heart is practically the size of Texas when you bring his hand into your lap and slink your fingers together. Youâre spending the night, so Eddieâs kind of excited to get in bed and snuggle until you both pass outâ but then Eddieâs thrown in for a loop when you both get under his covers.
Banshee is busy in her bakery down at the foot of the bed, kneading little biscuits in preparation for her sleep, and youâre fresh-faced and wrapped in one of Eddieâs shirts when you look over at him with a teasing look, âSo,â you start, âYouâre my boyfriend.â
Eddie blinks at you, wishing the bed would just let him sink in and become one with the mattress. âOh god,â He groans, pressing his hands to his face, âIâm sorry, it just came out! That guy was being a dick, and it was the first thing that I thought of, andâ god, Iâm sorry.â He drags his hands over his face and shoots you an empathetic look. âYou can totally, like, kick me in the nuts.â
And Eddie kind of braces himself for you to chew him out or something; tell him heâs a weirdo, and heâll never in a million years get to call himself your boyfriend because youâre way out of his league. But then you giggle.Â
And itâs not the teasing âget a load of this loserâ giggleâ no, itâs your sweet, kind, and adoring giggle.
âNo, no. I was⌠I was wondering when you would ask, actually.â
Eddieâs never turned his head so fast. He thinks he imagined you saying it, like, maybe he drank too much champagne even though he literally only had less than two full glasses the entire night. âHuh? Iâ w-what do you mean?â Eddie gapes. âLike⌠like, ask you to be my girlfriend?â
And youâre so cute as you shyly nod, glancing at Eddie with this expectant gaze.
âShit, well uh, I-I wanted to ask you in like a bigger way. Like flowers and shit because I⌠well, I really like you, and itâs what you deserve andââ
You cut Eddie off with a laugh and scoot closer to him, and if Eddieâs heart beats any faster, he might die. âEddie,â You lowly and softly say, holding his gaze. Eddie nods, eyes darting down to your lips as he holds his breath. âWill you be my boyfriend?â
Shit, Eddieâs never said yes so quickly in his life.
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