wack.

Eddie watched practice from the bleachers this time, giving you his full attention. The sports bra and tiny little shorts you were wearing didn’t hurt. But you really were so good, it was impressive. His eyes widened when you pulled off a string of back handsprings without missing a beat.

“Why is the freak over there watching us practice?” your teammate, Leah, whispered to you, grabbing her white sneaker and leaning into a stretch.

You shrugged, redoing your pony with your green scrunchie wrapped around your wrist. “I invited him.”

Leah looked at you like you were crazy. “Why would you do something like that?”

“He’s a nice guy.”

Leah just stared at you. Then, a shrug - “If you say so.”

After practice, you went to the locker room right away and took your shower. Dressed in your green shorts with the white stripe on the sides and a loose Hawkins Tigers t-shirt, you met Eddie at the exit just as promised.

“Ready to roll?” he asked you. He’d been playing with his keys as he leaned against the brick wall, looking a lot more casual than he felt. He couldn’t believe this was happening - he was about to have you in his van, then in his house - in his bedroom. Sitting on his bed.

Thank god he put the panties away in his closet this morning.

“Ready,” you echoed, looking cheerful and energetic despite the long, challenging workout you had just done. Your pink duffel bag was over your shoulder, your hair down.

The ride to Forest Hills was a little awkward. Eddie, who normally could talk endlessly, couldn’t find anything to say. What could he say to you? He couldn’t exactly start rambling about D&D or Ozzy Osbourne. You would definitely think he was a total loser.

His palms were sweating as he pulled into the trailer park, both from his hands’ tight grip on the steering wheel and from the anxiety of you seeing where he lived. The Queen of Hawkins in his trailer? He felt like he could be sick.

He pulled up in front of the trailer, eyes glancing over to you to see your reaction. You didn’t really have one at all. It almost seemed like you didn’t care - like you didn’t look down on him for living here or being poor. He had pictured you scrunching your nose up, looking disgusted at the thought of stepping inside. But then he felt guilty - he shouldn’t have thought so low of you.

“Welcome to my castle,” he said as you walked up the front porch, Eddie dropping the keys his first attempt at opening the door. He blushed as he bent over and picked them up, trying again with shaking hands. He could feel you watching, making his nerves worse. Finally he got the key in the stupid lock and pushed the door open.

You looked around, taking in the Munson trailer. It was mostly neat, a few wrappers and dirty dishes sitting around that Eddie quickly scooped up. There was a collection of hats in the living room, a mug collection in the kitchen. It was small, but in a cozy way. It felt warmer and more lived in than the Carver house, that was for sure.

“Do you want to, uh…” Eddie gestured down the hall. “Come to my room?”

You smiled at him, but there was no innocence behind it. If Eddie picked up on it, he didn’t show it. “Yeah, that sounds good.”

Eddie led the way down the hall, distinctly aware of your presence behind him. He could physically feel it, like a promise of…something looming overhead. In his dreams, he thought.

Walking into his bedroom, the first thing he noticed was that he hadn’t cleaned up in a while. The room was a bit of a mess, clothes strewn across the floor and his ashtray on his bedside table full of both cigarettes and weed. The smell from the joint he smoked last night still permeated the room, much to Wayne’s disappointment, he could imagine.

“Sorry,” Eddie muttered as he lifted the ashtray and unceremoniously dumped it in his trash can. Your lips quirked up in amusement, which made Eddie feel a bit more at ease. At least, until he remembered who you were and that you were in his room.

“It’s no problem,” you said easily. You dropped your duffel bag on his floor and took a seat on his unmade bed.

The sight of you sitting on his mattress was distracting, to say the least. His eyes lingered on the way the sheets bunched around your bare thighs, your shorts riding up even higher than they originally were. You leaned back casually on your arms, your head tilted to the side, breasts perky and…well, there.

Your smile only grew - his staring was obvious but you didn’t mind. You liked the attention you got from Eddie. It’s not like you weren’t getting plenty elsewhere, but none were quite as adoring as the flustered metalhead standing in front of you.

“…The shrooms?” you reminded him playfully, to which Eddie shook his head as if he were knocking some sense back into his brain. 

“Right. Yeah. Uh, they’re in one of these drawers…”

Eddie turned and began searching through the bottom drawers of his dresser. As he was digging through, he was completely unaware that you had decided to help him - by opening his bedside drawer.

The yearbook caught your attention immediately - it was obvious one of the pages had been dog eared and you were curious. With Eddie still crouched on the other side of the room with his back to you, you flipped open the book - and landed straight on your cheerleading photo.

Your eyes went wide. It wasn’t hard to imagine why the page was bookmarked, why the pages were slightly stuck together, or what he had been doing with it. You weren’t exactly surprised at the discovery, but having the proof in front of your face filled you with a wicked sort of delight.

“Eddie,” you said, your voice teasing. “What’s this?”

Eddie didn’t have the forethought to be scared, but when he turned around, he went pale, rooted to the spot. “O-oh,” he stammered. “I just- I- it was an accident-“

“Have you been looking at this picture of me?” You had a mischievous grin across your face, holding the yearbook wide open for him to see. “And what have you been doing while looking at it?”

Eddie’s cheeks were bright red as he gaped at you, completely lost for words. He couldn’t believe this was happening. Thank god he had hid the panties, but why didn’t he have a better hiding place for the fucking yearbook, too? “Look, I can explain-“

You flipped through the pages, seeing just the one marked - only you. Eddie fumbled over his words frantically. “I just- it was- I just needed to save that page, because…” He couldn’t even come up with an excuse. He wanted to throw himself out the window of a very tall building.

“Do you touch yourself while looking at pictures of me, Eddie Munson?”

It was pure panic now. His head was spinning, his breath quick and shallow as he looked around the room, desperate for something to spark some kind of idea. “I’m sorry, I- seriously, I’m not a creep I swear. Please don’t-“

“Why don’t you show me what you do?”

It was like his world stopped turning. Everything froze. Eddie looked at you with wide eyes - “What?”

You slowly crawled across the bed towards him, not breaking eye contact, his heart palpitating. When you reached where he stood at the end of the bed, you lifted your hand, rubbing it over his thigh. He was straining beneath his jeans, the zipper pressing against him uncomfortably. “I’m more of a visual learner. I want you to show me what you do with that picture.”

Eddie swallowed hard. He looked at a spot on the wall over your head, like he was scared to meet your eyes. “I…I don’t know what you mean-“

“I think you know exactly what I mean.” You sat back on your knees, looking up at him. He finally looked down at you, feeling breathless, like the air he was drawing in wasn’t quite making it to his lungs. His palms felt sweaty, he wiped them on his jeans.

“Look, I’m really sorry, I know-“

“Why are you sorry?” You frowned. “I’m not mad. I just wanna see.”

Eddie froze. He didn’t make a move, like if he did anything at all the moment would slip through his grasp, you would disappear or start laughing and call him a freak and leave with a new story to tell Carol and Tina. But none of those things happened. You lifted your hand instead, drawing it down his arm until your hand intertwined with his.

“Come show me.”

You pulled Eddie down and finally he obliged, crawling onto the bed next to you and sitting with his back against the wall at the head. You smirked at him, hands rubbing up and down his thick thighs. “So. How do you start?”

“Uh…” Eddie was still trying to gather his bearings, still trying to come to terms with the reality of what was happening. “I…”

You tried a different angle. “What turns you on?”

“You,” he answered quickly, before he had the time to think about it. He immediately felt like slapping himself, but the grin on your face only made his heartbeat speed up.

“What do you think about?”

“Fuck,” he breathed - and then it all spilled out. “I think about whatever you were wearing at school. Especially if it was your uniform. I think about your legs, your ass, your tits. Think about-“ He almost let it slip, almost said the way you look when you’re getting fucked, but pulled it back at the last second.

You sat up on your knees, giving him full view of your body now. His eyes roamed, drinking you in without shame, the apprehension leaving his body with the possibility of you giving him access to yours. “Do you like what I’m wearing now?”

Eddie nodded eagerly. Yeah, he very much did. The tiny little shorts showed off your body, and the oversized shirt did nothing but remind him of what you looked like underneath it. He longed to touch you, to finally feel your skin beneath his fingertips. He was sure he could make you feel better than Steve did. He’d had plenty of time to think about it.

“Would you like it better if I…” You played with the bottom of your shirt, pure teasing, but Eddie didn’t mind. “…took something off?”

Eddie’s eyes practically bugged out of his head, but he was nodding so fast he could barely process the way you giggled. His cock was so hard within his jeans, and you had him in such a trance, he was ready to take it out now and give himself some relief.

“You first,” you said. “Let me see what you’re working with, Munson.”

He was out of his mind with lust, he might as well have been having one of his wet dreams with how little thought he was putting into this. You were here, in his bed, telling him to take his cock out - he wasn’t about to question a goddamn thing.

He hesitated for only a moment before his hands darted down to his jeans, eyes never leaving you as he worked open the button and zipper and lifted his hips slightly to shove the material down his thighs. When he pushed his boxers down, his already rock hard cock slapped against his stomach, and then it was your turn to widen your eyes.

“Jesus Christ, Munson.”

Eddie stopped. He looked up at you, eyebrows furrowed together. “What?”

“Eddie.” You looked at him seriously, but he didn’t seem to get it. “You are huge. Do you really not know that?”

His cheeks tinged pink, heat rushing to them. “Well, I…I mean, I guess I kind of knew, but I don’t exactly have any experience-“

You didn’t acknowledge the last part of his sentence, because it was a surprise to no one that Eddie Munson was a virgin. But how could he not know what he was packing?

“I’ve never been with a guy quite so big…” you said, hands rubbing over his bare thighs now. He was bigger than Steve? His cock twitched, desperate to feel your hands on him, but you weren’t quite there. Yet.

“You- you haven’t?” The thought sent a thrill through Eddie, and without thinking, he wrapped a hand around his cock. He squeezed at the base, tip throbbing, flushed red with his arousal.

You were surprised at the desire that sparked deep in your belly, the sudden need to wrap your lips around him and blow his mind. But - not yet. You wanted to see a show first.

“Definitely not.” You licked your lips as you looked down at him. “It’s gonna take some work to fit.”

Eddie let out a strangled groan, hips snapping up into his fist just once at your words. “Fuck. You…you want to do that?” His voice shook as he spoke. “I think- I mean, we could make it fit.”

He hadn’t even said it to be hot, but it made you clench your thighs together anyway. “Maybe sometime,” you smirked. “What do you do when you start?”

“Uh…” Eddie cleared his throat. “I just…” He slowly stroked his hand up and down his cock, chest heaving as he watched you, in real life, on his bed. “Shit. I just…like this.”

Your gaze was hungry as a drop of precum beaded on his slit, and without missing a beat, he smoothed his thumb over it and rubbed it down his shaft. Your eyes flicked back up to his. “Do you want me to…?”

“What?” Eddie asked, lazily stroking himself as he looked at you, the small part of his brain still thinking logically struck with confusion.

You didn’t answer him. Instead, you leaned forward and spit on the head of his cock. Eddie let out a gasp, his cock jumping in his hold, but he spread the saliva around with his hand quickly, lubricating his dick as his eyes darkened on you. “Shit.”

“What next?” you whispered.

“I…” his eyes left you for only a second, darting to the yearbook then back to the real thing. “I’d look at the book. Look at your body. Think about what’s underneath.”

At that moment, you grabbed the bottom of your shirt and lifted it up and over your body, leaving you in just your sports bra. Eddie didn’t move his eyes an inch as you reached behind your back and unhooked the bra, slowly letting it fall forward, exposing your breasts. 

His breath caught in his throat - sure he’d seen you topless before, but that was from across the room, hidden behind a shower curtain. You were half naked in his bed right now - he couldn’t get over that - here, wanting to show him. His eyes roamed your perfect tits, sitting so pretty on your chest, within his grasp. He didn’t reach for you - you hadn’t invited him to do that yet - but it took everything in him to keep his hands to himself. Without even noticing, he had begun pumping his cock, eyes locked on you.

The pleasure was building in his body quickly. His hand moved faster, breaths coming in shorter bursts. He let out a low, shuddering moan, his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure.

Watching Eddie jerk off - to you - was hotter than you’d expected when you initiated this little plan. You didn’t expect the way your panties clung to your wet pussy, your nipples hard in the cool air of his bedroom. You weren’t prepared for how badly you wanted him to touch you, how badly you wanted to tell him to fill you with that huge cock. The thought of having it inside you - it made you shudder, clit throbbing from nothing but the idea. What was happening to you?

“That’s it,” you cooed. “Stroke your cock just like that for me. That’s right. You’re doing so good, getting off for me. Look so good, Eddie.”

He looked so far gone, his wrist flicking so fast as he brought himself higher and higher. His cheeks blushed red, the muscles in his neck tightening every time he got especially close. He looked so good.

You were really about to say fuck it and crawl onto his lap when he started moving his hand faster, little “Fuck, fuck, fuck,”s spilling from his lips as he neared his release fast. You were almost disappointed, but also needed to see how he looked when he came.

“Are you close, Eddie?” you asked him, as if it wasn’t completely obvious he was.

“Yeah, oh fuck yeah,” he huffed. His abdomen muscles were clenching, his thighs shaking. And his eyes never left you - well, mostly your tits - but they never strayed from your form in front of him. You were all he needed to see, the only thing he needed to cum in under 2 minutes.

“Good boy,” you praised, and he whined. “You’re being so good for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” Eddie moaned immediately. “So good. So good for you.”

You leaned in closer, seeing how absolutely wrecked he looked. So far gone. “You gonna cum for me, Eddie?” You grabbed your tits in your hands, squeezing them and playing with your nipples right in front of his face.

Eddie whimpered, then - “Oh, fuck!” - and he was cumming, his cum shooting up and onto his hand, his stomach, you. Some of it splattered onto your breasts, painting your smooth skin and nipples with white. Eddie’s jaw dropped at the sight, his cock twitching and giving one last spurt of his release.

When it was over, both of you stayed still, unsure what to do next. Eddie was terrified of doing anything that would ruin the moment, anything that would ruin his chances of having this - or more - happen again. He wanted that more than anything.

You sat back up on your knees. Eddie’s cock was softening as it lay against his stomach, his body still painted with his cum. He didn’t care - he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You, coated in his release, had to be the hottest thing he’d ever seen in his life.

“Do you, uh…have a towel?” you asked awkwardly, gesturing to your chest.

“Oh, shit, yeah,” Eddie said. He leaned off the bed, grabbing a dirty-but-not-too-dirty towel from the floor. “Here. Can I…?”

You didn’t say anything, but let him wipe you off. Only once you were clean did he move back to his own body, wiping himself off. He pulled his jeans back up as you got your bra and shirt back on.

“That…that was…” Eddie began.

“Hot as hell?” you offered with a smirk, and he felt such immense relief in that moment, he let out a deep breath.

“Yeah. Holy fuck. I’ve never- never even dreamed of anything that hot-“

“I’m glad I could help you out,” you said. You were smiling at him kindly from where you sat, and Eddie still couldn’t believe his luck. He couldn’t believe this had happened, and you didn’t seem disgusted with him whatsoever.

“Oh shit,” Eddie said as he laughed sheepishly, standing from the bed. “I forgot all about your shrooms. Let me just, uh…sorry, I can’t think straight.”

“It’s okay,” you said. You were picking up your duffel bag, much to Eddie’s disappointment. “I do need to get going after you find them, though. My family’s gonna be wondering about me if I’m not home for dinner.”

“Got you.” Eddie held up the bag of shrooms. “Want me to drive you back to your car?”

“Yeah, that would be great.”

As you walked out of the trailer with Eddie, letting him lock up behind you, it felt surreal. What you’d just done, you hadn’t planned. Sure you loved teasing Eddie, but you hadn’t intended for it to go that far. But you found that you didn’t regret it. You found yourself wanting to do it again.

Eddie was a changed man the next day at school. He walked into Hawkins with his head held high, as if every student in the school could see it on him, could tell what he had done with you. Well, you hadn’t actually touched him, but still. It was pretty awesome.

When he saw you at your locker, laughing with Carol and Tina, he thought you looked radiant. He wanted to walk right up to you and say something, but he knew that probably wouldn’t go over well. It wasn’t like you were his girlfriend - but fuck, he wished you were. He caught your eye and you sent him a smile that sent sparks through his body. Carol and Tina looked in his direction, shooting him a look that was some kind of mix between disgust and confusion.

He wasn’t entirely unused to it.

He followed you around just about the whole day - he knew your schedule, of course he did. He waited until he saw you in the rare moment you weren’t surrounded by your friends, standing at your locker, getting ready for the game. He took a deep breath and began walking in your direction. He could do this. He was going to talk to you.

“Got something to say to my sister, freak?”

Jason stepped out in front of him - fuck, Eddie hadn’t even realized he was around. Rookie mistake: approaching the hottest, most popular girl in school in front of her douchebag twin brother. Patrick and Andy were on either side of him, forming the perfect ‘bully’ scene straight from a movie.

How cute.

“I-“

“No, you can save yourself the breath because I don’t think there’s any world where you’d have an excuse to talk to my sister that makes any sense.” Jason turned to each of his friends, laughing as if he were a real comedian. “If she wants to buy, she’ll come find you, freak. School’s over. You can run back home to your trailer park now.”

Eddie clenched his fists - he couldn’t let Jason get to him the way he was trying to. It wasn’t worth it. Behind Jason’s back, you turned, finally noticing the scene going on behind you. You looked confused for only a moment before you stomped over, bag over your shoulder.

“Jason,” you said. “What the fuck are you doing?”

Jason did a double take, looking back over his shoulder at you, then back to Eddie. “You can’t actually want to talk to this loser, right?”

“What if I do?” You put your hands on your hips, looking at your brother with all the attitude in the world. “I don’t remember hiring you as my bodyguard.”

Jason scoffed. “Yeah. Well, don’t worry, if this is the company you want to keep, I won’t be getting involved.”

“Good.” You tilted your head to the side. “Now don’t you have a basketball game to get to?”

Jason didn’t move at first. He looked between you two again, Patrick and Andy waiting for guidance from their leader. There was no independent thinking in that friend group whatsoever. Jason scoffed and shook his head. “Fine. Bitch.”

The three basketball players walked off towards the locker rooms, standing tall as if they needed to make the point that they were unbothered. You and Eddie watched them leave.

“Thanks,” Eddie said, looking less than his usual confident self. “That guy’s an asshole.”

“Yeah. Try living with him.” You smiled softly. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why he’s playing protective older brother all of a sudden. He doesn’t actually give a shit about me outside of his own reputation.”

“It’s okay. He just doesn’t want his sister seen talking to the freak. I get it.” He laughed, but it didn’t reach his eyes. It bothered you.

“Seriously, fuck him,” you said. “But, uh…” A smirk danced across your lips. “You wanted to talk to me?”

“Oh, yeah.” Eddie pushed Jason from his mind, turning to the Carver twin standing before him - you were much nicer on the eyes. “Uh…about yesterday…”

“Yeah?” You took a step closer to him and Eddie felt his heart thudding against his chest. There was no one in the hall but the two of you, his cock immediately stiffening as you placed your palm on his chest. “Did you think about it after I left?”

Oh, fuck, did he.

“Yeah,” Eddie admitted, needing to clear his throat. “Yeah, I…I did.”

“Ooh,” you hummed, pleased. “What did you do? Did you touch yourself again?”

Eddie closed his eyes. Fuck, you were going to kill him. “Yes.”

“Yeah?” you giggled. “Did you make yourself cum for me one more time?”

Eddie nodded. He was so far gone for you.

“And without me,” you tsked. “I would have liked to see it, Eds. Wasn’t that a little selfish of you?”

“I’m sorry,” he said quickly. You did something to his brain that he couldn’t understand. “Can…can I make it up to you?”

Your eyes lit up at that - it made Eddie’s heart stutter. You really wanted to see him again? That badly? “Of course you can,” you said. “Maybe I can come over again after the game?”

He nodded, way too vigorously. “Yes. Yeah. Of course.” His eyes dropped to the bag on your shoulder. “D’you want me to wait and give you a ride?”

“I can drive,” you said. “I don’t wanna subject you to basketball.”

Eddie was a little disappointed - he kind of loved watching you cheer. He loved watching you, at least. But he wasn’t going to say that. “Okay. Cool. You know where to go?”

“Yeah,” you smiled. “I’ll see you there.” You trailed your hand down his arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in your wake. “Miss me while I’m gone.”

Eddie went straight home after school. He wasn’t interested in hanging around and taking even a single chance at missing you - even though you’d be cheering for at least 2 hours. Wayne was still home when he pulled up.

When he walked into the trailer, he saw Wayne standing by the kitchen counter, dressed in his work clothes and drinking a cup of coffee while he scanned over the paper. He looked up when Eddie closed the door.

“Hey, son,” he said. “How was school?”

“Fine,” Eddie said. He tossed his keys on the counter with a clatter. Wayne looked over at him before turning back to his coffee.

“How’d that essay turn out?” he asked.

Shit. Eddie hadn’t even started the essay that was due tomorrow. How did Wayne even remember that? He had been too preoccupied with you.

“Oh, uh…” he scratched the back of his neck. “Good. It, uh…came out good.”

Wayne gave him a hesitating nod, before shaking his head and turning back to his coffee. Yeah, he knew Eddie better than that.

Leaving Wayne in the kitchen - putting his coffee cup in the sink and reminding Eddie to lock up before he went to bed - Eddie went down the hall to his bedroom.

He was glad he came home first, because your panties were right there in the middle of his unmade bed. Maybe he’d had a little session this morning before school, so what?

He hid them far in the back of his closet, where he didn’t have to worry about any possibility of you finding them. Once that was done, he got to work straightening up his room. No more nasty ashtray this time.

When he was done, he checked his watch. Then again 5 minutes later. And again.

It was torture waiting for you. He didn’t know what was going to happen, but as long as you were coming over, he knew it would be the best thing that had ever happened to him. Just like last time - and you hadn’t even touched him.

A knock at the door pulled him from the chords he was plucking on his guitar. He jumped up, hanging the guitar safely back on the wall, and practically ran to the front door.

You were a sight for sore eyes on the other side. He thought you would have changed, but you were in your uniform. That sweet smile on your face, way too innocent for the kind of girl you were. And Eddie could see it, could sense it.

“Hi,” he said, his palms sweaty. He tried to subtly wipe them on his jeans. 

“Hi, Eddie,” you purred, voice like honey. When he didn’t move, your smile grew bigger, your light giggle like music to his ears. “Are you gonna let me in?”

“Oh, yeah! Yes. Yeah,” he said quickly, shaking his head, the tips of his ears going pink. He stepped out of the way, holding the door open for you. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you said, kind as ever. You stood in his living room, such a pretty thing looking so out of place on this side of town.

Eddie closed the front door, then turned. He was standing right in front of you, unsure what to do. Should he offer you a beer? Suggest to go back to his bedroom? Would that be too forward?

“…How was the game?” he asked dumbly.

You laughed. “Fine. The usual.” You tilted your head. “Sad you missed it?”

His cheeks heated - you saw right through him in a way that scared the hell out of him, but also turned him on. He shrugged. “Maybe.”

You giggled again, taking a step forward. You were much closer now, the smell of that damn perfume filling his senses - matching the stolen lotion hidden in his closet. He felt his cock stiffen. He had fucking pavlov’d himself.

Slowly, you reached out and trailed your fingers down his arm, your touch feather light. Goosebumps appeared across his skin, a shiver running through his body.

“Wanna go to your room?” you asked, your voice so soft and beautiful it floated through the air to Eddie’s ears, his whole body going hot. He was getting harder by the second, and nothing had even happened.

“Yeah,” he said, barely a whisper. “Let’s go.”

You led the way, Eddie trailing behind you, watching your ass as your skirt swayed with every step.

In his room, you perched on the end of his bed like a doll, the prettiest thing he’d ever seen. He stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, unsure what to do. It made you laugh as you beckoned him over.

Eddie swallowed, shifting awkwardly on his feet before finally moving to sit next to you. He couldn’t even look at you, bouncing his knee.

“Eddie,” you said lightly. “Calm down. It’s okay. It’s just me.”

It’s just you.

Yeah, it’s you, that’s the point.

Slowly, he turned to look at you. You were looking right back at him, your eyes shining with mischief. Your lips looked so soft-

“Do you want to kiss me?”

He was sure he had imagined it. He was asleep, dreaming, or he was in the middle of the most vivid jerk-off fantasy yet, because it sure sounded like he heard those words with his own ears from your mouth. 

“What?” he asked, his eyes going wide.

“I said…” You lifted a hand, resting it on Eddie’s cheek. He jumped the tiniest bit, not expecting the contact, his breathing becoming shallow. Your thumb touched his bottom lip, gently pulling down before letting it go. “…do you want to kiss me?”

You really had said it. Before Eddie could wake up from this dream, he nodded vigorously. Yeah. Yes. Please.

You smiled, then leaned in slowly. Eddie watched you for as long as possible until his eyelids slowly fluttered shut, your warm breath on his lips, and then finally, finally, he felt the sweet pressure of your lips against his own.

Eddie had never kissed anyone before. Never even come close. But none of that mattered because right now, his lips were connected to yours, and holy fuck, what was happening?

He didn’t know what to do. He sat there, still, until you giggled against his lips and took the lead. You grabbed Eddie’s hand laying down by his side and brought it to rest on your hip while your lips moved against his own, showing him what to do. They were as soft as they looked, maybe even more so, and they tasted like the cherry chapstick you were always putting on in class.

He gripped your hip tighter, the stiff material of your cheer uniform beneath his fingers. He couldn’t believe he was finally touching it, touching you. You tilted your head a little more to the side, and Eddie jumped slightly when he felt your tongue slide against his bottom lip.

He kept his mouth shut, not getting the hint - you moved your hand to his chin, gently pulling down. With his lips parted, you licked into his mouth, and Eddie moaned, lightning shooting up his spine and his cock now fully hard. He held both your hips tightly now, pulling you closer.

You laid back on the bed, pulling Eddie down with you. This is it, he thought. She’s in my bed and we’re kissing and I’m gonna get to fuck her. Holy shit. Holy fuck.

You tangled your fingers in his curls, pulling slightly, which made him moan against your mouth again. He leaned over you, hips slotted between your legs, his left hand on your thigh, slowly rising up your skirt. At this angle, your skirt was almost all the way around your waist anyway, your Hawkins green panties pressed against the ache in Eddie’s jeans.

He was breathing heavily as you kissed, tongues licking against one another, pressing together. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears, feel it thudding against his chest. When you let out a soft, breathy moan - that was it.

He couldn’t take it anymore. On primal, animal instinct, he rolled his hips against you. It pulled a low, strangled groan from deep within him - all he could think of was that it was your warmth he was pressing his hard cock up against. That only made him more desperate, and he rolled his hips again.

You whined, and Eddie began moving his hips faster. He thrusted against your heat, hips jerking unevenly, the friction exactly what his aching dick needed. 

He pulled away from the kiss abruptly to bury his face in your neck. His body was shaking, huffing breaths against your skin as he whimpered quietly with every delicious thrust.

“God, Eddie, you’re so needy, aren’t you?” you whispered in his ear. “D’you want this pussy?”

He shuddered, nodding quickly, a choked groan torn from his lungs. His hips moved faster and faster, his fists clenched into the material of your uniform, god that uniform, and the warmth of your cunt was right against his dick, and you were whispering filthy things in his ear, holding onto him, pulling his hair-

“‘m gonna cum,” he whimpered.

Before you could say or do anything, Eddie stilled, his vision going black and his ears ringing, his cock pulsing as he came undone in his jeans. He kept rutting against you, pathetic whines into the curve of your neck. He moved his hips until every last drop had been spent.

Then, as he came down - the realization.

“Did you just dry hump me until you came in your pants?” you asked, giggling. You didn’t push him off you.

Eddie blushed deeply, not moving his face from your neck, not yet brave enough to meet your eyes after that. “Yeah.”

After Eddie had kissed you, it was like his obsession with you grew even more than he ever could have thought. If he felt like he thought about you all the time before, it was something totally different after he had felt your perfect lips on his, and made him cum - well, kind of. He mostly did that himself.

You didn’t speak to Eddie for a week. You’d give him a short smile when you passed by him, but you didn’t speak, didn’t ask to buy, didn’t come over. It filled Eddie with a deep disappointment - had he fucked up? Did he go too far? Or did you just think he was a total loser for cumming in his pants like that?

He felt so ashamed of himself. His dream had just begun to come true, he was just starting to think he might have a real relationship with you - then he went and got carried away during your first kiss. He was such an idiot.

He was so miserable it was noticeable to his friends, the guys joking that you must have gotten back together with Steve for him to be so upset. That only made things worse.

Eddie was still moping as he lounged on his bed the next Friday night. He thought about going to the game just to see you, but there was no game tonight. So, he sat at home, beating himself up over ruining the best thing that almost happened to him.

He still thought of you the way he always did. It still made him ache, still made him reach for his bedside drawer. You were like a drug he just couldn’t quit, no matter how bad it was for him or how guilty he felt.

The panties hidden in his closet were just beginning to beckon when a knock at the front door startled him. He sighed - it was probably someone lost, looking for a specific trailer. Forest Hills could be confusing if you’d never been there before, and this happened somewhat often.

He lazily reached for the door knob and pulled it open, the expression on his face bored - until he saw you standing on the other side.

Had he fallen asleep in his bed? This was a dream, right?

Eddie didn’t know what to say. He looked at you, stunned. Your smile grew bigger - he was just so cute.

“Hi, Eddie,” you said, sending his heart rocketing in his chest. “Can I come in?”

“Oh, y-yeah,” he said, moving out of the way. This time, you walked inside and went straight down the hall to his bedroom, giving him a smirk over your shoulder. He shut the door and followed like a lost puppy.

You had made yourself comfortable on his bed. Dressed in a colorful tank top and tiny jean shorts, you left little to the imagination. Eddie slowly, still dumbfounded, took a seat next to you. 

“I’m sorry I haven’t spoken to you since…” You trailed off, not saying the obvious, as if sparing Eddie the embarrassment. He blushed, but continued listening. “My friends were…getting suspicious.”

“Suspicious?” Eddie asked, eyebrows shooting up. “Of what?”

“Of what I’ve been doing with you,” you said, finally meeting his big brown doe eyes.

“Oh,” Eddie said. Frankly, he wanted to shout from the rooftops that he had kissed you, but he understood why you might not want people to know yet. He was a freak, after all.

“It’s not because I’m embarrassed of you, I swear,” you said. “God, I couldn’t give less of a fuck about what those assholes think. I like you. I just don’t want to subject you to that. To the Hawkins gossip mill, the spotlight. To Jason and Steve. It doesn’t feel fair to you.”

Eddie nodded slowly. He didn’t exactly care about Jason or Steve at all, but he got where you were coming from. “So…”

“So,” you said. “I came here because I wanted to see you.”

Something twisted in his chest. “You wanted to see me?”

“Of course.” You rested your hand on his thigh, the warmth of your palm against him. “I like you, Eds.”

“Yeah?” He was breathless, your words stealing every thought, every ounce of energy from his body. “I…like you, too.”

You smiled. Eddie could have cried when you leaned in, and he met you in the middle, pressing your lips together again.

His hands grabbed onto you right away, holding onto your waist and pulling you close. Your chest pressed against his, and you pulled him down to lay on the bed with you, never separating from him.

Eddie felt like the luckiest guy who ever lived as he made out with you on his bed, his hand rubbing your side, your hand just under the very bottom of his shirt, resting on his skin.

You bit lightly at his bottom lip, and he moaned, allowing you to lick into his mouth, massaging against his tongue, all while Eddie let out quiet, desperate little whines.

You hooked your leg around his waist, pulling him closer. His straining hard-on pressed against your hips, and he grinded against you. It felt so good, that delicious friction on his throbbing cock, but he wasn’t going to let himself get carried away this time. He would not be cumming in his pants again.

You moaned, bucking your hips up against him. The feeling of him so hard between your legs made you impossibly wet, soaking your cute pink panties you’d put on for him.

“Eddie,” you moaned into the kiss, and he thought he had to have been dead or something. The sound of you moaning his name was something he thought he’d never experience outside of his filthy fantasies.

“Fuck,” he breathed against your lips. He rutted against you harder, fully hard now - maybe harder than he’d ever been in his life. Your hands trailed up his shirt, featherlight touch on his sides covering his skin in goosebumps.

You lifted his shirt over his head, leaving his chest bare. He felt a little self conscious, but the feeling of you rubbing your hands all over his chest like you couldn’t get enough erased those thoughts from his head real fast. Your hands smoothed over his sides and chest, his shoulders and back, like you wanted to feel every inch of him.

He was getting the hang of making out, starting to feel more natural. It was good for you, too, his kisses making you grind your clothed pussy against his hard cock.

Eddie pulled back, just slightly. “Can I please fuck you?” he asked, completely out of breath, his eyes glazed over and darkened with lust.

You giggled, the blunt question almost cute. You didn’t answer him with words, instead pulling him back down into the heated kiss.

Eddie slid his hands beneath your tank top, his calloused palms such a contrast to your smooth, perfect skin. They were shaking as he rose higher and higher, pushing the material up your body until he had removed it. You weren’t wearing a bra underneath - the sight pulled an involuntary groan from him, and he lowered his head, wrapping his lips around one of your nipples.

You gasped, hands tangling in Eddie’s curls as he ran his tongue over the bud, his hand giving the other equal attention. His cock was throbbing as he sucked on your tits, just like he’d dreamed of, precum soaking into his boxers.

“Feels so good, Eds,” you moaned, arching your back into his mouth. He groaned against you, rutting his hips into you. His mouth never quit as his hand worked its way down to your shorts. He fumbled with the button for a solid minute before he finally pulled back, using both hands to get it undone. He pulled them down your legs, taking in the cute little pair of panties you’d picked today.

He gulped as he drank in your body, now completely bare besides that thin pink lace. You looked even better than he pictured. Your tits were so perfect, nipples hard in the cool air of his bedroom, still slick and shining with his saliva. Your whole body was flushed - so cute. You were breathing heavily, your eyes darkened with want just like his were.

Slowly, he reached for his belt buckle. He didn’t break eye contact with you as he undid his belt, then his jeans, pushing them and his boxers down his thighs. His stiff cock bobbed at his lower belly, tip flushed red with desire and precum beaded at the slit. He shed his jeans the rest of the way, tossing them to the floor.

He reached for your panties next, practically drooling as his heart beat in his ears, but stopped himself short. His eyes glanced up to your face - “This okay?”

You nodded. “Yeah, baby,” you purred. “You can do whatever you want to me.”

He groaned. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties and slowly pulled them down, torturing himself, until they were off. Like a force of habit, before he could even think about it, he brought them to his nose and breathed deeply. A wicked smirk crossed your lips as you watched him.

Eddie gripped your thighs, spreading them wide just like in his favorite fantasies. Holy fuck, your pussy was even prettier than he imagined - he could have bust just from the sight alone - and it crashed through him, then, not for the first time, that he not only finally had a girl in his bed - he had you.

“Am I dreaming?” he asked, genuinely wondering. He had to be asleep or high or something, because there was no fucking way-

You laughed. “This is all real, baby.” Your hand trailed down your body, Eddie watching intently. You dragged your hand down over your tits, your stomach, down to your pussy. Eddie watched as you circled two fingers around your clit. “Oh, Eddie. I want you so bad.”

His cock twitched hard. His brain short circuited at the sound of you saying his name with those words, in that tone. He had to squeeze his eyes shut, taking deep breaths.

Your face twisted in concern. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” he breathed quickly. “Just trying not to cum.”

“I haven’t even touched you yet,” you laughed.

He had never been so hard in his life. It was almost painful how badly he needed you. He was breathing so heavily, his hands trembling as he rubbed your bare thighs. He glanced up at your face one more time to make sure this was okay before he traced a finger through your folds, feeling how wet you were. He quickly brought it to his lips and sucked every bit of your slick off his finger, groaning.

Your eyes widened. “Fuck, Eds.”

“Taste so good,” he rasped. “Just like I knew you would.”

He situated himself between your legs, leaning down to kiss you again. His hard cock was pressed right against where he wanted to be more than anything, which only made him throb harder. Fuck. This was happening.

Eddie whimpered as he thrusted his hips forward, dragging the underside of his cock through your wet folds. You were that wet for him? Jesus Christ-

The feeling of your pussy against his cock was like nothing he’d ever experienced or even dreamed of. So velvety soft, and warm, and soaking wet with how badly you wanted him - not Steve. Eddie.

“You ready?” you asked him, reaching down to grasp his cock. Eddie whimpered again, his hips bucking into your hand without his permission. He was shaking, barely able to hold himself up over you. His heart was pounding in his ears.

“Y-yeah,” he said. “Fuck, yeah.”

You smirked, tracing him through your wetness one more time before pressing his fat tip right at your entrance. Eddie could not fucking believe this was happening.

Then, with one last deep breath and a roll of his hips - his tip pushed into your tight cunt. He breathed out sharply, hands tightening into fists in the sheets. Holy shit, you were gripping him so tight - 

Eddie screwed his face up, his breaths coming out in quick pants as he inched further and further inside of you. He couldn’t look at you - fuck, he wanted to so bad, but he knew he’d cum instantly. He was already barely holding on from the feeling of being enveloped by your tight, wet heat, inch by inch.

“Oh my god, Eddie,” you moaned, manicured fingernails digging into his biceps. “You’re so big, holy shit-“

Eddie whimpered again, his hips jerking forward and pushing the last few inches in at once. “Shit,” he rasped. “Oh, god. Fuck. You’re- holy fuck, I’m inside of you- Jesus Christ-“

You let out a breathy laugh - he was cute, but he was also huge and pressed balls deep inside of you, so fucking deep you could feel him in your throat.

“Go ahead and fuck me, Eddie,” you cooed, and Eddie thought he must actually be dreaming this time. He nodded quickly.

“Yeah. Yeah, okay. I’m gonna fuck you now.” He was hyping himself up, and talking himself off the ledge. He pulled his hips back slowly - then pushed back into you, a shuddering groan leaving his lips as he felt his cock dragging back through your perfect cunt. His head dropped down between your tits, moaning as he began pumping his cock into you.

“Oh god,” he cried, fingers digging into the plush of the bed. “Shit. Oh, baby- fuck- H-ah, I-I can’t-“

He was fucking you so frantically - babbling incoherently, face contorted in pure pleasure - you’d never had a guy fuck you like this. Never had a guy so…grateful to be inside you, so completely affected by you and your body.

You had to admit, it was hot.

“Shit,” Eddie cursed. “You are so, so fucking tight, you feel so good, I’ve never felt anything so fucking- so fucking good in my life, I can’t believe I’m fucking you, holy shit-“

Eddie lifted one hand, grabbing one of your breasts around his face and squeezing it, wrapping his lips around your nipple and sucking on it again. You gasped, the movement unexpected - you clenched around him and Eddie let out a shuddering whine, losing his rhythm.

“That’s it, Eddie,” you praised him, which made him rut into you even harder as he buried his face in your neck. “Does it feel good?”

“Oh, god, yes, fuck yes,” he keened. “I’m not gonna- oh baby, I’m not gonna last, fuck fuck fuck-“

There was nothing he could do. He cried your name - just like he did every time he came - but this time you were here, and holy fuck, he was cumming inside of you, coating your walls with his spend and groaning desperately as he emptied every last drop into you.

His hips kept snapping into you, urgently rutting against you until he couldn’t take it anymore. Only then did he still, shuddering body pressed to your chest. 

You had never had sex like that before. The guys you fucked weren’t virgins by any means, for one thing- but you’d never had a guy so utterly consumed by his desire for you. Even now, Eddie could hardly look at you, struggling to slow his racing heart, his body still shaking with aftershocks.

It made the sex good for you, even though you hadn’t cum. You were more turned on than you’d ever been, clit still throbbing between your legs.

“Was that okay?” he asked, breathing hard. “You didn’t…”

“It’s okay, Eds,” you said. “I had fun. Did you?”

His eyes went wide. “Yeah, fuck yeah. That was the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” He looked down at you beneath him, so perfect, real. “I could still make you cum?”

You raised your eyebrows. “You…want to?”

“Oh yeah, yes, I, uh…I really really want to,” he rambled nervously. “Let me just, uh…”

Finally recovered enough, he sat up on his knees, slowly pulling out of you. The second he left your tight heat, it was like grieving the best thing he’d ever felt. But - fuck - just like in his dreams, he watched his cum dripping out of you, and he hardened just the slightest bit.

His eyes were locked on your pussy, like he was in a trance. Slowly, without ever averting his gaze, he lowered himself between your legs, wrapping his arms around your thighs and preparing to bury his face in your cunt.

“W-what are you doing?” you asked him, leaning up on your elbows to look down at him. He had just cum inside of you, there was no way he was about to-

He looked up at you, all wide eyed confusion. “Eating you out?” he said, like a question. “I mean, only if you want me to-“

“No, I-“ You were still confused, was he seriously about to just dive in with his cum leaking out of you? “I mean, you want to?”

“Fuck yeah I want to,” he huffed a laugh, like he couldn’t believe you’d even ask. He looked back down at your pussy, spreading your folds with his fingers and looking at it like he’d never seen anything better. “You know how many times I’ve dreamed of this?”

You would have said something else, but then Eddie dove in, sticking out his long tongue and licking a stripe through your folds, tasting both of you on his tongue. You cried out, falling back on the pillows.

Eddie groaned as he devoured you, licking and sucking, bringing you higher and higher. He had no clue what he was doing, but he certainly had the enthusiasm. He was sloppy with it, not even thinking, just doing what he’d always dreamed of while his cock hardened again, grinding his hips against the bed.

He couldn’t help it. He had just cum harder than he ever had, but here he was, rock hard, ready to go again. This was his dream come true, and he was going to take full advantage of it. He sucked hard on your clit, and your back arched, pressing your pussy harder against his face while you pulled him in by his hair, groaning loud.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he said, muffled against you. “Pull me in, baby, just like that. Fuck, you’re so good.”

“Eddie!” you keened, the coil tightening in your belly, burning hotter and hotter. “Oh my god- you’re fucking unreal-“

“You deserve to be worshipped, baby,” he hummed against your slick pussy, determined to pull an orgasm from your shuddering body. “Can you cum for me?”

It was like he had put on a whole new confidence, a whole new man now that he was finally getting what he always wanted. You were barely holding on, slipping off the edge-

“EddieEddieEddie, oh god, oh fuck-!”

You cried out, a loud, desperate, broken moan as your vision went white and you fisted your hands in Eddie’s hair, grinding your hips against his face as you came harder than you ever had. Eddie groaned and took everything you gave him, like it was the sweetest nectar from the gods and he’d never get a taste again.

He kept going until you were pushing him away, too sensitive to stand any more. He pulled back to look up at you - looking absolutely sinful, his lips and chin wet with your slick and his eyes wide and adoring.

“Can I please fuck you again?”

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise - “What?”

You looked down, and sure enough, Eddie was fully hard again. He wrapped a hand around himself, desperate for some kind of pressure on his aching dick, his sweaty, tattooed chest heaving while he looked down at you like he was ready to devour you all over again.

“Please,” he said. “I couldn’t help it. That was so fucking hot. Please.”

Stunned, you simply nodded.

Eddie wasted no time in climbing back over you, kissing your neck, your face, your chest. He lined himself back up and pushed himself inside with a whine.

“Shit,” he whimpered. “Oh, fuck. I really won’t last.”

He pulled his hips back and snapped them into you, building a fast, desperate pace. You were so sensitive, your mind turning to a lustful haze, all you cared about was the feeling of Eddie’s massive cock sinking into you, to the fucking hilt each and every time.

Eddie couldn’t think straight. It was pure animalistic instinct, driving into you like he would die if he didn’t. The noise of his skin meeting yours filled the room, with his breathy groans and your fucked-out whimpers.

Suddenly, you sobbed, clenched around him, holding him tight, throbbing-

“Are you cumming again?” Eddie asked, looking at you in disbelief. “Oh fuck, oh Christ-“

He let out a roar of a moan, wrapping his arms around your body in a tight hug, his face buried in your neck while he bucked his hips into you, filling you with his release for the second time. He rode out his high until he couldn’t take it anymore, stilling, trembling.

You stayed like that for a few minutes, both completely wrapped up in each other, unable to let go of the tight grip you had on one other. Finally, finally, Eddie lifted his head from your shoulder and looked down into your eyes.

He looked so blissed out, looking at you in wonder, sweat creating a sheen on his forehead, lips red from biting them. You were in much the same condition, body flushed, eyebrows furrowed, pretty lips parted as you looked up at him.

“Eddie…” you whispered. You didn’t have to say more - he could feel everything you left unsaid.

When he reluctantly pulled out, he collapsed on the bed next to you. He wrapped an arm around your middle, pulling you as close to him as possible.

“Don’t leave,” he whispered, his nose nudging the shell of your ear. “Stay the night.”

You couldn’t say no.

“Well boys, I may be a third year senior, but I’ve graduated from what matters. I’m not a virgin anymore.”

That got everyone’s attention at the table. The guys looked at him, both dumbfounded - and also not believing a word he said.

“With who?” Jeff asked suspiciously, his brows drawn together. “You finally call that groupie from the Hideout?”

“No,” Eddie said, sly grin on his face. He opened his lunchbox, smiling to himself like he was proud. He opened a bag of chips, popping one into his mouth. “That’s the best part.”

“Who, then?” Gareth asked, humoring Eddie. 

Eddie looked across the cafeteria. You were standing in the line, laughing with Carol. You were wearing the sweetest little sundress, and all Eddie could think about was getting beneath it. You glanced over, sending him a brilliant smile that had his chest aching for you. He turned back to his friends, eagerly awaiting the answer. 

When your name rolled off his tongue, silence descended over the group. Then - laughter. Eddie’s face dropped as his friends laughed harder than he’d ever seen.

“Yeah, and I’m the Queen of England,” Grant said.

“How was that dream? Did you wake up sticky?” Jeff joked.

“Mastubating with her panties doesn’t count,” Gareth said.

Heat spread through Eddie’s body, both anger and embarrassment. Sure, it was unlikely, but they really had no faith in him? They thought it was that impossible?

“I’m being serious,” Eddie said. “We-“

“Man, I think you’re getting a little too obsessed,” Gareth said. “You’re losing it.”

“I am not crazy!” Eddie exclaimed. “Jesus, is it really that hard to believe that she might like me back?”

That comment settled over the group. Gareth, Jeff, and Grant looked at each other - and Eddie thought maybe they might listen to him. But then they started laughing again, and Eddie’s heart sank.

“Good one, Eddie,” Jeff said. “Almost had me for a second there.”

Eddie deflated. His friends really thought he didn’t have a chance in hell with you. They thought you were so far out of his league, the idea was laughable.

It kind of hurt.

Eddie gave up the subject as Dustin, Mike, and Lucas approached the table with their lunch trays - not the conversation to have in front of his lost little sheepies.

Lunch moved on as normal, but Eddie was still bothered. Sure, he was a freak, and probably the least popular student  in Hawkins while you were the most - but that didn’t mean he wasn’t good enough for you, right?

Maybe they were right.

Standing at the mirror in your en suite bathroom, you applied your lipstick in the mirror. Rubbing your lips together and cleaning up the smudge that escaped your lower lip, you were finally satisfied with the look. You wore a low cut black top with a short skirt, your hair perfectly styled.

Eddie was gonna lose his mind.

Slipping your heels on your feet, you walked out of your room and down the hall.

“Seeing Steve?”

You froze, rolling your eyes before turning around. “What do you care?”

Jason crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, in his usual varsity jacket, polo, and jeans. He looked smug, but when didn’t he?

“Just checking on my sister. Wouldn’t want her out getting herself in trouble.” His eyes quickly scanned your outfit. “Especially dressed like that.”

You were losing your patience fast. “It’s none of your business where I’m going,” you said. “Don’t you have plans with your boyfriends?”

He dropped the smirk. “Fuck you. You’re such a bitch.”

“Wonder where I got it from,” you rolled your eyes again, crossing your arms. “Are we good here? Can I go?”

Jason scoffed. “Yeah, I guess so. Have fun being treated like nothing but a hole to fuck - seems like you like that, though.”

Having heard enough, you turned and stomped down the stairs. Thinking you were in the clear after escaping Jason, you let out a breath. You were almost free, hand on the doorknob, when-

“And where are you going looking like that?”

You wanted to scream. You wanted to punch a wall, to throw something, to run away. Instead, you turned.

“I’m going out with a friend,” you said, crossing your arms over yourself more in an attempt to hide than to have an attitude.

Your mother looked at you with clear disapproval, full glass of wine in her hand - definitely not her first of the night. “You look like a whore.”

The words struck you like a slap. You winced, looking down at your feet. You didn’t know what to say. There wasn’t anything to say.

“Are you one?” she asked, taking a step closer to you. “Going to meet up with some boy, I suppose. Maybe if you spent more time with your brother and his friends, you’d have some respect for yourself.”

You just nodded, the anger and shame rolling in your chest. There was no point arguing back with your mother. She was sure to smack you back down anyway.

She shook her head, slowly. “How did I end up with a daughter like you?”

You waited until she had returned to the living room to polish off that glass of wine and pour another. You willed the tears brewing in your eyes not to fall - you didn’t want to ruin your makeup, after all - and snatched your car keys from the hook by the door.

And went off into the night.

You’ve pulled yourself together by the time Eddie opens the door to find you standing on his porch, looking sorely out of place in his trailer park. His lips curled into a grin and he held a hand out that you accepted. He brought your hand to his mouth and placed a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

“You look beautiful,” he said.

You blushed, taking in Eddie’s ripped jeans with the chain attached and Iron Maiden t-shirt. The bad boy metalhead look was really doing it for you - you had to admit.

“Thank you,” you smiled. Eddie stepped back into the trailer, never letting go of your hand - then pulled you into him. You squealed and laughed as you crashed into Eddie’s firm chest, looking up at him with sparkles in your eyes. He pressed his lips to yours in a passionate kiss, stealing the breath from your lungs.

It was still so new to you. You never expected that you would have butterflies in your stomach because of Eddie Munson. You never expected that you would be dressing up for him because you wanted him to think you looked beautiful. Never would you have thought you’d be sneaking out of your house just to see him again.

“I, uh…” he said shyly after you had parted. “I got some…movies from Family Video. I thought maybe you might want to watch one?”

You were a little taken aback - with Steve, it seemed like it was always just sex. You assumed all Eddie had wanted was sex, too, but - this was a pleasant surprise. You smiled at him. “Yeah. That sounds nice.”

You curled up with Eddie on the couch in the living room of the trailer, watching Day of the Dead. A couple of times you winced, hiding your face in Eddie’s chest - he ate it up, pulling you closer, his arm around you.

“It’s okay, baby,” he whispered against the top of your head. “I’ve got you.”

When the movie was over, Eddie shut the TV off. He looked down at you. “D’you have to go?” he asked quietly, nose nudging your cheek. He placed a gentle kiss against your jaw.

It really didn’t take any convincing. “I don’t have to,” you said. “No one will notice if I don’t come back on time.”

Eddie was relieved to hear you could stay, but his chest ached for you at your words. He didn’t know much about your home life - besides that Jason was your twin brother, and that was bad enough.

He rested his hand on the side of your face, his thumb caressing the skin there. “Wanna go to my room?”

Minutes later and you were on Eddie’s bed once again, your arms wrapped around his neck while he kissed you like you were the air he needed to breathe. His hand was up your shirt, groping at your tits - god, he was obsessed with them - already hard beneath the confines of his jeans.

He was breathing heavily as he rested his forehead against yours, trying to get his bearings. His head was spinning with how turned on he was, how badly he wanted to have you again.

“Can I take it off?” He whispered, pulling at the hem of your top.

You nodded. Eddie wasted no time, throwing the top to the floor and pressing kisses to the tops of your breasts, sucking the skin into his mouth and leaving marks. You moaned, arching your back. There wasn’t a single thought in your head anymore other than Eddie.

His hands slid around your back, fumbling with the clasp of your bra. It took him a while to get it, but eventually he sighed in victory as it came undone and the material fell away, revealing your perfect bare tits. He grabbed them in his large hands, rubbing his thumb over your nipples. He stayed there for a while.

“…Having fun?” you asked with a giggle, relaxing back on his pillows while Eddie lavished attention on your chest.

“Fuck yeah,” he said, not even looking up to meet your eyes. “I fuckin’ love these.”

You hummed, enjoying the feeling. He rutted his clothed cock against your thigh, groaning. You ran your hands beneath his shirt, feeling his soft stomach, his chest. You pulled the worn band tee over his head and tossed it away with your own.

Before long you were both completely naked again, Eddie holding your body close to his own. His cock was throbbing against you, so desperate for something, anything. 

“Can I try something?” he asked breathlessly, looking down at you.

You furrowed your brows slightly. “Sure,” you said. You didn’t need to know what it was - you would let him do whatever he wanted. It was too fun.

He threw a leg over your body, straddling your stomach. You looked up at him with wide eyes, his massive cock at eye level. He rubbed the tip of his cock around each of your nipples, slowly, tortuously - then slipped his shaft between them, holding them close around it.

You gasped as Eddie rolled his hips, his cock dragging between your breasts. His eyes were glazed over, looking down at you with pure lust as he thrusted again, fucking your tits. He groaned loud, throwing his head back.

“Is that good?” you asked softly, watching him use your body to pleasure himself. “Feel good?”

Eddie nodded quickly, continuing to thrust his hips against you. “S-so good,” he stuttered, moving his hips faster.

You looked up at him through your lashes, and opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out to brush against the tip of his cock every time he rocked forward.

He gasped, quickly turning into a moan, moving faster and faster and faster-

His thighs were trembling around your body, his hands squeezing your tits tighter. He was rutting his cock between them, panting, little whines on the end of each breath.

“Make yourself cum, baby,” you said. “You’re doing so good, so fucking good.”

“Yeah?” he rasped. “Want me to- to c-um?” He was so close already, that heat spreading throughout his body. The way you looked beneath him, beautiful face, shining eyes looking up at him, and your tongue sticking out, rubbing against that sensitive underside of his cock-

He cried out and came hard, his spend shooting onto your face, tongue, and chest in endless ropes while he shook and whimpered and rode out every last aftershock.

After he had calmed down enough to move, he climbed off of you on shaking legs. He took in your appearance while you looked up at him, your expression far too sweet for the sinful view in front of him. 

You were laying in his bed, naked, covered in his cum.

“God,” Eddie breathed. “You- you look…”

An idea struck you at that moment. You looked over at his dresser, seeing the polaroid camera sitting on the edge that you had noticed earlier. You nodded towards it. “Get the camera.”

His eyes practically bugged out of his head, but he quickly jumped up and grabbed it. He came back over to you holding the instant camera between his hands, a nervous grin on his flushed face.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Yes, Eddie,” you said, full of confidence, a smirk on your face. “Then you’ll really have something to look at.”

Eddie was in love.

He lifted the camera to his face, seeing you through the viewfinder. You laid splayed out across his bed, his release coating your tits and face, looking like the hottest thing he’d ever seen - none of the barely touched dirty magazines beneath his bed could compare to this.

He snapped the photo. When it printed, he watched it develop until that beautiful sight revealed itself in front of his eyes. His breath got caught in his throat - it was perfect. It was fucking filthy. He took another, just because.

“Can I, uh…keep this in my wallet?” Eddie asked, looking at you sheepishly.

You smirked up at him. “Sure, Eds.”

After cleaning you up, Eddie repaid the favor between your legs. He brought you to heaven on his tongue three times before he let you go, you reluctantly mumbling about needing to get home before your parents realized you weren’t there in the morning and called the national guard.

You both redressed, pulling your bra, top, and skirt back on. You picked up your lacy black panties from the floor of Eddie’s bedroom - where it felt like they belonged. His heart was beating in his ears when you walked up to him and rested a hand on his chest.

“Here,” you said, stuffing the panties into his jeans pocket. “For your collection.”

Eddie was obsessed with that photo.

He looked at it every day, multiple times a day. It was infinitely better than your cheer photo (although that still got pulled out, too). He couldn’t get enough of it.

The flush on your skin. Your half lidded bedroom eyes. Your naked body on full display. The cum coating your tits and face - his cum. That expression on your face, so seductive. He wanted to go back to that moment again and again.

He had the photo in his wallet as he walked into school. It felt like it weighed 50 pounds there, he couldn’t think of anything else. A few times he snuck off to the bathroom, just to pull it out and look at it for a minute.

You gave him a smirk and a wink when you passed him in the hall, making his cheeks burn. He couldn’t wait for the next time he’d get to be alone with you.

He couldn’t stop looking at the photo any chance he got. As he left his last class before lunch, he thought maybe just one more peek before going to the cafeteria. He snuck off into the bathroom, closing himself in a stall and reaching into his pocket, taking his wallet out and opening it-

Finding nothing.

He froze. His body felt ice cold. He knew it was in that pocket of his wallet, it had been all day, but he checked the whole thing just in case. Empty.

Pure panic struck into his chest. He rushed out of the bathroom, sprinting to his last class. The room was empty. He searched all around his desk - inside it, on the floor beneath it, the floor of the whole room. He rushed through the hallways, every classroom he’d been in since he looked at it last - it was nowhere.

He felt sick to his stomach as he walked to the cafeteria. What had he done?

Jason was at his locker after school when Andy approached him - cautiously. He knew how Jason’s temper could be, and he was worried he was about to be on the receiving end of it.

“Uh, hey, man,” Andy said, apprehension evident in his voice. Jason turned to his best friend.

“What’s up?” he asked, his brows furrowed. He shut the locker door, giving Andy his full attention. Besides the confusion on his face, he seemed relaxed, in a good mood.

“Uh…” Andy scratched the back of his neck. “I don’t know how to tell you this.”

“Just say it,” Jason said, beginning to lose his patience. The anticipation was making him anxious. Whatever it was, it was bad. “What’s going on?”

“Look, Jason,” Andy said. “I just, uh…look, as soon as I saw it I came here. It hasn’t been seen by anyone after me. But I, uh, just thought you should know this was being passed around.”

Andy held out a polaroid photo, upside down. Jason looked down at it, then glanced back up at Andy - who was looking anywhere but at Jason. He took the photo from his friend’s hand, and turned it over.

“Oh, Jesus Christ.”

He felt sick. He felt angry. Nausea roiled in his stomach, and fire spread through his veins, making him shake. “What the fuck?”

“I don’t know, man, I swear,” Andy said quickly, holding his hands up. “It was being passed around in the locker room, and I came straight to you. I don’t know where it came from.”

Jason clenched his fist, tensing his jaw. His breathing picked up, head spinning, tunnel vision. The anger was clear in his eyes - Andy backed up.

He turned and punched the locker, leaving a deep dent.

Steve stood in the locker room, laughing with some of his teammates. He was shirtless, still wearing his jeans. He didn’t even look when Jason came in.

“Harrington!”

Steve turned just in time to feel a heavy force against his chest, slamming his back into the lockers and knocking the air from his lungs. His wide eyes met Jason’s fiery ones. The rest of the team backed off, staying out of it.

“What the fu-“

Jason swung his fist, catching him right in the jaw. Steve’s head was knocked to the side, blood spraying from his mouth. Steve recovered quickly, shoving Jason off of him.

“What the fuck, man?” he said, holding his jaw. “What the hell was that for?”

Jason held the photo in front of Steve’s face with a hand that shook in anger. Steve looked at it, his face conveying complete surprise.

“What the fuck have you done?” Jason screamed in his face. “You fucking creep. I’ve had about enough of you.”

Steve snatched the photo from Jason’s hand, looking at it closer. “Jesus,” he whispered. “I don’t- I didn’t-“

“I know damn well this was you, you fucking piece of shit,” Jason yelled, getting in Steve’s face. “She’s done nothing but give you everything you want, and you treat her like a fucking-“ He stopped, rubbing a hand over his face. He was furious. He was more than furious.

“I didn’t fucking do this,” Steve said, still looking down at the photo. The anger was building within him, too. “That’s not my fucking bed. I don’t- I don’t know who took this.”

“You’re a fucking liar-“

“I’m not!” Steve yelled back. “Fuck! That doesn’t look anything like my room. I swear to god, I didn’t take that fucking picture.”

Steve looked sincere. Lost for words, Jason took a step back. “You didn't take it.”

“No, dude,” he said. “I- I didn’t even know she was sleeping with anybody else. I don’t know anything about it.”

Steve was pale as he looked at the photo. He didn’t like seeing you like that, knowing it wasn’t him you were with. The idea of you with another guy made him sick.

Jason looked at him for a minute longer, before snatching the photo out of his hand. He pointed his finger in his face- “Let me find out you’re lying, Harrington.”

And with that, he stomped out of the locker room.

“I’m so fucking sorry,” Eddie said for the millionth time. “I swear I never would have let it out of my sight, I never would have done this on purpose, I’m not like that, baby, I promise you-“

“Eddie,” you said, putting a stop to his rambling. “Please. I get it.”

“I just don’t want you to hate me,” he said. His eyes were glassy, and he had never felt so panicked, so guilty, so distraught in his life. “That picture was for me only. You’re my dream girl, baby. I would never in a million years do anything to fuck that up.”

You knew he was telling the truth. You knew it was an accident. But still, it was your naked photo that got passed around the school, it was your body the entirety of Hawkins High got a full view of, and it was you that would have to live with it.

“It was careless, Eds!”

“I know,” he said. He dropped to his knees in front of where you sat at the end of your bed. “Fuck, I know. I can’t…I can’t tell you how fucking sorry I am. How badly I regret it.”

You had told him he could carry the photo with him, sure, but you thought he’d be careful. You knew he genuinely regretted it, he was so remorseful, and when he looked up at you with those big doe eyes, it was hard to stay mad. But this was something he couldn’t undo.

“I get it, Eddie, but you can’t take this back.”

“Is there any way I can make it up to you?” he begged, pleaded. He clutched your hands in his. He would go to the ends of the earth to make things right.

“You really fucked me over, you know that?” you ranted. “How am I supposed to live that down? I don’t know if we can see each other anymore, I mean, I have to fucking explain this to everyone. You’re such an asshole, Eddie, I trusted you-“

Eddie pressed his lips to yours, cutting you off.

Your eyes went wide. You shoved him away from you. “What the fuck?”

You looked at each other, Eddie’s chest heaving with his breaths. It felt like electricity between you, an invisible pull, stronger than anything you’d ever felt-

You grabbed his shirt in your fists and pulled him into a fiery kiss. Eddie wasted no time in pushing you back and crawling over your body onto your bed, his tongue in your mouth and his knee slotting between your legs.

It was passionate, sloppy, and desperate. Eddie rucked your shirt up and off, mouthing at your tits as he exposed them. You moaned, arching your back into his mouth. You clawed at his back, pulling his shirt up and over his head. 

“Come on, I’m aching for you, baby,” Eddie murmured, rocking his hips against you. “Need you so bad.”

You could feel how bad.

You flipped the two of you over so you were on top, pinning his wrists down and catching Eddie off guard. He groaned as you kissed his tattooed chest, placing kisses lower, lower, lower. He watched you with rapt attention as you made it to his hips, undoing his belt and jeans. He lifted his hips to help you pull them down to his thighs.

His hard cock slapped against his stomach, precum already dripping onto his skin. Your mouth watered at the sight. You moved forward and licked a stripe from his balls to the tip of his cock.

Eddie groaned, his head dropping back against your pillows. “J-Jesus,” he stuttered. “Oh my god.”

You wrapped your lips around his tip, tasting him. Swirling your tongue around it, you slowly began taking him deeper and deeper down your throat.

“Oh, fuck,” Eddie moaned, watching your every move. This might have been the best thing he’d ever seen in his life. You with your pretty lips wrapped around his cock, looking up at him, making eye contact as you sucked him-

You bobbed your head on his cock, taking him deeper with every stroke. Eddie’s hand came to rest on your head, carding through your hair. He didn’t push - just held on.

“Fuck,” he moaned. “That’s- shit, oh my god. You’re so cool, fuck.”

You almost laughed, but kept going, lifting a hand to massage his balls. He whimpered, his cock twitching in your mouth. You took him deep, humming around him and sending vibrations through him.

Eddie cried out, throwing his head back. His thighs were quivering, little gasps and moans spilling from his lips. You ran your tongue along the underside with every movement, paying special attention to right below his head.

Eddie was huffing, barely holding on. His hips thrusted up into your mouth, hard, and you gagged.

“Shit,” he hissed, his hips involuntarily bucking into your mouth. He couldn’t stop, even though he felt

bad - it was too good. “Sorry, fuck, sorry, ‘m sorry-“

You traced the vein on his cock with your tongue, making him whimper. Saliva dripped from your lips down his shaft, sloppy and messy and perfect. You swallowed around it, taking everything Eddie was giving you as he fucked your mouth.

“Fuck! Fuck-“ he rasped. “Jesus, baby, I- I’m gonna- gonna cum, please, wanna be inside you, wanna fill you-“

You pulled off of him, and his slick cock landed against his stomach, throbbing. He whimpered. Even though he’d told you to stop, he missed the delicious warmth of your mouth.

He flipped the two of you back over, pulling your panties off and pushing your skirt up. He traced his cock through your folds, soaking wet and ready for him. He lined himself up, his pants still down around his thighs. His eyes met yours, and he pushed inside.

You whined at the stretch, and Eddie’s eyes fluttered closed from the pleasure. He sunk into you inch by delicious inch, making you feel so impossibly full.

He drew back, before snapping his hips back into you. You cried out, his cock so deep in you you could feel him everywhere. He set a quick, frantic pace, fucking you like he might die if he wasnt inside you.

“You feel so good,” Eddie moaned into your neck, hips rocking along with yours. Your bodies moved together like they were meant to be connected, like you belonged like this. “So good, you’re so good. Tight and hot and wet - fuck - so perfect for me-“

“Eddie,” you whined, arching your back, your bare chest pressed against his. He sucked at your neck, leaving marks. He wished he could carve his name, so everyone would know you’d been fucked by him. That it was him who marked you in that photo.

“You moan my name so pretty, baby,” he groaned. “Sounds so good. Fuck, even better than I imagined.”

Eddie pulled back, looking down at you. You looked so hot when you were getting fucked - even better when he was the one fucking you. His lips parted in awe, he watched your face as he rutted into you, faster and faster, his release building-

The door slammed open.

“Where the fuck did this picture-“

You screamed, and Eddie quickly rolled off of you. He pulled his pants up as fast as possible as you covered your chest with the sheets. Jason stood in the doorway, absolutely stunned as he looked between the two of you. Then, his face twisted into pure anger. He looked at you.

“Eddie fucking Munson?” he screamed. “You’re fucking the freak now?”

Jason stomped over, grabbing Eddie by the arm and throwing him to the floor. Eddie hit the ground with a huff, holding his hands up. “Please, man-“

“You sick fucking bastard,” Jason said. He swung, hitting Eddie in the face, knocking him back. Eddie groaned, covering his face.

“JASON!” you screamed. “Stop, jesus!”

“How dare you touch my sister, you fucking freak!” Jason yelled. He swung again, hitting Eddie hard. Eddie fell back against the floor, blood spraying onto your carpet. He hit him again, and again.

“Jason!” you shrieked, jumping off the bed with the sheet clutched to your chest. You pulled on his arm, trying to drag him away from Eddie. Jason spun on you, pointing his finger in your face.

“You fucking idiot,” he seethed. “You let this freak take those pictures of you like that? You let him touch you?”

“Jason-“

“No,” he said. “Why do you have to be such a fucking slut? First Steve, now Munson - what’s next? Hargrove? One of Munson’s freak friends?”

“Don’t fucking talk to her that way,” Eddie mumbled weakly from the ground.

Jason turned, kicking Eddie hard in the stomach. “Shut the fuck up! You’ve done enough!”

You were sobbing, tears streaming down your face as you tried to get your brother to stop. “Jason, please! Just go!”

“Do you know how embarrassing it is to be your brother?” Jason said, turning back to you. “You disgraced the whole fucking family, whoring around town. Everyone knows what you are. That’s the only reason he’s here - he knows you’re easy.”

The words hit as if he’d punched you, too. “I hate you!”

“I don’t fucking care if you hate me,” he said. He took one last look between the two of you, kicking Eddie hard in the stomach one more time. Eddie curled into a ball with a groan as Jason finally left, slamming your door behind him.

You dropped to your knees next to Eddie. “Oh fuck, oh jesus-“

Eddie groaned, his face caked in blood. You pushed the hair out of his face, assessing the damage. He had a deep black eye blooming, his lip split. He opened his eyes just barely to look at you.

“Eddie, I’m so sorry,” you cried. “I’m so fucking sorry. I never should have brought you here. I never should have-“

“Not your fault, princess,” he said weakly, grabbing onto your hand. It broke your heart.

“It is,” you said softly. “It is my fault.”

A few minutes later and Eddie was sitting on your bed, frozen peas held to his eye. You dabbed at his lip with a piece of gauze from the first aid kit sitting on the bed next to him.

“Could be worse,” Eddie said, wincing as pain shot through his jaw.

“…It’s pretty bad, Eds,” you said gently. You wiped the last of the blood off his cheek, then lowered your hand with a sigh.

“Does it make me look tough?” he asked, grinning slightly - until he winced again, his whole head feeling like he’d been hit by a truck.

“Eddie…” you looked down at your feet. “I don’t think we can see each other anymore.”

Eddie’s face dropped. “Baby, no. Please. Don’t say that.”

“This is my fault,” you said. “I knew what Jason would do if he caught us. And I did it anyway, I brought you here anyway.”

“Baby…” Eddie reached for your hand. “I knew what he would do, too, and I still did it. I was okay with that possibility. I was okay with it because I wanted you. I still want you, getting my ass kicked or not.”

“I just can’t live with myself after that,” you said. “I can’t live with myself knowing you’re in danger because of me, knowing your life is going to be worse because of me.”

Eddie chuckled, but there wasn’t much humor behind it. “Baby, Jason has already hated me. That’s nothing new.”

“You weren’t fucking his twin sister before.”

“That just makes it better,” he said. “Please, princess. Don’t do this. I- I love you.” The words struck both of you deep - neither of you expected it. “I love you, and I can’t lose you now that I have you. I couldn’t live with that. Please.”

“Ed…” you sighed. “I think you should go home.”

Eddie just looked at you. You weren’t budging. His heart was cracking into a million pieces in his chest. He had never had something so perfect slip from his grasp like this, and it was devastating.

“Baby, please, don’t- don’t do this,” his voice cracked.

You shook your head. “Go home, Eds.”

He looked at you. He debated begging, getting on his hands and knees and sobbing at your feet. But instead he stood, grabbing his t-shirt and pulling it over his head. He gave you one last look at the door - sitting on your bed, your head in your hands - and he left.

Eddie was miserable without you.

And you were miserable without Eddie. That was the truth. You missed him every second of every day. You longed for him. Your heart and your body craved him.

It wasn’t hard for the Hawkins student body to figure out who took the photo when Eddie showed up to school with two deep black eyes, cuts and bruises on his face. Everyone whispered about the two of you behind your backs, the girls on the squad giving you strange looks every time they saw you.

Carol and Tina didn’t understand, but they didn’t turn on you, at least. It felt like they were your only friends for a while.

“Really?” Steve had said, after pulling you into the locker room at school to talk privately. “Eddie Munson? You let that freak touch you like that?”

It was clear he was hurt. His eyes wide, brows furrowed. His usual confident stature was instead hunched, his shoulders dropped. He looked horrified at what you’d done.

“I like him, Steve,” you said, defeated. 

“I just don’t understand.” He shook his head. “You could have had anyone- we could’ve- you were mine.”

“We broke up,” you reminded him. “Remember? It was nothing but sex between us anymore.”

Steve’s face crumpled - as if he finally realized how he had lost you, and that it was his fault. “Baby-“

“He’s good to me,” you said. “He was good to me.”

He looked at you, pained. “And I wasn’t.”

It wasn’t a question.

You didn’t speak to Jason. He was furious with you, and you were furious with him. Things at home were extremely tense.

At school, he pretended like you didn’t exist. His friends snickered at you in the hallway, whispering things like “slut”, “whore”, “freak fucker”. You didn’t particularly care what his asshole friends thought, but it did start to weigh on you.

Every time you saw Eddie in the halls, the guilt ate you alive. He’d taken a lot of hits. He had a mean black eye, his lip busted, bruises on his jaw. He had bruises all over his stomach and chest, too. Jason had gotten him good.

Despite that, he still tried to catch your eye in the hall, still tried to talk to you. You avoided him - he didn’t deserve to get involved with you. He deserved better than what he’d have to deal with.

You hadn’t ever felt so alone.

Eddie craved you like no other.

He watched every move you made, every time someone gave you shit for being involved with him he had to hold himself back - he wasn’t exactly in any shape to fight.

A couple of days after the incident, he noticed you weren’t at school. Not the next day, or the day after that either. Jason was there. It filled him with a deep anxiety, his stomach churning.

When you hadn’t been at school for a week, he decided he’d had enough worrying.

Sneaking out during lunch, he went to his van. It took a few tries for the old thing to turn over, but it finally did. He drove a direction he’d only been a handful of times - into the nicest part of Hawkins. Where you lived.

A small, locally owned supermarket caught his attention on the way. On a pure whim, he whipped the van into the parking lot like a maniac and ran inside. The cashier gave him a strange look as he checked out - no doubt wondering who had beat the shit out of him and why - but Eddie paid it no mind. He hurried back to the van and the rest of the way to the Carver house.

He was relieved to see only your car in the drive when he pulled up to the fancy two-story home. He gripped the bouquet in his sweaty hand, headed up the walkway, and rapped on the door.

When he didn’t get an answer within a minute, he knocked again. Then again, louder.

Finally, the front door swung open. You stood on the other side, looking irritated - until you saw Eddie. Your face softened, your mouth dropping open. “Eddie-“

“Please,” he said, cutting you off. “Please. Can I come in? I just want to talk.”

You hesitated. Finally, you stepped back, letting him into the house. “Yeah, come in.”

Eddie stepped into your house for the second time in his life. He took in the grand entryway, the huge, fancy living room off to the right, the massive kitchen ahead with a marble island. He felt sorely out of place.

“Oh, uh, these are for you,” he said, handing you the bouquet of tulips. You took them and brought them to your noise, smiling softly.

“Thank you,” you said. “Let me get a vase for it.”

You scurried off to the living room, leaving Eddie behind. He debated if he should follow you, but ultimately stayed put until you came back a minute later, the flowers in a vase in your hand.

“Come on. Let’s go to my room.”

Eddie kicked his shoes off by the door and obediently followed you upstairs, the hardwood creaking under his feet. In your bedroom, you sat the vase on your dresser and closed - and locked - the door behind you. You were alone, but weren’t taking any chances.

“Eddie-“

“Please, just listen to me,” he said. He grabbed your hands in his. “I know I messed up-“

“It’s not about that,” you said. “I swear it’s not about that. I just…watching Jason hurt you like that- I couldn’t live with myself. I’ve felt like shit since it happened. It was my fault.”

“Baby, no.” He pulled you closer. “You can’t blame yourself for something your asshole brother did.”

“I do, though,” you mumbled. “I know how he is. And I brought you here. I thought he’d be at practice, but I was wrong, and you paid for it.”

“And I’d do it again if it meant I could be with you.”

You looked up at him with sad eyes, tears brimming. Gently, you raised your hand and rested it on the side of Eddie’s battered face. “Look at you, Eddie.”

“I don’t care,” he said. “I don’t give a fuck about Jason or any of his friends, I promise you. I don’t care about Steve Harrington. I don’t care about anyone in Hawkins the way I care about you.”

You parted your lips to speak, but before you could, he pulled you into him, pressing his lips to yours in a soft kiss that conveyed every ounce of love he felt for you. It was gentle - his lip still hurt - but he didn’t care about that. All he cared about was showing you what you meant to him.

The tears escaped your eyes, falling down your face as you kissed Eddie back. His arms slid around your waist while yours wrapped around his neck. He held you close, his body pressed against yours.

He pulled back, resting his forehead against yours. “I love you. I mean that. And I’d do anything to make sure you know it.”

“I do know it,” you whispered. “And I…I love you too.”

Eddie smiled. “Then that’s all that matters.”

You shook your head, a breathless chuckle. “You’re crazy, Eddie Munson.”

His smile only grew. “Only for you.”

Being Eddie’s girlfriend was better than you ever could have dreamed.

He treated you like a princess, for one. He may not have had a lot of money for fancy dates and gifts like Steve, but that didn’t matter to you. Eddie loved you, he worshipped the ground you walked on. It was different - you’d never been treated that way before.

You’d never had someone love you like that.

Jason and Steve were not happy, but you couldn’t have cared less. Steve continued to try to get you back - the first time he’d grabbed your ass in the hall after you had started dating Eddie, you nearly hit him yourself. He got the hint pretty quick, although he didn’t give up the idea that you’d come to your senses one day.

Things with Jason were even worse. He wouldn’t even speak to you, wouldn’t look at you. He pretended you didn’t exist at home. You honestly preferred it that way.

Eddie’s friends couldn’t believe he had been telling the truth. They were all too scared to talk to you, but Eddie loved watching them eat their words. Every time he brought you to the lunch table or to Hellfire, sitting on his lap and kissing him as many times as possible, they’d all just stare.

“Hi, princess,” Eddie greeted you with a smirk after cheer practice, leaning against his van. You were still in your uniform, and you ran and jumped into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist.

He laughed as you kissed him, holding you tight. He’d recovered since the Jason incident, his bruises fading and cuts healing. He looked like himself again - your handsome boyfriend.

“Missed you,” you mumbled against his lips. You kissed him again, longer this time.

“I watched you practice,” he said, laughing again. “I’ve been here the whole time.”

You shrugged, unable to wipe the grin off your face. “Still missed you.”

You knew you had an audience, but you didn’t care. He sat you back down on your feet, his arms still wrapped around you. “Ready to go?”

“Fuck yeah,” you said. “Get me out of here.”

You climbed into the passenger seat of Eddie’s old van. He shot you a smirk before he started the engine, backing the van out of the parking space and driving away from Hawkins like a maniac. As usual.

As he drove, he rested his hand on your thigh. He still couldn’t believe he had you here with him - his girlfriend. He glanced over at you, your hair blowing in the wind, the sun kissing your skin and lighting you up from the inside. Beautiful.

Maybe dreams do come true.

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The five of you walked into the dimly lit club and were immediately engulfed with the sounds of an entrancing beat that dictated the flow of the crowd ahead of you. You, Soap, and Gaz had done a number of shots before leaving base under the amused gazes of your two commanding officers. Soap and Gaz were tied, each downing 6 shots, while you’d only been able to stomach 3 and kind of a half. You knew that if you’d had anymore in that short span of time, the boys might have to carry you out of the club. It was Halloween night and the boys had all decided to dress as figures from classic horror films. Soap had decided to emulate Chucky, with a bright striped shirt, a pair of overalls and a cheap red halloween wig. Gaz felt that the Candyman might have been a good fit, so he tugged on a faux fear coat from who knows where, and donned a plastic hook for a hand. Your commanding officers however? They both decided that Ghostface was the best fitting costume, seeing that there was almost always a Duo behind the classic slasher and that it was the quickest costume to get into. 

You, on the other hand, were absolutely sick of being in camo, stiff pants, t-shirts, and boots, so you decided to be a fairy. A bright pink fairy. You ordered the cutest flowy wig you could find, with a pink flower crown, a sparkly pink mini skirt, a baby pink pair of heels that you could dance in, a pair of tiny pink wings, and a fluffy pink top that ruffled around your hips like the petals of a flower. You went all out with your makeup; layered on the blush, faux freckles, various shades of pink eyeshadow, lashes, and a nice neutral soft lip. You looked absolutely gorgeous and it was truly a sight to see, a bright pink fairy walking into the club with a group of slashers at her side. Was it intimidating or ironic?

The cold air from outside barely had an impact on you, Gaz, and Johnny since your bodies were being warmed by your alcohol jackets. Most of the group found a booth that was tucked into a corner next to the dancefloor. You dropped your purse off at the table with the boys and made it your mission to visualize where the bar was. Once you had eyes on the packed counter, you made your way over there in long confident strides, a smile plastered on your face, and an “excuse me” ready on the tip of your tongue as you buzzed through the crowd. You squeezed your way through the bunch of people crowding the bar and made contact with the counter top. You rested an arm on the polished wood and prepared yourself to order a round for the table. 

You just barely flipped your hair off of one shoulder when your gaze landed on a tall, ever imposing ghostface making his way toward you. With all of the liquor running through your system, you couldn’t tell who was Price and who was Simon. The black drapes that flowed over the man’s body stifled any chance at you clocking any distinguishing features. Hopefully, the man would say something, so you could try to place his identity. Your lidded eyes traced their way down his massive body as he stopped and stood behind you, almost at the ready like a guard dog. He had obviously noticed the way your hazy eyes trailed down his body, seeing that subtlety and drunkenness never mixed well. It truly could be either man. They were both so large and intimidating. Their presence had already commanded any room they entered, but being masked and drenched completely in black had increased the intimidation factor through the roof. Simon being masked was completely normal, and in the beginning was a point of anxiety for you seeing that it was unnerving working with a masked figure but at some point it grew on you. It grew on you so much that you had had a number of dreams about him taking control of you, masked, and breathless. Seeing the man dressed truly like a haunting figure had your stomach in knots.

The liquor was starting to warm your body in other ways and standing next to the behemoth of a man had something fluttering deep inside of you. You hadn’t even realized that you were still staring at the man with lazy, doe-like eyes and your bottom lip pulled between your teeth. Your gaze flicked up toward his and you felt your face flush, knowing that you’d been caught. 

“You playing babysitter tonight?” You cleared your throat and flipped your hair in his direction with a soft smile as you attempted to wave down one of the bartenders who was bouncing back and forth like a pinball in a machine. 

“Depends. How much you plan on drinkin’?” He huffed with a shoulder shrug. He moved a step closer to you so that your hips bumped into each other. He was so close that he rested his gloved hand along the small of your back. The absolute paw on your back was warm as a furnace and covered a considerable amount of space, almost inappropriately close to your ass. It had you wondering what it would feel like if he dipped it just a bit lower and cupped the plush flesh that sat just below. You pulled your lip harder between your teeth as your mind painted a picture of the gloved extremity around your neck. Damnit. You should have been paying attention to who the voice belonged to, not to the size of his hands. You couldn’t tell if that was a Manchester or London accent, nor could you tell how deep the voice was because of the music around you. He held his other arm out in front of him with his card in hand, name facing away from you. The bartender almost immediately turned his attention to the behemoth of a man standing next to you. 

“What can I get you, boss?” The bartender's gaze was locked onto your teammate but that black, masked gaze was frozen onto you, tilted just a bit as he waited for you to respond. You felt your face flush just a bit before you moved to answer the man.

“3 shots of Tequila and 2 bourbons, please.” The bartender nodded his head and went to work, grabbing the man’s card. Ghostface’s hand rubbed a small circle on your back and then gave you a soft pat right above your bottom before he removed his touch from you completely. You had to fight a whine from leaving your mouth at the loss of touch. It’s been far too long since you’ve had someone touching you in this sense. Yes, Price was always physically affectionate. A pat on the back here, a quick side hug there, a quick grab and shake of your shoulders as he applauded you for a job well done. Simon on the other hand, he had to warm up to touching you. He’d always been thorough in checking your gear, yanking you in every which direction he chose with a dark chuckle at how flustered you got when his hands checked the harness straps on your thighs, and he’d be quick to steady you on the heli as you all took off. He’d grab your hips to yank you out of enemy fire and maybe even go as far as ruffling your hair when you popped off your helmet in safe zones. The kind of touching that was taking place tonight was lingering, maybe even charged, most definitely not innocent. Or was that just your tipsy mind trying to make something out of nothing? 

“Good girl then.” The man hummed from next to you, clearly appeased that you knew what he wanted. Your body lulled as your mind started showing you other ways you could make him proud of you. A quick flash of a hand in your hair, pulling. Hard. A thought of how a low voice would groan in your ear as you straddled and rocked on a set of wide hips. An image of your back pressed against a thick, solid body that rumbled and huffed with every press of their hips into yours. A choked gasp from a set of pink lips as you swallowed around a cockhead. Wait. A choked gasp from a set of pink lips tucked behind a thick beard as you swallowed around a cockhead. 

You were ripped from your lust and liquor fueled thoughts as the man bumped his hips into yours to get your attention. He hummed next to you, his hands gripping the tequila shots and with a quick jerk of his head, he motioned for you to grab the bourbons. The two of you turned away from the bar and he led the way over to where the rest of your team sat at the booth, already joking and laughing in their varying states of inebriation. Just as you thought, the crowd parted for the man without any hesitation or extra work from him. When you two reached the table, Soap’s face had a slight flush to it, almost giving him the doll-like appearance he was mimicking in costume, and Gaz already had a light sheen of sweat coating his skin, clearly hot from the liquor and the pelt that covered him. Ghostface #2 had his arms folded over his chest as he softly shook his head.

“Ah yes! That’s what I’m talking about.” Gaz clapped as you and Ghostface #1 placed the drinks down.

“You lot are a sight for sore eyes.” Soap chirped, rubbing his hands together in anticipation. You passed one glass of bourbon over to Ghostface #2 with a floaty smile and then lightly tapped your hip against Ghostface #1’s while you moved his drink to his hands. You, Soap, and Gaz all moved to grab your shots with dopey, very inebriated smiles on your faces. 

“To another day in paradise!” You said as you raised your glass to the sky, smiling as your team hummed in agreement, before the 3 of you downed the shot. The Ghostfaces just barely tilted their masks up their faces. It was far too dark and you were far too tipsy to tell who was who from a sliver of skin. You couldn’t even see which one of them had a beard. Just as soon as you all slammed your empty shot glasses down to the table, the song playing over the speakers shifted to a bouncy, higher tempo with a heavy bassline that had your hips moving with a mind of their own, a cheesy smile spreading across your painted lips. You sighed, patted Ghostface #1 Ghostface #2 on the shoulder and nodded your head. 

“If you guys need me, I’ll be dancing in there. Somewhere.” You motioned to the dance floor with a thumbs up and turned on your heels while swaying your hips to the beat. You swayed and rocked to the beat while you shuffled your way through the crowd until you were almost at the center. Your gaze was just a bit hazy as you took in your surroundings. The crowd was a mass of shapes and colors and different animals too? It was Halloween so you shouldn’t have been surprised to see an inflatable T-Rex’s head bouncing and shifting through the sea of people. You shook your head and chuckled to yourself and you closed your eyes, letting the fuzziness of being tipsy take over you as you started to feel the bass that was flooding through the speakers. Your body had already started moving as you bopped to the rhythm. The center of the crowd was hot and packed but the people around you gave you enough space to dance alone without smacking someone with your wings. The music had you entranced on the floor. Your hair was swishing, wings were bouncing, and your shirt flowed with your movement as you grooved. You felt like you had not one care in the world and being in this crowd normally would have set you off seeing that you were always overly alert, on a ten. Always hypervigilant, overcritical, and overthinking. But you let yourself unwind with the help of some liquid courage, and you let yourself kick back hoping to enjoy yourself. You don’t normally let yourself get this drunk, but it’s one of your favorite holidays and you’ve been working so hard the past few months. Price smokes his cigars and sips his bourbon every chance he gets, Johnny and Gaz get blackout in the rec room watching rom-coms biweekly, and Simon… already has way too many unhealthy coping mechanisms to count. You are more than welcome to get drunk and dance around every once in a while, plus if shit hit the fan, the guys would get you out of there in no time. You were more than capable of taking care of yourself, but you told them that tonight you were turning your mind off, and they listened.

You swayed and rocked to the beat, feeling light as a feather in the center of the crowd, like you were locked in your own little world before you felt a solid, warm presence at your back. The liquor was already impairing your judgment, so instead of looking behind you to see who had pushed themselves onto you, you leaned into the warmth. Missing the feel of a warm body behind you, you started to rock your hips to the rhythm. You hoped the man wasn’t planning on just standing behind you, stiff as a board, so you reached behind you and placed your hands on his hips, hoping to get him to move in time with you. The figure behind you started slowly rocking to the beat of the music, a bit tensely, like he hadn’t danced in a while, but on beat enough for you to rock with him. 

A gloved pair of hands found their way onto your sides and you hummed at the touch. They slowly slide up and down your flanks until they finally parked themselves on your hips, giving you the slightest squeeze. The action had a soft sigh falling from your lips when you should have been disgusted by the gall of the stranger. The man’s massive hands occupied so much space on your hips that you couldn’t help but to imagine what they would feel like as they pressed you, face down, into a warm, plush bed. The drunk part of you said that you were beyond touch starved and that you needed this. So you leaned into the touch. You pressed your body flush against his and felt just how large of a specimen he was, not only tall but also wide and firm, an absolute unit. You loved it, mind already filling with all of the possibilities. Being tossed around like a rag doll, being picked up and used like a toy, being held down by his tree trunk of an arm and a tongue flitting through your folds. Your mind was going haywire as you ground your hips against the stranger. Your body flushed with warmth as your core started to heat up.

You could feel that you were rubbing against something thick, it wasn’t hard but it was definitely solid, heavy. Your ass was pressed against the man’s pelvis so you knew exactly what you were feeling. A soft moan slipped from your lips at the feel of him behind you. You could feel the thick appendage that sat between his legs, at least the bulge of it and your mouth almost instinctively started to water, suddenly feeling very empty. 

The music’s tempo had lowered to a much more intimate and sensual pace, so of course your hips followed. The two of you swayed in time with the rhythm and you felt his member twitch behind you. It was a relief to know that you weren’t the only one being impacted by the touching. Feeling devious, you bit your lip and pressed your hips further back into his so you could feel just how much of an effect you were having on him. You could just barely hear a muffled groan from behind the mask as he tightened his grip on your hips and lightly rolled his own up into your plush ass. A soft hum fell from your lips as you slowly wrapped your fingers in his gloved ones for support and bent forward at the waist. 

“Fuck.” Muffled and short fell from his lips as he just barely tilted his head back. You shifted your ass against his bulge and shook your hips so that your ass jiggled against his front. 

“Bloody hell.”

You could feel the bulk of your ass moving against his hardening cock and your mind loved that you were having this much of an impact on him. You could feel his cock swelling beneath his drapes and you loved it. You just barely dropped your hips so that your ass could press up from the bottom of his clothed length before you swiveled them back up so that you were standing up straight again. You wanted to play with him a bit, knowing how good you looked bent over, putting on a show for him, but you also wanted to get a feel for how big his cock was. Everything about him was big. Everything. 

There was some sick part of you that hoped that the man behind you was either one of your commanding officers. Price and his thick, solid, almost bear-like body. A man like that was built for endurance. Built to sustain. Built to lead, to provide. You’d imagined being bent over his desk with the soft but strong push of his stomach pressing against your back as he fucked you into the oak that sat in the center of his office. You’d spent nights with your fingers rubbing your clit imagining that it was Price’s tongue slipping through your folds as his beard scratched the delicate skin between your thighs. You'd thought about straddling those thick hips and thighs while taking him deep inside of you as he leaned back and lazily smoked a stubby cigar with a dazed look on his face. You'd wondered if he was the kind of man to shotgun the warm smoke from his cigars into your mouth as he planted you firmly onto his cock. You’d wonder what his already gruff voice would sound like as he huffed into your ear while his hips pistoned up into you. Would he be stern and mean? Would he tell you how good you were for him? Would he make you beg for it? Would he spit on it if you asked him to? 

The thought of your Captain and all the things you wanted him to do to you had your body rocking back even harder into the stranger as his hand made its way along your front, gently cupping your breast. Your breath caught in your throat at the touch. The both of you were being bold tonight and you definitely didn’t have any complaints about it. Your mind was already cloudy with absolutely sinful thoughts and you knew it would never happen so why not indulge some of those feelings? Why not let someone touch you the way you’ve been so desperately craving for months? 

You brought your hand up to meet the strangers and placed yours on top of his. Even with your eyes closed you could feel the absolute mass that this man had to him. You gave his hand a squeeze, leading him to tightly grope your breast through your shirt. Your lip pulled itself between your teeth again and a hum slipped from your mouth. He just barely slipped a finger over your covered, peaked nipple and you felt your core flood. His other hand made its way up your chest until it rested on your neck. The action had you pressing your hips even further into him, trapping his ever growing cock between your bodies. 

Would it be bad if you asked him to squeeze? You wanted him to make everything even fuzzier. You wouldn’t need another shot if he just squeezed down on your neck. You wanted to beg him to squeeze, so badly. You wanted him to pull you closer and whisper in your ear all the things he wanted to do to you. You could feel how bad he wanted you, it wouldn’t be hard to make something happen. You wanted to hear his breath in your ear, telling you how hard he was gonna fuck you. 

God, he was so big. Absolutely solid and clearly strong. Could it be Simon? Simon the absolute tank of a man. Simon, your big boy with the skull face. Your big bad lieutenant. Oh you hoped it was him or John, touching you like this. Everything about him was large, his hands, his thighs, his waist. Surely his cock was too. You had dreams about pressing your face into the fat bulge that sat between his thighs. Hoped that you could get a decent view of it as he readjusted his hips in meetings. Some part of you almost wanted to beg him to let you kiss it, anywhere, anytime, any place. If he wanted it in a meeting, in front of the whole team you’d do it there and then some. You’d thought about him holding you down on his fat cock. Would he leave you struggling to catch your breath? Would he laugh as you sputtered around his length? You’d thought about what it would be like to sit on his pretty pink lips that he loves to keep covered up. You’ve even thought about the way that the man would smell as he fucked you. 

Not wanting to ruin the fantasy, you kept your eyes closed and slowly turned yourself around in the man’s grasp. You pressed your front to his, as you slid your arms up to rest behind his neck. His large hands rested themselves on the plush fat of your ass. You rolled your body into his with the mellow beat that poured from the speakers and felt your breath catch in your throat as his hands gripped the fat of your bottom, and he pulled the two globes up and apart. You couldn’t stop the moan that fell from your lips. Feeling electrified by his movements, you pulled a hand from the back of his neck and trailed it down his front. Eyes still closed, breath coming out in shudders, you pushed your hand in between the two of you and rested your palm along the man’s thick, very hard member. 

“Fucken’-” You could hear a strained huff leave his mouth at the contact. Emboldened by the shots you took earlier, you closed your hand around the man’s thick length and gave it a firm squeeze as you let out a soft purr next to his ear. 

“So big.” You hummed next to his ear as you felt his hips pulse into your grip. You just barely ran the top of your thumb along the man’s covered tip before you felt another presence at your back. 

“Ouuuu handsy as ever, Bonnie.” You whipped your head around and locked eyes with the smirking blue eyed Scotsman, whose face was even redder from the shots and the heat of the club. 

“Oh. Johnny.” You sighed and turned your body toward him completely. “You almost scared me half to death.”

“Should be scared of that big beastie you were about to fuck on the dance floor.” He laughed as he threw his arm around your shoulder. You turned your head to glance behind you, hoping to see exactly what the man you were dancing with looked like, but were quickly let down when you were met with a blank space behind you. You were a bit disappointed that you hadn’t actually taken the chance to open your eyes with the mystery man, but part of you loved the thrill of not knowing. 

Gaz popped up next to you without his massive coat on and wrapped his arms around the two of you, most definitely about to start professing his love for the two of you. His weight surprised you and you stumbled in the heels against Johnny. 

“So bloody happy-”, hiccup, “that you guys are my teammates.” Gaz’s head pops up and he points over to the table that you all were at previously, which has an almost clear line of sight to where you were standing in the crowd. He finishes his thought while pointing, “Them big fuckers too”. Your vision, cloudy as ever, lands on a pair of Ghostfaces. One is leaning back in the booth with his legs spread wide, arm thrown over the back of the cushion, mask fixed on your group, and the other is sitting at the end of the seat with his arms propped on his knees with an almost predatory glare that makes itself known even with the blacked eyes. The sight was probably intimidating to the other club goers but in your state, you were moments away from bursting out into a fit of giggles. You leaned on Soap and almost burst out laughing at how red he was before you looked back over to the booth. You couldn’t help but to wave at the pair of slashers that occupied your booth. The two of them shared a look that clearly meant something because they both rose from the cushions and made their way toward the rest of the team, dark eyes somehow locked onto you. 

but you? you're his through and through, youre his sweet girl, his lovely little baby, his very own angel - but something this good can't not be shared. he can't keep you to himself. how could he? the way you blink up at him so sweetly when you have his cock down your throat, the way you pull his hair when hes eating you out, the way you babble and sob when he thrusts balls deep into you, the way you paw at him to push him off when he's overstimulating you. and he tells you everytime he fucks you. tells you how gorgeous you are, what a sight it is, how lucky he is to see you like that. but he could never let another man touch you like that, he simply can't get himself to even consider it.

"what if we film it?"

"..what?" John's eyebrow raises at your words.

"we could film it, see how it feels.. and if we like it we could show it to someone." he stares at you quietly for a moment. "..we don't have to, I-"

"we could send it to the boys." your eyes light up. it's set, you're doing it. a long talk later and price got out his old camcorder (to give it a vintage flair, as he says) and set up the bedroom together with you. helped you put on a cute set of lingerie, soon after the camera starts rolling.

he cups your face with one hand, the other holding the cam, capturing how you smile up at him. he chuckles lowly, thumb stroking your soft skin. "look at you.. such a pretty thing, aren't you?" you giggle softly, he pushes his thumb into your mouth; you wrap your lips around it. he groans quietly, stepping closer. "good at sucking, aren't you? how about you try something bigger, hm?" he changes the angle slightly to how your hands opening his jeans, pawing at the prominent bulge in his underwear.

"you're already hard?" you ask teasingly, he huffs in amusement.

"don't get smart with me. "

"I'm just saying, it's cute-" he cuts you off with a light smack on the cheek, you gasp and look up.

"behave." you can't help but giggle, another light smack. "fucking brat.." John chuckles along, rubbing the warm skin soothingly as you free his cock from behind the fabric. it springs free, chubby and weeping, twitching when you give the red tip a lick. he hums, letting go of your cheek and instead wrapping his hand around the base of his cock instead, giving it a few strokes. "open up." he commands, and you do - of course you do, you're a good girl. steps closer and smacks it against your cheek, making you gasp softly. he laughs, using your open mouth to shove himself into it.

your eyes widen slightly, but you open your mouth wider to let him in easier, hitting the back of your throat soon enough. it makes you gag softly, hands coming up to rest on his thick thighs, you look up at the camera again. "there you go.. that's a good girl. keep your mouth open nice and wide for me, yea?" you nod, tongue sticking out under his dick slight. he chuckles again, hand moving to your face again - another smack, this one making you wince, before he tangles his fingers in your hair, holding you steady as he starts thrusting slowly. groans softly as he uses your mouth, gently at first, dragging the sensitive underside along your tongue. you can barely open your mouth wide enough to fit him, eyes watering within just a few thrusts.

"what's the matter?" he asks in a teasing tone, giving your hair a tug. "got your mouth a bit too full, huh? poor thing." he pulls out almost all the way, leaving the tip resting on your tongue, letting you catch your breath. you gasp softly, breathing heavily, blinking a few times an an attempt to blink the tears away before they can start rolling down your cheeks.

john smirks down at you, pulling your head back in a sharp motion, making you cry out. "poor, sweet girl.. you're such a tiny thing, ain't you? can barely fit me-" he focuses the cam on your exposed throat. "look at that, you think I could fit in there?" he asks rethorically - you know he'll make it fit. you just whimper softly, earning another harsh tug on your hair before he lets go and instead smacks your face again - this time harder, making your head flinch to the side slightly. he hears you cry out and his cock twitches, even more when he sees how you needily rub your thighs together. he quickly points the camera down, chuckling. "jesus christ, look at that.. you're squirming after I fucking slapped you?" he chuckles, kneeling down. "c'mon, spread 'em for me. show me whats mine."

you gulp softly, spreading your legs, the thin panties visibly wet, making him laugh again. he brings the cam in closer, his free hand reaching out to place itself on your inner thigh, his thumb rubbing the fabric gently. "you're so wet for me, angel.." he murmurs softly. "such a good girl, getting wet even though I didn't touch you yet.." he presses his thumb down harder, finding your clit and making you gasp. "ah, there it is.." he smirks, rubbing slow circles into it. it immediately makes you whimper and moan, legs twitching, wanting to close, but you keep them open. "feels good, doesn't it?" you nod, he lands a smack on your inner thigh, dangerously close to your pussy. "I asked you something, answer me properly." you gulp.

"i-it feels good.." you mumble, face hot, breathing heavy. he smiles, putting his thumb back down with more pressure, this time rubbing smaller, quicker circles. your fingers dig into the sheets, startled moans falling from your lips, looking down at the camera between your legs. he keeps it up, getting you all hot - just enough to leave you squirming and whining when he stops.

"I can tell." he smirks, standing up and gripping his own cock again, pushing the tip against your lips. "open up." you do as you're told, he pushes himself in until he feels his tip hit the back of your throat once more with a groan. "there.." his hand finds purchase on the back of your head once more, the gesture almost gentle, if you don't consider what he's about to do.

The pair make their way towards the source of the muffled cries and whimpers, their half asleep minds slowly trying to fill in the blanks, wondering if they’re going to find you in the midst of a nightmare, hoping that’s the case rather than finding you hurt

Turning the corner, the noises have grown louder, more insistent, your sobs sounding more desperate when the duo stumble upon their captain, stood outside your slightly ajar door, casually leaning against the door frame, gaze locked on the sight inside your room

“Cap, what’s happen-”

“Is the lass-”

“Shush.” Price interrupts his sergeants questions, shooting the two younger men a look that has them instinctually standing taller, on alert

“Wha- where’s LT?” Johnny can’t help but to ask, surprised that the man hadn’t come running when your cries began

“Got his hands full at the moment.” Price answers simply, though he can’t help the slightest twitch at the corner of his mouth when he tilts his head towards your door, inviting the sergeants a peek inside

Careful not to push the door open any farther than it is, the men take a cautious albeit curious glance in to your room, eyes immediately widening and pants inevitably tightening at the sight

Laying on your back on the edge of your bed, you haven’t a single thing on you apart from the sweat you’re exerting

Well, that and Ghost’s hands on you

Your bare legs are thrown over the lieutenants shoulders, thighs shaking as the man’s large hands grip at your plush skin, relentlessly squeezing and groping your naked flesh

They can easily tell it’s Ghost in there with you, based off his stature alone, though the skeleton balaclava discarded by his feet certainly helps confirm things, seeing as the man’s face is currently shoved against your cunt, with no sign of him coming up for breath any time soon

The three men stood in the doorway couldn’t turn their eyes away even if they wanted to, feet cemented where they stand, shamelessly watching as their lieutenant absolutely devours you

The sounds of Ghost’s sloppy eating, sucking noises, even his own groans of enjoyment against your pussy are hardly heard over the sounds of your pleasure

“Oh my god- please Si- I can’t- oh god!” You moan as Ghost seems to pick up his pace, your hips unconsciously grinding up against him as you edge closer to the precipice

You’ve got one hand gripping the bed sheets for dear life, while the other is snaked in his hair, tugging at his locks with every lick, suck, and kiss he presses against your throbbing clit, feeling as though you couldn’t possibly take any more, while also never wanting him to stop

The sergeants can hardly fathom what they’re seeing right now, bulges pressing uncomfortably against the zippers of their pants as their own arousal grows, wholly entranced by the sight and sounds before them

“Bleedin’ Christ-” Johnny can’t help but to whisper to no one in particular, intent on thanking whoever built the thin walls around here

It’s never soft. Not anymore.

He tries. In the beginning.

He holds your face like it’s precious. Like your skin might fall off your bones if he touches too hard. But Nolan was made to conquer, not caress.

And every time you moan—every time you whisper his name like it’s holy—he forgets he’s supposed to pretend to be human.

He grabs you.

Slams your wrists above your head, his hand wrapped around both like iron. Teeth at your throat, your shoulder, your lips—biting, not kissing.

He doesn’t ask if you want it.

He already knows.

You’re soaked for him. Begging. Gasping.

He knows your body better than you do. He knows exactly how to tear you apart and put you back together.

And he enjoys it.

He punishes you when you try to leave.

Maybe you text someone you shouldn't. Maybe you don't come home fast enough. Maybe you talk back.

You never even see it coming.

He shows up, silent and still as death. The door locks behind him. His cape hits the floor. You see his eyes—they’re glowing.

You say his name.

He doesn’t speak.

He bends you over the table like a toy and fucks you until you're sobbing. Until your knees are shaking. Until you’re hoarse from screaming and begging but you don’t even know what for anymore.

You cry, and he kisses the tears like they belong to him.

Because they do.

You do.

He breaks the bed. Sometimes the floor. Sometimes you.

His strength is inhuman.

Sometimes, he forgets to hold back. He snaps the headboard with one thrust, cracks the floor with his knees while grinding into you. One night, he tears your panties in half with two fingers and growls, “Don’t wear these around me again.”

Sometimes you bruise. Sometimes you limp. Sometimes you wake up with your thighs sticky and sore, your body aching in places you forgot existed.

And he’s always there when you wake up.

Cleaning the blood from your thighs. Pressing kisses to your forehead. Murmuring things you don’t understand but feel in your bones.

They sound like prayers.

But they’re threats too.

He keeps you.

Eventually, you stop fighting it.

He’s not just a man. He’s a force. A hunger. A god who decided you were the one thing worth worshipping.

And gods don’t let their worshippers go.

He doesn’t let you leave the house without a kiss. He doesn't let you sleep unless it's with his hand wrapped around your hip, or his head buried in your neck. He tracks you. Listens to your heartbeat through walls. Through cities.

One night, you whisper, “You’re obsessed.”

He laughs.

Low. Dangerous.

“No,” he says. “I’m yours. You’re mine. That’s not obsession, sweetheart. That’s truth.”

And then he kisses you like he’s about to devour your soul.

And maybe he does.

You forget who you were before him.

Before Nolan.

Before the bruises you like.

Before the eyes that watch you even in your dreams.

Before you started craving the way he breaks you just to feel whole again.

Now you live for the sound of him growling your name. For the way he says “mine” when he’s deep inside you, holding you down like the world might rip you from him.

You should run.

You won’t.

You belong to him now.

And the terrifying part is—

You want to.

— MASTERLIST ☆