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“Uh-uh.” He dipped his head, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “You’re gonna take it, doll. Every drop. You hear me?”

A whimper slipped out before you could stop it. He was already buried deep, hadn’t pulled out since the last time he came, just kept rocking slow and filthy, stirring his own release inside you until you were shaking.

“Look at you,” he murmured, almost sweet except for the edge in it. “So full already… and still clenching around me like you’re begging for more.” He rolled his hips once, dragging a broken sound out of your throat. “That’s it. That’s my good girl.”

“Bucky-” Your voice cracked. Legs trembling where they were hooked over his hips, thighs slick and sore. “I can’t-”

“You can.” He cut you off, soft but firm. The hand not pinning your wrists slid down to grip your jaw, thumb pressing just under your lip so you had to look at him. “You’re gonna. For me.”

He pulled out slow, agonizingly slow, until just the head was still inside, letting you feel the thick slide of his cum trying to leak out. Your body clenched on nothing and he groaned, low and pleased.

“See that?” He tilted his head, watching the way your cunt fluttered, trying to keep him. “Look how much you’re wasting. You don’t wanna make me sad, do you baby?”

Your cheeks burned. “That’s not-”

“Shhh.” He pushed back in, one long, unrelenting stroke that had your back bowing off the mattress. “C’mon. Don’t be selfish. You know how good it feels when I’m deep, when I’m painting you again. You love it. You love being my little breeding slut.”

The words hit like a slap and a caress at once. You moaned, helpless, hips jerking up to meet him even as your brain screamed you were already so full it hurt in the best way.

“One more,” he coaxed, voice dropping to that velvet guilt-trip tone he knew wrecked you. “Just one more load, sweetheart. Don’t you wanna make your Bucky feel good? Don’t you wanna be the reason I come so hard I can’t see straight?”

He rocked deeper, grinding against your cervix until your eyes rolled. “C’mon, baby… do it for me. Let me fill you up again. Let me keep you plugged so nice and warm.”

You were crying now, quiet, overwhelmed tears slipping into your hair and he kissed them away like they were precious.

“That’s it,” he whispered against your cheek. “Cry for it. Cry while I breed you. Fuck, you’re so pretty when you’re this desperate.”

He picked up the pace then, no more teasing, just hard, purposeful thrusts that punched the air out of your lungs. The wet, obscene sound of him fucking his own cum back into you filled the room, louder than your gasps, louder than the creak of the bedframe.

“Gonna- gonna come again,” he growled, forehead pressed to yours, eyes locked on yours like he wanted to watch every second of your surrender. “Gonna give it all to you. Gonna make sure it takes. You want that, don’t you? Want my baby so bad you’re shaking for it?”

You couldn’t answer with words, just a broken, pleading sob but your body answered for you, spasming hard around him, milking him like it was trying to pull him deeper.

He came with a guttural sound, hips stuttering, flooding you again until you could feel the hot rush of it, the way it forced more of his earlier load to spill out around his cock despite how tightly you were gripping him.

He didn’t pull out.

Instead he sank down on top of you, heavy and warm, pinning you to the mattress with his full weight. His cock stayed buried, softening only slightly, keeping everything right where he wanted it.

“Stay still,” he murmured, lips brushing your temple. “Gonna keep you plugged just like this. Let it settle. Let it stay.” His flesh hand slid down to cup your lower belly, possessive. “Feel that? That’s me. All of me. Right where I belong.”

You shivered, oversensitive and wrecked, and he just held you tighter.

“Shhh. You did so good for me.” A soft, taunting kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Think you can handle one more later? When you’ve had a little rest?”

You whined, exhausted, boneless.

He chuckled, dark and fond. “That’s my girl. Always so greedy for it.”

And he stayed right there, until your breathing evened out and the only thing left was the slow, steady throb of him still inside you, promising he wasn’t done yet. Not even close.

— yours truly, ѕℓυtdιεr.

The TV hummed softly in the background, filling the otherwise quiet trailer. The two of you were sprawled across the couch – well., you were. Eddie was sitting like a normal person, while you had somehow managed to claim every single cushion and half of his lap in the process.

“Uh…” he said, sounding far less casual than he had intended. “Yeah, sure. Whatever you want, baby.”

The faint furrow between Eddie’s eyebrows only deepened when you quietly climbed off the couch and knelt in front of him, your knees pressing into the cold linoleum floor. He didn’t dare comment on it, though.

Warm amber light spilled from the kitchen into the living room, catching in your already glimmering eyes when you lifted them to his. Your hands came to rest gently on his knees.

The crease between his eyebrows softened, giving way to a look that was still confused but far gentler than before. He felt your fingers twitch against him before they slowly trail higher along his thighs until they found the zipper of his jeans.

Eddie’s heart rate spikes as your hands continued twitching in anticipation, pulling down his zipper and tugging his pants down. He blinks down at you, his thoughts slowly turning into mush the more you tug down his pants. He then inhales sharply when your deftly hands reach for the elastic band of his boxers, curling your fingers into the fabric and pulling it down. The warm trailer air felt cool against his exposed skin, sending a shiver down his spine.

He can’t tear his eyes away from you as your face comes level with his soft cock, completely transfixed by the sight of you burying your nose in his trimmed balls. The faint scent of sweat mingles with the musky aroma of his skin, creating a heady fragrance that fills your nostrils. You breathe it in deeply, your mind turning into mush by the primal and raw essence that was so uniquely Eddie.

The crease between Eddie’s eyebrows returns, and a sharp breath escapes him when you nuzzle closer, the warmth of your breath sending a shiver racing across his silky skin, tracing delicate patterns that make his balls tighten slowly. The sensation leaves his fingers curling tightly against the couch cushion beside him.

Then, with a confidence that steals the air of his lungs, you rest your cheek against the underside of his cock and draw in a slow breath. The familiar scent of him settles around you – clean skin, traces of soap, and something unmistakably Eddie beneath it all.

Eddie wasn’t the first boyfriend you’d ever had, nor the first guy you’d been involved with, but he was the first one who genuinely seemed to care about his hygiene. Daily showers, the occasional spritz of cologne, and a level of self-maintenance that never went unnoticed. How could you not be obsessed with him?

His cock twitches against your face, betraying his nervous anticipation. For now, though, you ignore it, content to linger exactly where you are, committing every detail of the moment to memory.

“You always smell so good, Eds,” you hum against his skin, sounding soft and content. Your eyebrows knit together ever so slightly as you nuzzle closer, eyelashes fluttering when you draw in another slow breath.

Eddie’s breath hitches as your lips trail feather-light kisses along his hardening length. Each touch sends tiny sparks of pleasure racing through his veins, stoking the fire burning low in his belly. When you reach his balls, lavishing them with tender pecks, he can’t hold back a low groan.

Your fingers dance across the silky skin of his sack, exploring and caressing. The dual sensation of your lips and hands working in tandem is maddening, driving him to the brink of desperation. His cock throbs urgently, now fully hard, aching for more direct attention. But he doesn’t dare voice the plea lodged in his throat – not yet. He needs to see how far you’ll take this teasing exploration.

Your eyes are glossy with anticipation as they trail up to his face, watching every flicker of emotion that crosses his features. Your lips continue to brush soft kisses against the sensitive skin of his cock, lingering just enough to make his breath hitch again. Slowly, you part your lips, wetting them with a swipe of your tongue before lowering your mouth back to his balls. Spit glistens against his skin as you pull away, your gaze never quite leaving his as you bring your lips back to him, this time giving him a delicate yet determined suck.

He’s so captivated by the sight of you – so enraptured by his scent and his taste, your pupils are blown wide and cheeks warm with arousal against his sack. Eddie’s hips twitch upwards, seeking more of that delicious friction you teased him with. His cock juts out proudly, flushed an angry red and leaking with pre-cum. He’s aching, desperate for you to just do something, but holds himself back, wanting to prolong this moment you for as long as you needed.

Eddie lets his head fall back against the couch for a brief moment before straightening up again, unable to keep his eyes off you for long. His curls shift with the sudden movement, and his chest rises and falls with a slightly uneven rhythm. Slowly, he brings a ringed hand to your cheek, his thumb brushing gently across your skin.

“Jesus, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his brows pulling together as he looks down at you. “You’re killing me here.”

“’M sorry, Eds,” you mumble with a small, shy smile tugging at your lips before pressing another kiss to his cock.

He lets out a shaky breath when he notices the way your eyes turn glossy, almost as though you were getting drunk on his scent alone. The sight sends a warmth curling low in his chest that spreads all the way down to his feet.

Your fingers twitch against him before drifting across the base of his cock, slow and absent-minded. Then you lean in again, pressing another sloppy kiss to him, your attention fixed entirely on him.

Eddie lets out a shaky breath when he notices the glazed, almost dreamy look in your eyes, like you’re getting drunk on nothing more than him. You rest your head against his thigh and slowly open your lips to take him into your mouth, the wet heat engulfing his sensitive tip. A deep, guttural moan rumbles from his chest at the sensation, his lips twitching and accidentally pushing more of his length past your lips.

“Sorry, baby,” he breathes out, dragging his free hand through his messy curls.

You hum as your tongue swirls around him, lapping at the milky pearl of pre-cum beading at his slit. Each lazy suck and pull sends jolts of pleasure shooting down his spine as he tangles his fingers in your hair, gripping lightly but not urging you to quicken your pace.

You shift awkwardly between his legs, almost wincing at the uncomfortable pool of arousal that started to seep into your panties. Reaching for him, you trail your free hand across the couch until your fingers find his, quietly threading them together as you take him deeper into your mouth with a deep sigh leaving your nostrils.

“You’re taking me so well, baby. So good f’me, hm?”

The grip on your hair tightens just slightly with your lips stretched taut around his girth, fighting the urge to thrust into the velvety confinement of your mouth. With a broken moan, he arches into you, chasing the pleasure without shoving more of his cock into your throat. The coil of tension in his lower belly winds tighter with each pass of your mouth, threatening to snap at any moment.

Eddie watches, transfixed, as you let go of his hand to trail it down your body until it disappears beneath your — his, actually — oversized shirt. The sight of you touching yourself, lost in the pleasure of his cock, is almost too much for him to bear. You slowly circle your clit a few times before you trail lower until your fingertips find your sloppy slit. The obscene squelch of your fingers dipping into your messy cunt fills the living room, mingling with the lewd pops and slurps and sighs of your mouth on his cock.

“Are you–” he groans and closes his eyes for a split second. “Jesus, baby. Are you fucking yourself?”

God, you looked so pretty like this – cheeks warm, your eyes glossy as they stares up at him, your hair slightly dishevelled from the absentminded grip he still had on your hair, drool and affirmative whimpers trickling down on his sack while you desperately fingered yourself. You’re so high on his smell and heavy cock, you grind down on your hand until your velvety walls flutter around your fingers.

Eddie lets go of your hair, petting the crown of your head as his thighs twitch under your face while he lets you work his cock in lazy yet greedy sucks and licks.

“Fuck, baby. I’m– I’m about to cum,” he manages to groan out. “Where do you want me, sweetheart?”

You maintain your pace for a few sucks more before you gently pull your head back, breathless from having him down your throat while your fingers continue pumping desperately in and out of your sloppy cunt. Your glossy eyes are still glued to his when your hand wraps softly around his cock. Your fingers look so small around him while you lazily jerk him off.

Eddie doesn’t last long at the vision of you between his twitching legs, one hand tightly wrapped around him while the other still thrusted desperately into yourself, expectant eyes looking back at him and drool pooling under your cheek and onto his thigh.

“Fuckfuckfuck,” he moans out desperately, refusing to close his eyes as he watches each milky white spurt he gave you painting your face until your nose and chin is dripping with his cum.

You straighten yourself up just a little bit and open your mouth, sticking your tongue out to catch the last few ropes of cum and swallowing it down. You place soft kisses against his overstimulated and already softening cock as you let go of him.

But what really gets him is how you remove your sodden fingers out of your pussy and lick them clean, before wiping off his seed from your nose and chin, and bring your cum tainted fingers back into your cunt.

“Jesus, sweetheart,” he groans out almost painfully, his sensitive cock twitching at the sight of you fucking yourself and pushing his cum deep into your pussy. “Look at you; so beautiful and desperate. Are you gonna cum f’me, hm?”

“Fuck, Eddie. I’m–” you cut yourself off as high-pitched whine escapes from your lips.

You don’t dare to look away from him, eyes wide and shiny with desperation, as low curses fall out of your swollen lips when the heat in your lower stomach begins to become too much. Your slick walls clench hard around your fingers, almost hard enough to halt your movements when you finally push yourself over the edge.

With one last high-pitched whimper, you fall back onto his lap, nose brushing against his cock while you try to take deep breaths. His hand finds your hair again, softly brushing strands away from your eyes.

“Pretty baby likes sniffing my cock, hm?” Eddie purrs, his chest still heaving heavily. You blink shyly and hide your face against his cock. “C’mon baby, don’t be shy now.”

His ringed fingers trail down your face until they come to rest beneath your chin. Gently, he tilts your head back, the tip of your nose brushing against his cock as he guides your gaze upwards until your eyes meet his once more.

“You know you could’ve asked me for this sooner, right?” he whispers as his fingers brush down your face.

“I-I didn’t know if you’d be up for it,” you whisper back.

Eddie’s dark brown eyes glimmer with affection as he looks down at you. A soft smile tugs at the corner of his lips, warm and impossibly fond.

“I want everything that you want,” he murmurs, his gaze lingering on your face. “I love you.”

The confession makes heat bloom across your cheeks. Unable to hold his gaze for long, you hide your face against his thigh again.

“I love you too, Eds,” you mumble, your words muffled against him.

without warning, he slammed back into you, setting a brutal pace. his hand stayed locked on your shoulder, keeping you right where he wanted you as he railed you from behind.

the fullness was overwhelming. every drag of his thick cock against your walls, every precise stroke against that sweet spot, every filthy word that fell from his mouth pushed you closer to the edge.

“taking my dick so well, baby… you want more? wanna feel me for days?” he grinned, voice dark with satisfaction. “aww, look at you. all drooly. am i fucking you dumb, baby? my dumb little slut?”

you were a complete mess beneath him. spit had pooled at the corner of your mouth and was now dripping in slow, shiny strands onto the sheets. your eyes had gone glassy and unfocused, lashes fluttering as they tried and failed to stay open. every brutal snap of his hips punched another broken, breathy sound out of you, your mind so blissed-out that coherent thoughts had long since dissolved. you could barely remember your own name — all that existed was the thick drag of eddie’s cock stretching you open, the relentless press against that perfect spot inside you, and the overwhelming heat coiling tighter and tighter in your belly. your thighs trembled violently, and your fingers twisted uselessly in the sheets as another thick bead of drool slipped from your parted lips.

your elbows eventually gave out, chest collapsing fully onto the mattress, cheek pressed into the damp spot your own spit had created. eddie grabbed your hips and lifted them higher, the new angle letting him sink even deeper. “fuck yes,” he growled, punctuating each word with a punishing thrust. “so good, babe. pussy's so. fucking. good.”

he reached around and found your clit, rubbing fast, tight circles over the swollen bud. your moans grew louder, mixing with the wet, obscene sounds of him fucking into your soaked cunt and the heavy slap of his balls against your ass.

as much as he loved hearing you scream for him, he knew you couldn’t afford to be loud tonight.

“shhh,” eddie leaned over you, his chest pressing against your back. his thumb brushed tenderly across the corner of your mouth, wiping away the drool there. the gentle touch was a sharp contrast to the ruthless way he was still fucking you. “you don’t wanna wake up your roommate, do you?”

you shook your head quickly, glancing back at him over your shoulder. his bangs were stuck to his sweaty forehead, tattoos gleaming under the low light of your lamp. he looked beautiful — unfairly beautiful — and the sight made you clench hard around him.

“then keep it quiet for me,” he murmured, almost sweetly. “can you do that, baby?”

he didn’t wait for an answer. he simply picked up that same merciless rhythm again, smirking as he watched you struggle.

you tried. you really did. but the pressure was building too fast, every nerve in your body lit up and oversensitive. a moan clawed its way up your throat. you slapped a hand over your mouth and bit down hard on the back of it, muffling the sound.

it worked for a minute.

then eddie’s fingers returned to your clit, faster and more insistent.

“e-eddie…” you mewled, the sound still slipping through your fingers.

“aww, what’s the matter, baby?” he mocked, voice dripping with fake sympathy. “hm? tell daddy.”

he gave a particularly sharp, deep thrust that punched the air out of you. your hand slipped from your mouth as a loud, broken moan tore free and echoed through the room.

eddie tsked.

“since you can’t seem to keep that pretty mouth shut…” he reached over, grabbed his discarded jeans, and pulled the black bandana from the back pocket. “i’ll just have to do it for you.”

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Baby Daddy!Eddie who was made to be a girl-dad. He was scared shitless when you both found out that you were pregnant but he quickly got the hang of things as soon as she was born.

Baby Daddy!Eddie who definitely cried when he held her for the first time. Swaddled in pink as he stared down at her tiny little face.

“She’s so beautiful, baby. We fucking made her. Isn’t that crazy?”

Baby Daddy!Eddie who makes everyone wash their hands before holding the baby.

“Can I hold her?” Robin coos as she looks over at the new baby lovingly as you her cradled in your arms.

“Sure.” You smile, ready to let your friends bond with your new daughter.

“As a privilege of being the fun uncle, I get dibs on holding her first!” Dustin exclaims, raising his hand in the air.

“No one is gonna hold her until you wash your hands.” Eddie interjects protectively “Warm water and extra soap! Scrub for at least twenty seconds. You’re not getting my kid sick with your disgusting germy hands. Especially you, Henderson.”

Baby Daddy!Eddie who tries to stay calm as everyone holds her but is literally a nervous wreck.

“Henderson, support her head!”

“What? I am!”

“…Well, I don’t like the way you’re doing it. Give her back.”

Baby Daddy!Eddie who watches you like a creep as you nurse.

“Eds,” you call out, looking down at your daughter as you try to get her to latch onto your nipple “You’re staring.”

“Well, what do you expect me to do when you’ve got your tits out like that?” He replies incredulously “Hey kid, daddy calls next when you’re done.”

“Eddie!”

“What? There’s enough of you for both the of us.”

Baby Daddy!Eddie who loves being referred to as ‘daddy.’ Both in regard to his new role as a father and…..sexually.

“Look, baby! It’s daddy! Can you say hi to daddy?” You coo, using your newly discovered “mommy” voice.

“Good morning, Princess.” He smiles, leaning in to kiss your daughter on the forehead.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. Daddy didn’t forget about you.” He flirts, giving you a wink before he walks off to the kitchen to start breakfast- playfully smacking your ass as he passes by.

It was shit like this that had gotten you pregnant in the first place.

Baby Daddy!Eddie who’s protective of his daughter. Taking several precautions to prevent her from getting hurt, sick, or anything else of the sort.

“Eddie, I just think we need to go over our options here. We’re going to have to enroll her in daycare when I go back to work. I-“

“Nuh-uh. Nope. Absolutely not.”

“I know you don’t like the idea but it’s the only option. Wayne sleeps during the day, you also work…I think it’ll be fine.”

“Fine? You think dropping her off every day at some filthy indoor jungle gym just for her to get chomped on by some little shithead and potentially catch the bubonic plague will be fine?”

“Okay, that’s a little dramatic.”

“For good reason. No daycare. You and the baby are staying home where I know you’ll both be safe.”

“But, Eddie, I can’t not work. I need-“

“What you need to do, baby, is let your man take care of you. It’ll be a little tight financially but we’ll make it work. My job is to provide for you and the princess. Your job, my queen, is to take care of my kid….and potentially give me more. Which, by the way, you’ve been slacking on.” He jokes.

“Eddie, we just had a baby six months ago.” You snort

“And we’re already three months behind on cooking up a second one. We’ve got some major catching up to do.”

Baby Daddy!Eddie who’s tells you that he’s joking about having another baby so soon but he’s not.

Baby Daddy!Eddie who loses his fucking mind when your daughter says her first words.

“Holy shit! Babe, come here! Babe!!”

“What? What’s wrong?” You ask, breathless as you run to see what was going on.

“She’s talking!” Eddie exclaims “Listen. Hey princess, who am I? Can you say ‘dada?”

Your daughter just gurgles, smiling up at her dad as he tries to coach her into saying it.

“C’mon you little gremlin, I know you can do it. Da…da. Dada.”

But more gurgling ensues.

“Look, I swear she just said it! She’s playing mind-games, babe. It’s weaponized incompetence. Or gaslighting. Whatever those fucking therapy terms are!”

“Eddie, she’s six months old.”

“And she’s already got her manipulation tactics mastered! It only gets more advanced from here. If she gets any smarter, we’re fucked!”

“Fu…fu”

Eddie looks down at his daughter with wide eyes “Uh-oh.”

“Way to go, Eddie. Our daughter’s first word is going to be a cuss word. Nice.”

“Shit. Sorry!”

Baby Daddy!Eddie who doesn’t let being a dad stop him from doing things or hanging out with his friends. If he’s got something planned, he’ll bring her along.

“And you approach a heavily-vined door. It casts a faint green glow and cannot be opened without a key, which, you do not have. You can either try to open it with a spell that you can only cast once or you can try to smash it open with a warhammer. What do you choose, Dustin the Bard?”

“Um….fuck…”

“Language, Henderson. I’m already on thin ice with the Divine Ruler at home. If the Princess of Destruction here learns one more swear word, it’s my ass, okay?”

Eddie looks over at his daughter who was sitting contentedly in her high chair with a snack and Dustin’s dwarf bard miniature that she refused to let go of.

“Alright…um…I choose to cast a spell.”

Your daughter then blows a raspberry before giggling.

“I know, right?” Eddie replies, shaking his head “Of course Uncle Dusty would waste a perfectly good spell on a door. Fucking stupid idea.”

Your daughter giggles, waving a Cheeto Puff in her tiny hand.

“Dada!” She babbles, stretching her Cheeto hand out to Eddie who goes gooey at the sight, leaning over to let his munchkin pop the snack into his open mouth.

“Mmm delicious. Even though that one was a little soggy. I appreciate you sharing though, sweetheart.” He says, stroking his daughter’s chubby cheek with the pad of his thumb “Alright, let’s wrap this up. It’s almost Mini Ruler’s bedtime and we still have to do a bath tonight.”

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I hope you guys enjoyed this little snippet of what I think Eddie would be like as a dad. I had fun writing this and will do more if you guys want me to 💕

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“Hello?”

Your voice was tired as you picked up the phone, rubbing your sleep-heavy eyes at you glanced at your alarm clock.

1:47am.

“Give me the phone, dude. You’re gonna regret this in the morning.”

You heard the sound of mumbles and rustling on the other end of the line as you tried to make out what it was that you were listening to- who the hell was calling.

“Nonono. Shhh…shut up. I just wanna. Hey! No! Gimme….gimme that baaaack. I wanna talk’ta her. C’mon. Gimme.”

You heard the familiar sound of Eddie Munson’s voice on the other end of the phone. A voice you hadn’t heard in over a month- not since the breakup.

“Hey, are you there?”

“Gareth?” You ask, trying to make sense of all of this. It was far too late for you to be dealing with it.

“Hey, yeah, sorry. That was Eddie.” He sighs heavily “We told him not to call you. But you know Eddie. He kinda just does whatever he wants.”

“Is everything okay?” You ask, sitting up in bed.

“Yeah, he’s fine. He’s just drunk. And stupid.”

And then you hear it again.

“Hey! Don’t tell her I’m stupid! M’not stupid!”

“Here we fucking go.” Gareth grumbles “Yes, Eddie, you are stupid. You literally just drunk dialed your ex-girlfriend at two in the morning.”

“Not my ex-girlfriend anymore after I-“ His words get cut off as he hiccups loudly “Will you lemme talk’ta her? Please? Pretty please? C’monnnn!”

You could hear the drunken giggles in Eddie’s voice. It was always a dead giveaway that he was tipsy. He got goofy. Well, goofier.

“Eddie, no.” Gareth says sternly “You are not talking to her right now.”

“But I neeeeed to.” He whines “Just wanna talk’ta her for a second. Just, like, a teeny tiny second.”

“No.”

“Gaaaaareth!”

You bit the inside of your cheek as you struggled not to laugh. Fucking Eddie. It was far too late for this shit.

“Baby? Hey, baby!” He bellows in the background as Gareth groans.

“Eddie, she doesn’t wanna talk to you, man. Go drink some fucking water and sleep it off like I told you to.”

“Are you sure he’s okay?” You ask, growing worried at how exasperated Gareth sounded. Eddie must have been giving him a hard time all night.

“Yeah. Like I said, he’s just stupid.”

“How’d he end up calling me, anyway?” You ask “I-“

But your words were interrupted by Eddie yelling in the background.

“Baby! Hey! Baby, baby, baby! Listen! Gare, is she listening? Babe, are you listening?”

“No, Eddie. She is not listening.”

“Oh, fuck off!" Eddie replies “I know she can hear me. Baaaaabe! Tell Gareth you wanna talk’ta me. I’ve got somethin’ to tell you. Somethin’ important.”

“Jesus Christ,” you sigh “He’s really off it, isn’t he?”

“You have no fucking idea.”

“Baaaabe! Baby, baby, babes. Sweetheart. Honey. Hey!”

“Eddie, will you please shut the fuck up?” Gareth finally snaps.

“Gare?” You sigh “Just put him on the phone.”

“You sure?” Gareth asks “I don’t think-“

“It’s fine, Gare. I’ll just let him say what he needs to say.”

“Alright…” Gareth replies, his voice unsure. The next thing you knew, the phone was being hijacked by Eddie whose voice bellowed over the line.

“Baby?”

“Yes, Eddie?”

“Fuck, finally!” He exclaims “Never thought he’d get off the phone. He hogs the fucking line like he pays the bill or something.”

“Eddie, you’re calling from his house.” You point out.

“….Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Semantics and all that. How’ya doin’, baby?” He flirts “S’been awhile.”

“What do you want, Eddie?” You ask, cutting right to the chase. You didn’t have time for games.

“Ea-sy.” He sasses “Goddamn. A guy can’t call his girl to ask what’s goin’ on? Geez…”

“Eddie, I’m not your girl.” You remind him.

“Yeah, whatever, babe. Semantics.” He states “What good are they in the grand scheme of things, anyway?”

“Well, in this case, I think they’re pretty important.”

“I don’t concur but you are free to your own opinion, m’lady. My…beautiful…lady.” He laughs, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Eddie, you have five seconds to get to the point or I’m hanging up.”

“No! Don’t! Don’t hang up, please. Just talk’ta me. Miss your voice, angel. Miss you. So much.” He sighs longingly “That pretty, pretty voice of yours.”

“Eddie, this isn’t funny. I’m hanging up now.”

“Nooo! Do. Not. Hang. Up. I need- Baby, just listen….M’sorry. I know you’re mad. I was stupid. Soooo stupid but I miss you. Miss you so much. Can’t stop thinkin’ about you.” He rambles “You’re in my head.”

“Well, Munson, I hate to you break it to you but you need to get me out of your head.” You warn “You doing this right now isn’t good for the both of us.”

“Says who?” He challenges.

“Me.” You argue “Now, hang up the phone. Go take some Advil, drink some water, and go to bed before you make a fool for yourself. You’ll regret this in the morning.”

“No, baby. ‘M not gonna regret this. I regret letting you go. I was so stupid. So fucking stupid. Stupid, Eddie. I was a stupid, bad boyfriend.” He agonizes “Don’t wanna be stupid anymore. Wanna be with you, baby. I miss you.”

“Eddie. No.” You reply sternly “Stop.”

“Nooo.” He groans “I can’t. I love you, baby.”

“Eddie, you don’t love me. You’re drunk.”

“S’true.” He laughs “M’drunk but I also love you. Love you sooo much. Never stopped.”

“Jesus Christ…”

“Y’know what I love about you th’most?” He asks, a tiny hint of a giggle escaping his lips.

“What?” You sigh.

“You put up with m’shit.” He says “Y’do it better than anyone else. I was s’lucky. Lucky me.”

“Well, not anymore.” You sigh “Now Gareth puts up with your shit.”

“Yeah but s’not the same. I miss you.” He whines “D’you miss me?”

“Eddie…”

“D’you even think about me?” He pouts “You’re probably already seein’ someone else. Probably fucking someone else. I fuckin’ think about it and it kills me, baby.”

“Why?” You ask “We’re not together anymore, Eddie. We can both have sex with whoever we want. That’s how breaking up and being single works.”

“But I don’t wanna be single.” He complains “Shit sucks! Don’t wanna have sex with anyone else either. Jus’ you. Only you, baby. Couldn’t even get hard for anyone else if I fuckin’ tried. All I wan' is you.”

“Eddie..” Your heart pounds in your chest at his admission. Even after all this time, he still had the power to make you feel wrecked over his words. He was probably so drunk that he didn’t even realize it.

“C’mon, baby. We were so good together.” He pleads “Come back t'me.”

“That was before, Eddie.” You point out, trying to stay firm. You absolutely could not fold.

“Yeah but we can fix this. I can fix it, baby. Lemme fix it, sweetheart.” He pleads “I’ll do anything to get you back.”

“Eddie, you are so drunk right now.”

“Mmm.” He hums “And horny. Don’t forget horny.”

“Another reason why you need to hang up and go to bed.”

“But I don’t wanna.” He whines “Not when I’m getting somewhere.”

“Getting where, exactly?” You huff out a laugh.

“I dunno but you’re still talkin’ t’me so I must be doin’ somethin’ right.” He points out.

Cocky little shit.

“Goodnight, Eddie.”

“Nooo, wait!” He says “C’mon, baby. I miss you. You miss me.”

“Don’t flatter yourself.”

“C’mon sweetheart, I know ya do. Fuck, I miss you. God, I miss you. Haven’t gotten off in so long. My fucking balls are hurting, baby.”

“Eddie!”

“What? S’the truth!” He says “Using my hand isn’t the same. Doesn’t feel as good as you. God, I fucking miss you. You and that tight, wet-“

“Oooohkay!” You gasp “Stop! That’s enough!”

“Oh, c’mon, sweetheart. Don’t act all shy. You used to like it when I would talk to you like this.”

“That was before, Eddie. Now I don’t.”

“Maybe you just need a reminder then.” He suggests “Because I’ve never forgotten, sweetheart. Fuck, I remember everything. How good it was. How good you feel. How you taste. Mmm fuck!”

And, for some reason, you stay on the line. You close your eyes as you throw your head back into your pillow. Fuck, this sucks.

“Baby? You still there?”

“Yeah.” You sigh “I’m still here, Eddie.”

“Good!” He says “Good, good, good….because I’m horny, sweetheart….and lonely. Sooo fuckin’ lonely. I want you, babe. I need you.”

“Eddie, this isn’t-“

“Shhh! Stop it. Stop tryin' ‘ta fight it. It’s pissin’ me off.”

“You’re the one who’s pissed off?” You scoff “You called me. With your bullshit. At two in the morning, might I add.”

“Yeah but you love my bullshit, baby. You looooove it. You put up with it s’well ‘cause you know that I make it worth your while.” He chuckles deeply.

“And how exactly do you make it ‘worth my while’?”

“Mmm….Cause I dick ya down so fuckin’ good that you always forget why you’re mad.” He flirts “S’why you lemme get away with s’much, right, sweetheart?”

“Edward Munson, I swear to god I’m hanging up now.”

“No you’re not. You’re not gonna hang up. I know you. Know you soooo well. Know what makes you weak.” He hums “Know what’s makes you tick. If you wanted to hang up, you woulda done it already. No, you don’t wanna hang up. You wanna listen to me as I tell you allll the dirty fuckin’ things that I’ve been thinkin’ about, baby. It’s been weeks. So much time for me ‘ta think. You wanna know a secret?” He laughs, coming out deep and mischievous.

You couldn’t help but be curious. “What?”

“You’re gonna hate me but I, uh, I still use those pictures of you. You know which ones I’m talkin’ about? The dirty ones?”

“Eddie!” You exclaim “You were supposed to throw those out!”

“Oops.” He laughs “Silly me. Silly, silly me. Must’a slipped m’mind, baby.”

“Yeah. Sure.” You huff.

“You wan’ ‘em, back?” He offers “I mean, because if you do, you’d have to come over’ta my place and come get ‘em.”

“Whatever, Munson. Keep them. I don’t even care.”

“That’s not true.” He tsks “You don’t mean that. You do care. As a matter of fact, I think you care soooo much. I think you secretly get off from knowin’ that your ex still needs to look at you ‘ta cum….and, baby, there’s soooo much cum. So, so much now that you’re not here to help me empty my fuckin’ load in you.”

Before you can stop yourself, you let out a desperate whimper. It was so quiet- hardly even there but you knew that it wouldn’t have slipped past Eddie.

God fucking dammit.

“Oh…” Eddie chuckles, low and deep in your ear as you squeeze your eyes closed. Fuck. “Oh, you like that, don’t you? Fuck, I knew you would. Always looooved to see me suffer. Loved to hear me be fuckin’ needy for you. Well, baby, m’so…fuckin’…needy without you. Dunno whatta even do with myself. So lost without you, angel. You and that tight…wet…cunt of yours. Fuck. Miss my girl, baby. Miss you sooo much.”

"Eddie..."

"Tell me, sweetheart, do you miss me? Do you miss my cock? My big fucking cock stretching you open. Fuuuck, I bet you fucking do, baby. God, I miss you. My good girl. Used to be so good for me. Used to let me fuck you anytime I wanted it. Fuck, you were always so fucking horny for me. You still horny for me, baby? Hm? Tell me. Fucking tell me."

"Fuck...yes, Eddie. I...I'm still horny for you, okay? Is that what you wanted?"

"Mhm. Exactly what I wanted, baby, thank you." He hums appreciately.

"Fucking jackass..."

"Your jackass, baby. All yours. Never stopped being yours. Only wanna to be yours. Still want you to be mine. Want you back. Fuck, I need you back. Do I have to fucking beg, sweetheart? 'Cause I will. God, I need you back. Need you wrapped around me. That fucking pussy of yours....those lips. God, sweetheart, I'm so fucking gone for you and you don't even care."

"I do care, Eddie." You admit "I just-"

"You just want me to suffer. That's it, right? You wanna teach me a lesson. You wanna make sure that I know what life is like without you. Well, sweetheart, it fucking sucks, okay? So lets just fucking make up already so that I can fuck you stupid. Like you're mine again..."

"Never stopped being yours." You whimper, growing so wet at his words. His devotion.

"Yeah? Fuck, baby, I knew it. Knew you still loved me." He sighs longingly "Fuck, I need you right now, angel. Right fucking now. Are you home?"

"Yeah, but-"

"Don't go anywhere."

"Eddie, you can't fucking drive!" You exclaim "You're drunk. You're not thinking."

"No, baby. No, no, no. I'm thinking too much. About you. God, you're in my head. Need you so bad."

"Eddie, baby, you're drunk. How about you just sleep on it, okay? How-"

"Nope!" He interjects "Need my keys. Where are my fuckin' keys? Keys....keys, keys, keys....fucking keys! Gareth! What'd you do with my keys, you dickhead?"

"Eddie-"

"Fuck, fuck, fuck.....okay.....new plan. You, sweetheart, need to come to me. Yeah? How's that sound?"

"Eddie, maybe we should just wait it out. It's not-"

"Sweetheart, listen, I don't think you get me right now. I have been without you for over a month. I am literally dying here. I need your pussy. Desperately. I need relief. Sweet fucking relief. I need to fuck you. I need to fucking bend you over the nearest fucking surface and fuck all of the fucking cum that I have been fucking backed up with for weeks. All of it. Need'ta give it to you. Right fucking now. I need to fucking bury my dick in that tight....sweet...little pussy of yours. I don't care if it's the last thing I do. I don't care. I neeeeeed it."

"Fuck, Eddie..." You moan "You sound so hot when you say things like that...."

"Yeah? You think I'm hot when I say filthy shit like that, baby? 'Cause I'm about to be fucking gorgeous by the time I get over there. So, what's it gonna be? You gonna be a good girl and let me come fuck you? You gonna let me give you this hard fucking dick? Huh? Or are just going to play games?"

"Okay." You say.

"Okay?" He asks.

"Come over here and fuck me, Munson."

The line goes silent for a moment. So silent that you were worried that the call had dropped. Then you heard the most guttural, animalistic growl that you've ever heard come from him.

"Fuck, baby, Christ! Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you! Don't fall asleep on me! I'll be there in fifteen minutes, sweetheart! I love you!"

The line immediately goes dead.

Well, you thought- staring at the phone in your hand before hanging it up.

So much for not folding.

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