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tell me lies// kylian mbappe

PART 9

summary: a troubled, but gifted female footballer breaks into the male division and finds herself at odds with arrogant and straight-talking teammate, kylian mbappe.

pairing: female reader x kylian mbappe

part 1

part 2

part 3

part 4

part 5

part 6

part 7

part 8

part 9

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[yupdani]

my little boy looking extra submissive and breedable today

[yupdani]

one shot about a breeding kink with kylian? like where you guys have been married and in a interview someone asks about having kids and you called him daddy which triggered something lmao

you didn't even mean to say it, the way you caught a glimpse of his hard stare as you continued the interview with a thick lump in the back of your throat. people always asked if you two were thinking of having kids, all of them pretty much met with the same answer as you both agreed it was probably a little too early in your lives to be thinking about children. but the way he looked at you during that interview, the way he repositioned himself as the word "daddy" left your lips, it all made sense as soon as you were both behind closed doors again.

kylian would be balls-deep inside of you, his hand pressed against your stomach as he asked how he felt, how good he was making you feel. you could barely see or even speak, each thrust of his hips more blissfully hard than the previous as you struggled to string together a single thought. your body was dripping with ecstasy his palm pressed harder into your tummy, his darkened eyes flickering to yours as he tucked his bottom lip between his teeth.

"gonna' let me put a baby in you?" his words felt fuzzy as he stilled his movements, your cheeks burning under the way his question made you feel. you felt yourself clench around him, a silent answer to his question as he held your hips down with his free hand. your legs would be thrown over his shoulders, his cock buried inside of you as he let you know exactly how he felt about the thought of you carrying his child.

[yupdani]

my captain, kylian mbappe smut

in honour of captain kylian in the psg v al nassr game

your head was buried in the mattress as you swayed your ass in the direction of kylian, knowing that his eyes would be burning into your skin with every flick of your hips. your ankles were crossed as you felt his fingers wrap around your legs, prying them open as you heard a mumble of incoherent curse words tumble from his lips.

he adjusted the armband that was still hugging his bicep, letting the material slap against his skin as he kneeled between your legs with his mouth slightly agape. his eyes raked from the curve of your ass to your exposed pussy, the tops of your back thighs glistening ever so slightly in the light of the bedside lamp.

"tell me how bad you want it baby," his voice was laced with lust as you backed yourself up to try and find some type of friction. his hand fell harsh against your skin as the stinging sensation of his spank made you arch your back further into the bed, "oh is that how bad?"

you wanted to roll onto your back and have him take you in missionary so you could watch the way his arm flexed underneath the captain's armband you'd begged him to keep on, but you knew everything would feel so much deeper and more intense in the position you were currently in. every inch of you felt exposed as you felt kylian crawl closer to you, the faint feeling of his cock against your inner thigh making you squirm in anticipation.

his forefinger traced your clit as he listened to your muffled moans fill the room, his movements slow and deliberate as he spread your wetness teasingly. you felt his tip nudge you as you felt your fists scrunch the blanket beneath you, his toned stomach resting on the curve of your ass, "be good for me baby."

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It Was Never Us | Kylian Mbappé (Part Two)

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x Female Reader

Summary: You had finally had enough. 

Word Count: 5.7k

Warnings: angst, fluff, cursing, mutual pining, no curve balls here

Note: I can’t believe I let you guys convince me for a part two lmfao. I’m going to write that not-so-happy ending one day—but today isn’t it. (: Anyways, here is the final part. Happy reading!

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[yupdani]

a little bit of care

Kylian Mbappe x Reader

summary: after pestering him for months, kylian has finally agreed to you showing him how to take better care of his skin.

word count: 1.3k

Warnings: Maybe some language. FLUFF!!

A/N: i saw a video of kylian aggressively rubbing moisturizer on his face which led to me writing this out. you cant really stop inspiration when it comes out of nowhere and grips you by the neck lol. anyways, i hope you all a happy read and may we all be consistent with our skincare, ameen.

“Okay! I’ve had enough of this,” You loudly exclaimed jumping up from where you had been lying down on the bed.

Kylian turned around slightly, confusion evident on his face, hands stilling where they had been on his cheeks. “Enough of what, mon amour?”

“Enough of all of that,” you gestured vaguely at him.

He looked at you quizzically before a knowing look flashed in his eyes, a cheeky smile growing on his face. Kylian wiggled his fingers at you and then roughly brought both of hands down his face, rubbing them aggressively.

“Kiki, oh my god,” You groaned, stepping closer to reach his hands in hopes of pinning them away from his face. But to no avail as Kylian angled his body away from you, butt sticking out as you scrambled in trying to reach him. “Please stop! I’m the one who has to kiss your stupid face, stop putting it through hell!”

Kylian laughed at your flailing form, his hands going back to grip you by the waist, stilling your chaotic movements as he pulled you strongly against his back. “I’m not putting it through hell, chérie, I’m literally using the moisturizer that you bought for me.”

“Well you’re not using it the way it’s intended,” you said, voice laced with distress.

“It’s just face cream,” Kylian reasoned, finally turning around to face you, hands still on your waist, “How else is it intended to be used?”

Your eyes glittered with hope, maybe this could be your chance after months of pestering. “I could show you how to properly take care of your skin?”

He let out a small groan, burying his face in your neck, placing a light kiss on the side. “Not this again, mon amour.”

“Yes this again.” You pinched his back through his shirt causing Kylian to wiggle slightly at the sensation, lips still gently nursing the same spot on your neck. “I take such good care of my skin because I want to give your lips an ideal experience, while you-” you shoved his head playfully, “-have absolutely zero sympathy for my lips and the horrors they go through.”

“Ey, that’s a bit too harsh, I take good care of my skin,” Kylian protested, bringing his face up to yours.

“Really? When’s the last time you properly washed your face?” You saw him open his mouth and rushed to finish your sentence. “That was not with just plain water or your shampoo!”

 He blinked at you, his stare blank. “Okay that’s a fair point. But! I don’t really need it, look how nice my skin is without all the work.”

You sighed in exasperation, rolling your eyes heavily. “Baby, with the amount of sweat, dirt, grime and sun that gets on your face, it is a wonder that your pores haven’t waved a white flag yet. Do you even wear sunscreen before training or matches?”

“C’mon chérie, you know I don’t.”

“Alright,” you wrestled against his grip on your waist, “That’s it, no more kisses for you ever unless you decide to be nicer to your face.”

“Okay, god,” Kylian chuckled, “If you’re gonna pull out the big guns then I fear I have no choice but to receive a skincare masterclass.”

Pumping your fists, you quickly stepped behind your boyfriend, urgently pushing him towards your shared bathroom before he could change his mind. Patting his shoulders, you rushed out to the bedroom and brought back a stool, almost shoving him in the seat as you lined up your daily in use products neatly in front of him. You did not have a very extensive skincare routine, it just included the basics of a cleanser, a serum and moisturizers but it was enough for what you required to keep your face supple, smooth and soft.

Before beginning to instruct him on what to do, you brought out your favorite fluffy headband that was tied in a knot with mini hearts decorating it all over and held it towards him. Kylian eyed the headband before shooting you a look, “What’s this?”

“It’s a headband. You wear it to keep your hair away so that no product gets on it.”

Kylian took the fabric in his hand, playing with the material in between his fingers as he pursed his lips, stifling his laugh, fighting the corner of his lips from turning up, “Chérie? How much hair do you think I have?”

You snatched the headband out of hand, heat flaring up in your cheeks. “Find someone else to give you kisses!”

“Ey no!” Kylian laughed, eyes wrinkling as he grabbed you by your wrists to stop you from leaving. “I’ll behave now I promise!” He dutifully retook the headband and silently put it on, staring at you with his big brown eyes as he awaited further orders.

You eyed him carefully, noting his face for any hints of teasing before turning on the tap water and asking Kylian to wet his face. Grabbing your cleanser off the countertop of the sink, you motioned for him to stick his hands out as you squeezed a bit of product in his palm. “Okay before you put it on your face, create some lather by rubbing your hands together.”

Kylian followed suit, mimicking your actions before bringing his foamy hands to his face. “And now rub it on my face?”

“Not aggressively and only do it with your fingertips.” You grabbed hold of his wrists, gently guiding them to his cheeks, making his fingertips come in contact with his skin and rotating them clockwise. “Okay now the chin area.” You helped him massage his chin area. “Forehead now.” Kylian rubbed his forehead in the same way with your hands still around his. “And finally the nose!” You pulled at his hands, causing him to swipe down the sides of his nose before tugging them away from his face. “Okay now wash it all off.”

“So what was that supposed to do?” Kylian inquired, washing the cleanser off with a newfound gentleness.

“That was a cleanser and it basically removes any dead skin cells, dirt, sweat from your pores and prevents acne. Something that your skin has been screaming for ever since you started playing football.” You smiled at him as he wrung the water from his eyes, handing him your microfiber towel to pet his face dry. “And now for some serum. I’m gonna drop some on your face and you massage it in like you did with the cleanser.”

Nodding, Kylian steadied you by sliding his hands around your waist, pulling you closer in between his legs. Unscrewing the dropper of your serum, you squeezed out some drops over his face as he got to massaging it in how you had showed him before. Placing the serum back on the counter, you dropped your head down, gently pressing your lips to his as his hands came back to grip your waist, legs twisting close behind you, trapping you effectively to deepen the kiss.

“We’re not done yet,” you smiled against his lips, pulling back to grab the moisturizer. “I’ll do this one.” Pouring out a sizeable amount, you divided it equally between your hands before starting at his forehead tenderly grazing your fingers against his skin. Kylian’s eyes fluttered shut as he leaned into your touch, nuzzling the inside of your palms, giving a kiss wherever he saw the opportunity.

“All done,” you whispered, careful to not break the sleepy haze that had descended upon your boyfriend.

Giving you a weak smile, Kylian buried his face in your chest, breathing you in deeply as you gripped the back of his neck, peppering kisses on the top of his head.

“I’ll do the next one for you in the morning, mon amour,” Kylian’s muffled voice came from your chest. “I gotta make up for all the time I refused to let you do this for me.”  

You laughed at his admission, resting your cheek against his head. “See this is why you should always listen to me. Wait tell we get to pedicures and face masks.”

“Damn,” Kylian grinned, pulling away from you. “But I get to keep this super chic headband.”

“All yours baby,” you chuckled, nuzzling against his cheek as you planted a kiss.

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tell me lies // kylian mbappe

PART 1

summary: a troubled, but gifted female footballer breaks into the male division and finds herself at odds with arrogant and straight-talking teammate, kylian mbappe.

pairing: female reader x kylian mbappe

a little after dawn

..

it’s been two months but this morning goes the same as the last.

your manager tells you to stay away from the news, but its foggy outside and your sky-rise view is blanketed by thick mist. so you think, fuck it.

-

“is the no-girls rule getting scrapped? y/f/n’s recent transfer to PSG continues to cause public controversy as she stands to be the first woman joining an all-male division. UEFA officials have confirmed the move and labelled it ‘a step in the right direction’. so what does this mean for the future of football? martin tyler is reporting live from london as an active commentator in this ongoing debate. martin, thanks for speaking with us. what are your thoughts?”

-

your hands move instinctively, switching off the tv and jolting at the clatter the remote makes as you throw it onto the glass table. you make a mental note to start treating these foreign luxuries with care and instead start biting your nails, an awful habit which seems to have gotten worse since the transfer.

“one nudge and she’ll be on the floor demanding a penalty”

“a referee’s nightmare”

“hope she’s got a good sports bra”

blinking, you kiss your teeth and reach for your keys because time is money and money seems to be everything these days.

-

“princess slept in, i see.” anna utters, a smirk tickling her mouth as you hoist your bag onto the bench, immediately digging around for your kit and meanwhile hoping your silence was enough of an answer.

muffled laughs and occasional shouting fills the air, and you almost laugh at how a multi-billion euro team couldn’t afford training grounds with thicker walls. you imagine them next door strategising without you, recalling moments in the last few months where you’ve easily been riled up because of an off-handed joke that still plagues you to this day.

“you know if you tie your laces up any tighter, you’ll lose blood circulation.” anna laughs, and you briefly look up at her, remembering the other presence.

looking past her in the mirror, you work at scraping back your hair into a tight bun. “glad i’ve got you right here as my physio if that ever happens.” you mumble, not looking in the mirror for too long because your under-eyes are blindingly dark and a horrible reminder of your sleepless nights.

anna pushes herself off the bench and stands in front of you. “im gonna guess you watched martin tyler’s segment this morning” she begins flatly. “i thought christophe told you not to watch that shit.” she finishes, her feeble attempts at masking concern making me smile in response.

“i’m serious, y/n. your senior debut is in two weeks. you cant afford to be listening to tabloids, they’re trying to get a reaction out of you because they know what you’re like. don’t fall for it and remember the team. remember what you can do on the pitch.”

she taps you on the cheek, her motherly instincts seeping through and you revel in it, reluctantly.

“i have to go join the others.” you mutter, shifting and heading towards the door. the muffled laughs lessen as they head out into the icy morning and you’re torn between hiding inside with anna or going out and ‘remembering’ what you can do with a ball and solid pair of kicks. the last thing you remember to do before leaving is to schedule in a nap at some point when suddenly, anna shouts:

“your eyebags are awful by the way.”

-

two months prior

a towel thrown at kylian’s face brings him back into the room. deodrant stings the air and the shower steam hangs smugly, a nasty contrast to the freezing cold that will soon drench them as they step out for routine training.

“personally, i think it’s a joke.” sergio mutters, yanking on his thermals.

kylian already knows what they’re discussing. the same thing that has been on every psg player’s tongue this past month.

“you know she scored a hat trick on her second game at professional level?” neymar quizzes, seeming half-impressed and half-dubious at the fact.

a few of the boys kiss their teeth and all of a sudden, an eruption of voices overlap eachother like an off-key orchestra.

“our team’s a joke now.”

“if we drop in the league i’m having an ultimatum with galtier.”

“where’s she even gonna get changed?”

“kylian, what do you think?”

suddenly, kylian looks up and tries to locate the whereabouts of the question. he rubs his neck, almost feeling responsible for the transfer. he’d read up on y/l/n as soon as news leaked, and whilst he could see talent, he refused to break nonchalance. he know it was logistically impossible for her to compete in an all-male division, and it wouldn’t be long before a psg scandal would erupt and force her out the team.

“i give her three months” he says curtly, throwing a towel over his shoulder and heading to the showers.

the sharp sound of the whistle cuts through the icy air, triggering an immediate shift from the players as they turn heads in unison to the manager, who stands beside a petite girl with a scrawny figure that screams fragility.

kylian notices that she seems uncomfortable, her eyes shifting between players, almost sussing them out as if they were enemies and not her forseeable teammates. her foot brushes across the grass absent-mindedly as galtier speaks.

“everyone i’d like you to meet y/n” he begins, pride laced through his voice as he pats her heavily on the shoulders.

kylian blinks as her eyes land on him, before she quickly darts her attention onto the next player.

“i want you to treat her with the same dignity and respect you show each other, make sure she’s comfortable and knows the ropes. remember the tabloids are coming to spectate so i expect best behaviour.” he finishes, eyeing up neymar who’s known for his tendency to act up for the cameras.

neymar scoffs. “welcome y/n” he starts, clapping which is soon weakly followed by the rest of the team.

kylian watches y/n amused, her tight smile resembling that of a child who has been dropped off for her first day of school and wants nothing more than to go home.

galtier looks to her, expecting a few introductory words.

she clicks her tongue and briefly utters a standard commentary, how she’s excited to work for the team and looks forward to many psg victories with as much excitement as a bored student.

kylian screws his face up at her nonchalance, scoffing internally at how ungrateful she looks to be standing here.

galtier dismisses us and jogs off to the sidelines, when suddenly dembele utters,

“shotgun if she’s got cute friends”

some of the boys snigger and kylian can’t help but smile at the 25 year old who despite his long-dating history, still claims to be waiting for ‘the one’.

“what was that?” she starts, kylian suspecting she heard exactly what was said since her eyebrows were slightly furrowed and definitely not amused.

dembele’s smile falters slightly, not expecting her response.

“share it, i wanna laugh” she challenges, her face emotionless.

dembele clears his throat, pausing a moment before responding.

“oh, nah, its-um, a joke.” he begins. “just a little joke me and kylian have, right kylian?” he looks your way, silently pleading for help with the new girl that can’t seem to take light-hearted humour.

kylian clicks his tongue, meeting her darted eyes now focused on the 24-year old forward player.

“its a joke, y/l/n. welcome to the team.” he calls before clapping his hands together and rounding up the teams for the first exercise, already annoyed at the handful she’s proving to be.

-

present day

all it takes is a short blow of the whistle and you’re flying.

-

“y/l/n has been likened to a female boga for her tremendous abilities in smashing through defender territory whilst keeping firm control of the ball. at the tender age of 19, she has surpassed stats of her generation and is quickly amassing enormous respects and global recognition.”

-

you jolt back into reality as you see neymar slide through your peripheral vision to swipe the ball away. it was rare times like this where you thanked the lucky stars for being a woman, because being light on your feet was a huge advantage. a quick double-step backwards and you maintained possession, a smile forming when you hear neymar jokingly utter ‘puta’ whilst laughing breathily.

the training session followed on nicely, with the boys warming to you with each hour spent together. you almost cringe when you recall the first training session, and how the team held constant 1 metre distances on the pitch for fears of injuring you.

the captain remained distant with you, however.

and so you remained distant with him.

eye contact was a luxury from him, and an even bigger luxury to get a pass from the star player. as the only other forward, kylian was well-aware of his abilities. it almost pained you to see him score, seeing his cocky smile suddenly appear as him and achraf always seemed to find eachother and celebrate.

“something on your mind, y/n?” you hear lionel breathe out, taking steady sips of water as the team agreed to call it a day. some made a bee-line for the changing rooms, whilst some lingered and joked around. you were almost jealous at the relations these boys had with eachother, as you came to the firm realisation that you would never have that.

“just thinking of stuff.” you respond blankly, looking up at him from your seated position on the grass.

he smiled, ruffling your hair slightly. “you’re doing good. galtier says you’re 100% ready for the debut match. you ready?” he confirms, smiling at your defeated position on the ground.

you give him a thumbs up, too tired to think about the upcoming game against lens and what reporters were already saying about it.

lionel just laughs and leaves you be, jogging away with the others.

just as you were about to go get changed, you spot kylian packing away the cones and footballs. suddenly, your feet move before you could comprehend it as you trudged over to him.

“can i help you, y/l/n?” he utters, and you nearly lose your step in confusion at how he could tell you were there. weird guy.

“about the match next week,” you start, and you can hear kylian laugh quietly, sniffing and waiting for you to continue.

you purse your lips and fight back an on-string of slurs. if it wasn’t for your height, you were confident in that moment you could take him down but instead, you shake your head of the thoughts and continue.

“do you think you could speak to galtier about guaranteeing me match time?” you ask, fiddling with the good luck ribbon on your wrist that mother insists on you wearing. whether it’s actually bought any yet is uncertain.

kylian drops the bag and turns to you, yet you refuse to falter under his glare. “y/l/n” he begins.

“i don’t know what you think happens here, but at psg there’s a system, and just you being here has broken that.” he explains coldly, and your mind begins to think about taking him down again.

“getting match time is a privilege. you can’t just swan in and expect galtier to have full trust in you because you can dribble the ball through a few players. it takes more than that.” he finishes, his condescending tone reminding you of the thousand and one reasons why you should have stayed out of this division.

“and I’m guessing you got what it takes?” you ask plainly, almost predicting the response. your muscles are screaming of exhausation, defeated by the day but you’re grateful in the strength of your voice and how it refuses to falter in the presence of this connard - a curse word you grew to love in your years of learning french.

he looks at you quizzingly, wondering if it was a trick question. “well, yeah?” he responds. “of course i do”

you laugh out loud, nodding in understanding and looking towards the changing rooms since you were now eager to get away from him before you ended up decking him in the face.

“that’s the wrong bag for the cones, by the way.” is all you can manage to say, your voice laced in fake politeness as you walk away, muttering ‘fucking asshole’ under your breath and praying to every god above that he heard you.

-

A/N: okay guys I need you to pipe up LOUD, should I continue this? If I do,, it’s gonna be a long one. And I don’t wanna start a long one if nobody tryna hear it, cos that would just be sad. SO LEMME KNOW LOVELIES IF I SHOULD CONTINUEEEE cos idk it’s aite I think I can make it better but idk idk idk

[yupdani]

hey! just saw your post. could you write a mbappe imagine where they have a child and him and the child try to convince the reader for another sibling. super fluff!! 💋💋

LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS!

2nd person pov

"Nicolas! Amour! Where are you two?" You called, waltzing into the sitting room where your son & husband sat.

The two were snuggled into the couch, whispering loudly into each other's ears in French. You tried hard to understand what they were saying, but your lack of knowledge on French did not help you in the slightest. The two perked up when they saw you enter.

"Cherie! Come sit!" Kylian smiled, patting the sofa, gesturing to sit between him and Nicolas.

You smiled, doing as suggested, laying back into the couch. Nicolas immediately climbed on your lap, while Kylian moved closer to you and placed your legs on his lap.

You eyed your two boys suspiciously. 

"What's going on?" 

"What do you mean mummy?" Nicolas looked up at you with deep eyes, full of emotion.

You chuckled, "Nothing. Mummy didn't mean anything." You kissed his cheek.

"I meant, what's up with you?" You shot Kylian a pointed look, who smiled sheepishly.

"Well, me and Nicolas were talking about what he wants for his birthday." Kylian began. 

You quirked and eyebrow at the both of them this time.

"Your birthday was last month love." You told your son.

"Yes but next year. When I turn four." He responded.

"Well," You said, turning your head to face him, "What is it that you want."

"A little brother or sister." He grinned, with so much hope in his eyes.

You smiled back at him but shot Kylian a dirty look, who just smirked in reply. He gently grabbed your face, and kissed you. It was a clear attempt to convince you to try for another child.

You swatted him away and turned back to Nicolas. 

"You know my love. Having a child isn't that easy." You reminded your son.

"Why don't you just go to the store and buy one?" Nicolas questioned innocently.

His eyes lit up suddenly, "Oh oh oh! Or ask Santa for Christmas next year, and a stork will come and drop one off!"

"Actually Nico, to have a child it needs more involvement in mummy and daddy's part s—" Kylian began.

You immediately shushed him. 

"Idiot! He's too young for this talk!" You scolded your husband.

"Mummy and Daddy will try very hard and talk to Santa about it. Okay?" You told Nicolas, who nodded enthusiastically. 

"Now come on, let's watch the film." You all directed your attention to the television.

Well at least you all thought you directed your attention. Not a moment later you felt a hand on your thigh. A thumb circling in the same spot over & over again. You turned to scowl at Kylian who just winked at you. 

You couldn't help but laugh.

***

Not more than thirty minutes later, Nicolas was asleep.

Kylian bent low to Nicolas's ear and whispered something in French to see if he was still awake. He was not. The two of your shared a knowing look. Words weren't needed ti communicate what you needed to communicate. 

You both got up, Nicolas in your arms, Kylian's arms around your waist. You had to walk only a few strides before you entered your son's room. Kylian gently laid him down and kissed his forehead. You sat on the edge of the bed and brushed his hair out of his eyes. You kissed Nicolas's cheek, and wished him a good night. Though he was fast, fast asleep. 

The two of you walked out of his room quietly, being extra careful when closing the door. A sigh of relief was let out when it was all done without waking him up. You were about to head to the washroom to shower and get ready for bed before you felt Kylians grip on your wrist. He twirled you around so you were close to the wall. His forehead against yours, lips merely centimeters away from each other. 

"So about that baby?" He smirked. 

You scoffed. 

"Aw come on cherie! It's not like we can't give him a sibling." Kylian protested.

You playfully rolled your eyes.

"Maybe I just don't want to do what's required to make the child." You shot him a wink.

Kylian cocked his head, "Amour. I'm Kylian Mbappe. Everyone's attracted to me!" 

You smacked your hand against your forehead.

"Contrary to popular belief Kylian. Not everyone finds ninja turtles attractive."

“Pleaseee Y/N! Think about how cute it would be to have a little you running around! Then our family would truly be complete!”

You gave him a quick peck on the lips, before strolling into your master bedroom, purposefully leaving the door wide open.

Kylian stood dumbfounded for a few minutes. He was very very confused. His ego also took a hit. You poked your head out from the door.

"Do you want to make that baby or not?" 

Thanks to Kylians speed, it didn't take one second for him to be in that room with the door slammed shut. 

*** Eleven months later

“Nicolas! Come see your birthday gift.” You warmly smiled at your son from the hospital bed.

Nicolas walked gingerly, hand in hand with his dad. Kylian greeted you with a kiss on the cheek, while Nicolas stood on his tip toes to see his new siblings. They were twins, one boy, and one girl.

Was that the plan? No, not really.

Nicolas’s eyes widened in delight while Kylian was almost reduced to tears. You propped Nicolas up on the hospital bed with you, while transferring both children into the arms of Kylian.

“They’re beautiful amour. We did a great job. I’m proud of you.” Kylian complimented, wishing he could take your hand if both weren’t occupied with holding his new kids.

“Mummy. I asked Santa for two brothers. Not a sister. The storks messed up.” Nicolas frowned.

You and Kylian laughed while he nudged Nicolas’s shoulder.

“Nicolas. Do you want to name them?” Kylian asked earnestly, receiving a nod from you in approval.

Secretly, you were a little hesitant. There was one certain name you had your heart set on for the girl, you doubted Nicolas would choose it. But his happiness mattered more to you than some picture perfect names.

“Hmmm, for the boy, Theo.” Nicolas started.

You nodded, you liked it.

“And for the girl. Lena!” Nicolas cheered, looking into your eyes with glee.

You grinned, that had been the name you wanted all along. But how did he know? Ah, of course. You turned your head to meet your husband’s gaze. Of course it was Kylian’s doing.

“I love you.” You mouthed to him.

“I love you more.” He winked back, causing your cheeks to grow red.

still, after all these years. That man’s affect on you would never change.

[yupdani]

ride it, sweetheart | e. munson

pairings: eddie munson x afab!reader

warnings: smut! 18+ reader rides eddie’s arm. fingering + oral ( r! ), mutual masturbation, slight breeding kink if you squint a little, multiple orgasms

word count: 2k

author’s note: repost of an older fic i had! i’m just a whore for this man ok.

you were enamored by eddie’s arms. and i mean absolutely whipped. the way they looked in a red flannel, about to burst at the seams. how they looked when he was shirtless — his tattoo’s on full display, and especially how they looked wrapped around your hips as he held you down and ate you out for hours. you couldn’t tell him that though, he’d only make fun of you for it.

like he was doing right now

like he was doing right now

“you okay, sweetheart?” he waved his hand in front of your face getting you to stop focusing on his muscle, and to his gaze. his lips are up in a smirk as he instantly makes the connection. eddie was too smart for you, you knew that much.

“uh, yeah i’m okay.” you make a fake cough as you spoke, peeling your gaze from him and focused on cutting the tomatoes for your dinner. but he knew you weren’t just doing okay.

“you know,” he trailed off, coming around the counter and behind you, his arms placed on your hips where they belonged. his chin rested on your shoulder, long curly hair tickling your cheek and nose pointed towards your neck as he spoke softly. “i can tell when you’re lying, baby.” his hot breath hit your skin and you shuddered, a shiver running down your spine and right to your cunt.

“eddie..” you breathed out as his hands went to hold yours, taking the knife away and setting it down. his lips tenderly kissed your neck, sucking softly as his hands went right back to your waist. his left hand trailed down the front of your pelvis, right to your clothed core.

your head fell back on his shoulder, the cologne he had put on earlier mixed with a hint faint smell of weed still lingering on him and enveloping you in just him. your senses heightened as his hand dipped below your waistband, cupping your cunt. he purred against your neck, smiling.

your head fell back on his shoulder, the cologne he had put on earlier mixed with a hint faint smell of weed still lingering on him and enveloping you in just him. your senses heightened as his hand dipped below your waistband, cupping your cunt. he purred against your neck, smiling.

“so wet for me, sweetheart. this all for me?” his tone deepened the more turned on he got as his fingers ran through your folds you made the mistake of looking down and watching as his muscles flexed as he moved his fingers causing you to clench around nothing. of course he caught that

“what’s got ya so wet, hm?” you shook your head, he already knew the answer so why did he want you to say it out loud. he tsked. his middle finger toying with your clit in soft, small circles. “you don’t wanna tell me?”

“n-no.” you’re breath was shaking from the way his fingers played with your clit, your thighs flexing on and off. he hummed in your ear, biting your earlobe before pulling away all together. you whined softly, looking behind you as he rested up against the back of the counter.

“baby..” he smirked softly, crossing his arms and making the muscle look bigger.

“guess you won’t cum, sweetheart.” you frowned, turning around and walking up to him, your fingers tracing over the muscle of his arms softly. a sharp intake of breath didn’t go unnoticed by you as you saw goosebumps raise on his skin

“was thinking about your arms, how good they look when you’re playing with my pussy,” you spoke softly, fingers going down to his fingers. “the way your muscles flex as your gripping onto my hips, thighs, keeping me down as you eat me out..” he let out a groan as you picked his hand up, holding his two fingers and patting your lips as you put them in your mouth and sucked on them softly. the cool twang of metal hit your tongue from the rings that adorned his fingers, the ones you could feel in your pussy still from the night before.

“shit, baby.” his other hand went right to your hip, pulling you as close as he could so you could feel the outline of his cock pressed against your clothed cunt. you moaned softly feeling it against you, drool falling down the sides of your mouth from gagging on his fingers as he fucked your mouth, taking them out and slapping your cheek lightly, getting spit over your skin.

his hands went to your waist and turned you around, hoisting you up on the counter and spreading your legs so he slot perfectly in between him.

“right where i belong, don’t ya think?” his hands trailed down your thighs and squeezed them softly, watching as his muscles flexed and you could help the moan that left your lips as you watched him.

your hands linked around the back of his neck, playing with the ends of his hair as he debated on his next move. obviously he couldn’t wait any longer, the noises you were making as he just grazed his fingertips across your skin. he pulled you to the edge of the counter, enough to take your pants and panties off and discarding them somewhere. he shed his pants and boxers, and you licked your lips as you saw his red the tip of his cock was. it stood straight up, pre-cum leaking down the side of his shaft.

you let out a whine as he dropped to his feet, throwing your legs over his shoulders and his hands keeping your thighs separated. he came level with your cunt, licking his lips as he leaned in and his tongue met your dripping folds. you let out a moan, your hands going to his short dark hair and tugging on it gently.

he hummed against you, his nose brushed your clit as he continued to lick your cunt, tip of his tongue teasing your entrance.

“d-don’t tease.. please..” he smirked against your cunt, nudging your clit harder and started to thrust his tongue in and out of you, groans leaving his lips as he fucked you with his mouth. eddie’s tongue was sinful, he shouldn’t be allowed to eat pussy this good but he was, and he ate it like a starved man.

as he fucked you skillfully with his tongue, his left hand left your knee and went to his cock, and started to jerk himself off, smearing his pre cum up and down the length of his shaft. only a real man would jerk himself off while eating pussy. and you knew it was his favorite pastime.

“cant tell ya how fuckin’ divine you taste.” as you rolled your hips the best you could on his tongue, he sped up his hand movements on his cock as he licked your cunt and sucked on your clit. your hands tugged on his hair, watching as his fingers gripped your thigh surely to leave marks and his muscles flexing as you knew he was close.

“s-so close, eddie p-please-“ you let out a choked moan as he sucked harshly on your clit making your eyes roll back and your back arched, moaning his name. your orgasm washed over you as you heard him moan against you, his hand quickening his pace on his cock as he came to the sound and taste of you cumming on his tongue.

he pulled back, licking his lips as he looked up at you, a glint in his eyes telling you he was far from done with you yet. he stood up and gripped the back of your thighs, moaning softly as the shaft of his cock pressed against your wet cunt, carrying you back to the bedroom and tossing you down. he looked down at you hungrily, your legs spread open for him as he discarded his shirt.

he then lays down on the bed, half sitting up against the pillows and the other half stretched across the bed. you looked over at him as he stuck his pointer finger up and beckoned you over.

you crawled over to him, his right arm laying against the sheets. you blushed as he pointed to his arm. “c’mon,sweetheart. take a seat.” you he spoke you saw his brown eyes darken, licking his bottom lip. you didn’t have to be told twice when you shuffled towards his arm, thighs on either side and slowly sat down until his soft skin was against your cunt.

he flexed his arm, making you moan with pleasure as it rubbed against your clit, his muscles hitting the right spot as his other hand landed on your waist, moving your hips against his arm.

“ride my arm like you ride my cock, sweetheart . can you do that for me?” you nodded, feeling his arm become wetter as you rubbed your cunt on his skin, his eyes never leaving your pussy rubbing his muscle. his arm flexed up so his hand was on your lower back, and that made you moan softly, feeling the corded muscles create a perfect spot for you to rub your clit over and over until you moan out his name.

“go on, cum for me, sweetheart.” you did as you were told, not that you needed him to anyways as you came on his arm. your breathing was heavy as your nails dug into his bicep, creating small crescent moons on his delicate skin.

he flipped you over easily, pinning you under him as he caged you in, his arms on either side of your head and your cum trailing down his arm and onto his hand. you couldn’t focus as he thrusted into you, not giving you any warning.

“shit, so fuckin’ wet. can slip so easily in this sweet cunt, hm?” you whined as he pulled his hips back before slamming back into you, your legs around his waist and the heels of your feet digging against the flesh of his ass to push his hips deeper inside you.

“deeper? fuck, nasty lil thing? gettin’ off on my arm like a slut, wantin’ my cock deeper in your cunt. shit..” he grunted out, dipping his head into your neck, biting the skin harshly making you moan out. he couldn’t think of anything else except how tight your pussy was — how it continued to suck him in deeper and deeper, and the only thing he could feel was you.

“eddie! fuck!” your hands tugged on his hair, making him groan against you. he set a brutal pace as his hand reached down to toy with your throbbing clit, clenching around him which drew out a loud moan from his lips.

“can i get another one out of you? doesn’t matter, give it to me anyways.” you couldn’t help but clench around him as he spoke, knowing your cunt was sensitive already as his cock dragged along your walls but you were eager to cum again, cum around his cock.

“come on, sweetheart. give it to me, cum ‘round my cock.” he spoke lowly in your ear as you moved your hips slightly upwards, the tip of his cock hitting that sweet spot and his fingers circling your clit made your fingers drag down his back and leave fresh red lines as you came.

“atta baby, there ya go.. fuck.. gunna fill my sweet pussy up so fuckin’ full. you want it?” he pulled back as his eyes met yours and you nodded through your orgasm wanting nothing more than to have him fill you up.

as you clenched around him after your orgasm, he couldn’t hold it back. his forehead dropped to your shoulders as he pressed his hips flush against yours, making his cock go deep, filling you up. he came with a loud moan, biting down on your skin.

“fuck.. eddie..” he smiled against your skin as he lazily pressed kisses over your sweaty skin, nudging your jaw with his nose until his lips met yours.

“so perfect for me, ya know that?” you smiled softly as you both relaxed and melted into each other.

[yupdani]

Paparazzi

Eddie Munson x Reader (Angst)

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Summary: All of Eddie Munson's dreams come true when Corroded Coffin finally catches their big break. But once the record deal is signed, the executives take control of their images, lives and their relationships.

Rating: Explicit 18+

Author Note: Afab reader, they/them pronouns. Angst with a Happy Ending. Rockstar!Eddie AU where record labels have old Hollywood like control of their artists lives.

CW: Controlling behavior from record label; social alcohol use; secret relationship; mentions of cheating but no actual cheating; smut (kissing, fingering, blowjob, tit job, p in v, slight exhibitionism); consensual non-con photos taken by paparazzi.

Word Count: 12,937

Eddie Munson Taglist: @eddie-swhore

Life is a bit complicated when you are the secret girlfriend of a rockstar. While it certainly comes with a lot of benefits, and the lifestyle it provided was beyond anything in your wildest dreams, it came at the steep price of some heartache and emotional discomfort.

Though, in all honesty, “secret” was purely a subjective word at this point. The rest of the band knew. All of their people knew. The record label knew. The touring crew knew. His wife knew. All of her people knew. Anyone that needed to know knew.

The general public, on the other hand, did not know, which is how you found yourself the mistress of your high school sweetheart.

How exactly did this happen, you ask?

Now that certainly is quite a story.

Once Eddie’s name had been cleared of all murder charges, the members of Corroded Coffin made getting the hell out of Hawkins their number one priority. It took a little over a year once the last member graduated from high school, but the band was finally able to make the move together to Indianapolis. They shared a small, one room apartment since it was all they could afford and set out to make a name for themselves.

Like most bands, Corroded Coffin was discovered purely by chance. After a couple years of playing in bars around the city, one of their shows was seen by an agent from Los Angeles, who happened in town for a wedding and took a break from family to relax to some local music. That’s how the band met Joe, the man who would become their manager and who would help catapult them to success.

With Joe’s help, they got a demo recorded and then Joe managed to get one of their songs on the radio. It took off, giving the band quite a bit of local popularity. After yet another move, this time to LA, they once again started over fresh, but soon Joe had them playing regular gigs around the city. It was only a matter of time before they were signed to a label and their demo re-recorded to be released as their first studio album.

It was shortly after this, when the band began to rise in popularity, that they realized how little the music industry actually dealt with music. Creating and maintaining an image was the largest priority.

And the image they had, as it turns out, was metal as hell right out the gate.

Four childhood friends from a small town in Indiana that were bullied for being outcasts. They lost three, almost four, classmates to serial killer Henry Creel. Front man, Eddie Munson, was initially accused of the murders due to being a metalhead loner but was eventually cleared on all charges. They survived a devastating earthquake that nearly destroyed their hometown but destroyed their homes. The front man himself then spent months recovering from a physical assault that nearly killed him and left prominent scars on his body. Through it all, they stuck together.

Everything about their story, particularly Eddie’s, was absolute perfection. It paired beautifully with their music and lyrics, with Eddie’s descriptions of bats in an upside down being seen as a metaphor for bullies terrorizing their victims.

It was all perfect except for one tiny detail.

You.

“Absolutely fucking not!” Eddie yelled, jumping to his feet so fast the chair nearly toppled backwards. “Whoever thought of that one can shove it up their ass!”

It been a casual, relaxed Monday morning up until that point. Everyone was well rested coming off the weekend. It had been quiet one, giving you all some much needed time off. The majority of it you and Eddie spent at home. Despite the fact you two went everywhere and did everything together, you never grew tired of each other’s company.

However, everyone went from relaxed to angry in two seconds once Joe told them what the executives at the label had suggested for Eddie to give himself an edger image.

“Eddie, let’s just-“ Joe started to say, slowly rising to his feet behind his desk, his hands making a settle down gesture.

“Let’s just what?” Gareth interrupted, looking as furious as Eddie, but still sitting down.

“Let’s just talk about this calmly,” Joe said. “I wasn’t saying I-“

“There’s nothing to talk about!” Jeff interrupted now, also angry looking.

“Right!” Nick yelled, jumping to his feet. “We’re not going to ditch Y/N and leave them behind for no good fucking reason!”

But in the minds of the label executives, they had a very good reason for suggesting this.

It was all about image. Single front men drew more attention, they said, especially when they looked like Eddie. He was someone every guy wanted to be, and every woman wanted to fuck, which would result in higher popularity in both market segments. Plus, with everything Eddie had been through, they wanted him to project himself as a lonely bad boy, but one who had a different girl on his arm every night.

Apparently, being with someone for fourteen years wasn’t very metal, nor did it mesh with the image of young, rock n’ roll promiscuity they felt Eddie should portray as his lifestyle.

Obviously, this upset you all. After so many years of leaning on each other, you all were a family now. You might as well have been in the band yourself with how close you all were.

You had been around even before Corroded Coffin, when it was just you and Eddie, two middle schoolers who fell deeply in love on the first day of school. You were there for the founding, and you were technically their very first manager even before Joe. You had worked your ass off promoting them as best you could, first at the school then the bars around Hawkins. You went with them to Indianapolis, lived in the shitty apartment with them, and dealt with just as many asshole bar owners to get them on stage time, if not more.

And then you did it all over again without complaint when they set up shop in LA, only under the helpful guiding eye of Joe. It had been a long and crazy road for the five of you, but you got through it all supporting each other.

You belonged here with them, and they knew it as well as you did. They weren’t about to just leave you behind, nor would you have let them. Not now, not ever, and certainly not just a few weeks before their first major tour as an opening act. The tour was kicking off in Seattle, hometown of the headliners. You were going to see the country with them if they had anything to say about it.

“Guys!” Joe barked, finally having to raise his voice to get their attention again. “I don’t agree with it either!”

That got them to simmer down enough that he was able to continue uninterrupted.

“Kid, I get it,” he said, putting his hands on the desk to lean over and make eye contact with the wrecked front man. “Believe me, I get it. Valerie and I hit thirty-five years next week. Coral anniversary. I still have no fucking clue what to get her. But I do know one thing.” Joe pointed one finger at Eddie. “I wouldn’t give her up either on any man’s word either.”

Joe sat back down, then made a gesture for them to do the same. Nick obliged with a heavy sigh, but Eddie came to stand behind your chair, his ringed hands resting on your shoulders. Joe pulled his glasses off to rub the bridge of his nose for a moment.

“It was only a suggestion,” he said as he put his glasses back on. “Nothing has been passed down as Word from God yet. Yet.” He held up a finger as he said the second yet. “But some of the big guys see potential in this storyline for you, which means they see money in it for them.”

“So, what are you saying?” Eddie asked with a tight voice, his hands squeezing your shoulders.

“I’m saying, now that the idea has been brought up, it’s not likely to go away,” Joe said, then leaned back in his chair. “And, judging by how excited they seem about this one, I’m guessing the order to actually sever ties with Y/N will come down soon. They’ll want time for the word about Corroded Coffin’s newly single front man to get around before the tour starts.”

Everyone quietly stared at him, speechless.

“That quick, eh?” you said, finally breaking the silence. Joe nodded regretfully. In an attempt to lighten the mood, you looked up at Eddie with a half grin. “Babe, most guys would kill for this chance. You might want to think it over a little more carefully.”

Joe was the only one to laugh, but he quickly turned it into a cough at the glare he got from Eddie.

The glare softened before it was turned on you, but you still got glared at regardless.

“This isn’t funny, Precious,” he said, and you could see it in his eyes that he was close to panic. “They’re fools if they think I would discard you so easily into the fires of Mount Doom.”

One thing you learned about Eddie Munson a long time ago is, when he’s under a lot of stress, be it from the chord of a song being difficult to having to hide at Skull Rock wanted for murder, he starts making Lord of the Rings references about the situation.

You reached up to rest one hand on top of his and gave it a soft squeeze. Eddie quickly wound his fingers through yours so you were holding hands.

“You’ve gotta admit though,” you said, smiling reassuringly. “Those assholes do have a point, babe. Most guys don’t get into this business while attached. They live a rowdy life and never settle down until they either marry a porn star or marry the mistress they cheated on their first wife with.”

As you spoke, Eddie’s face became a mask of abject horror. He quickly came around to drop to his knees in front of your chair and took your face in his hands.

“Sweetheart, please tell me we’re not splitting up right now,” he whispered, looking near tears.

“We’re not,” you said firmly, taking his face in your hands. “Absolutely fucking not. I just said they have a good point.”

Relief washed over his face, and he wrapped you in his arms. After you exchanged a tight hug, Joe cleared his throat so your attention would come back to him.

“Now, as I was about to say before you all started yelling at me,” he said, pausing to give them a fatherly glare before continuing. “There is an alternative, but it will require a lot of discretion from you two lovebirds.”

Since Corroded Coffin didn’t have much media attention outside of local music papers, you were still an unknown name in the scene. Local places knew you as Eddie’s girl. In interviews, if relationships ever came up, Eddie had only referred to you as “my girl” instead of by name. You certainly weren’t in any of the official photos the band had done. You could fade into the background easily and go unnoticed.

Based on Joe’s suggestion, which was immediately approved by the guys before you could get a word in edgewise, you went from Eddie’s longtime sweetheart to his personal assistant. That was actually the next matter on the agenda anyway since Eddie was the only member of the band without one and he needed to get the hiring done soon before the tour started.

Two birds, one stone, as they say.

“Wait, wait, wait!” you protested as the guys were taking turns high giving Joe for his ingenuity. “I’ve never been a personal assistant before! I’m not going to know what the hell I’m doing!”

“You’ll be fine,” Joe said, turning to you with a warm smile. “Trust me, my dear, I’ve had many personal assistants over the years and I’m quite sure none of them knew what they were doing either.”

Fortunately, Gareth’s personal assistant, Lucy, did know what she was doing. She was able to give you a crash course in the weeks leading up to the tour so you would know what the typical day of a personal assistant is like before you were throw into it.

While you took to your new responsibilities with ease and spent just as much time with Eddie day to day as you did before, the change in your status didn’t really become apparent until after you had left the home comforts of LA.

Two nights before the first concert of the tour, the headliners wanted to give everyone a proper welcome to Seattle by treating the bands to a night on the town. Since It was their first ever tour as the main act, they were in the mood to party. Band members, their entourages, and dates only.

Since it would look a little odd for Eddie to be the only one showing up with his personal assistant as a date, you had to break the news to him that you weren’t going. This resulted in you having to nearly force him into going since staying in with his personal assistant rather than partying with a famous band would look even odder.

While you were just as upset as Eddie, you didn’t let it show. He could tell. You knew he could tell. But keeping a brave face kept his cracks from showing. He could keep it together if you could, and that’s exactly what you did. You helped him get ready and shared the elevator down with the band until it reached the floor your room was on. All of the boys were sad you wouldn’t be joining and hugged you before you exited. With nothing left to do today, your plan was to raid the mini fridge and cry.

You were well into your second tiny bottle of vodka when a frantic knocking at the door to your room nearly gave you a heart attack. Then your mind immediately went to Eddie. Thinking he had changed his mind about staying, you rushed to the door, not sure if you were about to hug him or yell at him.

Instead, you found a very breathless Lucy standing outside.

“Here,” she said, thrusting several shopping bags into your arms. “Change into that and get your ass down to the hotel bar pronto.”

You blinked several times, looking from Lucy to the bag then back to Lucy.

“What’s going o-“

“No time to explain, just do it!” she hissed urgently, then retired to her room across from yours.

Twenty minutes later, as you stepped out of the elevator into the hotel lobby, you immediately regretted your decision to play along with whatever Lucy had planned.

Inside the bag had been an outfit that made it easier for you to blend in among the groupies scattered about the lobby. It was tight in all the right places, layered everywhere else just right to smooth everything out as it hugged close your body and pushed everything up to just the right angles. When paired with the high-quality black wig you found one of the other bags, you hardly recognized yourself. While it was far from your normal style, while in the privacy of your room, even you had to admit that you looked damn good. Feeling bold, you added some dark makeup, the jacket from the final bag and a pair of your own shoes to top everything off.

It was easy to feel confident while in your room, and even while on the way downstairs, but now as several patrons in the lobby looked you over, appraising you, you felt exposed and extremely uncomfortable.

You swallowed nervously, took a deep breath to calm yourself, and then did your best to ignore any leering stares as you headed for the hotel bar just as Lucy instructed.

A loud cacophony of voices and laughter hit your ears as soon as you walked in. The place was packed. You hadn’t realized this was where the bands would be gathering to meet up. It looked like they were still waiting on a few people, so they were having a few drinks as they waited to set off.

As you made your way over to sit at the bar itself, you glanced around the room. It didn’t take you long to spot Corroded Coffin. You couldn’t help but smile seeing them. Three of the guys seemed to have already found a companion for the night, while Eddie sat there playing with his rings and looking like he’d rather be anywhere else right now. It almost made you laugh how sullen he looked, but you kept your cool as you took a seat. Since Lucy hadn’t given you any other instructions, you ordered yourself a drink.

Fortunately, you didn’t have to wait around long to figure out what scheme Lucy had been a part of. Not long after you began sipping your drink, you were fetched from the bar by Garth’s bodyguard and lead to the Corroded Coffin table.

Gareth grinned at you as he watched your approach. The glimmer he had in his eye told you this had been his plan rather than Lucy’s.

“Good evening, miss,” Gareth said to you as you stopped at their table. “I couldn’t help but notice you sitting at the bar all alone. Are expecting company this evening?”

You shook your head, desperately trying to keep a straight face.

Gareth straightened up brightly, then winked at the redhead sitting with him, who giggled.

Sometime between high school and now, Gareth had become quite charming with the ladies. Granted, he wasn’t trying at all that hard with you, just enough to sell the ruse, but whatever he had said to the young woman earlier clearly still had her under his spell.

“Wonderful!” he said, then gestured extravagantly to Eddie. “My friend here also happens to be without company for the evening. We’re about to head out to dinner, but it doesn’t feel right for him to be here alone. Would you care to join him?”

You finally let your gaze slide around the table, taking in the happy grins of Jeff and Nick, before letting your gaze land on Eddie.

And you almost lost your shit laughing.

He was now sitting with his eyes closed, his facial expression a mix of annoyance and resignation, as if he were now mentally preparing himself for a long evening with unwanted companionship.

“Hmm, I’m not so sure,” you said, keeping your gaze on Eddie and tilting your head at him. “Your friend sure doesn’t look like he wants my company.”

At the sound of your voice, Eddie’s eyes shot open, and he looked up at you in confusion. It took a moment for him to register what he was seeing. His jaw dropped as realization set in.

“Pfft, that’s just his normal face,” Gareth said, making all the girls at the table laugh, and you looked back over to see him wave his hand through the air in a gesture of dismissal. “I’m sure he’d love to have your company.” He looked over at the front man with a grin. “Wouldn’t you, Eddie?”

Despite the verbal cue from Gareth, Eddie just continued to stare at you until the blonde sitting between him and Jeff finally elbowed him in the ribs.

“Oh, y-yeah,” Eddie murmured, jumping out of the booth. He cleared his throat then stepped aside, gesturing to the seat with a bow. “It’d be an honor if you would grace me with your presence, m’lady.”

The other women at table giggled at Eddie as you lowered yourself into the booth, but as you scooted over to make room for Eddie, the brunette at Nick’s side started to pout.

“Aww,” she said, winking at you. “I was just about to say, if he didn’t want your company, we certainly wouldn’t mind a third.” She looked up at Nick and winked at him. “Would we, Nicky?”

Nick nearly choked on his drink, eyes slightly widening in horror at the idea of a threesome with the girl he thought of like a sister.

“N-nah,” he said, fumbling his words for a second before thinking of a good response. “I’m a one-woman man and, baby, you’re all I need tonight.”

It was a good recovery. Nick’s words had brunette giggling and blushing. You couldn’t help but grin yourself, remembering back when Nick used to be a stammering fool around the other sex instead of the smooth talker he was now.

You couldn’t help but wonder right then where the time had gone.

As soon as Eddie was seated next to you, he wasted no time before throwing his arm over your shoulders and pulling you close. A round of introductions began, where you then pretended to not know anyone at the table.

It didn’t take long for the guys to return their attention back to their respective ladies, leaving you and Eddie in your own little bubble at the end of the table.

“Getting a bit handsy aren’t we?” you couldn’t help but giggle as he leaned in to nuzzle your ear, keeping your tone soft enough only he could hear you. “After all, we only just met, like, five seconds ago.”

Your hand slid over into his lap to softly squeeze his thigh as you spoke. Eddie sucked his breath in through his teeth, then you felt him grin against your ear.

“Well, they do say the front man of Corroded Coffin is a bit of a whore,” he said to you softly, then took ahold of your chin with his free hand and turned your head gently so you were looking at him. “And I’d say that makes me your whore, now, doesn’t it?”

Much later that night, when Eddie brought the raven-haired woman back to the hotel, he made sure everyone in the surrounding rooms heard exactly how much of a whore he was for you.

That was how things continued for most nights on the tour, with you being snuck along to parties as Eddie’s piece of ass for the night. While this wasn’t what either of you had pictured when dreaming of your life together once he made it big, Eddie didn’t care so long as you could be by his side. No matter how you were dressed, now he actually had the money to the queen you always were to him. The whole crew figured out the scheme halfway into the tour schedule, but they pretended not to for plausible deniability’s sake.

The record label wasn’t exactly happy with Eddie’s interpretation of their desires but couldn’t exactly say it wasn’t effective. The front man of Corroded Coffin was projecting exactly the image they wanted; a hard partying bad boy who had his pick of women every night. Who cared if it was the same woman in a wig? So long as Eddie kept playing it up, and your true identity went undetected, they had to let it go.

That was until they were in the studio working on their next album and Eddie unknowingly opened the door for them to finally step in.

A couple months had passed since that first tour successfully wrapped up. Corroded Coffin was enjoying more fame and publicity, but despite the happy, smiling personas the guys wore in public, they were all varying degrees of miserable. It was hard to be happy when they had little to no control over their lives.

On the day they signed with their record deal with the label, Nick made the joke that they were signing their souls away. It turned out to be a very prophetic statement. While Eddie received the brunt of it being the front man, life wasn’t much better for the rest of the band. None of them really had a say in major life decisions anymore. Even potential relationships had to be approved by label executives first.

While everyone was upset about it, there was no one more upset than Eddie. By signing his soul away, he felt like he had inadvertently signed yours away as well.

A few months after they began working on the album, the next big story in entertainment news broke. An actor just had a baby with his former personal assistant. This was the same personal assistant he was caught having an affair with the year before via telephoto lens.

While it wasn’t exactly the same situation, it inspired Eddie. Now that Corroded Coffin had started attending more publicity events, he wanted things to go back to normal with you two. He missed being able to be free with his affection for you. He had Joe pitch the idea to the label that involved him starting to publicly date his own personal assistant. It shouldn’t cause a stir like the actor did because he was single, Joe reasoned on Eddie’s behalf. They could restart their relationship over in the public eye. No one would be any wiser. Pretending to be a new couple wouldn’t be hard since the guys often teased you both about how your honeymoon period was still going on.

While the label executives did agree it was time for Eddie to start settling down and have a regular date on his arm, they had different ideas as to who would be his girl.

Eddie was then informed he would be entering an arranged relationship with someone of their choosing. However, they wouldn’t be dating for long. Not due to a breakup, but because they would be married within the next two months. It was an arrangement that would be beneficial for everyone, the executives reassured.

For his future bride, they had chosen adult actress and dancer Deandra Day. She had starred in the two most recent Corroded Coffin videos and had recently began dancing live at their local shows. The new storyline the label had in mind for Eddie was the bad boy that finally met the right woman and settled down.

And, with that, they expressly stated that Eddie was now a one-woman man effectively immediately. His public persona was to now be a man deeply in love with his wife. There were to be no more one-night stands with women from hotel bars.

The news hit hard, for both you and Eddie.

Marriage was one of the things you two had always put off for later. Mainly it had been Eddie who wanted to wait, wanting to put on a grand spectacle when it finally did happen. He had known on the very first day of sixth grade when you gave him your extra pencil that he was going to marry you. He had told you as much right then and he could still remember how baffled you initially looked after that statement. But then you grinned and said okay, the memory of voice right then could still make Eddie’s heart skip a beat.

Eddie still wanted to marry you just as much now as he did when he was twelve years old. The idea of marrying anyone else completely shattered him.

They were leaving you with your duties as his personal assistant, but little else. Your position ensured you would still be there backstage at concerts, interviews, on tours and on location during shoots. That was it. The after parties, fancy dinners, VIP sections, limo tours of cities, everything else was cut off to you now. You would have to stand back and watch as another woman took your rightful place.

While you were just as upset as Eddie about it, you weren’t exactly surprised. The executives didn’t like it when their artists outsmarted them. And you had been warned that they held grudges. Joe had long suspected the label would eventually make a play to get rid of you again in order to mold Eddie into the artist they wanted him to be. As much as Joe had tried to prepare you for it, that didn’t stop it from hurting when finally happened.

Ironically, the one redeeming quality in the whole situation was actually Eddie’s wife to be. The label had unknowingly given the both of you a huge boon in choosing Deandra for this new role.

Deandra had no interest in an intimate connection with Eddie. For her, the marriage was purely a business arrangement to further her career goals. After being in the adult industry for so long, she was interested in branching out into music. While she was a talented singer, getting a foot in the door was hard for anyone just starting out, no matter their fame in other form of entertainment. The music industry was very competitive, and one that had a lot of turnover. Deandra didn’t want to be a one hit wonder or have one good album then fade into the background. She actually wanted to have a long-term career. This marriage to Eddie would open the doors she needed in order to be successful much faster than they would normally open for her. Her commitment to the label only required the marriage to last for a minimum two years with the option to renew, which she had no intention of doing.

While on the surface it seemed like there was nothing in this for Eddie aside from having a beautiful actress on his arm, that couldn’t have been further from the truth. The evenings spent on Eddie’s arm may have ended for you, but the appearance of a steady relationship opened other avenues for you to be together.

There was no need to recruit Deandra into your conspiracy. She identified the relationship after Eddie introduced you at the very first video shoot simply by the way he did it.

“He introduced you the way any man should introduce his wife,” she explained after asking them directly how long they’d been together. “And most men I’ve met don’t even introduce their own wives with that much reverence, much less their personal assistants.”

With her being in your corner, your time with Eddie actually increased after the wedding. Since the record label had no control over Deandra or her schedule, outside of her contractual appearances with Eddie, she was rarely around. Since a majority of her work in adult movies was based in the San Francisco area, she had no intention of ever selling her house to permanently move to Los Angeles. When the studio prodded at Eddie to finally purchase a house with his wife, Deandra made sure she was shooting out of town and busy with projects for other clients. You were officially sent by Deandra in her stead to give you and Eddie the opportunity to finally pick out your dream home together without the prying eyes of the label.

It ended up being way easier for a member of staff to sneak you in and out of the house everyday than it was pretending you were a groupie. The modest mansion just off the beach in Malibu had a six-car garage, two of which were always empty. All you had to do was lay down in the backseat of a car with heavily tinted windows, until they pulled inside and the doors closed. No one was ever the wiser.

Once you were inside, you and Eddie could do as you pleased. The decorator had ensured the place was outfitted with heavy duty blinds and drapes, an oddity for a mansion with such an amazing view of the ocean, but it ensured total privacy. You could be yourselves, even on the rare times Deandra stayed in Malibu. But it was easy to keep to yourselves, Deandra had her own room while you and Eddie had the master bedroom.

The end date of the arranged marriage came while Corroded Coffin was back in the studio working on their fifth album. The joint statement announcing Eddie and Deandra’s separation had been drafted by the label and Deandra’s PR team. The announcement would coincide with the album’s release to garner publicity. From adult movies to music, this was a common marketing tool many entertainers used to drum up publicity for new releases. Sad news such as a divorce always brought in sympathy dollars.

With the popularity of Corroded Coffin at an all-time high, the label executives had been in good spirits about the band for a while. They had started loosening the reins some with its members, allowing them more freedoms in their personal relationships. Joe felt confident that so long as the album succeeded as well as they’d hoped, and the divorce went smoothly, that Eddie would be able to enjoy that same freedom as well.

But just as you began to see light at the end of the tunnel, it winked out of existence.

A former disgruntled employee spoke to a tabloid about the suspiciously close relationship between the married front man of Corroded Coffin and his personal assistant. They provided firsthand accounts of witnessing suspicious behavior that occurred between the two of you.

While the source remained anonymous, everyone suspected an aide that Jeff had recently hired and then almost immediately fired after catching him stealing his fiancés jewelry. The incidents described in the interview were fairly recent, and the former aide was the only unknown among those present for them.

Luckily for the label, the editor of the tabloid who purchased the story owed one of the executives a favor and gave him a call as soon as they had bought the rights to the story. An arrangement was worked out for the label to purchase the story, and it was swiftly buried.

Unluckily for you, the label was angry. While they were willing to tolerate some controversy and scandal generated by their artists, they did not abide major scandals like adultery.

As of that day, you were barred from all properties owned or affiliated with the label. You were also barred from any concert or event sponsored by the label. On top of that, Eddie was told not to enter into any relationships once the divorce was announced because once it was final, they would have someone new already lined up for him. This time, they expected him to be a truly devoted husband and even possibly start a family with his new wife.

It was a complete disaster.

The only time you had with each other now was at home. As much as the label wanted to, they couldn’t control what went on inside the privacy of Eddie’s house, and you technically lived there. In retaliation, they started booking him for more event appearances. publicity appearances and after party appearances, keeping him away from home as much as possible. When he was at home, he was exhausted, and you let him rest as much as possible.

With the new album fixing to be released, a new tour was already being planned. It was to be Corroded Coffins first tour as the only headliner, with their opening act. But it was hard for anyone to be excited knowing you’d effectively be a prisoner on the tour bus unable to enjoy it with them. You wouldn’t be able to leave while at the venues since the tour was label sponsored. Most of the hotels they would be staying at were label affiliated, which ensured you couldn’t set foot on the properties.

Even though the story about Eddie and his personal assistant never broke, whispers overheard at the tabloid office alerted some paparazzi to a potential story regarding Corroded Coffin’s front man. No one knew specifics, of course, just that there were some rumors that Eddie Munson might be cheating on his wife. But paparazzi don’t need specifics to latch onto a lead. The house was now under constant watch, and you and Eddie both were constantly followed. As production on the album grew closer to wrapping, it began to get extremely hard for you to slip to and from your own home unnoticed.

After several miserable weeks, Deandra approached both you and Eddie with an idea.

It was a bold idea. A daring, not to mention extremely provocative, idea. But it was an idea that, if executed correctly, could be just the ticket to the freedom you all so desperately needed. But while it was you and Eddie that would be exposing yourselves to major controversy and possible public humiliation, you weren’t the only three people that would be affected by it. You sought out the rest of the band and they gave their blessing. With Joe, you two decided it was better to ask for forgiveness rather than permission.

It was all up to you and Eddie now.

Using the labels own marketing tactics against them, the three of you decided the best time to enact the plan would be the night after the new album released. The label was sitting on the joint statement regarding the divorce for at least another week, giving the album time to naturally rise up the charts before giving it that sympathy boost.

There was also a second reason for choosing that particular night. While Deandra had been in town for a couple of weeks, that particular evening she would be out for most it. After heading to dinner with her normal entourage, she would then be spending the rest of the evening MCing an event at a local club. With the after party that was to follow, Deandra didn’t expect to be home until close to sunup the next day. It wouldn’t look weird for Eddie to stay at home since they rarely attended anything together save for award shows. Deandra felt like the plan would have a better effect if she were just merely out of the house for the night rather than in another city for several days, if not weeks. It made the whole thing more taboo, in her opinion.

When the night in question finally came around, your nerves kicked up. The finality of it all was starting to sink in. After tonight, there would be no way to hide anymore, no way to blend in with the crowd. You and Eddie both were about to be put at the mercy of public opinion and let the fans decide your ultimate fate out here in California.

Once Deandra had left to head out for dinner, and a suitably long enough time had passed, it was time. Eddie got everything ready while you got changed.

The backyard of your home wasn’t large by mansion standards, but it was far from small by normal standards. It was wider than it was long, holding a rectangle shaped pool with a built-in hot tub on the side closest to the house. Even with that space taken up, there was still room for a small yard complete with privacy fence on one side of the pool, and an outdoor cooking space on the other side. The view below took in the beach and beyond that the beautiful Pacific Ocean.

As the sun lowered past the midpoint of the horizon, the outdoor lights in this little backyard paradise automatically came on. While there were bright security lights at the front and sides of the house, back here the lighting was soft rather than bright, programmed with quiet relaxation in mind. Clear garden lights hung underneath the porch, illuminating the sitting area and hot tub with a gentle glow. Dimly lit solar lamps lined the pool area with enough light to watch your step. The pool itself was lit from within, the water glowing with a soft illumination. There were a few lights dotting along the structure of the house to add lighting to the house itself.

It was your quiet paradise that Eddie helped you find but had been unable to fully enjoy.

Until tonight, at least.

Once you heard the outside speakers begin to softly play some newer music that you both liked, you knew it was time. You made your way downstairs, wearing the bikini Deandra had bought for you earlier that week, your heart pounding the whole way. Every time you caught sight of yourself in a mirror, you couldn’t help but pause to gawk.

While it wasn’t so far away from your normal style that it looked completely out of place on you, it certainly displayed a lot more skin than you were normally willing to show. It fit you well though, the thin fabric hugging your body comfortably tight. Whoever designed it had both sex appeal and wearability in mind.

After a few stops just to stare at yourself, you finally made it to the dark kitchen and then the sliding door leading to the backyard. Looking out, you could see Eddie had already settled himself into the hot tub, his hair wet now and plastered back on his head. He was in a relaxed posed; both arms up behind him on the edge of the hot tub, with his head tilted back and eyes closed.

Your gaze shifted over to your yard, then let your eyes drift slightly beyond it to the vine covered fence. Somewhere in that area hidden by vines and shadows, you knew two of the slats in the fence had been cut from the outside. The hole this left could easily accommodate a wide-angle camera lens. It was a fairly recent vandalism, done within the last few weeks when the paparazzi really began staking out the house. And you knew with as many people that had been caught spying on the house in that same time period, it was likely that the hole was always manned.

Normally, this gross violation of privacy would have severely angered you, but now it had the opportunity to work in your favor. Whoever was currently behind the peep hole would be getting a clear view of everything that was about to happen.

You took a deep breath, tried to calm yourself one last time, and stepped out the door.

Eddie didn’t hear the door when you opened it, too lost in this peaceful moment of solitude. However, he did hear the soft click of it shutting over the low music and soft hum of the jets and lifted his head to turn towards you. It took a second for the image he was seeing to translate in his brain, but when it did, his eyes widened, and his jaw dropped.

No matter how many times over the years that Eddie saw you naked or in something he thought was sexy, he always behaved like it was the first time.

“Goddamn babe,” he called out breathlessly, arms coming down from the edge of the hot tub so he could lean forward, forearms on his knees, as he carefully watched your approach.

You took your time as you made your way over to the hot tub, your eyes taking him in as much as he was you. The heat of water made his skin flushed, which when paired with the intense gaze he was giving you made him look almost feral.

A cool breeze blew in off the ocean just as reached the hot tub. With only the bikini covering you, goosebumps slightly rose up on your skin and you felt your nipples hardening at the temperature change. The thin fabric covering your tits did nothing to hide this, and you saw Eddie’s gaze dip down to your chest.

As you stepped down into the water, you watched his eyes darken as he took you in again now that you were at close range.

“Deandra did good, I take it?” you asked, making your way down the rest of the steps until you were standing on the bottom.

Eddie’s head rapidly bobbed up and down.

“My soon to be ex-wife has excellent taste,” he said, his tongue running over his bottom lip as his face started to grow more flushed.

Right as you started to lower yourself into the water to take the seat across from Eddie, he lifted one arm up and extended his hand out to you. You took a couple steps forward, closing the distance to accept the gesture by placing your hand in his. With a gentle tug on your arm, he pulled you into his lap, his free hand resting on your waist to help steady you as you positioned yourself to straddle his thighs.

“Hi there,” you said with a coy smile, your hands resting on his shoulders. “Come here often?”

“Not exactly here, per say,” Eddie replied with a chuckle as his hands rested comfortably on your hips, his head tilting back up to look at you. “But I hope that changes soon.”

With a smile, you leaned down to kiss him passionately. His response was immediate with no hesitation, his lips latching onto yours to return your intensity with his own. As your tongues met just inside his lips, Eddie slid one hand up your back, traveling upwards until it finally came to a rest on the back of your neck. He held onto you tightly, his remaining hand pulling at your hip to slide you forward in his lap.

With your bodies now so close together, chest to chest, you gave your hips a gentle roll against him. Eddie softly groaned into your mouth, his hips slightly thrusting upwards to match your movement.

Then he broke away from you just enough so he could speak, his eyes gazing up into yours.

“You’re sure you want to do this?” he asked you, voice low and soft enough it couldn’t be heard by anyone else but you. “It’s not too late to back out.”

You shook your head.

“It is,” you said, lightly running your nails down the back of his neck. “They’ve got photos of us kissing now at least.”

Eddie studied your face, as if looking for any sign of hesitation, then nodded before returning his lips to yours.

It was a lot easier to let go and forget about your audience than you would’ve thought. But as Eddie’s lips moved downwards towards your neck, and then started sucking on that one spot just below your ear, everything around the hot tub just faded away.

You moaned softly, head tilting back as your hips pushed forward into his impulsively. A soft grunt left Eddie, his ass bucking up slightly at the feeling. You hadn’t done it very hard, just enough for him to feel you rub against his hardening length. But it was enough to spur him on.

The hand on your hip slipped down slightly to rest on your ass. Squeezing it tightly, Eddie pulled your hips forward again as he thrust his own towards you. You moaned softly into his mouth, helping him out by rocking your hips down into his thrusts. He stopped pulling at you when he realized you were matching the movements, instead holding onto you firmly as bucked up into you harder. His motions were rough enough to make your body jar upwards on his lap. You both swallowed each other’s moans, the thin fabric of your respective swimsuits doing little to dull the sensations of you grinding against each other.

Your hands slid down his back, raking his skin with your nails as they went. It wasn’t a hard scratch, but not a light one either, making Eddie hiss softly, his hips thrusting hard against you at the feeling.

Eddie’s lips traveled lower on your neck, down to your collarbone. There he started kissing and nibbling his way all the way across your chest, taking particular care to bite at the hallow of your throat. The feeling of his teeth bearing down on the delicate tendons just under the skin made you gasp, almost yelp even. You could feel Eddie’s lips twist upwards in a grin against your chest.

As he continued to make his way across, the hand on your ass slid lower, caressing down over the curve of the cheek until it was under you. His arm slid under your thighs and lifted you a little. This now put your chest at Eddie’s eye level, and he immediately dove forward for your tits. Holding you there, his lips latched onto one through the fabric of your bikini top. As his tongue swirled around one of your nipples, his free hand slid around from your neck to roughly grasp your breast from underneath.

“Mmm,” you moaned softly, as your back arched forward towards him.

One of your hands went to the back of his neck, steadying yourself as you pushed yourself back down to resume grinding against him. A loud groan erupted from Eddie, his hips thrusting up as he bit down on your nipple, making you gasp. He slowly pulled away, still holding it in his teeth for a second before letting go.

“Now that wasn’t very nice, Princess,” he growled softly, but you could hear the playfulness in his voice.

“You don’t love me because I’m nice,” you said, smirking as you brushed your lips over his.

You felt him smile against your mouth and you softly ran the tip of your tongue over his bottom hip. Eddie shivered at the feeling.

“Good point,” he said softly, his hands moving to rest on your lower back. “But remember, sweetheart, I’m not particularly nice either.”

Eddie quickly brought one hand around to slide it between your bodies, pushing it down between your legs. He began rubbing his open hand back and forth over your mound, his palm gently pressing against your clit with each pass up. Your moaned softly, arching your chest forward, and Eddie slid the hand on your back further upwards to the rest between your shoulder blades. His fingers drifted apart with each pass, letting two fingers lay on either side of your slit to rub outer lips, while he pressed his middle finger down to rub between them.

With each pass of his finger, he stopped just shy of your clit, passing just close enough you could feel how close it, but not quite touching where you most wanted him to. Not until a soft whimper left your lips and your legs started to twitch did he finally oblige and give you want you wanted. He pulled his hand forward, drawing his middle finger up along your slit until he could slowly circle the tip around the sensitive nub.

The combination of the light pressure and the slick material of the bikini rubbing against your most tender areas soon had you quivering in his arms. Unconsciously, your hips started to move in small circles in tandem with the circles Eddie was making on around your clit. It added a new sensation, making his finger alternate between firm and featherlight pressure, teasing you one second then pleasuring you the next.

Your head tilted back again, eyes closed, and Eddie’s lips soon found the side of your neck. When your moans started to grow louder, he moved away from your clit to push his hand back between your legs. He wiggled his fingers past the edge of your bikini to push it aside and sink his middle finger all the way into you.

“Eddie, god,” you moaned, your nails digging into his back, as he slowly started to finger you. “Always feel so good.”

“Yeah?” he asked against your neck, and you nodded as his tongue traced over the purpling skin under his lips. “Love it when you call me your god.”

You moaned in response as he added his ring finger next to his middle and curled them both upwards, hitting just that right spot. Crying out loudly with your head thrown back, you held onto him tightly as your hips thrust forward against his hand. This pushed his fingers deeper and made you gasp.

When he started pushing the heel of his hand against your clit, grinding into it with every inward thrust of his fingers, it didn’t take long for you to come undone. Clenching around his fingers like a vice, you completely let go, screaming Eddie’s name along with incoherent praise.

Eddie continued to finger you through your orgasm, gradually slowing down as you came down from your high. When your moans softened into whimpers and you began squirming, he finally pulled his hand away, only to begin opening the front of his swim trunks.

As you shifted your hips back a bit to give him more room, some advice Deandra had given you came floating up in your memory.

“Remember, make it really good,” she had said. “And make it so damn dirty they’ve got no choice but to go straight to print, no matter how many favors they owe.”

In this brief moment of clarity, you realized that, yes, while this all had been very enjoyable so far, it was rather vanilla compared to what you were used to. It seemed like Eddie was holding back, either from his own nerves or his worries for how you were really doing with all this. He was going to need to get over his hesitation quickly if they really wanted to make headlines.

“Eddie? Baby?” you said softly, dragging the tips of your nails across his upper back. He grunted in response just as you felt his cock come free of his swim trunks. “I don’t think you fingering me and then me riding you with all the good stuff under water is going to cut it.”

Eddie paused for a second, then pulled back a bit to look at you, a mischievous grin on his lips.

“What do you have in mind, Princess?” he asked.

You inclined your head upwards towards the edge of the hot tub.

“Why don’t you hop up there, and I’ll show you,” you said, leaning in for a moment to flick your tongue over his lips.

You pulled yourself out of Eddie’s lap and he lifted himself out of the hot tub to sit right at the edge, his feet resting in the seat. As he did this, you briefly submerged yourself under water, getting yourself completely wet. Eddie watched as you resurfaced, leaning back on one hand, and lazily stroking his cock as you wiped the water out of your face.

It was quite the sight to open your eyes to and you couldn’t help but pause to watch for a few seconds. His grin got even bigger, watching your eyes move up and down in time with his hand and your lips open slightly.

Then you came forward to kneel between his legs on the seat he just vacated. One hand immediately went to his cock to bat his hand away, wrapping your fingers around his hard shaft in their stead. Kissing along his chest, you started working his cock with your hand. You kept a slow pace until your lips were at the base of his shaft, where you then ran your tongue down his full length.

Eddie’s legs twitched and he muttered a soft curse. You shifted your gaze up to see a soft look on his face despite how intently he was watching you. You paused, quirking a brow at him. He brought his other hand over to rest it on your shoulder, giving it a soft, reassuring squeeze before sliding over to the back of your neck. With that last check in complete and permission to continue given, you turned your attention fully to his cock.

After slowly circling your tongue around the tip several times, you took the head of his cock into your mouth. Eddie started to let out a deep groan at the feeling of the warmth and wetness enveloping him, but it changed to a cry of surprise and pleasure as you hollowed out your cheeks to apply a deep suction.

“Fuck!” Eddie cried, his hand letting go of your neck to grip a handful of your hair instead. “S-shit, babe. That’s it. That’s my girl. You know how I like it.”

Indeed, you did, and you needed no further encouragement. You started bobbing your mouth up and down in just the head of his cock, keeping up with the slow rhythm of your hand stroking his shaft. Another low moan left Eddie, and you felt his fingers flexing in your hair. He wasn’t pushing or pulling at you yet, merely holding onto you.

As you increased the speed of your hand, you lowered your mouth down on him a little more with each downstroke. Already you could taste his precum, the tip of his cock leaking on your tongue and coating the roof of your mouth.

Once his cock was halfway in your mouth, you moved your hand away from his shaft and took the rest down your throat in one fast motion.

Eddie gasped loudly, and when you looked up you could see him staring at you in awe, his eyes nearly bugging out of his head.

“H-Holy s-shit,” he groaned before pinching his eyes closed and tilting his head back as his entire body shuddered.

You set a slow and steady rhythm, sliding all but the tip of his cock out of your mouth before taking it all back in again. The sounds Eddie made every time he felt your throat around his cock made your core throb.

After taking him down your throat a couple more times, Eddie’s moans became whimpers, and his hips began to twitch upwards. When that happened, you slid his cock from your mouth, your hand returning to stroke his shaft.

“Wanna do something really dirty?” you asked, batting your eyes up at him before flicking your tongue over the tip of his cock.

Eddie shivered and gasped, his eyes heavy lidded and dilated as he watched you.

“Maybe,” he said, brushing some hair away that had fallen in your face. “What were you thinking abo-“

The sudden halt in his speech was caused by you leaning up towards him just enough that the head of his cock nestled between your tits. You then angled yourself so that the length of his shaft was laying between them.

“Oh f-fuck yes,” he finally said, arching his hips up a little to thrust his wet cock upwards between your tits.

With a smile, you brought your free hand up to the bottom of your bikini top. You pulled it away from your chest just enough that you could easily slip his cock underneath. The new sensation of the wet fabric against one side of his cock and your smooth, warm skin on the other made Eddie groan. It seemed like he didn’t know what to do with his hand suddenly as he watched you with wide eyes, so he moved it behind him to lean on as well.

Shifting your body a little bit more, you got into a better position so it would be a smooth glide. You moved his cock a little bit then tilted your head down, taking a second to gather all the saliva in your mouth to spit it down between your tits and his cock. A stream of curses left Eddie’s mouth as he watched you do it again a moment later, this time directly on to his cock.

“Fucking hell,” he panted, legs twitching as you pushed your tits closer together with your arms, pushing them closer around his cock. “Always so fucking filthy for me, baby, fuck.”

It wasn’t the first time you’d let him fuck your tits. After nearly twenty years together, fifteen of which as lovers, there was very little you two hadn’t done together in bed. But it was one of those things that didn’t happen often, so when it did, Eddie went mad.

And, after fifteen years as lovers, you knew exactly what buttons were left to push before Eddie went absolutely berserk.

“Like that, baby?” you asked, moving your body so he cock began to glide easily between your tits at a steady pace.

“Fuck, baby, I fucking love it,” he groaned deeply.

Eddie’s ass was starting to buck up off the tiled edge of the hot tub. His breathing was becoming erratic, his cheeks turning red as he tried to hold onto himself for as long as he could. Your skin was smeared with precum as it leaked down his shaft. When you looked down and saw this, you paused temporarily and opened your mouth, letting him thrust the head of his cock past your lips so you could gently suck on it, cleaning it off. Eddie gasped loudly at the feel of your mouth around him again and you felt his whole-body twitch.

Suddenly, he completely stopped moving and leaned forward, taking ahold of both of your shoulders in order to push you away, his cock slipping free of your bikini top. You didn’t have time to say anything before he had jumped back in the hot tub with you. He took ahold of you then spun you around, pushing you to the edge of the hot tub so you were bent over it.

While there wasn’t much sense left in Eddie, there was enough to make him be careful of how he angled your body. He made sure to position you in such a way that nothing of yours could be seen or photographed by outside parties. That was his one stipulation to agreeing to this. He didn’t care who saw what of his, but the Full Y/N Experience, as he put it, was for his eyes only.

Once he had the angle right, where a semi side profile of your bodies could be seen, along with a left clear view of your faces, Eddie pulled your bikini bottoms to the side and held them open. Using his free hand, he lined himself up with your entrance and then pushed the head of his cock into you.

You moaned loudly, your hands gripping the side of the hot tub as both of his came up to grip onto your ass cheeks. He lifted them slightly and spread them, watching as he slowly sheathed himself deep inside your aching cunt. The feeling of him bottoming out made your legs tremble, a long moan leaving your throat at the feeling of him being so deep in you.

Eddie gave a couple of slow rolls of his hips, allowing you to properly feel his full length dragging through you. Low, deep moans left your throat, the slow pace making you want more. Soon though, he began to pick up the pace until he was finally slamming himself into you fast and hard.

“Fuck, Eddie!” you screamed, squeezing your eyes closed.

All you could do was hold onto the edge of the hot tub for dear life as he pounded into you from behind. He slid his hands up from your ass to take hold of your waist. He started pulling you backwards into each thrust, the force making you both gasp and moan together. The head of his cock pushed even deep inside you, hitting all your most sensitive inner areas. It wasn’t long before you could feel the coil inside you close to snapping.

“G-gonna cum,” you managed to gasp out.

Your words made Eddie’s thrusting slightly stutter, but not for long. He slid one hand down from your waist back between your legs, his fingers seeking out your clit to circle around it.

“M’close too,” he groaned out as your inner walls twitched around him when he swept the pad of his finger directly over your clit. “Want you to cum around me.”

With three more thrusts, Eddie’s wish came true, and your cunt clamped down around him as you came. The orgasm washed over your body hard, making your legs shake and your knees start to buckle. You screamed, crying out curses and his name in an incoherent mess of words.

The hand on your shoulder left it to grab a handful of your hair, pulling your head back and causing your chest to arch outwards. This also caused your hips to lift, giving Eddie a better angle to fuck straight into you.

He fucked you through your orgasm and wasn’t too far behind you. His thrusting was already growing harder and erratic as you were coming down from your high. The steady grip of your inner walls coaxed him along, and after a few more of those hard, deep thrusts, Eddie began to shoot his cum deep inside you.

“F-fuck!” he cried as his lower body slightly spasmed, the hand on your waist gripping you hard. “That’s it, fuck! Such a good girl for me, Y/N, fuck!”

The stream of cursing and praise that left Eddie’s mouth next was almost unintelligible as yours as he kept fucking you through his orgasm. His hips gradually slowed until he finally came to a stop, leaving his cock still buried in you.

You both were panting, exhausted messes. It took several moments before Eddie could even move in order to pull out of you. You whimpered at the loss of contact when he finally did, the motion making your legs tremble again. After tucking himself into his trunks, he helped you stand up and fix your bottoms, before dropping into seat you just fucked on. He pulled you down into his lap across his thighs, sitting there contently with your arms wrapped around each other.

It took a while before either of you felt like moving, supremely happy to just sit there together. You spoke softly about trivial things, exchanging soft kisses and caresses until the timer on the hot tub went down to zero and it shut itself off. That was your cue to finally go inside. After drying yourselves, the two of you went inside to shower then get ready for bed, both exhausted. Just before you went to sleep, Eddie wondered aloud to you about how long it would take for the photos to get out.

That question was answered barely two days later. Shortly after the nationally aired morning shows began for the day, you and Eddie were woken up by a phone call from Joe, telling you both to get down to his office as soon as possible. The label wanted the band and you assembled for a conference call with the executives.

About an hour later, once you all were assembled around Joe’s desk, he dialed into the labels conference room as he was instructed.

The phone call as brief as possible.

It hadn’t taken long for the photos to be picked up by a major tabloid. While the story hadn’t hit the printers yet, legitimate news outlets caught wind of the story and had already validated its legitimacy. There had only been short blurbs about it so far during the entertainment news, but everyone knew it wasn’t going to take long for the photos to be everywhere.

They were informed that Corroded Coffin’s contract with the label was terminated effective immediately with the upcoming tour cancelled.

They cited a morality clause in one of the subsections of their contract stating any behavior considered immoral or reprehensible by the label from any member of the band would be grounds for label to terminate their agreement with the band as a whole. Since the statement announcing Eddie and Deandra’s pending divorce hadn’t gone public yet, it was a clear-cut case of adultery. There was absolutely no way for the label to spin it into anything else and that created a big problem for the executives.

While they had no interest in continuing their relationship with Corroded Coffin, they assured the band they would not be put their names on any blacklists so that they may find another label to take them on during this next phase of their careers. They predicted that Corroded Coffin would have no trouble finding someone to quickly sign them on.

After wishing everyone well, and reminding you all that your NDAs still wouldn’t expire for years to come, the executives ended the call.

You all listened to the dial tone coming through the speaker phone for a few seconds before Joe finally hit the button to hang up.

Then the guys cheered with joy.

A tremendous feeling of relief washed over everyone in that office. Even Joe, while he didn’t fully approve of you and Eddie’s methods, definitely appreciated the outcome . He was happy to finally have the label out of his hair, too.

While none of you knew whether or not to believe the label executives at first, they held true to their word and did not blacklist the band in the industry. It didn’t take long before other labels started reaching out to Joe, interested in signing them. However, most of the labels he met with were offering deals way too similar to the one the guys just got out of. This time, they wanted to be much more careful. Since they actually had the clout now to be choosier, Joe put potential labels through far more scrutiny on their behalf.

In the meantime, Joe made sure they continued to work and perform, but things were much different now than before. The bigger venues were hard to book without the backing of a label, and the dive bars they started out in were too big of a security risk thanks to their fame. All that really left was the festival circuit and special appearances. But none of you minded though. Every show was much more relaxed than their previous concerts with the label had been, and definitely not as frantic and stressful as touring. The slower pace allowed them to begin recovering from the burnout their old label had pushed them into. Soon they were enjoying performing again. Even the writer’s block Eddie and Gareth had been experiencing started to lift, allowing them to write music again.

It really didn’t take that long to get a new record deal. Not in comparison to how long it took them to get their first deal, at any rate. The wait was worth it though.

A smaller label eventually contacted Joe, interested in signing Corroded Coffin. At first, he was leery of their interest. The label was relatively new, having only been founded within the last five years. They had a handful of artists signed, but none of them particularly famous outside of niche audiences. However, the label desperately wanted to sign them. Corroded Coffin would be their biggest act signed to date and would certainly start to make a name for the label. The label then extended the most generous offer the guys had received so far, allowing them total control over their careers and lives. It was an offer they couldn’t refuse.

Once they were signed, they immediately went into the studio to start recording the new material they all had been working on. Since they had gotten inspired in recent months, there ended up being way more music than they needed for an album. Rather than forcing them to pair it down, the label encouraged them to spread their creative wings and try something new.

This led to the release of a double disc album, “Destruction & Resurrection.” Most of the songs were veiled references to the hell their previous label put them through (Destruction) and taking back control of their lives and careers in the aftermath (Resurrection). It did very well among old fans and new. It rose through the charts quickly after release and soon they went on a very successful tour to promote it.

The difference between the old tours and this new one was obvious from the start. It was much more laid back, and not as hectic with so many guidelines the old label had them follow. They were finally able to enjoy the spotlight, enjoy being on stage together and enjoy all the benefits years of demanding work had yielded without someone else pulling the strings.

Not only that, you and Eddie weren’t having to sneak around in the shadows anymore. Since your relationship had remained public ever since the photos of you two in the hot tub made the news, you never left his side now except for when he was on stage.

But living life in the public eye wasn’t without its drawbacks, especially after a scandal of that magnitude.

The photos of you and Eddie had broken during the fast rise in popularity of internet being used as a way to connect with other people sharing similar interests. Among the discussions you saw about the band, the scandal was wildly talked about. Eddie’s name was once again tarnished for something he didn’t do, but this time you were taking the brunt of the blame. Most people had less than favorable opinions about you. People called you a home wrecker at best and a trailer trash slut at worse. You tried to not let it bother you, tried to not let it get under your skin, but it did at times. With the NDAs still in effect, you were forced to grin and bear it.

Once the latest tour wrapped up, with the labels blessing, Corroded Coffin took an extended break. They weren’t broken up by any means, but like all bands that stay together long term, they had all reached the point where they wanted to live their own separate lives. They wanted to stretch their wings out, rediscover themselves and learn what makes them tick. After so many years of working and traveling together, it was time.

Nick more or less retired from the public eye during this time. He and his wife had their first of four children together shortly after the tour concluded, and he wanted to spend as much time with them as he could.

Outside of having families themselves, Gareth and Jeff started a new project in order to experiment with the nu metal sound that had really become popular. It was fairly successful, featuring both Eddie and Nick on several of the songs.

Eddie and you led a pretty quiet life. Now that you weren’t forced to be shut ins in order to be together, you discovered now you preferred being at home together rather than going out. Outside of the occasional vacation with friends and family, you two spent most of your time at home. Though, one of those vacations did land you two on the front page of the tabloids again when you two were spotted vacationing in the Maldives with Deandra and her fiancée.

When the early 2000’s rolled around, the guys of Corroded Coffin were starting to feel a bit restless. The itch to write and perform together again was creeping in, and they started to talk about if it was time to start working a new album.

Fate decided to step in and give them the nudge they needed.

The producers of a popular horror movie series wanted to use a couple of Corroded Coffin’s songs in the latest movie. They were also asked if they would also write and record a brand-new song for the soundtrack. Since Eddie, you and Jeff were fans of the series, the band happily agreed.

While the movie itself ended up being one of the weaker installments of the series, it still did well enough at the box office to assure another installment. The soundtrack was highly praised and relaunched the name Corroded Coffin to a whole new generation of fans. They went back into the studio to record again.

The success of their following album led to them being approached by VH1 executives with an offer. They wanted to do an episode of Behind the Music on Corroded Coffin detailing their rise to fame, the scandal that resulted in their expulsion from their first label, their reinvention under the new label and the lives they lead now. The offer was thrilling, and everyone readily agreed. There was very little haggling over the script and the questions, which seemed a little odd at first to the producers. Usually there is always something the guests didn’t want to talk about, but everyone seemed perfectly willing to bare it all.

What the producers of VH1 didn’t realize was, all of the NDAs the group signed with the first label had expired the prior year. You and Eddie were done lying and gave everyone your blessing to tell the real story.

It didn’t take long for before VH1 realized what a goldmine they had. As the story unfolded, the entire structure of the episode changed. Instead of presenting them as former hard partying rockers that got knocked down several pegs by the front man’s scandalous love affair, they were presented as a band held prisoner by a former label that controlled everything from to who they dated and what they wore. Everyone interviewed for the episode confirmed every bit of the story, from Joe’s widow Valerie and Diandra herself, to Eddie’s longtime friends Steve Harrington and Dustin Henderson.

Corroded Coffin’s episode of Behind the Music shocked the music world. While everyone was moved by what all the guys went through, hearing about what happened to you and Eddie broke hearts.

As it turns out, the men in suits at that first label had been wrong.

Everyone on the internet agreed. Eddie Munson being with his high school sweetheart for over twenty years, not to mention the lengths that you two went to finally be together, was very fucking metal.

[yupdani]

Beautiful

(Eddie Munson x Plus Size Female Reader)

Summary: Jason and his friends target Y/N over her weight, so Eddie finds his own way to show her how beautiful she is.

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: Angst, reader ashamed of her weight, low self-esteem, Eddie being a sweetheart, smut (p in v sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk)

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Snuggling down into my pillow, I wiped my eyes with the now damp tissue, my soft sniffles drowning out the music playing quietly. I could hear the rain pounding against the window frame, the storm outside having intensified since I got home from school. A sob drifted from my throat. I really fucking hate that place.

Hawkins High was a great place to be, if you were a jock or a cheerleader. Everyone else just suffered in varying degrees of misery, counting down the days until they graduated so they could get the hell out of this godforsaken town.

I only have a few months left left until that day finally arrived, and I couldn’t fucking wait! The day I snatch that diploma from Principal Higgins’ hand, me and my boyfriend were out of there. I honestly couldn’t care less where we end up, so long as we’re together and away from the assholes that make up the ‘cool crowd’.

A soft tapping snapped me from my thoughts, and I looked around, trying to figure out where it had come from. Tap tap. I sat up, trying to focus my hearing, and realised it was coming from the window, behind my drawn curtains. I made my way slowly across to the window and threw the curtains open.

“What are you doing out here? You’re going to break your neck, and get me grounded,” I said, opening the sash window as quickly and quietly as I could. Sliding through the window head first, Eddie landed heavily in a heap on the floor. “Eds, please be quiet!” I hissed.

He jumped swiftly to his feet, shaking his arms as he tried to rid his jacket of the raindrops that had settled on the leather. He moved closer to me, taking my face in his hands and gazing down at me, his dark eyes set with concern.

“I was worried, I thought you were meeting me after Hellfire, but you didn’t show.” His eyes wandered my face for a few seconds. “Love, why are you crying? What’s happened?” The last thing I needed right now was an angry Eddie, so I shook my head, shrugging his question away.

“I’m fine, it’s nothing.” I tried to smile, but I could tell he didn’t believe me. “How was Hellfire?”

“Don’t do that, don’t try and change the subject,” Eddie said sternly. “Talk to me.” I sighed, pulling away from him and sitting down on the edge of my bed.

“I just, I had,” I hesitated. “I had a little run in with Jason and his dumb ass friends.”

“What did they do?” Eddie’s voice was deeper now, darker.

“Eds, I promise you, I’m fine,” I tried to reassure him. “It’s nothing I haven’t heard before.” Eddie sighed softly, taking a step forwards and knelt down in front of me, his hands holding mine in my lap as he looked up at me. He knew me well enough to realise that the only way they could upset me like this was to mention my weight.

“Y/N, they’re assholes. They have no idea what they’re talking about,” he said softly, his thumbs gently stroking the backs of my hands as a tear rolled down my cheek. “Baby, you’re the most beautiful girl in this town. Fuck their super skinny cheerleaders and…”

“Eddie, please stop,” I begged, a sob catching in my throat. “I have a mirror, ok? I know what I look like, that I’ll probably always be ‘the fat one’, you don’t need to bullshit me,” I snapped. Eddie’s eyes narrowed, a frown falling across his face.

“Y/N,” he hesitated, sighing sadly. “Is that really how you feel?” I shrugged.

“Sometimes, I just…” I hesitated, my eyes rising to meet his, although seeing him through my tears was a little more of a challenge. “I just don’t know why you’re with me, when you could have your pick of any girl in this town.” A small laugh escaped Eddie’s lips.

“Are you for real?! Y/N, I love you,” he said matter-of-factly. “Why the fuck would I want one of them? You think they could make me laugh like you do? That they could put up with all the shit that comes with being Eddie Munson’s girlfriend? Do you think any of them could compare with the way you make me feel?” I shrugged noncommittally, and Eddie sighed, rolling his eyes dramatically.

“You know what? If you don’t believe me, I guess I’ll just have to prove to you how beautiful you are,” he smiled as he rose to his feet, pulling me up with him and placing my hands on his shoulders. “Hi,” he smiled softly, his hands moving to cradle my face as he lowered his lips to mine. I melted against him, his touch my god-given solace, as it had been since the day we met.

His soft lips moved slowly against mine, the faint taste of his cigarettes still lingering on his tongue as it swiped lazily against my lower lip. Eddie’s hands moved slowly to my hips, and he turned us around, him sitting down on my bed and pulling me into his lap, my knees either side of his body.

“Eddie, I’m gonna fall,” I whined.

“No you won’t,” he insisted. “Just trust me.” Reluctantly I lowered myself down into his lap, and his hands grabbed at the meat of my ass, pulling me tight against him.

“See? I’m not going to let you fall sweetheart,” he smiled as he leant forward, his lips ghosting against the tender skin of my neck. A contented sigh slipped from my lips, and I relaxed in his arms, lowering my head against his strong shoulder. I nuzzled my face into his neck, my arms unconsciously slipping around his shoulders as the soft scent of his apple shampoo invaded my senses.

Eddie’s hands brushed gently against my back where my shirt had slipped up slightly, his fingertips dancing delicately across my skin. Delicate wasn’t exactly the word that came to mind when people saw Eddie, but I knew better. The side of him that he allowed me to see was soft, caring. Yes, he absolutely had a cocky, loud, obnoxious side, but there was so much more to him once he finally let you in.

When he spoke, I could feel the warmth of his breath against my skin. “I wanna see you,” he breathed, his large hands flattening against my sides and sliding up, pushing my shirt up further. As his fingers reached the bottom of my bra, a sense of panic rushed through me, my hands snapping back to my body, grabbing desperately at the bottom of my shirt.

“Eds, please, I can’t…” I pleaded, my voice catching in my throat.

“Hey,” Eddie said softly, pulling his head away from my neck and looking up at me, his hands stilling. “Baby, it’s just me,” he whispered. I took a deep breath, hesitating before nodding, slowly raising my arms above my head.

Eddie’s hands slowly resumed their journey, his dark eyes gazing softly into mine as he pushed my shirt up my arms and dropped it to the ground before he took my still raised hands in his, lowering them and laying my palms against his chest.

His eyes fell from mine, gliding slowly down my body, taking in every inch of me, every freckle and stretchmark on my skin. Making me feel not just half undressed, but laid bare, vulnerable.

Eddie looked up at me through his lashes, his hands tight against my hips as he rolled his hips against me, causing a soft whimper to fall from my lips as I felt his cock hard beneath me. “You feel that? You feel what you do to me with nothing more than looking at you? Fuck Carver, and fuck his stupid fucking groupies. As far as I’m concerned you are the most beautiful creature to ever walk the face of this goddamn Earth Y/N,” Eddie said sincerely.

At that moment, something very rare happened. I was speechless, totally lost for words.

I’m not sure which one of us closed the gap between us but before I knew what was happening, his lips were on mine, kissing me like it might be the final time.

His hands moved from my hips, grabbing at the softness of my thighs as he flipped us, a soft giggle slipping from my lips as my back hit the mattress. “My second favourite sound,” he muttered between kisses, his hands now working at removing my pyjama pants.

“What’s your favourite?” I whispered as he tore his lips from mine. He chuckled deeply, biting his lower lip between his teeth.

“I’ll tell you later,” he said, sliding my pants down my legs as he stood up, his eyes hungrily roaming my body as he threw off his wet Hellfire shirt, his jeans and boxers following swiftly afterwards.

He stood over me for a few moments, the only sound coming from him his ragged breathing as his chest heaved, the look in his eyes reminiscent of an apex predator stalking its prey. “Baby, take that bra off for me. I want to see you,” he instructed me, and I did as he asked without question, my eyes wandering his body, committing every detail to memory. The chain hanging around his neck, the tattoos that peppered his body, the line of dark hair that descended to the base of his hard cock. Truth be told, I would do anything for Eddie, and him for me.

He stood silently for a few more seconds before he spoke, his eyes raking over my now naked body. “Fuck Y/N, I’m not a religious man but I swear I’ll worship you until the day I die.”

Without another word, he was back between my legs, his soft lips leaving a trail of hungry kisses up my stomach and through the valley between my breasts, his hands grabbing desperately at the soft flesh at my waist until his lips reached my neck, nipping gently at the soft skin there as he rolled his hips against mine, coating his cock in my wetness.

“Eddie, please,” I whimpered quietly, my fingers digging hard into his back. He chuckled against my throat. “I need you.”

“THAT’S my favourite noise, you begging for me. Sweetheart I haven’t warmed you up yet,” he said, a smugness to his voice.

“I don’t care. Baby please,” I begged, my body aching for him.

“Whatever you want m’lady,” he breathed as he lined himself up at my entrance, pushing slowly into me, a strangled gasp escaping from my lips as his cock filled me, my walls stretching around him. I swear I will never get used to that feeling, an exquisite combination of pleasure and pain as my body fought to accommodate his size.

“Fuck princess, she’s so tight for me,” he growled as he slowly pulled himself almost all the way out of me before slamming back in, his hips slamming against my inner thighs as he bottomed out inside me, a gutterall moan echoing deep in his throat. “Shit, you feel so good,” he moaned, his lips attaching to my neck and sucking hard, stopping only to admire his handiwork and lay a gentle kiss on top of it.

His hips snapped hard against me now, keeping a punishing pace that had the elastic band in my stomach tightening with each thrust, his name falling from my lips like a prayer.

“Nothing sounds as good as when you moan for me,” he groaned as his lips reconnected with mine, our tongues colliding desperately as he roughly lifted my legs so they lay across his shoulders, my loud moan echoing around the room, combining with the sound of skin against skin, with the gasps for breath, to create the most wonderful, and erotic, melody.

“Are you close baby?” He asked, panting for breath as I nodded eagerly. I could feel his pace growing sloppy, his hips stuttering as he threaded his hand between us to the spot where our bodies met, rubbing hard against my sensitive clit. “Cum for me baby, I want to feel you cum around my cock.”

He could feel my walls tightening around him, the coiled spring in my stomach tightening as his long fingers worked skilfully between my folds.

I felt Eddie’s hips stutter as he plummeted over the edge, his orgasm hitting him hard and fast, and the sensation of his cock twitching against my g spot sent me spiralling after him, the coiled spring finally snapping.

Eddie still didn’t let up, fucking me hard through my orgasm, blinding lights flashing before my eyes. As the waves of ecstacy eased, my aching legs slipped back to the mattress, drawing a groan from Eddie as he collapsed on top of me.

“Sorry,” I giggled.

“S’ok,” he whispered breathlessly as he rolled over to lie beside me. He smiled softly, pushing my hair back from my face. “Wait there,” he told me, jumping up and making his way unsteadily to my dresser, pulling a towel from the drawer. He made his way back to me, smiling tiredly as he crawled back into bed beside me, taking a few moments to clean me up. Eddie was the king of aftercare, always taking his time to look after me.

I took my bottom lip between my teeth, trying to hide lovesick smile that was working it’s way across my face. “What are you grinning at?” Eddie teased, throwing the towel into the basket at the foot of my bed and slipping his arm around my waist, pulling me flush against him.

“You,” I told him simply. “Thank you.” His brows furrowed, confused.

“For what?”

“For loving me for me. For accepting me,” I told him softly, my fingers gently tracing around the edge of his spider tattoo. “For making me feel beautiful.” A sob caught in my throat with the last words.

“Hey,” Eddie whispered, his free hand lifting my face to his, nudging my nose with his own. “You are beautiful sweetheart, and I love you more than you can even imagine,” he said, his voice soft, gentle. “So, can we agree that next time Carver and his fucking idiot friends upset you, you’ll try and remember the massive hard on you gave me just by looking at you?” I laughed quietly, reaching out and running my fingers through his hair.

“I love you Munson.”

[yupdani]

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader(no pronouns used)

Prompt: “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

Warnings: none! Just fluff!

You groaned as the alarm blared next to you. You didn’t want to get up. You had stayed up late with Eddie last night watching a movie and now you were exhausted and had to get ready for work. You reached out and fumbled to turn the alarm off, sighing gratefully as the room fell to silence again.

You finally opened your eyes and took in the soft morning light around you. You looked down and smiled as you found Eddie’s arm wrapped around your waist as he spooned you from behind, he was still asleep somehow. You didn’t want to leave his warm embrace, knowing you wouldn’t get to see him until much later in the evening.

You lifted his arm and shimmied out of bed, trying carefully not to wake your boyfriend. You stretched as you stood, taking in his cute sleeping form as you did. His arm was still stretched out in front of him where you left it, his long curls were wild with bed head, and his face was squished up against the pillow as snored lightly. The morning light danced on his skin beautifully, making him look somehow like an ethereal painting. You tore your eyes away reluctantly and started getting dressed for your shift.

“Mmm, baby?” You heard from the bed as you were putting on your pants. You looked over and saw Eddie, eyes still closed as his arm searched for you in the bed next to him.

“Go back to sleep honey, I’m just getting ready for work.” You said softly as you walked up to him and leaned over to leave a kiss on his forehead. “I’ll see you tonight sleepy head.” You said.

You went to pull away as Eddie’s hand reached out blindly and managed to find yours. He held it tightly as his eyes blinked open and he tried to focus on your face. “Stay.” He said sleepily, eyes squinting as he tried to adjust to the brightness of the room. “Come back to bed.”

“Oh I wish I could, pretty boy.” You cooed, you tried to pull your hand away only for Eddie to pull you into the bed next to him.

“You’re staying. Call out of work. We’ll play hooky.” He mumbled as he tried to wrap himself around you.

You laughed and pushed him away as you scrambled out of bed before he could pin you there. “I’m sorry Eds, I’ve gotta go to work baby.” You smiled at his grumpy face. “I’ll see you after I get off okay? I love you!” You called out as you grabbed your keys and walked out of your shared bedroom.

Eddie groaned loudly as you walked into the living room of your small apartment. You were checking over your items to make sure that you had everything when you felt his arms wrap around your waist as he buried his head into your neck. You chuckled lightly.

“You’re not letting me leave here today are you?” You asked, resting your hands on his own.

“Not a chance. I wanna spend the day with you.” He mumbled into your skin.

You sighed playfully, defeated, “You’re lucky you’re cute, Munson.”

“Mmmm, I know. Let’s get you out of these stuffy clothes and get back to bed, I’ll make it up to you baby.” Eddie said as he kissed your skin lightly, the affection making sparks like electricity run up and down your spine.

“Hmm, you’ve convinced me.” You said, twisting around in his arms to face him. “You’re a bad influence, Eddie Munson.” You teased as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Don’t I know it sweetheart.” He said with a shit-eating grin on his face. He leaned forward and kissed you deeply. “Let’s get back to bed.” He said softly as he pulled back. You nodded, a little dazed from the kiss, and followed him back to the room, giggling when he would stop every few feet to kiss you silly.

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[yupdani]

Snow Day Shenanigans

Pairings: Eddie Munson X Plus sized Girlfriend Reader,

Warnings: Pure Fluff!, blurb, dry humping, kissing, talk of masturbation, slightly suggestive

Summary: Eddie will not stop fkn singing when you're trying to have a hot makeout sesh!

A/N: Aight so I did this when i was making out with a girl but to fkn ICP (Insane Clown Posse) and she thought it was hilarious so I just had to write it here, hope yall enjoy.

Wordcount: 700

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Laid on your back in the comfort of your boyfriend's bed is how you spent the cold snow day. A snow storm had broken out the night before and you were unable to make it home, no buses went and Eddie couldn't even get his van out of the makeshift driveway. His Uncle Wayne couldnt make his way home from work in time before the storm reached its peak and stayed with a coworker who only lived a few minutes away from the plant. 

Snow drifted down violently outside the window while a white mist lingered over the town of hawkins. Eddie's bed was made and the heater was on full blast. As you lay underneath him, warm kisses to your lips wrapped up in a warm sweater with sweat and fluffy socks on the both of you, the whole scene felt magical. Music played on a speaker propped up on Eddie's desk. 

The familiar notes of Master of Puppets played on Electric guitar played at a moderate volume on the other side of the room. As Eddie lay nestled between your thighs as his hips moved softly back and forth against your core at a steady pace. The past 20 minutes you had layd like this, just kissing and practically dry humping each other. 

He couldn't help himself when the notes of his favorite song played, he began trying to match his movements to the beat of the music, awkwardly. He missed beats and awkwardly waited for an in for him to start again. 

“What are you doing?” you pulled away and leaned into the pillows. “What? Oh nothing” he grinned. He finally found the beat and adjusted his pace. 

“Are you actually humping me to the beat of Metallica right now?” you grimaced. 

“Pfff, what? I wouldn't” Before you could say anything he shut you up by connecting his lips to yours and searching for entrance with his tongue. 

Just as James Hetfeild began singing Eddie ripped away from you. You frowned, shocked till you saw Eddie violently mouthing the words “End of passion play, crumbling away!” He played air guitar as he sat on his knees, your thighs on either side of him. 

You rolled your eyes as he continued “I'm your source of self-destruction”

“Stop!” you whined trying to grasp hold of his hand and pull you back to him. 

“Veins that pump with fear, sucking darkest clear” he pulled away from you and began headbanging vigorously. 

“UGH” you groaned as Eddie began singing along “Leading on your death's construction”

“Shut up!”

“Taste me you will see” you lightly pushed him back. 

“More is all you need” he breathed the next line as he stumbled upwards to sit back up. 

“Dedicated toooo” he sang falsely. 

“Would you shut up and kiss me?!” you voiced loudly over his obnoxious singing. 

“How I'm killing youuuuu” As the short instrumental started he leaned down and planted a very sloppy and quick kiss to your lips before flinging back up and resuming his air guitar skills. 

“Come crawling faster” he started up again. 

“Alright, I'm going to the toilet” you shouted. 

“Obey your master” Eddie continued singing. 

“Get off you big lug!” That's when you pushed him off the bed with the help of your right leg and then kicked him the rest of the way to the floor with both feet. He groaned as he fell onto the carpet. 

“Yeah that's what you get!”

You walked out the door, “On second thought” you peeped through the door where Eddie awkwardly got off the floor. “I may as well have a quick wank since im not getting anything from you” you stuck your tongue out and shut the door, making your way to the bathroom. 

“Oh no you dont!” Eddie scrambled to his feet and ripped the door open. Tackling you as you just stepped over the threshold of the bathroom door. You squealed at the action as you were carried awkwardly back to Eddie's room. You struggled and wiggled till you fell out his grasp right onto the floor. “Let me wank!” you shouted while laughing madly. 

Eddie fell to the floor on top of you, holding onto your face as he sank his face into yours, kissing you deeply. “Alright alright I'll stop singing” he caved as you adjusted yourself on the floor to accommodate him between your legs. You let him continue kissing you until you finally made your way back to the bedroom to resume your shenanigans. 

[yupdani]

Secret Love

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: You’ve been too scared to tell your brother about your relationship with his newest hero. When Eddie turns up at your house and he still hasn’t left you try and fail to keep your secret.

Word Count: 3.6K

Content Warnings: 18+ only, Smut, Fingering, PIV

Authors Note: Reader is Dustin's older sister. Use of Y/N a few times. I also haven't written smut for years so forgive me if it's bad lol

You looked at the clock for what must have been the hundredth time that night, Eddie was due here any moment and your brother still hadn’t left. Dustin was blissfully unaware of your secret relationship with his newest best friend, you hated keeping secrets but you and Eddie had both agreed to keep it on the down low for now while things were still fresh. You just wanted to enjoy each other without the gossip and drama that came with people knowing your personal business at Hawkins High. That and you weren’t sure how Dustin would react to the first person he idolised more than Steve Harrington showing up at his house to hang out with his sister instead of him.

He was supposed to have left over an hour ago to meet up with Mike but he hadn’t told you there had been a slight change of plan, by the time you found out and tried to call Eddie his uncle had told you he wasn’t home, meaning he must already be on his way over.

You paced your living room anxiously, your eyes burning a hole through the front door. As soon as you saw a silhouette approaching little window you ran towards it, swinging it open before he could ring the doorbell and alert Dustin to his presence.

“Jeez, are you that eager to see me sweetheart?” He teased, that cheeky grin that usually made your insides melt lit up his whole face.

“Go round back and climb through my window, now!” You whispered urgently, gently pushing back on his chest in hopes that he would just do as you asked without question.

“What-“ You silenced him with a finger to the lips.

“Dustin is still here, please just go I’ll meet you in my room” you continued whilst moving backwards but he quickly grabbed hold of your wrist, lightly pressing a kiss to the finger still hovering over his lips.

“I don’t get a proper hello?” He dropped your wrist to hold his hand over his heart in mock offence.

“Eddie!” You hissed trying to get him to see you were serious but he only widened those big doe eyes of his and stuck his bottom lip out in a playful pout. Squishing his face between both your palms you planted a chaste kiss against his waiting lips.

“Hi,” you breathed feeling the smile spread across his lips still against yours, his breath fanning across your face as he chuckled at your, what he thought was unnecessary, panic. He agreed that it was best to keep what you had a secret but the kid was gonna find out at some point, if it was today then so be it.

“Hi,” he breathed back, knowing he had wound you up enough he took a step back giving your hip a gentle squeeze. “C’mon babe, best get a move on if you don’t wanna be caught.”

He winked at you and you scowled back, watching him jog round the side of your house. Closing the front door as quietly as you could you made your way to your bedroom, keeping an eye out for Dustin on your way. Once you were certain he was in his own room you opened your window for Eddie to ungracefully topple through.

“I thought that little shrimp was supposed to be gone hours ago?” He complained as he pulled himself up from where he had landed on your bedroom floor.

“He was supposed to be yeah but things changed,” you explained grabbing his hand to help him up. “I tried to call and warn you but Wayne said you’d already left.”

“Hmmm, well,” Eddie hummed against your neck, placing open mouthed kisses against your exposed skin. His hands ghosted down your back coming to land at the swell of your hips. “I guess you’re gonna have to be quiet for a change.”

“Me?” You scoffed. “You, Eddie Munson, are the screamer in this relationship.”

His looked at you in feigned disbelief. “Oh baby, please baby, ohhhhhhhh, ugh s’gonna make me cum feels sooo good angel, Y/N Y/N Y/N” You mimicked his words from the day before in his trailer, your lips right against his ear to make sure you weren’t speaking too loud.

You pulled back to see his jaw had dropped open, his pupils blown wide as he tried to not make it painfully obvious the effect your imitation of him was causing. He tightened his grip on your hips and yanked you forward, your chest now flush with his.

“That,” he growled, gently nudging his nose against yours. “Was entirely your fault. What the hell did you think was gonna happen when you called me Dungeon Master during sex?”

“I knew you’d love that.”

“I did,” he smiled. “Where did that come from by the way?”

“When I picked the boys up after your campaign yesterday and I saw you sitting on that throne. You have no idea how sexy you looked,” you laughed as he raised his eyebrows in surprise. That was one of the things you found so endearing about Eddie, despite his confidence he had no idea how beautiful he really was. “If there was no one else in that room I’d have dropped to my knees right there and worshipped you on that throne.”

You heard the hitch in his breath at your confession, his grip on your hips tightening as he massaged circles into the skin there.

“Maybe I can make sure the next time you visit that room there’s no one but the two of us?” He proposed.

“Sounds perfect,” you purred. “For now though I’ve had a pretty long day, care to join me in the bath?” Your bedroom door didn’t have a lock and you didn’t want to risk your brother walking in on you both in a compromising position, at least you could be sure you wouldn’t be disturbed in the bathroom.

Nodding eagerly Eddie started to drag you towards the door. You peeked your head out first to make sure the coast was clear, when you were sure it was safe you ushered him towards the bathroom while you ran to the closet to grab some towels. When you returned to the bathroom your stomach flipped when Eddie was nowhere to be found.

“Hello sweetheart hello,” you heard his gentle voice barely above a whisper coming from down the hall. You found him crouched down over your cat Tews, who was happily meowing at his feet, delighted at the attention she getting from Eddie. “I know I know, I missed you too”

“Eddie!” You seethed through gritted teeth.

“What, she wanted to say hello?”

“You mean you wanted to.”

He was about to make a smartass comment when you were both startled by a loud clash from your brother’s bedroom. Eddie looked at your face and didn’t need to be told again as he stood up straight and bolted to the bathroom. Once you had locked the door behind yourself you felt yourself start to finally relax. Eddie had already started to run the bath, pulling a lighter out of his front pocket he started to light a few candles scattered across your bathroom.

Tying your hair up in a messy bun you stripped out of your clothes. Eddie quickly followed and after testing to check the water was warm enough. He held out his hand to help you into the bath, waiting until you had settled down comfortably before climbing in behind you. He rested his legs on either side of your body and pulled you until your back was flush with his chest. Wrapping both of his arms around you tightly to secure you in place he started to attack the side of your face with fast unrelenting kisses.

You squealed in delight and turned your face towards his capturing his mouth with your own, you sighed heavily as you both melted into one another. Eddie’s caught your lower lip between his teeth, he soothes the sting of his bite with his tongue, asking permission to deepen the kiss. You happily accepted with a soft moan, tongue hungrily meeting his, you could have stayed in that bliss forever.

Once your lips were swollen from the kisses you pulled away, resting your forehead against Eddie’s. He brushed his nose along the side of yours as his palm lifted to rest against your cheek, his thumb lazily tracing your heated skin.

“So what happened today?” He asked you, so softly you almost missed it.

“Hmm?”

“You said you had a long day,” he pressed. “You wanna talk about it?”

“Oh yeah,” you sighed gazing into his beautiful chocolate eyes. “Not because it was bad, I just haven’t stopped thinking about you.”

His face softened at your confession, the butterfly feeling in his stomach that he wasn’t used to feeling before he met you making a violent return. He knew exactly what you meant cause he felt it too, every moment he wasn’t busy with his campaigns or his music he was thinking about you. Even in his sleep he was dreaming about you. He had had plenty of crushes in his life but none of them compared to the intense feelings that grew every time he saw you. He brushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear before his hand dipped the water to rest on your inner thigh, fingernails scraping feather light patterns. The sensation caused goosebumps to erupt over every inch of your skin, heat started to pool in your lower belly as he tickled you, he knew your thighs were one of your most sensitive areas.

“Mmmm” you whimpered as he continued his ministrations, your legs falling open as far as the narrow bath tub would allow.

“You like when I touch you like this baby?” He cooed next to your ear, he loved that he could feel your body shiver as it was pressed up against him.

“Yesss Eds please,” you squirmed under his touch. “I need you, needed you all day.”

He continued to torture you, he hand below the water touching everywhere but the place you ached for him most. The hand he still had wrapped around your chest had started to leisurely palm your breast, occasionally pinching your nipple between his fingers and relishing in sounds you were trying to suppress. You couldn’t wait for him any longer, you could feel him growing harder against your lower back as you writhed against his touch, aching for him inside you now.

“Please-” you paused for emphasis, turning with purpose to look him dead in the eyes, “Master.”

His hand faltered where it was still stroking your thigh, you watched his eyes darken and you bit your lip in anticipation of what you knew was coming. You knew that little title was now your ticket to getting what you wanted. Your hips jolt forward to meet his fingers as they finally find your clit, the slow maddening circles he’s making have you fighting to stay quiet.

Eddie cannot get enough of the noises you make for him, he knows you want to avoid getting caught but he’s dying to listen to you lose yourself to his touch. He runs his fingers further down your slit until he’s sinking two inside of you, his thumb taking their place on your clit to continue the circles a little more urgently now. He can’t help but rock his hips up in time with the thrusts of his fingers, desperately craving some form of relief.

He gasps into your shoulder as you angle your hips in a way that has your ass pushing against his throbbing dick. Eddie was used to being very vocal during sex, it was taking all of his will power to not tell you over and over how good your pussy felt squeezing his fingers, how the anticipation of feeling you around his dick was making him feel dizzy, the heat of the water and the smell of your faded perfume invading his senses making it all the more intense.

You were fully whimpering now as you felt his teeth sink into the skin of your shoulder. You couldn’t take it any longer, as skilled as he was with his fingers you craved more of him.

“Eds, Eddie, inside me please,” your words came out so desperate and whiny he couldn’t help the primal growl that tore from his throat. He tapped your hips signalling for you to lift slightly, ready to guide himself easily to your entrance but instead you twisted to turn around. You had done it this way many times before but something about today felt so much more intimate, you wanted to look at him as he fucked you.

It was an awkward manoeuvre in such a crowded space, you leant a little too hard on one of his thighs and you had to slap a palm over his mouth to stifle his cry of pain when you accidentally kneed him in the stomach. Once you were both settled somewhat comfortably you placed your hands on each side of his face, you loved to admire him like this, eyes foggy with lust and desperation and so in love it made you want to burst.

“You good?” He sighed as he pressed his tip to your opening. You nodded and pushed down against him, biting down on his bottom lip as you revelled in the delicious sting of his cock stretching you.

You took control as you rolled your hips at a steady pace, Eddie held onto your waist as he tried to match his thrusts with yours. Your hands on the sides of his face moved to tangle into his hair, a sharp tug on his messy curls had him throwing his head back, eyes screwed shut and mouth hung open. You cringed as he knocked your shampoo bottles off the edge of the tub, the sound of them clattering to the tiled floor seemed to echo deafeningly.

“Shhh shhh shhh,” you pleaded, covering his mouth once again even though it wasn’t the source of the noise.

“Sorry, sorry” he said, the sound muffled against your hand.

You couldn’t help the little yelp that escaped you when he suddenly sat up a little straighter, his arms encircling your body as you buried your faces into each others necks. You stayed in this position as he set a faster pace, his tip constantly rocking against your sweet spot was driving you fucking wild.

You were completely lost in the sensations of each other when you were startled by the sound of the doorbell, that must be Mike here to finally pick up Dustin. He stilled inside you and you listened to your brother scrambling down the hall go get the front door, inviting Mike inside while he gathered his things together. You could hear the boys voices echoing down the hallway.

“Is Eddie here or something?” Mike asked your brother. Your gaze immediately snapped to Eddie’s, both looking at each other in alarm. How the hell would Mike have known that?

“No why?” Dustin replied.

“Oh, I’m pretty sure that’s his van is parked outside your house. Got the same bumper stickers and everything.”

“You parked right outside?!” You pinched Eddie’s bicep harder than you meant to causing him to yelp in shock.

“He wasn’t supposed to be here!” Eddie huffed back, you rubbed your thumb over the skin you had pinched in apology, your brow furrowed as you tried to listen to the conversation down the hall. There was silence until a loud banging on the bathroom door caused you both to jump, Eddie winced as you clenched around him.

“Y/N!” Dustin yelled. “Did Eddie come by here?”

“No!” You shouted back, cringing as your voice came out with a slight tremble.

“Are you lying to me?”

“Why would I be lying to you Dustin? I’m just trying to enjoy a bath in peace can you please just leave me alone already?!” You hoped it sounded more convincing than you felt it did.

“Okay well that’s weird cause that’s definitely his van parked outside, and I thought I heard someone in there with you.”

There was a long pause as you tried to think of what to say, Eddie’s eyes were closed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. He was desperate for this awkward moment to be over with so it was out in the open and you didn’t have to keep sneaking around. Plus his dick was still inside you and the more you fussed about in his lap the more it was killing him to stay still.

When you still hadn’t responded after almost twenty seconds Dustin continued to push. “Look I’m praying that I didn’t actually hear what I think I heard cause if I did that’s gonna leave scars for life but if somethi-“

“YES! Jesus Christ it’s me Henderson!” Eddie interrupted, your stared at him in horror at his outburst, how could he have ratted you out like that? “Can we talk about this later please we’re kinda in the middle of something here!”

There was silence again from the other side of the door, it wasn’t like your brother to ever be too stunned for words and a fresh wave of anxiety washed over you as you thought about how upset he may be by this. And to add fuel to the fire he had found out in what was probably the most embarrassing way possible. Next thing you knew you heard the footsteps of both boys quickly retreating and the violent slam of the front door. You turned to Eddie and his face changed from one of relief to confusion as he saw how angry you were.

You moved to get out of the tub and Eddie winced at the sudden loss of you around him. Clumsily climbing out you snatched up one of the towels you had brought in with you and wrapped it around yourself before you unlocked the bathroom door and stormed back out to your bedroom. Eddie stared at you for a moment before moving to follow, cursing as he lost his footing and slipped when he stumbled after you. He wrapped his own towel around his waist and hurried after you.

“Y/N! Hey Y/N”

“What the hell was that?!” He flinched when he saw the look on your face, it was the first time he’d ever seen you angry and he hated that he was the cause.

“He was gonna find out eventually, I just thought it was best to get it out there ya know, so maybe I can stop crawling through your bedroom window,” his voice was soft, hoping maybe if he stayed calm he could bring you down to his level.

You stopped your pacing to spin around and face him. “And you thought the best time to do that was with your dick inside me?! That was a thousand times worse than if we’d just told him as soon as this started.”

He had his lips pressed together in a thin line as he tried not to smirk, he found it amusing how big of a deal you were making out of the situation but there was no way he could let it show if he wanted to avoid physical harm, you looked like you were ready to throw something at him.

He held both his hands up in front of him and he took a few tentative steps towards you. “I’m sorry,” he spoke sincerely.

“It wasn’t your place to tell him that, he’s my brother!”

“I know, I know,” he continued softer than before. “I’m sorry sweetheart I really am but it’s done now.”

You didn’t answer him, you just slumped down on the edge of your bed, face buried in your hands as your face still burned at the thought of your brother knowing you were just fucking one of his best friends. Eddie approached you cautiously and knelt down so your faces were level. He gently took both your wrists in his hands and tugged them away until you were looking at him.

“Dustin will be fine,” Eddie assured you. “It was always gonna be a shock at first but when he gets home we’ll talk to him together, he’ll be okay with this, I promise.”

“You think?”

“Oh yeah, and if he’s not I’ll work my magic. I can be very charming you know.”

You laughed at his promise, you did know exactly how charming he could be. And you knew that Dustin adored Eddie, maybe you had made is worse by sneaking around behind his back. You stared into Eddie’s pleading eyes and rested your forehead firmly against his.

“Sorry for over-reacting,” you sighed.

“Sorry for not respecting your wishes,” he apologised in return.

Squeezing your hands he encouraged you further up your bed to lie against your pillows. Attacking your face with merciless kisses he was relieved to hear you laughing again. You felt like a huge weight had been lifted of your shoulders, and while you were still anxious to talk about it later you had a new found confidence that it would work out okay eventually. Pushing his hair behind his ears you pulled Eddie down until his lips met yours.

“Can we finish what we started in the bathroom now?” You whispered into the kiss. His hand travelled up your body until he could hook his finger under the edge of your towel, tugging gently until it fell away from your body.

“Thought you’d never ask.”

[yupdani]

Dirty Dreaming | Part 2

Part 1

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Eddie goes out of his way to avoid you after his dream but you decide to pay him him a visit at the most inoppurtune time

Word Count: 2.9K

Content Warnings: 18+ only, Smut, Male masturbation, Dry humping

Author's note: A part 2 was heavily requested for this one so here you go! I have tagged eveyone that asked to be tagged, I'm so sorry if I missed anyone that asked, there were a few that weren't showing up as I tried to tag you. Thank you all so much for the support, it really does mean the world to see people enjoying anything I write 💕

Eddie had done a good job at avoiding you for most of his morning. You didn’t have any classes together today, he purposely showed up late for first period so he wouldn’t have to hang out with you before school and he spent the rest of the time dodging the corridor where your locker was. He had spent the whole morning willing himself to stop daydreaming about you but flashes of dream kept invading his mind. Handfuls of your perfect ass gripped in his fingers as he pounded into you, your cute little moans, they way you had begged him for more. Each time he squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head clear, having to shift and readjust to hide more awkward boners in one morning than he had the entire month. 

You thought it was weird that you hadn’t seen him all day, he usually went out of his way to find you in between classes. You thought maybe he was sick but Jeff had told you he had shown up to History. When the bell rang for lunch you were on your way to the cafeteria when you saw him rifling through his locker. He didn’t hear you creeping up behind him so when you leaned close to his ear and whispered “Hi” his entire body jolted, the metal lunch box clutched in his hand clattered to the ground drawing some strange glances from the students passing by. 

“Jesus Ed,” you laughed. “You okay?” 

Eddie clumsily knelt to pick up the lunch box, you had to move the door of his locker out of the way before he hit his head on the way back up. 

“Yeah, yep, m’fine,” he stammered, trying to hide his rising anxiety at your sudden proximity. 

You eyed him up and down suspiciously. You could see the blush creeping up his cheeks, he fidgeted nervously, his free hand scratching at the back of his neck. This was so out of character for him, you frowned at him wondering what the hell had happened to make him so scittish. 

“Okaaay,” you turned and walked in the direction of the cafeteria, stopping when you realised he wasn’t following. “Well come on then?” 

“Uh yeah,” he stuttered, trudging over to you. 

He didn’t stay in the cafeteria long. He pretty much ignored you until you tried to sit on his knee. Not unusual for you to do, normally he’d wrap his arms around your waist and yank you back towards his chest. Today he practically leapt out of his chair, very nearly sending you toppling to the floor. He mumbled something about needing to go to the library and vanished without looking back. 

“The library?” You scoffed at the rest of the table, they all looked just as confused as you. Dustin shrugged and pulled a face that said ‘I don’t know what’s wrong with him.’ 

You were starting to get worried, you’d never seen him like this before. You couldn’t think of anything you had done that might have upset him or made him uncomfortable, you usually had a very relaxed relationship, there wasn’t much that was out of bounds when it came to you joking and teasing each other. You’d be lying if you said his coldness towards you didn’t sting a little but you were more bothered about finding out what was wrong with him. As you expected you didn’t bump into him for the rest of the day, he usually always offered you a ride home but today his van was gone by the time you got to the parking lot. You decided to give him a few hours to wind down and swing by his trailer to check on him later, maybe he’d open up to you more in the comfort of his home. 

Eddie was losing his mind. Despite handling the situation this morning he’d been horny all day and seeing you had only made it worse. He felt guilty as soon as he saw your cute little face. He got home and headed straight for his bedroom, barely even sparing Wayne a glance as he sat outside for a smoke. Eddie threw himself down on his bed and groaned into his pillow. He had to pull his shit together, you were still one of his best friends and if he acted as weird tomorrow as he had today it might end up causing some major problems with you. 

He kept himself busy for the rest of the evening, if he was busy he wouldn’t have time to think about you. He worked on his next campaign, he learnt a few rifts on his guitar, he showered and made the mac and cheese Wayne told him he had left in the cupboard for dinner, he even attempted to tidy the trailer a little. When it was dark outside he turned on the stereo in his room and flung himself down onto his bed, exhausted he covered his eyes with his arm and sighed. Your picture was staring at him, again, after all the effort he put in to try and not think about you all day it was no use. His stomach fluttered as he got a whiff of your perfume, your jumper from this morning still discarded on the pillow beside him. 

His mind drifted back to his dream. He wondered if that’s what your body really looked like under your clothes. If that’s what you would really sound like moaning his name. If your pussy would really feel that incredible, of course it would. He palmed his cock where it was straining against his jeans, he was so fucking hard it as driving him crazy. Unbuckling his belt and jeans he slipped his hand below the elastic of his boxers, a pathetic whimper escaping his lips as he wrapped his fist around himself. His thumb swiped across his slit to gather the pre cum which was pooling at the tip. He lost himself in thoughts of you as he steadily stroked his length, his room filled with the sounds of his soft moans and Black Sabbath’s Heaven and Hell blasting through his speakers. 

You knocked on the door of his trailer hard but there was no response. You knew he was in, all the lights were on and the sound of Ozzy’s voice coming from his bedroom told you he just couldn’t hear you over the music. He had always told you to just let yourself in before, you knew where the spare key was. You tried one more time before you rummaged under the plant pots round the side of the trailer. You felt a little weird just walking in but you were worried about your friend, you convinced yourself it was justified and unlocked the front door to his living room. 

“Eddie?” You yelled letting him know you were here. “Hey Eddiiiiiiiiiie?” 

Eddie’s heart stopped at the sound of your voice, he let go of his dick as if it had suddenly burned him and scrambled to refasten his jeans. He panicked as he listened to your footsteps getting closer to his room, you knocked twice before you cracked his door open slightly. 

“Ed?” You called again, waiting for his permission to open it fully. You stumbled slightly when the door was quickly wrenched all the way open, you were met with a red faced and very angry looking Eddie. 

“What the fuck Y/N?!” He yelled.

“Wh- What?” You stuttered. 

“You think you can just barge in here whenever you want?!” His face was the shade of a tomato, his eyes were blown wide and he was breathing rather erratically. 

“I’m sorry,” you shrunk back, not used to him reacting to you this way. “You always say just let yourself in so I thought-“

“Yeah when I knew you were coming!” He cut you off. “Jesus Christ I could have been doing anything!”

You tried to stop the wobble of your bottom lip as he scolded you but your eyes welled up with tears at his harshness. 

“Did I do something?” Your voice cracked and his face immediately softened. 

“Nope. No. No. No. No,” he reached out to wipe away your tears but you shied away from his touch. “Shit please don’t cry because of me.” 

“Did I hurt you?” You continued. “Cause you‘ve been weird with me all day. I just wanted to see that you were okay.” 

His heart shattered. He hadn’t meant to shout at you, but the knowledge that you were seconds away from catching him jacking off to thoughts of you sent him into a blind panic. He hated seeing you upset, he never wanted to be the cause of your tears. Not only that but you thought that you had hurt him. 

“No. No Y/N I promise it’s not you, I’m sorry,” he relaxed a little when you let him cup your face in his large palms, his thumbs gently swiping at the droplets that rolled down your cheeks. 

“I’m not stupid Eddie,” you sniffled. “I know you’ve been going out of your way to avoid me.”

“Yeah, he admitted. “Fuck okay, yeah I was but it wasn’t anything you did it was just-“ 

He racked his brain for an excuse, any excuse that didn’t make him sound like a pervert but he was coming up blank. 

“Just what?” You pushed after an uncomfortable silence. 

“Erm,” Eddie breathed a shaky sigh, he didn’t want to tell you the truth. 

“What?” You asked again with a little more force. 

“A dream!” He blurted out, dropping his hands from your face and digging his knuckles into his eye sockets. “Jesus fucking Christ, I had a dream about you okay?” 

There was a long pause as you processed what he just told you, Eddie kept his eyes covered dreading your reaction. 

“Is that it?!” You asked, smacking him on the shoulder. 

“What?” Eddie exhaled the breath he’d been holding, looking at you in confusion. 

“I dream about you all the time!” You confessed casually, you didn’t think it was a secret that your feelings towards him were more than friendly. “I don’t make it weird though.” 

Eddie was too stunned to respond, did you really just say that you dreamt about him too? Was he dreaming again right now? 

“You’ve had dirty dreams about me?” He asked shocked, he couldn’t help the grin that was starting to form on his face. 

“Yeah,” you shrugged as if it was obvious. “I mean we spend so much time together it’s bound to happen right? It’s no big deal.” 

“You’re not grossed out?” He still needed your reassurance. 

“Nooo,” you laughed, rubbing the last of your tears away from your face, just relieved that he wasn’t really mad at you. “Can I have a hug now? I really missed you today.” 

Eddie didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you, his face buried in your hair as he placed a soft kiss to your temple. He did however make sure he kept his hips angled away from you, very aware that he was still fully erect. He had quickly tucked his dick into his waistband earlier so it wouldn’t appear obvious but you would definitely still feel it. You nuzzled his neck and breathed in his familiar, comforting scent, a warmth spreading through your chest as he held you. 

“Can I hang here with you for a while?” You asked. 

“Sure,” he mumbled into your crown, placing another kiss there before following you to his bedroom.

You made yourself comfy on his bed, snuggling into the crook of his arm when he lay down beside you. He blushed when you noticed your jumper beside you, commenting on how you had been searching for it, he was disappointed that you’d be taking it back. You chatted idly about nothing, lying there with your head on his chest listening to his steady heartbeat. Even when the music stopped playing and the conversation lulled you were content to lay there in silence, your index finger tracing invisible patterns across his stomach. His breathing evened out and you thought he might have fallen asleep.  You let your mind wander over the events of the day, why was Eddie so freaked out over his dream about you? 

You weren’t lying when you said you dreamt about him too, you had many times. He’d had you thrown against the doors of his van as he desperately rutted into you, he’d had his head between your legs as he knelt before you while you sat on his throne, there even one time when you jumped him on stage during one of Corroded Coffin’s gigs, riding him right there in front of the audience. You never avoided him the next day though, kept your feelings bottled up and shoved deep down. You openly flirted with him, and he openly flirted in return, but he’d never made a move so you just assumed he wasn’t interested in anything further. 

You thought about his reaction when you arrived earlier, he was flushed, a little sweaty, his brown eyes almost completely black. ‘I could have been doing anything.’ he had said with urgency. Oh shit. It suddenly all made sense, he had been touching himself and you interrupted him. And thinking of you? You assumed so based on his awkwardness, and your jumper was on his pillow, it definitely wasn’t there when you left it. The realisation made you tingly. Feeling brave you hooked your leg over his hips and pushed yourself up until you were straddling him. His eyes flew open, flicking up and down between your face and where you now rested above his crotch. 

“Whatcha doin’?” He choked. 

“Just wondering,” you started innocently, applying a hint of pressure as you rocked your hips back and forth ever so slightly. 

“About what?” His voice was strained, his hands instinctively reaching for your hips, encouraging the tiny movements. 

“Your dream,” you felt a sense of accomplishment when you felt him growing hard beneath you. “Tell me what happened.” 

“Uh- well we, we were here,” he faltered as his mind went foggy at the friction of your tiny circles. 

“Uh huh,” you encouraged. “What were we doing?” 

“Fucking,” his breath caught in his throat as you leaned forward, forehead bumping his. “Erm we were fucking, here, on the bed.”

“How were you fucking me?” 

“What is happening right now?” He whimpered as your hips sped up their movements. 

“Do you want me to stop?” You asked. 

“No,” he lifted his hips to meet your thrusts making you gasp. “No, please don’t stop.”

“Good,” you chuckled, your lips hovering so close to his. “Go on then, how were you fucking me?” 

“From behind, you were begging for more,” his eyes fluttered closed as the heat started pooling in his lower belly. “Fuck, I was holding your hand.” 

You melted at that little detail, even in his sex dreams he was still sweet. You grabbed his hands where they still gripped your hips and intertwined your fingers before pinning them above his head. Your thrusts were relentless by this point, both of you panting into each other's mouths, dizzy at the feeling of his hard cock rubbing against your clothed slit, nudging your clit perfectly with each thrust. 

“Oh my god,” Eddie whined. “Ugh, hmmmm”

“Making such pretty noises for me Eddie,” you cooed against his lips. “Am I making you feel good?” 

“Yeah s’good,” he sighed. “So good.” 

You were close, watching Eddie unravel beneath you was going to send you over the edge. His face was a picture, big beautiful eyes clouded with lust, full pink lips parted as he moaned for you. His fluffy mop of hair spread out across his pillow, a few stray curls stuck to his damp forehead. After a couple more harsh drags of your hips your body tensed. 

“Ohhhh,” you sighed, your body started to tremble. 

“Are you cumming?” Eddie breathed in awe. “Is that you cumming?” 

You nodded shakily, continuing the motion of your hips to drag out your high. Eddie had never been so turned on in his life, if he had a hard time keeping it together after dreaming about you there was absolutely no way he was ever going to get you out of his head after seeing this. He leaned up and crashed his lips to yours in a searing kiss, you whimpered weakly into his mouth. 

“I’m fucking obsessed with you,” he gasped, untangling your fingers he reached to cup your face. He gently held you close to him, brushing the bridge of his nose against yours. 

“Me too,” you cried. “Crazy about you Eddie.” 

He kissed you one more time before you felt him go rigid beneath you, a strangled cry passed his lips as hot spurts of cum streaked his boxers. You lay together until the wet patch of both your releases started to feel uncomfortable, a mess of lazy kisses and featherlight strokes. You broke apart and looked down at him adoringly. 

“When you’re ready for round two maybe we can reenact your dream?” You suggested. 

Eddie whined and threw his head back.

“You tryna kill me?” He laughed.  “Maybe,” you teased. “Not until we’ve made a few of mine a reality too though.”

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