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It’s a Tuesday night after one of Eddie’s performances with Corroded Coffin. Just because he was getting bigger in the music industry, didn’t mean that he was going to stop performing at the Hideout every Tuesday.

You had been together for years now, since your sophomore year of high school. Time had been great, and you had gotten into a cozy routine with your boyfriend. Of course on the nights your parents were home, Eddie would sneak into your room via the window, and when they weren’t you went over to his place.

Of course, it wasn’t the neatest or nicest place you’d ever been but it was so unequivocally his. You’d immediately felt safe in his trailer, feeling like no one could touch you there. No one but Eddie. And he quite often did touch you. Especially when no one was looking.

It often felt surreal. After all, you’d had a crush on Eddie since seventh grade, often seeing him around the town. Of course, that was before he had failed a couple times, and you had caught up to him.

Even once you got to your freshman year, you didn’t really talk to him. You just observed from a distance. You saw all of his antics from a distance. Eventually he had caught you staring at him, and you always laughed, shaking your head whenever he got up to something.

Eventually, everything he did was to see you smile. One day, as he was giving his annual speech about conformity, he glanced over at you, only to see you with your nose in a book. He stopped dead in his tracks, mouth falling open in a silent ‘o’.

You looked up at him with a smile, and he made a face that said ‘what have you done to me?’ You just chuckled and went back to your book, but then Eddie was at your table. Your empty circular table in the farthest corner of the cafeteria.

“Hi?” You said with a small smile and the tilt of your head.

“Hi,” his answering smile was much more broad.

“Is there something I can help you with, Munson?” You asked, arching your brow.

“Well, yeah, actually,” he said. You sat up, shifting in your seat as you leaned on the edge of the table. “How is it that someone as lovely as you is sitting alone in this corner?”

You chuckled. “Well, I happen to like sitting in this corner. It gives me a good view of your shenanigans,” you said.

“You know, you could just say hi. I don’t bite,” he smirked. “Unless you ask nicely, of course.”

“I wonder…” You hummed to yourself. “If I asked, what would you say?”

“Well, it depends on the question, sweetheart, but you could just ask,” he fiddled with the chain around his wrist, looking down at it before his eyes moved back to you, looking through his bangs.

God, he’s so pretty.

“Go out with me sometime?” It was amazing how smooth you’d managed those words while your heart was beating erratically in your chest.

“Dinner at Benny’s tomorrow night at 7,” he smiled. “If you give me your address, I can pick you up.”

You were practically beaming as you grabbed a spare piece of notebook paper from your bag and a pencil. You scribbled out your address, and your phone number, sliding it over to him. The bell signaling the end of lunch rang, and you stood, swinging your bag over your shoulder. “Call me sometime, pretty boy.”

Eddie knew then just how fucked he was. He was already falling head over heels for you, just from your confidence, and the way you held yourself. It was similar to Eddie, but you commanded respect with your stance and natural demeanor, whether you had been a bit shy or not. Eddie was totally smitten with you.

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That night he had picked you up for your date, he swore he had never seen anyone as beautiful as you. You had decided to wear a little black dress that was cinched at your natural waist. The fishnets you wore under it were tucked into your converse, and you had rolled the sleeves of your red and yellow flannel up past your elbows, tying the front up in a knot at your waist.

Eddie couldn’t help but stare at you. You made something so simple look so radiant. He regretted not bothering to put something nicer on for you. Nothing stuffy, but it could’ve been better than his faded t-shirts and ripped jeans.

You didn’t mind though. You like Eddie for Eddie. And with the way he was looking at you now, you were glad you had dressed up. You watched as his eyes trailed down to where your flannel was open, and your neckline revealed more than it probably should. Enough that if you leaned forward, he would be able to see straight down your chest.

And he had. You’d been sitting in Benny’s eating burgers when you reached for the ketchup across the table. Eddie sucked in a breath, trying to look anywhere but there. He felt dirty, but surely you’d known, hadn’t you? You wore it on purpose, didn’t you? But without the direct answer to those questions, Eddie wasn’t going to look.

As much as he wanted to ruin you, he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. His cheeks were flaming red, and when you’d questioned him about it, his only response was, “Oh, nothing, sweetheart.”

Eddie practically turned to putty in your hands when you’d reached up to clean some ketchup off his face. He wasn’t used to such genuine acts of care or random touches like that. It drove him crazy.

You’d noted when he had shivered from the slightest of your touches. You wanted to experiment with his reaction a bit, so you cupped both of his cheeks. His eyes fluttered closed, and you genuinely wanted to cry when he’d leaned into your touch.

You could understand this reaction, and your heart went out to him farther than it should have on a first date. You rubbed your thumbs over his cheek. “Eddie, baby…” You whispered. “I’m gonna take care of you now.” You leaned forward slightly, pressing your lips to his forehead.

That was the second time he realized how smitten he was.

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Friday nights, Eddie would come over to hang out while your parents were gone. Of course when Eddie had showed up a bit earlier than normal, he hadn’t expected to hear your pretty little moans coming from your room. His first thought was self doubt. Did you have someone else here with you? Were you really disgusted with him enough to do that?

The only thing that could pull him out of his thoughts was his name. “Oh, Eddie…” Eddie stopped breathing just then, and he couldn’t help when he crept toward your room. Your door was slightly cracked, and Eddie could see you clearly.

Your back was arched, one hand playing with your pussy, the other cupping your breast. Your eyes were closed, and little sighs left your mouth. Eddie could already feel how hard he was, straining against his jeans, and he palmed himself, biting back any audible response.

You whimpered, and Eddie held back a groan. He swore he had died and gone to heaven. “Eds…” He saw the way your mouth turned down slightly, pouting as you tried to get release from your own fingers. It was killing him. He wanted to help you get there so badly.

His mind was clouded with lust, and he wasn’t sure what he was thinking when he walked into your room. Your eyes snapped open, shock and shame settled in your gut as you saw him standing there. Just like that, your legs were closed, and you covered up with a blanket.

“Y- you’re early,” you breathed, unable to look at him.

“Princess… Can you look at me?”

Hesitantly, you did as you were told, meeting his lust darkened eyes. “H-how much?” You swallowed past the lump in your throat. “How much did you see?”

“Enough to know you were thinkin’ about me. And enough to know that those perfect little fingers weren’t going to get you what you wanted.” He wasn’t teasing like you thought he would. He was being genuine, and he seemed to care about that.

You sighed, covering your face with your arms. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry? Baby what for? Hey…” He sat down on the edge of your bed, gently taking your hands from your face. “Sweetheart, do you want help?”

You blinked. “You… Really?”

“Cross my heart, hope to die, darlin’.” He smiled, and your eyes were drawn to his rigid hard on in his jeans.

“Please,” You breathed, relaxing your guard. “Eddie please.”

Eddie groaned, pressing his lips against yours. He slipped his tongue into your mouth when you moaned, gently easing you back until he was hovering over you. He wasted no time, trailing his hand down to your core, cold rings a sweet sweet contrast to your heated skin, making you hiss.

“Been dreaming of this, hm?” He mumbled against your neck as he slipped one of his digits into your hole easily. “So wet f’me, sweetheart. Pretty pussy’s been waiting months for this, hm?”

You moaned as his thumb dragged over your clit. “Try years.” Ordinarily, if your mind hadn’t been so fogged from arousal, you would’ve never admitted something so embarrassing. But with the way he was taking his time with you had you both impatient and melting at the same time.

Your answers threw Eddie off. His mischievous smirk was replaced with a bewildered expression. You could practically hear the gears turning in his mind. Once he’s sure of what you said, his deep brown eyes search yours for any trace of dishonesty. He was met with nothing but genuine care and honesty.

As much as you were embarrassed that you had admired him from afar for so long, it was still undeniably true. There was not a single soul out there that could prove your statement false. And if they had, they surely must have altered time itself.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he cooed sympathetically. “Why did you wait so long to say something?” He didn’t really give you a chance to respond before his lips were on yours again. The warmth in his kiss filled your heart, and reinvigorated you for life.

As he shifted, the bulge in his denim rubbed against your clit, making you whimper at the contact. “Was scared,” You managed to say. Before he can speak, you shake your head. “Not of you. Scared I wasn’t enough,” you admitted.

“Oh, baby…” His thumb rubbed your cheek lightly. “How could you not be enough?” He moved his mouth down your neck, kissing a warm line to your chest. “You’re fucking perfect,” he mumbled against the soft skin of your tit.

“Eds, want you inside,” you whined.

Eddie groaned, his head dropping to your stomach. “Sweets, I don’t have any condoms.”

“Please… Wanna feel you,” you begged.

“Fuck,” he pressed a kiss to your stomach. “You sure, baby?” You nodded. “Words, princess, I need words.”

“Yes, yes, fuck, Eds, please.”

“Okay, sweetheart, you don’t have to beg, I’ll give you whatever you want,” he promised, already undoing his belt.

You felt him against your heat before you saw him, your eyes having been shut. You whimpered, squeezing Eddie’s hand that had rested on your abdomen as he sheathed himself inside you inch by inch. It hurt so good.

Eddie interlocked his fingers with yours, pinning that hand above your head as he buried himself all the way in. “Tell me if you want me to stop,” he said shakily. “And I’ll stop. No hard feelings, no questions asked.”

“Okay, Eds…” You nodded, squeezing his hand.

His breathing was ragged, and he tried not to focus on how tight you were squeezing him, or else he might bust right there. He gave you enough time to get used to the feeling of him before he slowly pulled out and thrusted back in.

You moaned as he found a gentle, slow rhythm to his thrusts. Eddie’s hair hung around his face, framing it. You looked up at his face, studying the gentle sheen of sweat coating his face, and the darkness of his eyes, the softness of his pink lips.

Your free hand moved up, first cupping his cheek, and you felt him lean toward your touch like a magnet. Then your hand trailed down his neck. You felt his pulse spike under you. Unknown to you, Eddie was coming undone at your fingertips, and he started to rut into you harder. Not faster, just deeper. You moaned, feeling him hit your sweet spot.

“Fuck, Eds,” Your eyes fluttered closed, and your nails scratched against his chest, as Eddie groaned.

“Yeah? Right there?” Your only response was an answering moan. Eddie’s free hand traveled under your lower back, lifting your hips slightly to gain more easy access to your sweet spot. You felt the coil in your lower belly as it tightened.

Eddie’s abdomen was tense, trying to stave off his approaching orgasm. “Fffffffuck, Eddie,” You groaned, feeling that tightness snap, and waves of pleasure washed over you.

Eddie groaned, “Where do you want me, sweets?”

Your legs locked around his hips, keeping him close. “Inside, Eds, want you inside,” you whimpered from overstimulation. “Make me yours, pretty boy.” Your soft spoken words and the way your walls repeatedly clenched around him send Eddie spiraling into the white hot abyss that was pleasure.

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You were standing in the crowd at the Hideout, watching Eddie walk on stage. It wasn’t typically your scene, but you wanted to support him, and you knew how much it meant to him that you came tonight.

You were so proud of him for managing to graduate this year, and you hoped he knew that. He was up on that stage, and all you could do was smile. You adored him so much, it meant the world to see him so happy, up there in front of all those people, just where he belonged.

Corroded Coffin had gotten quite the following once Eddie had time to write more songs and make more music. There were plenty of fangirls in the crowd tonight who all cheered as Eddie walked out on stage. You were the loudest though, and Eddie was beaming at you in the front row as he spotted you.

You beamed right back, hands clasped in front of your chest. Eddie looked you over slowly, your ripped denim shorts over a pair of fishnets, and a Corroded Coffin t-shirt tucked into them. No one had to know that a pair of your panties were tucked safely in Eddie’s back pocket.

‘A little keepsake,’ you had told him.

Of course, Eddie wasn’t complaining, he was practically drooling as you tucked them in his pocket, a smirk on your face.

It also helped you a bit, knowing he was yours, completely and utterly. You had started to overthink a lot of things, wondering if one of the girls in the crowd, that was just prettier enough than you or just a tad sweeter than you would manage to pull Eddie away from you.

It was one of your constant fears, unfortunately, and you weren’t sure how to make it stop. A few little things here and there reminded you just how much he had fallen for you. Things like keeping your panties in his pocket, and being the one to go home with him after shows. You hoped desperately that none of the other girls in the crowd got that pleasure.

Eddie wasn’t the type to cheat. He never had been, and hopefully he never would be. But you could never be completely convinced of that.

You watched him perform with a smile on your face. When his eyes weren’t closed, they were on you, for the most part. He craved your approval, and your pride. He wanted you to be proud of him more than anything. How far he’d come. How drastically different he was from his father. And you knew.

You were so proud of him for everything he had done. You knew the struggles he fought with. The demons plaguing his mind telling him he would turn out just like his old man in prison. You tried to show him every day how much better he was than his father. Some days it worked, other days it didn’t, and all you could do was stay.

That was all he had ever asked for, was for you to stay. He didn’t want to scare you away with the bad thoughts, and he didn’t want to push you away when you had them, so he asked you to stay, silently begging.

You always did. You didn’t want to leave him when he was like that, so you didn’t. You would never be scared away, finding yourself in similar situations sometimes. So you would just stay. Sometimes you would work around the house and clean, and other times you would just hold him, and lay with him, making sure he knew you loved him unconditionally.

Then there were times like now, that he managed to convince you that you were his favorite person in the world. Times where he held his hand out to you after finishing his set, and when you took his hand he pulled you up on stage.

He pulled your hips to his, and bent you over, holding you up as he kissed you. Just proving that you were his, and he was yours, and only yours. That was the last time you had doubted Eddie Munson’s love for you.

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Once you both had saved up enough money, you left Hawkins, buying an apartment in the city. Close enough to commute back to Wayne if you wanted to see him, but far enough to feel better about your choice of a home.

You didn’t have much, and it was a wonderful and astonishing thing that your whole life, so many memories, could all fit into one measly moving truck. Everything from your home and Eddie’s all together in one vehicle getting transported to the home you had bought together.

You moved all the boxes into your new home, dusting your hands off and putting them on your hips as you looked around what you would soon be making your own. Eddie came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaving a big wet kiss against your cheek. You laughed, cringing away from him.

“What was that for?” You questioned.

“Just ‘cause I love you,” his arms held you tight against him.

You wrinkled your nose, “You need a shower, Munson.”

He laughed. “Oh, really, Princess, ‘cause I’m pretty sure that’s you.”

“Oh, really?” You pulled away from him. “I guess if I’m so bad, I should distance myself, hm? Don’t wanna disgust my man.”

Eddie pouted. Pouted. “Nooo, baby, come back, I didn’t mean it…” He reached for you making grabby hands. You dodged his grasp, tsking.

“Maybe you should think before you speak, Munson.” You darted back to the back room, Eddie chasing behind you.

“Sweetheart, please!” You just laughed, collapsing onto the bed in your room, panting. Eddie was on you as soon as you stopped, holding himself over you.

“Whatcha gonna do now, Munson?” You squealed, giggling as he assaulted your neck with kisses, his hair tickling your face and making you scrunch your nose. “Edward!” You yelled as he bit down on your collarbone.

He pulled back, an astonished look on his face. “Did you have to use my government name?”

“Yes,” you said matter-of-factly, holding his face. “Now are you gonna give me a real kiss or not?”

“Your wish is my command, darling,” He smiled as he leaned down to press his lips against yours, gently. You deepened it, pulling him closer before you broke away.

“Let’s start unpacking, yeah? Make this place ours, pretty boy,” you smiled, and he looked so awestruck with you as you walked back to the other room.

It didn’t really take long to unpack everything. There wasn’t much to start with, but you managed to get all of yours and Eddie’s posters up around the house, and Wayne had given you some mugs as a housewarming gift, along with some of his hats.

You had been so touched by the action that you could refuse, and now Wayne had a corner of your home. You put your records up on the wall of yours and Eddie’s room. You found the perfect place to hang up Eddie’s guitar, and put your floor length mirror across from the bed.

You had a couple tapestries you wanted to put up. It was a strange contrast to Eddie’s stuff, but you managed to fit it together in a lovely way. And Eddie loved all of it. He loved every bit of all of your things together.

Soon enough, everything was unpacked, and you were collapsing on the couch, opening a coke. Eddie flopped down beside you, putting his head in your lap, looking up at you. You handed him your coke, letting him have a bit as your other hand played with his hair.

“I can’t believe it…” He said softly after handing your drink back.

“Can’t believe what, Eds?” You asked, scratching his scalp with your nails.

“Everything. Can’t believe that I’m here, and I’m with you, and that this place is ours. I can’t believe you chose me.”

“Oh, baby…” You pressed your lips to his forehead, massaging his scalp. “I love you,” you said.

He looked up at you with big brown eyes. “I love you too, sweetheart.”

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And so you sat at that dinner with Eddie, him dressed up more than normal. You had already ordered food, and you were waiting for it to arrive. Everything had arrived quickly, and only after you finished dessert, did something strange happen.

You weren’t expecting Eddie to slide out of his seat before paying. And you definitely weren’t expecting him to get down on one knee beside you.

You watched as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a red velvet box, “Sweetheart, you’ve always stuck around for me, through the good and the bad. I couldn’t ask for anything more from you, you’ve given me everything already. Now, all I’m asking is for you to stick around a bit more permanently. Will you marry me, sweets?”

Your mouth fell open in shock, and your cheeks felt warm. You couldn’t quite manage to formulate a response to him.

“Say something, Princess, I’m kinda putting my whole heart on the line, here,” Eddie laughed nervously.

“I- I…” You felt tears well up in your eyes. “Yes, Eddie Munson, I will marry you,” You said, sounding much more sure of yourself than you currently felt. You couldn’t believe this was happening. Couldn’t believe that Munson would go so far as to make this kind of commitment. Couldn’t believe that he loved you so much that he wanted to marry you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he stood, pulling you against him. Everyone around you was clapping, and you pulled away from him, both of you beaming at each other. He opened the box, and only now did you notice the missing ring from his right hand.

Your eyes teared up as you saw what was in the box. “Eds, your mother’s ring?” You felt your heart simultaneously breaking and swelling. “Are you sure, baby?”

You could see the tears in his eyes, and he didn’t answer you, only sliding the ring over your finger. You realized what he must’ve gone through to get it sized and fitted properly for you. You knew exactly what this meant to him, and just how sure he was of this commitment. The fact that he had given you the only thing he had left from his mother, it was wonderful.

“I fucking love you, Munson,” you laughed, a tear falling down your face as you hugged him tight.

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“Holy shiiiit, you’re unreal! Fuck! Oh fuck!”

Your boyfriend pants in your ear as he nears his high, thrusting into you as deep as he could go.

“You feel so- god, oh my god! Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes! Just like that! Hoooooly mother of god!”

“You okay?” You moan underneath him, out of breath and wrecked as you watched him fall apart above you.

“M’good! So good, baby….So fucking good. This feels so nice.” He whimpers “Being inside you like this…”

“Yeah?” You squeak as he hits a spot deep inside of you that had your toes curling.

“Fuck yes….so wet…and tight and perfect. God, baby, you’re perfect. So fucking perfect….all for me. Mine. My girl…”

“Yours.” You whisper, kissing his neck as he lets out a gasp.

“Hah! Fuck! Y-you…oh god! You’re…squeezing’ me…so good. So fucking good! Are you close, sweetheart? Tell me you’re close. Please tell me you’re close!” He pleads.

“M’almost there, Eds.” You moan, gripping tightly onto his biceps as he keeps fucking into you “Just keep going, baby. Don’t stop.”

“No, no, no. Not gonna stop…I’ve got you, sweetheart. I’ve fucking got you. Shit….just give it to me, yeah? Please? God, please, angel. I need you to cum. Need you to give it to me.”

“Eddie…” You whine.

“Fuck, baby! You’re squeezing me so good….you gonna cum? Yeah? You gonna cum for me? Please fucking cum for me, angel.”

He slams into you relentlessly, reaching down between the two of you to rub hurried circles on your clit.

“Eddie!”

“Fuck, baby, you’re so close. I can feel it. Come on, sweetheart, fucking cum for me. Need to feel you cum on my cock.”

It hit you faster than you expected, your orgasm peaking with a high pitched gasp that had Eddie tumbling right after you.

“Oh my god, sweetheart! Atta girl!” He groans “I’m so close, baby. Gonna fucking cum. Gonna- oh shit!”

Eddie grasps your hand, squeezing it as he released inside of you- filling you up as he panted and whimpering above you. His arms give out, sending him collapsing on top of you as he tries to catch his breath.

“Fuck…” He laughs, gasping for air “That was…god, you’re amazing.”

He presses featherlight kisses to your forehead, your temples, your cheeks.

“I love you.” He whispers “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” You say, looking up at him as he looms over you- the ends of his curly tresses brushing against your face. You reach up, grabbing his necklace as you absentmindedly turn it over between your fingers.

Eddie just stares down at you. Admiring. Watching.

Fuck, you were so beautiful.

“You okay?” You ask, noticing that he hadn’t yet pulled out and rolled over onto the mattress beside you like he normally did.

“Yeah.” He says, clearing his throat “I just…can I just stay here like this? Just for a little longer?”

You watch as he looks down at your tangled up bodies, his eyes staring at where you met.

“What do you mean? Like-“

“Inside you.” He admits “Just like this. I just want to stay here with me inside you. Is that okay?”

“Sure.” You nod, reaching up to brush a strand of hair out of his eyes “Okay.”

“I just….I love being inside of you. Even after we have sex. I love how warm you feel….and wet. I…okay, you’re going to think I’m a total weirdo creep when I say this.”

“Yeah? What else is new?” You joke, causing Eddie to playfully tap you on the arm.

“Stop it.” He says “I’m being serious here. I…I love being inside of you. It’s my favorite place. I know that sounds crazy but I feel safe. Right here like this…with you. You make me feel safe.”

The words that left his lips had made you feel tingly inside. Good. Loved.

“You feel safe with me?” You ask, looking into his brown doe eyes.

“Yeah, I do.” He sighs “But especially like this. I could stay like this forever. Knowing that this is the closest that I’ll ever be to you.”

“Okay, that’s actually really sweet.” You murmur.

“Can I ask you for something else? Without you judging me?” Eddie asks, his voice coming out small.

“Of course.” You say, threading your fingers through his hair.

“Can you…can you hold me, please? Would that be weird? If that’s too weird-“

“Come here.” You whisper, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him down to you- allowing him to lay on top of you fully as he buries his face in your neck. He inhales your scent, smiling into your hair as he closes his eyes.

You smelled like home.

You felt like warmth.

You were safety.

“This good?” You ask.

Eddie nods his head against your neck, wrapping his arms around you so that you were pressed tightly against him.

“This is perfect.” He mutters.

Home.

Warmth.

Safety.

You.

“I can feel your heart beating.” He whispers as you run your fingers down his back soothingly, sending a shiver down his body.

Your touch. Your body. Your heartbeat.

You were so close. He wanted nothing more than this. To be completely wrapped up in you.

“I don’t want to be anywhere else but here.” He says, mumbling against your neck “With you.”

He pulls away for a second, taking you aback as he reaches for one of your hands- gently placing it over his heart.

“Do you feel how crazy you make me?” He asks, looking down at you as you felt his heart race beneath your touch “That’s what you do to me, sweetheart. No one else. You. I love you. I love you until my heart stops beating, you understand?”

“I love you too, Eddie.” You proclaim “More than anything.”

“Good.” He smiles, nuzzling his nose against your cheek “Because you’re stuck with me. Forever. Just like this.”

And you couldn’t imagine wanting to be with anyone else but Eddie. Forever.

Just…like…this.

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Summer evenings at the library lacked the busyness of the school year. There were no students cramming for exams or checking out books for reports they’d procrastinated until the last minute. There were no disappointed faces when you’d tell them that all ten copies of The Great Gatsby had been checked out. 

It was just you, the chirping crickets, and the D&D game still going on down the hall. 

Shit. 

You’d put it off long enough. The D&D club wasn’t a bad group of kids; they always cleaned up after themselves, though you did have to remind them to lower their voices every now and then. The games apparently got…intense, and this was a library, after all. 

No, the problem wasn’t the kids, or the game, or the fact that the club’s logo nearly sent your small town into full-blown Satanic Panic. 

The problem was their fearless leader, Eddie Munson. 

Your first rap on the door went unnoticed, caught up in the din of their game. Your second knock fared better. 

“Aw, shit. What time is it?” A familiar voice lamented. You placed him after a second: Dustin Henderson. The kid had an overdue list a mile long. 

“Time to admit defeat!” Eddie’s growl sent a horde of butterflies surging through your stomach. “A truly pathetic showing tonight, boys.”

“Hey!”

“And Lady Applejack,” he amended before quickly slipping back into his dramatic persona. “Now, leave my sight! Your presence disgusts Eddie the Banished.”

The rest of the group trudged out of the room, but not before a shaggy-haired boy flipped Eddie the bird. 

“No manners, these kids. I’m tellin’ ya.” Eddie shook his head. He grabbed an empty soda can and chucked it at the nearest trashbin, missing by a longshot. 

“Shit,” he muttered, the tips of his ears turning pink as he scooped it up and tossed it away with purpose. “I was never much of a jock,” he joked lamely. 

You gripped the table, fending off the urge to kiss his embarrassed smile. 

“I know,” you blurted out, feeling your own face grow warm. “I mean, I remember in high school, you were more of a…”

“Freak?” Eddie supplied, his grin growing more confident. 

You laughed. “I was gonna say ‘rebel.’”

“Same thing.” He shrugged. “Better to be a rebel than goody-two-shoes, y’know?”

You didn’t know. You were a rule-follower; someone who craved order and structure. 

Eddie sensed your hesitation. “You’re a rebel, too.” He chuckled when your brows shot up, his declaration catching you off-guard. “Look: the library closes at nine, but it’s currently…” he checked his watch. “…nine-oh-six, and you haven’t kicked me out.”

You could kick him out. If he was anyone else, you would’ve reminded him that the library was closed and opened tomorrow at eight a.m. 

But he was Eddie Munson, the guy you’d harbored a crush on since middle school—buzzcut and all. 

He hoisted himself onto the plastic tabletop, plopping down with an exaggerated thud. 

“So, besides my athletic talent, what else do you remember about me?”

The way your patches were crookedly sewed onto your denim jacket. The way you cut class to hole up in the band room and practice guitar. The way you smelled of cigarettes and Old Spice. The way you climbed on top of cafeteria tables and made grandiose speeches, usually tearing into Jason Carver or Billy Hargrove in the process. 

“Not much.” The lie came out in a higher register, instantly giving you away. 

Eddie swung his legs back and forth. “Well, I remember you. And if I’m remembering correctly, you actually were quite the rebel yourself.”

“Me?”

He nodded emphatically. “Oh, yeah. Always reading, even when the teacher was talking. You got after-school detention for reading To Kill a Mockingbird in chem class.”

You balked at the memory. “That was not rebellion. That was just me being a bookworm.”

“I dunno.” There was a teasing lilt in Eddie’s voice that matched his smirk. “I think you’re more rebellious than you realize, Bookworm.”

His words haunted you until he showed up at the library a few nights later. It was two minutes to closing, and the place was a dead zone. 

Eddie’s Reeboks scraped against the carpet, his thumbnail tucked between his teeth as he chewed nervously. 

“H-Hey.” He twisted a skull ring around his middle finger. “You weren’t…upset the other night, right? When I was teasing…um, joking about you being a rebel?”

You shook your head. Shocked would have been a better descriptor than upset. 

Eddie blew out a sigh of relief. “Good. Yeah.” He raked his fingers through his curls. “Because I wasn’t making fun of you or anything. I…I thought it was pretty badass, actually. Like when we had to go to those stupid mandatory pep rallies and you’d just read the whole time.”

“I thought you were pretty badass, too,” you said softly. “I wish I had the guts to stand on top of the lunchtables and tell off Jason Carver like you did.”

Eddie’s face lit up, his usual confidence beginning to emerge. “Well, I wish I could’ve corrected Mrs. O’Donnell in front of the whole class like you did,” he countered. “I’d never seen her speechless before that day.”

You bit your lip, quelling your anxiety and working up the nerve to speak again. “I wish I’d talked to you back in high school.”

“I wish I’d kissed you back in high school.” Eddie took a step forward so that his body pressed against the desk. One hand gently cupped your cheek, and when you didn’t pull back, he drew closer. “I wish I told you I saw you reading The Grapes of Wrath so I tried reading it.”

“What did you think?”

He grinned against your lips. “I fuckin’ hated it.”

Before you could inquire further, Eddie pressed his mouth to yours, sealing his opinion with a kiss. You didn’t hesitate, kissing him back like his lips were a lifeline.

His tongue brushed yours and you let him in, savoring the taste of cigarettes and spearmint gum. You pressed your thighs together, grateful that he couldn’t see from the other side of the checkout desk.

When Eddie finally pulled away, there was no hiding the flush of his cheeks and his swollen lips. “I can leave now, or…”

He left it open-ended, waiting for you to fill in that blank. He should leave; the library was closed and it was time for you to go home. 

But…

“Stay.”

Eddie leapt over the desk as soon as the word left your mouth. His hands found your waist, backing you into the cart of books that needed to be reshelved.

His hardness strained against his fly and pressed into your thigh. Without thinking, you rolled your hips into him.

“Oh, fuck,” Eddie moaned, tightening his grip. “Knew you weren’t all innocent.”

“Maybe you’re just a bad influence.” Your fingers tugged at his shirt. “Coming into my library and corrupting me.”

Eddie chuckled darkly, his dark curls tickling your cheeks as he shook his head. “This isn’t corruption, sweetheart. You haven’t even seen corruption yet.”

“Show me?”

Eddie groaned at your request. One hand slipped under your linen skirt and squeezed your ass. “Show you, huh?”

You nodded, trying to fend off the heat in your cheeks and between your legs.

His nose brushed your ear. “Bend over this desk,” he whispered, “but stay quiet. Can’t be loud in the library, right?”

The moment your forearms rested atop the counter, his middle finger traced the dampness in your panties. 

“Fuck, yeah.” He circled your clit over the fabric, already sensitive from just the thought of his touch. “Have you been wet this whole time?”

“Mm…mhm.” You clenched around nothing, desperate for him to fill you. Every time you’d fantasized about this, you were in a bed or somewhere private. The public library was not on your list of imagined sex locations. 

But you couldn’t deny the thrill. The front door was still unlocked and the lights were still on; anyone could ignore the posted hours and walk right in to see Eddie currently shoving your panties aside and fucking you with his fingers.

“Oh…oh my god,” you whimpered. “Keep going. Please, keep going. Just like that.”

“I got you.” Eddie kissed the side of your neck, sucking at the supple skin. “Gonna let me leave a mark, Bookworm?”

You’d let him do whatever he wanted, no questions necessary. He was waiting for an answer, so you nodded–the only movement you could manage with two of his fingers buried inside you.

His teeth nipped where he’d just kissed, hard enough that a bruise would surely form by tomorrow morning. You’d have to cover it with makeup.

Or you could leave it. Show it off. Prove to everyone you saw that Eddie Munson had claimed you, even if for just one night.

“Eddie…Eddie!” You came around his fingers, rocking back into them. Eddie slowed his pace but stayed inside you, gently bringing you down from the high.

More. You needed more.

“Okay, okay!” Eddie laughed. 

Shit, did you say that aloud?

It didn’t matter; Eddie licked his fingers clean with a delighted sigh. 

“Turn around for a sec, little rebel.”

You nearly gasped. He unbuttoned his jeans and lowered the zipper, his cock straining to be free. There was no denying that he was rock-hard.

He stroked himself beneath his boxers. “Almost came when you did,” he admitted. “Almost…fuck…almost blew my load in my pants.”

The thought of him coming without even being touched was strangely hot. Something you definitely wanted to explore when you had more time.

“That turn you on, little rebel?” Eddie grinned, expertly reading the subtle diversion of your gaze. “Guess what? Me, too.”

He spun you back around and tapped the tip of his cock on your bare ass. You whined, aching for him, and he knew it.

“Patience,” he murmured. “Just gotta…there we go.”

He anchored himself inside you, pushing in until he bottomed out. His movements were torturously slow; he was too hard and you were too wet to do anything but fuck, yet he thrusted with care and precision.

“Eddie. Faster.”

His grip on your hips tightened, but he didn’t budge. “Beg for it,” he demanded. “Beg for me to fuck you against this desk like the bad fuckin’ girl you are.”

“Please, Eddie,” you tried again. “Please fuck me against the desk. I need to be fucked r-right now.”

“Mhm.” Eddie moved faster, but not fast enough. You reached around for his thigh to move him yourself, but he growled and swatted your hand away. “Now tell me who made you this bad. Who corrupted you.”

“Y-You did. You corrupted me, Eddie.”

With a string of curses, Eddie drove himself into you, unable to hold back as he pistoned his hips. 

“Thas’right,” he slurred. “I corrupted you.”

“You corrupted me,” you echoed pathetically. Every thought you had was focused on him, his cock, and how amazing he felt inside you. “Only…only bad for you.”

The two of you worked in tandem, finding the spots that made you moan while he grew impossibly harder within you. Every drag of his cock unleashed another wave of pleasure, and he chased after it reflexively.

“My pretty little rebel. Gonna make a mess of you, ‘kay?” When you nodded, he wrapped one hand around your throat and drew you back. “Need to hear you say it.”

Your brain scrambled for words until you finally found one: “O-Okay.”

You could practically hear his grin. “Touch yourself while I make a mess of you, little rebel.” He let go of your throat but stayed inside you until he saw you rubbing your clit with a trembling finger.

The soft schlick of his hand stroking his erection distracted you from the emptiness. You rubbed faster, failing to swallow the moans that echoed throughout the library.

“Gonna…gonna…oh, shit. Oh, yes!” Eddie painted your ass with warm cum, pushing his tip into your soft flesh. “Jesus H. Christ. That was…holy shit, that’s a lot of cum.”

Between heaving breaths, you laughed. Eddie Munson had just fucked you in the library–at your job–and finished on your ass, and now he was bewildered by the amount of cum?

He reached for the tissue box, ready to clean you off. And maybe it was the bravery of someone who just fulfilled a fantasy, or maybe it was just sex-induced foolishness, but you grabbed hold of one last piece of rebellion.

“Leave it.” You adjusted your panties and skirt, letting them cling to the large wads of his spend. It would certainly stain, but you didn’t care. 

You wanted a reminder of the night that Eddie Munson utterly ruined you for anyone else.

He had come out to the woods in search of a private and serene place to smoke when he came across a little pond. Rays of moonlight bounced off the water in a twinkling wonder.

The woman was in the center of the pond. Eddie could see her clothes on the ground, bundled in a ball. Her hair was sleek down her head as the water weighed it down. He watched from behind a tree as she basked in the cool blue water, her head tilted up towards the moon.

The water shielded her body from his prying eyes, but he stayed trained on her nonetheless. Hoping for a glimpse of the goddess before him.

Then her skin began to glow.

Without thinking Eddie took a step out from behind the tree.

Snap.

A stick broke under his heavy boot.

The woman’s head snapped in his direction as the light she had been emitting stopped suddenly. Her eyes met his and he stood frozen in place.

He could have sworn he saw her smile.

“Didn’t anyone ever teach you that it was rude to stare?” She called out to him.

His face blushed a deep crimson. The skin of his palms began to sweat as he looked down at his large black boots in embarrassment and wiped his hands on his jeans.

Then he heard the water moving. He looked up to see her making her way to the land. Revealing more and more of her body the shallower the water became. His jaw fell open as he stared at her form and the way the water glistened on her skin.

Then she was standing in front of him. He couldn’t help but to look down and watch as the water trickled down her breasts. He swallowed nervously, his adams apple bobbing in his throat.

“What’s your name?” She asked sweetly.

“I’m, uh, I’m Eddie,” he replied as he quickly snapped his eyes back up to hers.

She smiled at him, a beautiful thing that almost brought the young man to his knees.

“What are you?” He questioned, voice so quiet it was almost a whisper.

Her hand went to his chest, gently resting against the rapid beating of his heart.

“I’m a witch,” she stated like it was obvious. Like it was normal.

He wouldn’t have believed her if he hadn’t seen what he had just saw. Or if she wasn’t bare in front of him in the pale moonlight.

Eddie swallowed again. A ball of anxiety lodged in his throat. “What were you doing?”

“A ritual,” she shrugged as her hand trailed up his chest to his face where she tucked his hair behind one of his ears. “A full moon is a very powerful thing, you know.”

He could only nod in response. Any words dissipated in the air as she twirled a lock of his hair around her finger. His fists clenched at his sides, his rings biting into his skin. He tried to resist the urge to reach out and touch her. She grinned at him slyly.

“Would you like to join me?”

His brown doe eyes grew twice in size.

“J-join you? For what?”

“The ritual, silly,” she chuckled. Her hand dropped from his hair and reached for his hand. Her soft palm wrapped around his callused one.

“C’mon,” she nodded her head towards the water behind her and pulled him to the edge of it. “Take your clothes off, handsome.”

He obliged, quickly stripping away at his garments until he was bare before her as well. Her eyes flicked down to his hardening cock. Precum was already dripping from the pink tip. It twitched under her gaze, making her smirk and Eddie flush.

Eddie followed behind her into the water, treading their way to the center of the pond where the light of the moon hit them directly.

“What’s the ritual for?” He asked once they reached the middle.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, one of her hands going to massage soothingly into the nape of his neck. “Keeps me young.”

“How old are you?”

She told him. But the way she said it had Eddie not believing her.

“You want to know something else about full moons?” She leaned down and whispered in his ear.

He shivered at the feeling of her hot breath on his ear. “What?”

“It makes sex incredible.”

His breath hitched in his throat when she slid her hand down his chest and stomach, stopping just at the line of hair leading to his pelvis.

“Would you like to try?” She whispered, kissing softly at his jaw.

Eddie’s eyes fluttered shut and he nodded quickly as his head lolled back to give her more access to his jaw and neck.

“Use your words baby,” she said encouragingly.

“Please,” he begged. A pitiful whine leaving his lips.

Her hand continued downwards to his dick. Her hand wrapped around his hard length, thumb swiping over the tip making him whimper from the sensitivity. She stroked him up and down at an agonizing slow pace. Her lips met the skin of his jaw again as she kissed down to his neck. Her teeth grazed over his pulse point making him groan and twitch in her grasp.

But Eddie kept his hands to himself.

She pulled away from his neck. “Don’t you want to touch me, handsome?”

Eddie opened his eyes to see her pouting lip and begging eyes.

He nodded and put his hand on her hips. She giggled, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to his lips.

“Not what I meant, sweet boy.”

“Oh.” His face fell. “Sorry.”

She grabbed one of his hands and placed them over her breast. Eddie gulped audibly as he felt her soft flesh in his hands. His thumb brushed over her nipple and she hummed in satisfaction, speeding up the gentle movement of her hand around his cock. Eddie moaned, his head falling forward into the crook of her neck.

“Does that feel nice baby?”

“Mhm,” Eddie hummed. He pressed soft and lazy kisses against her skin as she stroked him, his hand massaging and toying at her nipple. Her hand went to the back of his head and she tangled her fingers in his curly locks. She pulled his head back from her neck, looking at him with a longing he had never experienced before.

“Kiss me.” Now she was the one begging.

His lips met hers in a fervent kiss. Her soft lips glided over his in tandem. He kicked at the seam of her mouth, asking for entrance. Which she gave.

Feeling emboldened from the way she begged for him, Eddie’s hand left her breast and trailed down to her cunt. His deft fingers found her clit. He rubbed at it in slow circles. She gasped against his lips making him smile triumphantly. The grip she held on his hair tightened slightly.

A burning pool of pleasure swelled in each of their stomachs as they touched each other, moaning and growing into their mouths.

It was a feeling unlike any Eddie had ever felt, and it was fast approaching.

His finger brushed over her hole, teasing it gently before he pushed it inside. He crooked his finger into her in a come hither motion.

“Eddie,” she moaned, clenching around his lone finger.

If this was a dream, Eddie decided he never wanted to wake up. Reality be damned.

He groaned as she pumped faster at his dick, thumb flicking over his sensitive tip.

He pushed another finger into her, thrusting both of them deeply into her. The tips of his fingers hit a spot that had her moaning his name out again. Loudly.

“Are you gonna cum?” He asked. A newfound confidence he had never felt before as the gorgeous woman before him succumbed to pleasure he was bringing to her.

“Yes,” she replied breathily. “You’re gonna make me cum, baby.”

Eddie kissed her roughly as he kept a steady pace with his fingers. They were both teetering towards the edge. His cock twitched in her hand. But he didn’t want to cum yet.

He pulled his fingers away from her core slowly.

“Eddie,” she whined desperately for him, her own movements stopping as well.

“I want to cum inside you.”

He scooped her up with his arms under her ass and she wrapped her legs around him, her arms around his shoulders.

“Do it then.”

He grabbed himself and brought his cock to her folds, stroking himself through her. His tip hitting her clit. Slowly, he inched himself inside of her. She whimpered as she felt his girth stretching at her walls.

“You feel so goddamn good sweetheart,” he grunted, slipping inside her to the hilt.

They both moaned as he bottomed out.

“Goddess, Eddie,” she keened, high and melodic.

He never thought he’d get used to her saying his name that way.

He kissed her again. Gentle and loving in the way their lips connected. One of his hands went up to her face, brushing her wet hair away from it.

“You're so beautiful,” he rasped.

He thinks he imagined it, but for a moment she looked sheepish at his words.

He started thrusting into her at a slow pace. Keeping his eyes on her face and the way it contorted in pleasure at his actions.

“You’re incredible.”

She moaned, clenching around him at his words. He brought the hand at her face down to her clit and rubbed slowly at it. A steady circle of motion. Their hips bucked against each other in sync, chasing both of their releases.

Eddie stared at her as the moonlight hit her face. Her brows furrowed in pleasure as her mouth remained agape and her eyes clenched shut.

He’d never seen someone so ethereal. He prayed to a god he didn’t believe in that this was real. That she was real.

His pace quickened, thrusting into her core and stroking at her clit with a desperate need to see her come undone under his touch.

Her body began to glow once again. A shimmering and angelic light.

Then Eddie realized he was glowing too.

He could feel a tingling feeling erupt in every inch of his skin. A pleasure so intense he swore he might explode.

His cock throbbed violently inside her as the feeling grew and grew. It overwhelmed them both. Consumed them.

Until they both came with a cry of each other's names.

They both panted heavily for air, their hearts beating out of their chests. Eddie’s head fell to her shoulder as he tried to catch his breath. She stroked gently at his hair as they both came down from their highs.

“Did it work? The ritual?” He questioned.

She laughed lightly, pressing a kiss to the side of his head. “Yeah, it worked. Thank you, handsome.”

He picked his head up from her shoulder. He looked at her with a longingly sadness in his deep brown eyes.

“Will I ever see you again?” He asked quietly. Like he was afraid of the answer.

She looked back at him in surprise. “You want to see me again?”

“Always,” he nodded quickly.

She smiled as her heart warmed at the thought. “You can see me whenever you want, handsome.”

“Do you promise?”

“I promise.”

Eddie held her closely to him, basking in the feeling of him in her arms.

He wasn’t ready to let her go.

He never wanted to let her go.

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With a sigh of defeat you begrudgingly agree that it was what has to be done.

“Ego invocabo Freyja ad auxilium me invenire amorem” your chant starts softly. Alone at your altar, deep in the meadow with the wildflowers and dew. Your altar is set up against a weeping willow with all you have gathered for your enchantment. 

Amorem enchantments, or love enchantments, are a powerful thing. The magic cannot make someone fall in love with you; that’s not how it works. The magic is to draw the source of love towards you, to help guide the individuals together.

You think of your ideal partner- charismatic, funny, loyal, trustworthy, doting, physical, handsome, artistically inclined, and imaginative. All of those things race on your mind as you chant.

You can feel your magic building. The warmth builds in the depth of your chest and spreads through your arms to your fingertips as you continue the chant. 

“Ego invocabo Freyja ad auxilium me invenire amorem. Dea amoris, adiuva me invenire unum, dea amoris, invocabo Freyja ad auxilium me invenire amorem. Ego invocabo Freyja ad auxilium me invenire amorem” 

The moon is at its highest, the wind is whistling. “Ego invocabo Freyja ad auxilium me invenire amorem. Adiuva me invenire unum, dea amoris, adiuva me invenire unum dea amoris, adiuva me invenire unum ego. One last final chant and it was complete.

You feel a soft brush against your hand. Looking down, you smile at the little ball of fluff—Clover, your familiar. She is a calico rabbit you’ve had since your magic presented itself at eight years of age. 

You glamour your altar so no one would disrupt it- not that anyone comes out here, but you can never be too careful keeping the witches' secret….

A few miles away, tucked up in bed was a man, unbeknownst to him, whose life was about to change.  

Eddie isn’t too sure why he is here. He was in his apartment strumming, trying to find the right chords, when he had a sudden urge to go out. Where? He didn’t know, but if he didn’t, his gut told him he would miss out on something… something big.

Now he’s found himself in this kitschy store next to Melvald’s. He’s never noticed or paid much attention to it, but he found himself pulled up in front of it and being drawn in. 

The wind chimes let you know that a potential customer has entered your little shop whilst you are in the back sorting stock, so you poke your head out to see who’s arrived 

“Let me know if you need anything” you politely say before seeing who was there. 

“Uh… thanks” You see the man scratch his head looking clueless until his eyes meet yours. 

“Oh. Hi,” you step out when you realize who is in your presence.

Eddie Munson, of all people. 

“Hey,” he awkwardly waves. 

You haven’t seen him since you graduated high school, nearly seven years ago. You had heard he was held back a few times, but you hadn’t given him a second thought. 

“Let me know if you’re looking for something specific, I can help you out,” you smile and try and act busy. 

When he turns his back you can’t help but observe him as he searches the shelves. 

“What kind of place is this?” He looks over his shoulder.

“Well we are called Mystic Apothecary, what do you think?” You raise a brow biting back a snarky giggle, the touches of sarcasm rolling off your tongue. 

“Ah,” he nods and continues browsing. 

You curse yourself for being snarky. This is a potential customer, you need to be more approachable.

“So that makes you? What? A Sorceress?” He smirks and you can’t help but blush. 

“You could say that.” 

Eddie spends about ten minutes browsing and picking up little trinkets and other items before bringing them to your counter. 

“Looks like someone wants to get into spell work,” you smile. He has a pentagram pendant, a tapestry, some empty spell jars, so pre filled spell jars, a black obsidian tower, and a cauldron.

“Uh-I needed some props” 

“Props, huh?” Your pointed aubergine nails clack on the register keys to input the prices. 

“I play this game, it’s silly.” He shrugs. 

Eddie wasn’t sure why he was being so bashful. He’s always been so proud to be himself, so why is he nervous in front of you? 

He semi-remembers you from school. You were more subdued and kept to yourself or your girl group. Everyone called you guys the Hawkins Coven, not that you were actually witches, but now he is rethinking that…

It also doesn’t escape him that you’re really pretty—like otherworldly pretty. He was really digging your style. Your peasant skirt and half corset are really doing it for him; very ren fair of you. 

“So, is this like your uniform, or do you always dress like this?”  Where did that come from? Eddie curses himself, but you just giggle.

“Why? You want one for yourself?” You smirk. 

“What? You don’t think I could pull it off?” 

“You would look lovely” 

“Thank you, my lady” he curtseyed. 

This made you giggle some more. This interaction was cute flirty and fun. You have never spoken to him this much, who knew he was so charming? 

“Thanks for shopping.” You pass him his goodies in a paper bag. 

“I guess I’ll see you around?” 

“Yeah,” you smile. 

You release a breath you didn’t know you were holding once the chimes for the door let you know Eddie was out of the store. 

What the Hecate was that?

Clover hops over onto the counter giving you a knowing look. 

“No… you don’t think?” 

She twitches her nose. 

“You’re crazy”  

She stomps her little back foot and you roll your eyes. 

“Let’s see.”

Days passed without any interaction with Eddie, until today. While at the food court with the coven, Max caught sight of Lucas, her boyfriend, sitting with his friends. As you approached their table, you unfortunately stumbled after stepping on your bootlace. With a small squeal, you found yourself tripping and falling onto someone's lap. 

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" you exclaimed.

Looking up, you noticed a smirk on his face as he replied,

"Not every day I have a pretty girl falling into my lap." Your cheeks flushed with heat as you realized it was Eddie Munson.

Quickly regaining your composure, you got up, apologized once more, and walked away.

“Pretty, huh? Anything come of the Amorem Enchantment?” Max asks as the group of you walk away. 

“I’m, not sure. Clover thinks she has it all figured out on who it is but I’m skeptical”  

“Okay” you see Max give the others a knowing look but you bite your tongue. You don’t want to jump to conclusions.

The next day, you and Robin are out running errands, preparing for the upcoming full moon in a few days. Your coven always gathers during the highest point of the moon to draw magic from the earth, strengthening your bond and powers. It's like recharging a battery; it's not necessary, as magic never fades, but it can lie dormant if not utilized correctly.

"Hey, isn't that Munson?" Robin acknowledges, catching your attention. Surprised to see him again so soon, after seven years of not crossing paths, now encountering him for the third time in 2 weeks. "I suppose it is," you respond.

"I hardly see him," Robin remarks, her tone implying something you don't appreciate. 

"And?" you question, raising an eyebrow.

"And nothing," she replies in a defensive tone. 

"Has Brutus been talking to Clover?" you ask, disliking the familiars' gossiping habits.

"I'm not a snitch," Robin retorts, prompting you to roll your eyes. 

Her owl never seems to know when to stay quiet.

"Are you stalking me, Sorceress?" Eddie startles you as he approaches from behind. "Going to fall for me again?" he teases, making you clear your throat. 

Eddie seems unsure why he left the shop. That feeling of being drawn to a particular place during his lunch break, was gnawing that the back of his head, which led him straight to you.

"Damn, Munson, creeping up on all the ladies?" Robin scolds, to which Eddie replies, 

"Nah, just Sorceress here," tilting his head as you feel a blush rising on your cheeks.

“Sorceress, huh?” Robin raises her brows at you. 

“He came to the Apothecary.” You defend. 

“Uh-huh,” she nods and smiles. Only confirming Clover and Brutus’ accusations. 

“Yep, well we better get going. Joyce is waiting. Good to see you.” You grab Robin and take off before Eddie can ask you what he’s been wanting to do since yesterday.

The Halloween Fall festival is usually your favourite event of the year. However this year you’ve been working more than enjoying the festivities. You’ve been in the tent most of the day, doing tarot readings and “fortune telling.” You’re exhausted and about to close up when a deep voice catches your attention.

“Guys I’m not doing it, it’s dumb.” 

“Too bad you lost the bet now go in there!” A younger-sounding guy demands. 

“It’s all hocus poc- woah” The man is pushed into view and you can’t believe your luck when it’s Eddie.

“All a bunch of Hocus Pocus, huh?”

Of course, he would be a non-believer. 

“Flip that sign to say Closed for me would ya?” You ask whilst shuffling the deck for hopefully the last time today.

“You trying to get me alone or something,” Eddie suggests but you ignore it. 

“Sit.” 

“Yes ma’am” Eddie smirks, pulling out the chair. 

With a big sigh, you shuffle the deck with your eyes closed. 

“What is it you want to know?” 

“Uh…” 

“A general reading it is. Fifteen dollars.” You motion to the glass jar and he scrambles to put the cash in. 

You feel that the cards are aligned so you go ahead a pull. The six cards are placed face down between you and Eddie. 

“Ready?” You smirk. 

“I guess.” He shrugs.

You flip the first card. 

“Chariot in Reverse. You feel like there is a lack of direction in your life. Like you’re on the right path but maybe a little lost. Like you took the wrong turn down the road.”

You flip the second card.

“Death.”

Eddie looks up at you. He looks scared, but you giggle.

“It’s not literal, it means new beginnings, change, metamorphosis. Like you’re finally finding your path.” You look up at him through your lashes and he lets out the breath he was holding in. 

“The lovers” you continue with a gulp and flip the next card, The Eight of Stars.

“There is hope for a new relationship forming.” You continue to flip the fifth card and of course, it’s The Empress.

“More growth and beauty to enter into this new relationship. “

“How do you know it’s new?” Eddie interrupts. 

This catches you off guard. It’s not like you can come out a say ‘I cast a love enchantment and you’re the only one who is consistently popping up in my life.’

“I’m a fortune teller. Duh” 

This makes Eddie giggle and relax a bit more, so you continue to the final card. 

“The Devil.” You sigh, and Eddie’s eyes blow wide again with wonder.

“It’s because I’m the town Satanist, isn’t it?” He accuses.

Once again you ignore him and continue.

“This relationship will be addictive, lustrous, seductive. You won’t be able to keep your hands off one another. You’re both going to fall and fall hard” Your eyes are locked in on one another. You want to look away but you can’t, you think he feels it too, the pull… 

When did you start leaning into one another? Your faces are so close, just a centimetre more and- you pull back immediately as the sound of the timer makes you both jump. 

“Well, times up thanks for coming” You stand and rush him out. 

“What? That’s it?” 

“Yep. Have fun at the festival!” You close the curtain in front of him before he can say another word. 

Eddie can’t believe what has just happened. He stood there awestruck but also very confused. 

“Dude, what happened?” Eddie’s friend Jeff shakes him. 

“Uh,” he scratches the back of his head “I have no fucking idea.” Eddie looked back over his shoulder at the tent but there was no movement at all. 

The situation with Eddie was consuming your day-to-day. Weeks have passed since the festival, and all you thought about was him. You finally are coming to terms that the enchantment is what is leading the two of you together, why deny it?

Eddie and you haven’t bumped into one another since the Halloween Festival and it’s been eating at you. After the tarot reading you realized you shouldn’t have pushed him away like that. What if you had scared him off? The magic can only do so much. 

Instead of moping around your house after work, hoping you bump into him. You decided to go to the grocery store strolling for some spices, your arsenal had been dwindling. 

Drifting off in your own little world, you hum with your headphones on as you try and reach for the cinnamon, of course, at the very back on the top shelf, you try and get it. You reach and reach on your highest tip toes looking like a fool, unable to use a summoning spell in public you curse whoever built these deep shelves. Just as you were about to look around to see if the coast was clear enough to use a little unharmful magic, you see a bare arm decorated with bats come from behind you grabbing the cinnamon sticks. 

“Hey do you mind-“ but you stop mid-sentence when they drop their hand down signalling for you to take it. 

“Thanks” You turn to see your knight in shining armour. Eddie.

“No big deal” he smiles. It’s a good smile. You observe him, losing focus you let down your guard. 

Eddie’s eyes widen with shock and you instantly put your guard back up. Your eyes must have given it away…

“You okay?” He asks placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. 

“Yeah,” you laugh it off, “why wouldn’t I be?” 

“Your eyes… they uh… they looked pink”

Pink?! Pink of all things! You mentally scold yourself.

“Oh uh. My contacts make your eyes irritated sometimes.” You play it cool… but Eddie and you both knew your irises were what changed colour, not the whites. 

“Uh-Hu” he nods, totally trying to not be freaked out, but also a little turned on? 

“Um,” you stand in awkward silence for half a minute. “Thank you for the help” You motion to the cinnamon and turn on your heel. 

“Wait!” He grazes your elbow now holding on too tight. 

“Can we, uh- I um.” He curses under his breath, “Would you like to go out with me?” He almost shouts and you. “Sorry. That was. You don’t have to…I just thought-“ 

“Eddie!” you cut him off.

He pauses realizing he never gave you a second to answer.

“I would love to.” You smile. Trying extra hard to stay focused because you know your eyes are a deep magenta under the glamour you hold. 

“Great! Okay,” he claps his hands together. “I‘ll call you!” He gestures his hand to make a phone by his ear and starts to walk away. 

“Wait! You don’t have my number!” You giggle. 

“Oh right,” he mentally scolds himself shaking his head shyly. 

After you gave Eddie your number, you cast a little memory spell just in case he misplaces the paper, (only for insurance purposes) did you make your way to Robin’s place. 

“Pink!” Robin screams.

“Keep your voice down!” 

Robin totally knew from the beginning that Eddie was the one you summoned. She was excited for you! She knows what love can bring to a person’s life. She and Nancy are lucky to experience it together, and she just wants you to be as happy as they are. 

“You got it B-A-D” she spells out. 

“I do not! I don’t even know him!”

“Pinnnnnnk” she leans in.

“Ugh.” You throw your hands up in defeat and you feel Clover snuggle herself into your lap. 

“Yeah, yeah, you were right.” You pet Clover's back. 

“So now what?” 

“He asked me out” You can’t help but smile, 

“Oh!” Robin points at you again. “Pink!”  She points at you. “I’m talking P-I-N-K!”

You never use your glamour around the coven because why would you? Your emotions could be read from a mile away. 

“What are you guys going to do?”

“I’m not sure, guess we wait to see where the magic takes us”

Nervously, you mix a soothing tonic to ease your racing heart. Deep down, you know that the fates have intertwined your paths for a reason... He feels like the one, yet the mystery surrounding him is overwhelming. This uncertainty fuels your anxiety.

This is the final first date you’ll ever experience, the last time you’ll open your heart to someone new. And for the first time, it feels as if everything is aligning perfectly. But lurking in the back of your mind is the daunting truth that you’ll eventually need to reveal your not-so-little secret.

What if he’s frightened by who you really are? What if he can’t accept it?

The thought of erasing his memories and losing the love of your life is almost too much to bear.

Getting ahead of yourself, lost in thought your attention is checked back into reality when your doorbell rings. With a beep breath, you answer the door. Stood there on your wooden porch was Eddie, looking so handsome. His hair was freshly washed, his shirt freshly ironed and tucked into his pants. He held a bouquet of small purple daisies and a nervous smile. 

“Woah,” he spoke as you opened the door. “You look incredible.” 

“Thank you, and so do you” You feel your cheeks fill with heat, and you pay extra attention to the glamour for your eyes. 

“Shall we?”

“Let’s” You hook your arm in his and he leads the way. 

“So where are you taking me?” You ask as you strap yourself in. 

“I wasn’t sure what you liked, other than witchy stuff” he blushed, “so I thought it was safe to go to the Christmas market.” 

That you were not expecting, and unfortunately for Eddie, he could read it in your face 

“Oh, god, you hate it. I swore all girls love Christmas-“

“No Eddie it’s sweet, it’s just I don’t celebrate Christmas. Well I do, but it’s not what you would think. We, my friends and I, celebrate Yule. It’s Pagan.” 

“Pagan,” He hums to himself, “that’s badass.” 

This makes you giggle, and Eddie sighs with relief that you’re not annoyed at him. 

“There are a lot of Pagan holidays that the Christians stole from us and made their own, but I don’t want to bore you with the details.” You wave your hand dismissively. 

“No, I’d love to learn.” He looks at you earnestly. 

“You sure? I kind of ruined your plans, I still don’t mind going! I do love a good gingerbread cookie and hot chocolate.” You smile. 

“You sure?” 

“I am!” 

“I’m honoured, Sorceress” he smiles and puts his truck into drive.

You had an expectedly wonderful time at the Christmas festival, all thanks to Eddie. He made sure you were snug and warm, wrapping you up so the chill wouldn’t bite. As soon as you stepped through the gates, he treated you to hot chocolate and a gingerbread man.

The two of you shared endless laughter while attempting to ice skate, your conversations flowing effortlessly. Hours slipped by, and before you knew it, your toes were numb, signalling it was time to head home.

Parting ways felt bittersweet; you longed to keep the conversation going all night, but deep down, you knew that would be too much for a first date. The bond you shared was unlike anything you had ever experienced, and it was clear Eddie felt it, too. You could almost see the enchanting connection that drew you together, like shimmering golden dust swirling in the air, creating an invisible thread that linked your hearts.

As Eddie bid you goodnight, he bravely leaned in for a gentle kiss. It was like time stopped, all the puzzle pieces had failed into place. Even it if it was chaste, it was sweet and tender, and you could sense his nervousness, but you let him take his time, savouring the moment. A broad smile spread across your face, silently assuring him that you felt the same spark he did. 

“I’ll call you.” he winks as he walks down the dirt driveway.

You pray to Hecate he does. 

You’ve lost count of the amount of dates you and Eddie have been on. It’s been almost three months and you couldn’t be happier, but the anxiety of telling him about who you are has been clawing at the back of your mind and it needs to be soon. Joyce had warned you that if you don’t take action within the next few weeks then the window of opportunity will be sealed forever. 

It seemed too soon like you were rushing into it. You hadn’t even said I love you, and yet you were expecting him to agree to a life of immortality with you?

Tonight, you had built up the courage to tell him about yourself. You invited Eddie over to your place. He has been here many times, but you glamoured most of the house to look somewhat normal. You hid your runes and sigils that were carved into your door frames, your potions room was made to look like a dining room, and your altar was locked away in the basement.  

But tonight all of that would be revealed, hopefully, it would be a small amount of magic that would t make him go running for the hills. 

As you looked around one last time, you heard Eddie approach the door. 

With a deep breath, you feel Clover rub against your leg for reassurance. 

“Thanks, babe.” You pick her up and open the door to see Eddie with his hand in a fist, like he was about to knock. 

“How do you always do that” he smiles pulling you in for a kiss. You’re not sure how but he always makes your head spin with even the simplest of kisses. 

“Call it intuition…” 

You guide him into the kitchen and offer him a drink. He asked for a beer, and as you pour it into a glass, you may or may not have slipped a drop of that relaxing tonic you conjured up into it, just for insurance purposes. 

“Mmm thank you, babe” Eddie smiles and you giggle at the a beer foam moustache on his face.

“What? Do I have something on my face?” You lean in a kiss it away. 

“There, all better.” You lean back up to fix yourself a drink, a strong one. 

You’re unusually quiet as the night goes on, and Eddie can sense something is up. 

“You okay sweetheart?” He pushes your hair behind your shoulder as you both are curled up on the couch. 

“Yea… it’s just. I have to tell you something, and I’m not sure how you’re going to take it.” You twiddle with your almost empty glass in hand. 

“You can tell me anything, you know that? Eddie’s reassurance wasn’t helping, but it was nice that he truly thought that.

You take a big, deep breath in, trying to think back to how you rehearsed your lines in your head, and you begin.

“I want you to know that I care about you a lot.” You don’t miss Eddie’s eyes light up as you continue, “and I know what I am about to share is not what you’re going to expect, but you have to believe me that it changes nothing.” You look him deep in the eyes. 

“You’re freaking me out, babe.” He laughs nervously, so you take both his hands in yours. 

“It’s nothing bad, I promise.” 

He chuckles uncomfortably once again.

“I’m not… like… other women.” 

“No, you are not.” He wiggles his brows trying to lighten the mood.” 

“Eddieeee” you draw out his name, “I’m serious.” 

“Sorry, I‘ll be a good boy… for now.” You can’t help but roll your eyes.

Eddie laughs at your dramatics, but when your eyes roll back, making eye contact with him, he notices they’re not the same colour. They’re deep orange, almost auburn. 

“Sweetheart, what’s going on” he tries to pull his hands away but you hold them tight.

“I told you, baby, I’m not like other women, I’m… different.” You thought letting the glamour of your eyes would help soften the blow but now you’re not so sure. 

“Your eyes! They.. they’re orange!” 

Eddie can’t look away, his face contorted with confusion. 

“It’s because I’m anxious.” 

“What does that mean?” He can’t look away. “Please, I want to understand.” 

It wasn’t like he was scared more confused than anything. 

“I’m a Witch, Eddie.” And with that you let the house revert to how it is supposed to be. 

A guest of wind blew through the house and with it was unveiled the old wood, deep rich jewel tones painted on the walls, tapestries, the portraits of old coven members long gone, the broom sweeping by itself, the clean dishes being levitated to their correct spots.

Eddie was frozen, his jaw was moving up and down but no words were coming out. He looked around the changed room frantically but also did not want to look away from you. It’s not that he thought you would hurt him, no. He felt things for you that he’s never felt for one singular person… but now he isn’t so sure. 

“This is insane” Eddie stood and your heart broke a little as you saw him start walking. Almost running to the door. 

“Eddie, please! Let me explain! Don’t be scared!”

“Don’t be scared?! There is a broom moving by itself” he shouts. 

“Please” you beg but it was of no use. 

“Just, give me a second” he spoke before slamming the door behind him he leaves you alone in your big empty house. 

Your eyes well up as you feel clover brush your ankles. Nudging you towards the door. 

She was telling you to go after him, but how could you? You terrified him, your worst fears coming to reality. 

“Clove, I can’t” 

Yes, you can. She spoke to you telepathically. 

As your familiar nudged you with her fluffy little head you stepped closer and closer toward the door. 

Through the stained glass you could see a figure pacing up and down the dirt driveway. 

“He didn’t leave” you whispered out loud. 

See, you look down and Clover is eying you. 

You decided to put the glamour back up, in case your eyes still freaked him out. 

“Eddie” you call out tentatively. 

“Babe, just… I need a minute” his breathing was heavy, his face contorted with confusion and he was mumbling to himself. 

To think you’re the crazy one in this situation…

On the bright side, he still called you babe, and not by your name. 

“Okay,” you stand awkwardly on the porch and wait for him to calm down.

After what felt like hours Eddie built up the courage to glance at you. His heart fluttered at the sight of you. Not because he was scared or nervous but because he knew you were it for him. Even after he digested the bomb you just dropped on him, he knew he wanted to be with you. 

“You are one freaky girl” he pointed as he walked towards the porch steps.

“I thought you liked freaky” You can’t help but flirt. It came so naturally to him. 

“You have no idea” he pulled you in for a hug. A suffocating, bone-crushing hug. One that told you he wasn’t going anywhere. 

“Ok let’s talk,” he pulled away and you led him back in the house. 

You started from the beginning, explaining the coven, how your parents were also magical, but had been off gallivanting through the Betwixed realm for years now. 

“So, are you like 100 years old?” He smirks, and you smack his bicep. 

“No, I’m exactly how old I told you I am” 

“Sorry,” he laughed. 

You explain how the magic works, and he asks you if you’ve ever used any on him. 

“The only thing I have used in you is a tonic to calm you but it obviously didn’t work. Guess I needed more for you,” you half laugh to yourself. 

“That’s it? Really?” 

“Technically, yes.” you pause. and he waits silently for you to explain. “I performed an enchantment to find you.” You twiddle the hem of your skirt nervously. 

“Oh?”

“It wasn’t you, specifically, more like a nudge to point us both in the right direction.”

“So that’s why I had that feeling to go somewhere and I hadn’t known why? That’s why I walked into your shop!” He snapped his fingers as he put the pieces together.

“Yeah,” you smile. 

“So you desperately wanted me?” He moved closer, inviting your space. 

“Desperate?” You gasp.

“Yes, little Witch” he placed a gentle finger on your chin, nudging you to look at him. 

“We would have found one another eventually, it was written in the starts. Isn’t that what your cards told us?” 

“But we are running out of time” you confess. 

“What?” Eddie pulled back.

“There is this… rule, I guess you could call it? If a witch finds a mortal match, then they only have a small window to perform a ritual to make their loved one immortal, like them.” 

“Immortal?” 

“Yes, Eddie.” You sigh, “I can live forever if I want. We have life-extending magic, I don’t age the same. Our aging slows down as of the twentieth year of a witch’s life. I will look like this for the next sixty-five years probably.”

“Woah” Eddie whispers. 

“And the thought of us going through life together with you growing old and dying.” You choke back tears. 

“Hey, hey” Eddie soothed, and you took a deep breath. 

“But there is something we can do.” You sniffle. 

“I know it’s so soon, and a bit crazy. But I can promise you forever with me if that’s what you choose” 

Eddie’s eyes widen at the offering, “you don’t have to give me an answer now, but I will need to know soon, maybe a month or so.” 

“Then what?”

“Then I perform the ritual, or I wipe your memory clean of any of this” You can’t help your voice from cracking. 

“Oh,” Eddie looks down in disappointment. 

“Yeah….” A single purple tear falls down your cheek. 

You look up at Eddie and he sees your eyes are a deep blue, so blue Eddie knows what that feeling means. Sadness, despair, suffering. 

“So I live forever with you, or we break up?” 

“Yeah,” you sombrely nod your head. 

“What if I choose to live forever then, let’s say in a hundred years we decide to break up… then what?”

“That won’t happen, it doesn’t work like that.” 

“How do you know?” 

“The fates decided Eddie. When I cast the Amorem enchantment it draws the best two people suited for one another. Think of it like a soul mate match. We will never find another one suited for us.”

“What if I just want to live a normal life with you and not be immortal?” 

“Then I’m going to look like this and you’ll be a wrinkled old prune… and eventually I would watch you die and know that I’ll never have another love like ours.” 

“That dosen’t seem any better.” He sighs

“No, it’s much worse actually” You play with Eddie’s fingers as he contemplates his future. 

“I think I’m going to need something a bit stronger than this beer” he laughs half heartedly. 

“I have just the thing” 

After you whipped up a mood-boosting elixir, your night with Eddie became much easier to get through. The damper had been lifted as you and Eddie got drunk off the potion, boosting your serotonin levels. 

Eddie had never been so carefree and you were begging to feel much more positive about your future with Eddie. Maybe it was false hope in the fates, but you also trusted your magic. 

“Can I ask you something?” Eddie and you were in your bed, tucked in after a long night of just wanting to be close to each other.

“Sure” Eddie scoops you into his chest. 

“Are mermaids real? Because I would love to— ouch!” 

“Don’t even think about finishing that sentence” you had pinched his nipple. Were you jealous? Maybe a little, but mermaids were vile creatures, nothing like Disney cracked them up to be. 

“Are they real?” Eddie flinched. 

“Unfortunately” 

“Cool!”

“What about Vampires?”

“Yep.”

“Werewolves?”

“Yep.”

“Unicorns?”

“Come on Eddie don’t be ridiculous” you snort.

“What? So witches, vampires, mermaids and werewolves are all real but the universe draws the line at unicorns?!” 

You burst out into a fit of giggles and before Eddie can even stop to think about what he is staying the words come tumbling out. 

“God, I love you.”  

The room falls quiet, no longer are you laughing. 

“I uh- I mean-“

“I love you, too” You lean down to kiss him. 

That nearly invisible force connecting you was now clear as day, to you at least. The magical pull that binds the two of you is now completed, and will never be broken. 

A faint glow filled the room as Eddie and your lips connected, a warmth was felt throughout your whole body, you were sure Eddie felt it too. The magical thread that connected you, whether Eddie accepted the fates or not… even if you wiped his memory of you, you both would still be able to feel it. No matter how long or how far apart you were. 

“Really? You love me?” Eddie asks. 

“I just asked you to spend forever with me, and you’re questioning if I love you?” 

“I just wanted to hear you say it again.” His lips brushed yours ever so slightly. 

“I love you, Eddie Munson” 

“I love you, little Witch.”

You let down your guard, the magic swirled in flecks of silver and gold light around the two of you as you lay on top of Eddie’s chest. His eyes widen at the sight above him. You were the most beautiful thing he had ever encountered. 

“Woah” he gasped, awestruck at the floating lights. “I think I could get used to this magic thing”

You let out a breath you weren’t aware you were holding. Like a weight was lifted once you heard Eddie’s acceptance. Finally, you felt hopeful about your future. 

It’s been a week and a half since your confession to Eddie and things are going surprisingly well. His fascination is ever-growing as he keeps coming up with questions to ask you. The nature of your reality was sinking in, he was enamoured with the thought of you being supernatural. He wanted to learn, and you were happy to teach you were happy he accepted you for who you are and not pushing you away from fear. 

You hadn’t brought up the offer since that night, you were waiting for him to let you know his decision,  but you were hopeful because of his fascination. 

Today was a lazy day, you both have the rare day off at the same time, so Eddie was over and you were cuddling on the couch when he spoke up.

“I want to do it.”

“Do what, babe?”

“Forever with you.”

“Really?” a broad smile spreads across your face. nothing could keep you from your eyes turning yellow. 

Eddie still wasn’t quite used to all your magical quirks. However, he loved that your true mood could be read just by looking into your eyes. He loved learning what each colour meant, especially when they were red. 

“Really.” Eddie gave you a chaste kiss before pulling away to ask how the whole spell thing worked. 

“I think you’re going to like it.” You smirk knowingly.

Sometime later, you were finally finished downstairs in your altar room. The circle of protection chalked on the floor. The muddled herbs, bark and flowers boiled down into a paste, and your grimour propped open onto the spell you needed. 

The room was only lit by candlelight, twenty or so, spread across the room. 

You reach for Eddie’s hand and guide him down the stairs. 

“You must be sure this is one hundred percent what you want. It will not work if you are not willing to give up your mortality.”

“I’ve never been so sure about anyone.” 

“Okay, let us begin” You smirk, knowing Eddie has no idea what he is getting himself into. 

“Strip, please” 

“Oh,” he raises a brow. Then he sees it. Your red eyes. “Ohhh” He quickly discards his clothing. 

You watch as his cock is already stiffening. 

“Now be a good boy and step into the circle and lay down,” you ask while also discarding your garments. 

Eddie quickly obeys your orders. 

“Would you like me to explain the steps before or do you want it to be a surprise?”

“Will it hurt?”

“No” 

“Surprise me.” Eddie didn’t think his cock could be any harder. The anticipation was foreplay enough. 

You begin the ritual with a deep breath, stepping into the circle with your crystal bowl you straddle Eddie. You scoop the paste you created and create sigils over eddies chest with them while chanting in a language Eddie didn’t recognize. 

“Fata, cape hoc humanum meum scrinium amoris. Immortalis est sicut ego. Meus amor, mea lux. Vitam aeternam tribuo ei. Da ei eterinty.” 

Your hips start to gride on Eddie’s as you get lost in the chant. Your magic starts to take over your body as you get lost in all of it. The feeling, the love, the magic. Your red eyes were now glowing pure white. Eddie gazed up at you in awe as you continued chanting. He was not sure if you were still here with him or if something had taken over your body. 

“Fuck.” Eddie slips and your hand covers his mouth before your pussy slips his cock inside. 

Possessed by the magic you were channelling, your body performs the spell. The faster you chanted, the faster you fucked Eddie. 

Sex with you had been amazing, but nothing had compared to this. He loved the thrill of this, there was no way he would change his mind.

Eddie tried to tell you he was going to come, unsure if he was allowed to yet. But your hand still muffled his mouth.

You felt him deep in your gut, His thick cock stretching your walls, hitting every spot you needed. Euphoria was essential to the spell and Eddie sure was holding up his end of it. 

You heard muffled mumbles come for Eddie and you released your hand from his mouth. You were so far into the chanting that you couldn’t be stopped now even if Eddie tried to interrupt. 

“Fata, cape hoc humanum meum scrinium amoris. Immortalis est sicut ego. Meus amor, mea lux. Vitam aeternam tribuo ei. Da ei eterinty. Fata, cape hoc humanum meum scrinium amoris. Immortalis est sicut ego. Meus amor, mea lux. Vitam aeternam tribuo ei. Da ei eterinty.” 

Eddie thinks those words will be etched into his memory forever. 

His hands roam your body before planting them on your hips. He couldn’t help himself he had to have it harder. Planting his feet on the ground, Eddie snaps his hips up into you, meeting your pace. The wet sounds of skin-on-skin echo through the basement walls, faster and faster, louder and louder. Your voice trumps the delicious sounds of sex, and then it hits you both. Your mind-numbing, explosive orgasms rip through each of you. Your bodies shake, and you let out a loud cry of pure bliss.

A blinding white light fills the room, blowing out all the candles you lit before they relate themselves. You collapse on top of Eddie, exhausted by the amount of magic youve performed. 

Breathless you and Eddie stay connected. 

“It is done?” Eddie asks in a daze, not sure if he is supposed to feel any different. 

Without enough energy to speak, you nod your head against Eddie’s chest. 

“You’re incredible, little Witch.”  and that is the last thing you remember before falling asleep. 

You wake up, your cheek cemented to Eddie’s tattoo-clad chest. 

“There she is.” Eddie storks your hair. 

“How long was I out?” you mumble, rubbing the sleep from our eyes. 

“An hour, I can only guess.” 

Eddie shifted and you felt him still inside of you so you grind your soar hips so he slips further in.

“You’re a succubus.” 

“You wish” You kiss his neck. “How do you feel?” 

“Like I could move a mountian.” Eddie sighs as you grind down on him, cock growing with each push. 

“Mmmm, good” you hum. 

Eddie could no longer take it, even though he had the best orgasm of his life an hour ago, you were like a drug to him. He wanted more. 

Flipping you around so you are on your back, Eddie spreads your legs further apart, watching how his cock buried deep within you.

You admire the now permanent sigil etched into his skin like a tattoo. You didn’t even know if Eddie was aware of the new ink that came with forever existence, but that all gets erased when his hips jerk so deeply within you that your eyes turn a colour Eddie has never seen before. The most beautiful deep purple. 

“Baby" you moan. 

“Fuck, little Witch,” you can’t help but clamp down on him. 

“Oh you like that don’t you, Sorceress.” 

“Y-yes” you tremble.” 

Eddie can’t believe how powerful he feels; you’ve granted him this gift and he needs to show his appreciation in return. 

He pulls out, and you plead, but not for long because he buries his face between your legs. Your sweet slick coats his tongue as it dances around your clit. 

“More” You plead. Your hips gride down on his chin, and the stubble on his cheeks scrapes your inner thighs. 

“I’ll give you anything you want.” He was yours to serve. His tounge swirls around your extra sensitive clit.

“Make me cum.” 

A wave of pleasure hits you hard when Eddie pushes his cock back inside your needy cunt. With each thrust, he works himself through your orgasm, making your head spin; wave after wave consumes your body. You feel his hands graze your nipples, tweaking them and making you clench down on him even tighter. 

With Eddie’s head thrown back, sweat dripping down his chest glittering the candle light he looked like a deity. 

After one more final thrust Eddie collapses on top of you. 

“That was amazing.” He nuzzles into your neck and you can’t help but agree. 

When Eddie finally pulls out, you feel a rush of release come out with him. 

“You’re a messy little Witch, aren’t you?”

“Me?” 

“Yes” he slips a finger through your slit collecting your combined cum and you jerk away, your cunt all so sensitive. 

“Well, you’re the one who asked for it” you smirk. 

“I would be an idiot to deny being with you like this for eternity”

“You think so?” 

“Know so.”

It’s a voice, singing a melody that’s vaguely familiar but too distant for him to distinguish. He follows the music through the vacant halls until the song title is dragged through the murky waters of his memory to the surface. “Somebody to Love,” bleeding beneath the door to the music room in a girl’s voice and accompanied by piano. He peeks through the little window in one of the double doors to see you sitting at the school’s upright, too lost in the performance to notice that you’ve inadvertently acquired an audience.

Of all the faces he’s learned over his too many years in Hawkins, yours is one he doesn’t recognize, a feat especially unbelievable since Eddie likes to think he knows everything there is to know about the music scene in Hawkins. He hangs out with the band kids occasionally and goes to every talent show and Battle of the Bands that goes on in this town, and yet he’s never seen you anywhere. He racks his brain for a possible class or look shared between the two of you over the years and comes up empty handed. He has no clue who you are. You could be some sort of supernatural being for all he knows, a ghost who haunts the music room or a siren luring him to the cragged rocks of the sea.

Eddie listens with his ear pressed to the door as you sail through the climax of the song. Your voice is unlike any he’s heard before, except maybe for the fading childhood memory of his mother’s lilting timbre as she danced with him on her toes to the tune of Muddy Waters. Yours carries, strong and full with a hint of emotion that blankets Eddie like a warm embrace even through the harsh barrier of the music room door.

His eyes drift close as he lets the music wash over him like a cool breeze. With his back pressed to the door, the final chord resonates through his body, pulling him from a beautiful dream. Without hesitation, he reaches for the door handle, struggling around the box in his hands until he stumbles through the opening.

“That was amazing,” he blurts.

He’s greeted by a dissonant blunder of slammed piano keys as you jump in your seat, your head popping up from the piano to stare at him wide eyed. Your hand draws over your heart.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you,” Eddie says over the sound of the door rattling closed behind him. “I overheard you playing,” he says, gesturing behind him like the door itself served as proof.

“I didn’t realize anyone else was here,” you murmur in a voice antithesis to the strong belt you carried before. Eddie steps closer to hear you better.

“Yeah, my club usually finishes up pretty late,” he says, swinging the box side to side.

“Right. Hellfire,” you hum. The tone is unrevealing. Typically, people say the name with disdain, like the words were sour to the taste.

Eddie’s eyebrows lift in pleased surprise. “So, you’ve heard of us? All bad things I hope.”

A subdued smile floats up onto your face, and you look back down at the keys for distraction, idly pressing on the higher tones.

“You’re really good,” Eddie praises, the notes reminding him of the reason he walked in. “Didn’t realize we had this kind of talent in Hawkins.”

You tuck your hands back into your lap, eyes only meeting Eddie’s own briefly before flicking back down, a polite instinct stifled by embarrassment. “It’s really nothing.”

Eddie tosses down the box, causing you to jump slightly, and barrels over to you. He drops down onto the bench beside you, and you scurry to the edge like a spooked mouse. “No, seriously. You should join the talent show. Give us something good for once.”

The Hawkins High Talent Show was a mandatory attendance affair, although if it weren’t for the fact that it was the only time Corroded Coffin was allowed to perform at school, Eddie would’ve found a way to ditch it anyway. With the only “talent” coming out of Hawkins in the past six years being Tammy Thompson and her pitchy singing, it was obviously not a fun time for anyone.

But if you performed? Eddie would find a way to go even if Corroded Coffin was banned from showing their faces.

You vigorously shake your head. “No. No, I couldn’t do that.”

“Why the hell not?”

“‘Cause my heart would explode playing in front of all those people?”

Eddie grins. “A bit of stage fright, huh?”

“A bit is a huge understatement. Don’t you remember the Junior Talent Show?”

A buried memory surges to the forefront of Eddie’s mind, pulling a gasp from his lips. “Oh my god! I do know you.”

A full body cringe overtakes your body as you let out a regretful groan at the reminder. Your hands clench against the side of your head and you keel over, resting your weight on the lip of wood above the piano keys.

Eddie had seen you before. 

Back at the Junior Talent Show, not only was attendance mandatory, but so was performance. Each student had to participate at least once during their three years at the school, an absolutely malevolent thing to force insecure preteens to do. Eddie held out until his last year, leading to the formation of Corroded Coffin as well as their first performance, but you were also there that year, sitting at a piano like this one.

Eddie remembered watching you from offstage, thinking how small and frightened you looked with your feet not even touching the floor, probably a sixth grader yet to have their growth spurt. The curtains pulled back, and you stared, doe-eyed, at the auditorium of students. Murmurs built up among the crowd as the prolonged silence pushed the limits of preteen politeness. One snicker turned into barking laughter, and you burst into tears. In a scramble to get offstage, you tripped on the piano bench’s leg, the resulting bodyslam against the wood floor sounding out across the room and sending the whole student body into chaos. Your name was the butt of every joke in the hallways until school broke out for summer break and Eddie left for high school.

He’d completely forgotten about the moment, but it seems like you hadn’t. Not by a long shot.

Eddie pats your shoulder. “Hey, we all have our moments. I puked the first time I played in front of an audience.”

You turn your head to look at him, though you still remain slouched over. “Really?”

“Yeah. Ruined my favorite Metallica shirt,” Eddie says, gesturing to his chest like he was pointing out the area of impact, even though the whole thing is a complete lie. He’s never had trouble with performing in front of crowds because he’s never been scared of making a fool of himself. Didn’t mean you had to know that though.

You bite your lip and sigh, sitting back up and staring at Eddie with furrowed brows. It’s the longest time you’ve gone without breaking eye contact, and the intensity of it is making Eddie want to be the one to break first. “Look, uhm, Eddie?” He nods in confirmation, although he’s surprised you have to guess at his name, considering his reputation. “You’re really sweet, but I’m just not cut out for the spotlight. I’m good here.” You hover your shaky hands over the keys.

“What if you had someone to play with?” Eddie suggests.

Your brows furrow.

“What if I played with you?” he rephrases. “Won’t be so scary if you don’t have to do it alone, right?”

You tilt your head downward in muted disapproval. “Sorry, but I don’t even know you.”

“Yet!” Eddie bursts, holding up a finger. “You don’t know me yet.”

You breathe a laugh, a reluctant smile on your lips.

Eddie holds his hands up in defense. “Hey, baby steps. I’ll be your test run. When you can play in front of one person, what’s a couple hundred more?”

You shake your head, although your smile only widens. “You’re not as convincing as you think you are.”

“If I’m only half as convincing, I’ll consider it a win,” Eddie grins.

“Come on,” he says, shaking you by the shoulder until laughter billows through your mouth. He stands up, delighting in how your eyes naturally follow. “Just picture it. The rush of performing.” He stands behind you, puppeting your hands to slam against the piano keys. “The crowd of adoring fans.” He steps back to the side, clapping loudly and wiping an invisible tear. “Bravo! Bravo! Encore! Encore!”

You laugh, looking away from him in an attempt to hide the bright smile on your face. “Okay, fine! I’ll do it,” you surrender.

“Oh, come on. Show some enthusiasm,” Eddie shouts. He cups his hands over his mouth. “I’m going to join the school talent show!”

He watches as you mimic him, your hands more constrained around your mouth like you were hiding behind them. “I’m going to join the school talent show!”

“There you go!” he booms. “I’m going to join, and I’m going to win!”

“I’m going to join, and I’m going to win!”

Eddie laughs, which makes you laugh, too. Your eyes crinkle at the corners, and the harsh lights of the music room reflect in your eyes like stars. 

He can’t help but notice how beautiful you are when you laugh.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Summary: Eddie falls for the shy girl with the beautiful voice.

Genre: Fluff, Light Angst

Content: no Y/N, Eddie POV, strangers to lovers, 5107 words

Chapters:

1 - Siren Song - 1724 words 5/16/26

2 - Crazy for You - 1585 words 5/20/26

Pairing: Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Summary: Eddie falls for the shy girl with the beautiful voice.

Genre: Fluff, Light Angst

Content: no Y/N, Eddie POV, strangers to lovers, 5107 words

Chapters:

1 - Siren Song - 1724 words 5/16/26

2 - Crazy for You - 1585 words 5/20/26

He knew he was attractive, just the same as any other early twenties guy who’s soon to journey out into the great wide world. But he didn’t know how incredibly beautiful he was. You were hypnotised by him, utterly and completely stuck onto him. 

Yet nothing compared to how heart-achingly divine he was right at this moment. The small lamp on his bed-side table cast a yellow hue over his freckled skin. His hair fanned out over your plump thighs as his face was nestled between them.

Sweat rolled down his sides like little drops of gold. Black boxers sat low on his narrow pelvis, showing off his long porcelain legs and perky ass. 

The muscles in his back rippled with each surge of his hips against the bedspread. You could feel the tip of his round nose pressed to the small bundle of nerves that shot sparks of pleasure through you. “Eddie.” You moaned and buried your hand in his hair. 

But instead of the boy picking up his pace, he lifted his head to grin at you. “Yes babydoll?” Your chest constricted with affection. He rested his cheek on your soft inner thigh and you noticed the shine of your juices along his square chin. His chest heaved as he took in as much air as he could before he inevitably returned to the warmth of your cunt.

Releasing his black curls from your fingers, you cupped his jaw and used your thumb to wipe away some of the slick that remained on his lips. “You’re so pretty.” You murmured.

Eddie’s face went beet red with the praise and somehow, his already blown pupils grew wider. “You’re in trouble now.” He growled and surged forward once more, forgetting that he was meant to be teasing you. 

Your back arched up to meet his dexterous tongue as you struggled to keep your eyes on him through the blinding pleasure. “So so pretty.” He moaned deeply into your soaked folds, his fingers tightening on your wide hips.

Yeah, Eddie was gorgeous.

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The familiar warmth of Eddie Munson’s basement wrapped around you like a comforting blanket. The soft glow from the mismatched lamps gave the room a cozy, intimate feel, casting long shadows across the table littered with dice, character sheets, and empty soda cans. It was the final session of the week’s D&D campaign, and though you loved every second of it, your mind wasn’t entirely in the game tonight. Every time you looked up, you found Eddie’s eyes on you—intense and playful, like he was always one step ahead, waiting for you to notice.

But behind the excitement of the game, something tugged at the back of your mind. As you leaned over to grab your dice, you tugged the edge of your shirt down a bit, feeling self-conscious about the way it hugged your body. The soft fabric clung to your curves in a way that made you hyper-aware of every extra inch, every dip and swell that you were never sure was attractive enough.

You tried to focus on the game, on the banter between Eddie and the other players, but your mind kept wandering. You’d always been the “big girl” in your group of friends. It wasn’t something you ever hid, but deep down, that quiet voice of insecurity whispered whenever you caught sight of yourself in the mirror or overheard other girls at school talking about their crushes. Eddie was different, though. He never treated you like you didn’t belong. In fact, sometimes it felt like he noticed you even more because of it, but you couldn’t quite believe that.

The session was wrapping up now, your sorceress character leading the charge in the final epic battle. You cast a massive fireball spell, decimating the Dark One, your hands trembling with excitement as the group cheered in unison. The adrenaline of the final encounter flooded your system, but even that couldn’t shake the feeling of self-consciousness that always seemed to linger beneath the surface.

“Great work tonight,” Eddie said, his voice casual but carrying that familiar edge of something deeper. “That last spell was killer.”

You gave him a small smile, but the insecurity gnawing at your insides made it hard to fully enjoy the praise. “Thanks. I just followed your lead, really.”

As the others packed up and started to leave, Eddie lingered, his eyes flicking back to you more often than usual. The air between you both felt heavier, charged with a tension that had been building for some time. You could feel it, and it seemed like Eddie was about to address it.

Once the door closed behind the last player, silence settled over the room. Eddie took a step closer, his posture more relaxed now, but there was a seriousness in his eyes. "You’ve been a little quiet tonight," he said, gently pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. "What’s going on?”

You hesitated, shifting uncomfortably under his gaze. The urge to downplay your feelings tugged at you, but Eddie had this way of making you feel safe, like you could be yourself without judgment. "I don’t know… Sometimes, I just don’t feel like I fit in. Like, not really. I’m not like the other girls, and it’s hard not to think about."

Eddie stepped closer, his fingers tracing the back of your hand as he crouched down to your level. “What do you mean?” he asked softly, his dark eyes locked onto yours. His thumb gently grazed your knuckles as if grounding you in the moment.

“I mean… look at me,” you said, voice tinged with hesitation. “I don’t exactly look like the girls you usually see around school, the kind guys are into.”

Eddie shook his head, his expression turning more serious. “You don’t give yourself enough credit,” he said quietly. “Look, I’ve seen you around those people, and I see you. You stand out in all the right ways.”

His hand slid from yours, and before you knew it, he was sitting beside you on the couch, his knee brushing yours, sending a spark of warmth through your skin. “I notice you, and not just because of your confidence in the game or your laugh,” he continued, his voice low, “but because you’re real. You’re not like those girls—you’re better. Your curves, your strength... You have no idea how much I love that.”

Your heart pounded as his words sunk in, disbelief and hope battling in your chest. You felt seen in a way you never had before.

“Come here,” Eddie murmured, his voice dipping as he leaned in closer, his eyes dark with sincerity. His hand found your waist, fingers grazing the curve of your hip as if testing the waters. The moment felt electric, his touch making your skin tingle with warmth.

You hesitated for a beat before allowing yourself to lean into his touch, your breath hitching as Eddie’s hand slid up the small of your back, pulling you closer. His lips hovered near your ear, his breath warm against your neck. “You’re more than enough,” he whispered, and those words felt like a balm to the insecurity that had taken root deep inside you for so long.

Your hands moved on their own, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as you pulled him into a kiss. It was slow at first, a tentative brush of lips, but the moment his lips touched yours, all the built-up tension between you both melted away.

Eddie deepened the kiss, his fingers threading into your hair as he angled your head for better access. His free hand gently explored the curves of your body, never rushing, as if he wanted to take his time feeling every inch. You could feel his appreciation in every stroke, every caress, the way his fingers seemed to linger on your soft curves as though they were something he adored.

You gasped softly into the kiss as Eddie’s hand slid under your shirt, his fingers trailing up your sides, grazing your skin with a reverence that made your heart race. The touch wasn’t rushed or aggressive—it was careful, deliberate, like he was memorizing the shape of you.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he breathed against your lips, pulling back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark with desire but filled with a softness that made your heart flutter. His words weren’t just sweet nothings—they were truths spoken as if he couldn’t hold them back any longer. “Every part of you.”

Your breath hitched, your insecurities momentarily forgotten as Eddie’s hands roamed, pulling you closer as if he couldn’t get enough. You felt the heat between you building, your body responding to his touches, but more than that, you felt a sense of acceptance. A sense of being wanted, exactly as you were.

Eddie’s hands continued their slow, appreciative exploration, his lips finding the sensitive spot just below your jaw as you leaned back against the couch. You shivered under his touch, your body alight with sensation, but what struck you the most was how cherished you felt in this moment.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this,” Eddie whispered against your skin, his voice low and gravelly with need. “Wanted you.”

Your response was lost in another kiss, more urgent now as your hands roamed over his shoulders, his chest, feeling the strength beneath his shirt. The closeness between you both felt intoxicating, each touch fanning the flames of desire that had been simmering between you for weeks.

As Eddie’s hand slid further up, his fingers grazing the soft swell of your chest, he paused for a moment, pulling back just enough to meet your eyes. His gaze was intense, but there was a question in his eyes, a silent ask for permission. You nodded, breathless, and his hand moved again, cupping your chest with a tenderness that made your heart flutter.

“You’re perfect,” he murmured, and in that moment, you believed him.

~*~

When he pushes his door open, the coolness that carries his Old Spice, nicotine soaked scent, it hits you square in the face. You relax a little, already sliding your fingers into your jacket buttons, popping them open and working the zipper. His back is to you as clears some space on his dresser, going on about why you’re wearing a coat, if you’re okay, what is it about. Your teeth sink into your lower lip, an anxious reaction, and you’re shoving the coat off your shoulders, exposed skin immediately stimulated with the prickles of electrifying goosebumps. And Eddie, god love him, he isn’t at all prepared for what he sees when your voice hooks into his attention span and gets him to turn around.

“Eddie?”

Initially, you take his shocked look as something bad. His widened eyes and slack jaw, the way he runs his fingers and tugs at his own roots. You feel an immature burn of familiar tears, reaching to pick up the coat and apologize. His voice leaves zero room for that energy in here.

“No, baby. No, sweetheart.” Layering on pet names to help soothe you, he calms the panicked nerves he can see escalating.

Though his own heart rate is out of control, his tongue’s tip on fire, touching his cheek, sweats suddenly tighter. You are his personal goddess on the daily — something he never expected, nor looked for. And you did this for him? The devil freak gets something special from an Angel like you? Temporarily halting your actions, you do notice the way his eyes expand into the depths of midnight black, how he reaches to adjust himself in his sweats - it keeps you here.

He reaches for you with that outstretched, tattooed arm. “Baby? Let me in. Let me see? I’m just not used to this…” He rushes to correct his phrasing, already knowing what it could do to you. “I mean, I’m not used to a hot fuckin’ woman getting dressed up for a guy like me, y’know? Takes a minute to sink in. And honestly? I’m waiting for Wayne to wake me up right now.”

It all clicks for you. It isn’t just about your insecurities, but this also giving something special to someone who also struggles to see confidence and self-worth. You’ve never been more proud of yourself than in this moment, overcoming your fears to get Eddie Munson this excited? You take his hand with a soft smile, albeit, still shy as he brings you around to pinch your chin between his fingertips, leaning in to press a kiss to your nose’s tip. His voice is gravelly, soaked in heat. Eddie’s mouth ghosts across your own, barely touching as he asks, “Permission to touch?”

You give into him, hand still in his, the other raising to hold onto the warmth of his shoulder, twirling his curls into your grasp to ease some nerves. His eyes immediately widen as he truly gets to look you over. Overflowing thighs in a beautiful thong, your thick curls peeking out of the sides, your beautiful legs — clad in silk sheer stockings, lace trimmed to meet, your stretch marks, your scars, the way, in which, you carry your plush stomach, to your full breasts that spill over the cups, and even your makeup — different, darker, more smoldering. He tips the digits of his spare hand, rings clinking together as he tickles his way up your forearm, tracing the vein back down, until he’s tapping on your pulse point inside of your wrist. Hands join, his grip shifting you into a twist, with your back pressed against his chest, and how badly he wants you nudging at your bare ass cheek.

You bow your head from immediate reflection in the mirror — something your boyfriend has yet to see. He’s too busy watching the way your ass swallows that thin black strap, this set showcasing all the indents that cascade down your thighs. And even your boots, he loves that you kept it you, that you didn’t force yourself into heels. You don’t like them, he knows this. He lets his fingers path their way along your spine, rubbing across the clasp on your bra, pausing to ask once more, now quite aware that you’re looking awkwardly at his messy floor.

“Sweetheart? You okay up there?” It’s silent for a beats, but then you’re mentioning his mirror.

He fights back a sigh, because how can you not see how perfect you look — without or without all of this. He wants to keep your comfort in mind, but it’s also important that he helps you see how fucking gorgeous you are. So he shakes his head, his curls tickling your shoulder blades.

“I don’t think so.”

You object, stopping yourself when his voice pleads into a softness that you’ve never heard from him before.

“I want to try somethin’. And if you don’t like it, we move away from the mirror, kay? Zero pressure, all your call.”

You have to admit that you’re intrigued, and excitement bubbling beneath your breastbone, dumping molten lava over your flesh. Eddie can see you inhale sharply through the mirror. He does that downward nod, brow raised, and you’re nodding. He’s so giddy that his tongue pokes out in concentration, joined hands freed, one of his dipping backward in a journey to slide the back of his knuckles across your thong strap. You arch into his torso, watching him watch you.

There’s a primal confidence that stirs in your belly, twists inside of your gut, ultimately soaking you between your legs. And as he finds the clasp on your bra, getting it unhooked in one go, only for his hands to dance along your sides, hook underneath your armpits, and immediately begin to tease your areola in languid strokes — you lose it. He allows his chin to rest on your shoulder, his voice the cure for everything you’ve ever needed, or will desire. “Look at yourself. Don’t look at me, just watch yourself.”

Your gaze finds your own body, not even caring at the exposure of your breasts or how they hang (something you are trying to be okay with, you know), heart accelerating full speed ahead, sure that Eddie can feel it. It’s almost like his mimicking the way he runs his fingers across the body of his guitar — easy, languidly, making sure to dip and curve when necessary. He goes with your head tilt, his voice finding your earlobe, hot breath causing your nipples to harden. “This body, it’s like the shield of your secret world. One that only I’m allowed into…” He breaks apart his sentence to drop his hands over your navel, curling into that ticklish spot that has you shivering.

“Eddie…” You watch your lips part, tongue licking to smear your lipstick.

It seems as if you’re watching a private show, beautiful woman and her beautiful lover. You’re out of body, yet you have never been more present. Eddie, he can hardly think, his breaths falling over uneven pants, his cock so hard that his eyes could cross. He can’t stop touching you, won’t dare miss how your eyes have glossed over at the performance your body is giving you. He can cry within this moment, so grateful, so fuckin’ proud of you.

So he keeps going, saying what he feels in several organs. “Your body is a map and I get to explore it with these.” He wiggles his fingers against your tummy, letting them fall above your elastic waistband, before they dip inside. Holy Christ, you’re warm, and he hasn’t even touched you properly.

“With my lips.” His lips find the flesh of your neck, sucking the skin into his mouth — tasting your perspiration, your body wash… you.

He watches your legs spread on their own accord, beckoning him to take what he wants. His fingers brush through your soaking wet curls, a moan leaving his throat so deep that it echoes inside of his diaphragm. Fuck. You’re a mess. Both of you hold your breaths as his fingers glide along your seam, combing through your hair, making it even sloppier, cruder.

And the way you sound…

It is you who looks up first this time to catch the reflection, enchanted by the way his knuckles and the rings adorning take shape beneath your lace panties. He lets his remaining hand smack your ass, one cheek at a time, before it cups your breast to give a pinch. You’re shocked when he releases you to come around and briefly block your view. But he presses his sticky fingers to your mouth and you suck them in without question, enjoying your own taste (something you would barely try beforehand), and Eddie literally gasps, tugging you by a love handle in for a crushing kiss. By the time you part, you’ve left your lipstick stain on his fingers and his own mouth — your claim.

That’s when he licks his lips, dropping to his knees, giving you an entirely different view. He’s at your feet, tugging your panties down, a thick creamy web threaded from you to the crotch, making you swallow harshly. You balance on his shoulder to step out, left in just your boots and thigh high stockings. He rubs his hands along the material, squeezing, appreciating the flesh beneath. His brown irises are left to a simple ring, a murky abyss shadowing his sclera.

His does that thing with his mouth, the one that causes you to fold like a lawn chair. And then he’s speaking to you, using two fingers to noisily part your cunt. “You can even take my tongue captive inside of you, empress.”

Your hands drop, fisting into his curls immediately, as he wastes to time to give you one solid lick, gathering what he has to circle your opening, his tongue’s tip then pushing into you. He’s whining in little grunts, vibrating between your legs, in absolutely heaven on earth. You begin to ride over his face, hand in his curls, unrelenting, one finding your nipple to play with. You’re doing exactly as he’d hoped — watching yourself receive his worship. And this is something he will never let you forget.

he can hear the disappointment in your voice as you tug his hand out of your panties. willing away the tears that threaten to spill past your lash line.

you swear something’s wrong with you.

he’s been at this for well over an hour, having to take multiple breaks from when his fingers started to cramp up. your clit feels almost raw, yet numb to the touch. the constant circles he was rubbing against it left you with nothing but discomfort.

“sweetheart—” he whispers, brushing your hair back from your face.

but you quickly bury your face into the pillow, the sheer humiliation makes you wish the ground would open up and swallow you whole. you already know what he’s going to say, he’s said it more times than you can count.

“save it, please. i don’t want your pity,” your words are slightly muffled, but he hears them loud and clear.

so he stays silent, keeping his chest pressed into your back. he rubs soothing circles over the curve of your hip while you soak his pillow with your tears. each silent shake of your shoulders twists the knife deeper into his gut.

why he hasn’t left is beyond you— anyone else would have.

not only is he stuck with a girlfriend who can’t take her clothes off in front of him, he’s stuck with one who can’t finish either. you can’t imagine how frustrating that must be.

“why are you even still here?” you sniffle, feeling his body stiffen behind you. “this can’t be fun for you.”

he doesn’t answer you, instead moving from his position behind you to roll you onto your back before he slots himself between your thick thighs. and even in the dark of his room you can see how your words have upset him.

“— i’m here because i love you.” he asserts, calloused fingers catching your chin to keep your gaze level with his. “i stay despite how much you continually try to push me away, because you’re everything to me.”

and he catches some more tears that trickle down your cheeks with his thumb. he unintentionally swipes them over your lips and they taste almost bitter on your tongue when you take a shuddering breath in.

“i just.. i feel like this is too good to be true— that you’re too good to be true.” you voice is barely above a whisper now, “that once you see everything… you’ll change your mind.”

his eyes slip shut and an almost painful look crosses over his features.

“baby,” he sighs, carefully taking your hand to guide it up his bare torso. you can feel the uneven flesh beneath your fingertips, a reminder that you almost lost him not so long ago. “you could grow a third head and sprout a tail and i would love you just the same.”

that image has you giggling softly, the sound causing his eyes to flutter back open. eddie grins down at you, bringing your hand up to press a gentle kiss to the back of it.

“there’s my girl,” he hums.

and despite the worry that still lingers in the back of your head, your body automatically reacts to his gentle words. you shift your hips beneath his own, now acutely aware of how uncomfortable the damp cotton feels against your skin.

eddie can see that spark of need return to your eyes, his head tilting down to nudge your nose with his own. he inhales your soft gasp when he carefully presses his hips down into yours.

“can i try something? if you don’t like it, i promise we can stop.”

he waits before making another move, lips hovering over yours until he hears your soft confirmation. then he starts to descend lower.

his lips press against the cotton of your sleep shirt, across the soft pudge of your belly. and you hold you breath when his fingers graze over the hem of it, slowly beginning to push it up your plush thighs.

“eddie i—”

he must hear the alarm in your voice as he stops, warm eyes gazing up at you from where he’s positioned between your legs.

“do you want me to stop?” he asks.

the small shake of your head encourages him to continue, pushing the shirt up only until he can see the outline of your panties.

“we’ll keep this on, okay?” he motions to your shirt.

“okay,” you breathe.

you feel your body is on fire, every nerve ending like a live wire. and you practically jolt when you feel his lips press against your damp underwear, his tongue licking a slow stripe between your clothed folds.

“oh,” you sigh and you can feel his deep chuckle rumble against your core.

so he does it again, enjoying the breathy whine that tumbles past your lips. eddie’s fingers slide up your thighs, sneaking underneath the elastic of your underwear as he continues his actions. going slow enough to get you used to the feeling, but firm enough so you feel each drag of his tongue.

after your first failed attempt from earlier you feel ravenous, now bucking your hips up against his mouth. and your boyfriend seems to get the hint.

“you want them off, sweetheart?”

and you nod almost frantically, any feelings of insecurity pushed to the wayside as your desire slams back into you at full force.

not needing to be told again, eddie carefully guides the fabric down your thighs. tossing them next to you on the bed before he coaxes your legs to rest on his shoulders. even in the dark he can see the curly hairs that cover your mound and the sticky strings of desire when he guides your folds apart with his fingers.

you hear a soft curse leave his mouth, his hair tickling your inner thighs when he leans down further to guide his tongue through your slick.

“so fuckin’ pretty, baby.” he coos.

you gasp aloud at the sensation when the muscle delves deeper, dipping inside your entrance before dragging more slick up to your sensitive nub.

everything feels more heightened like this— more intimate. and you swear you’re more in love with him now than you ever been.

so you let your body sink further into the mattress while he tastes you properly for the first time. his own hips rutting against the bed in tandem with each glide of his tongue. the noises he’s making are downright filthy, the vibrations only aiding in bringing you closer to that release.

it’s right within your grasp, all you have to do is reach out and take it.

the edges of your vision start to blur while your fingers card themselves through his curls to hold him in place. and that wave that’s been building up inside you finally crashes over the surface.

your shaky cry of his name has him moaning into you, his hips twitching as he spills into the fabric of his boxers. and he doesn’t mind when your trembling thighs tighten around his head, keeping him locked into place between your hips.

not that eddie would ever complain.

you finally release him when the feeling becomes too much, thighs settling onto the bed when you tug at his curls. he lifts his head then, eyes mirroring your half lidded gaze. his slick-smeared lips shine in the moonlight that streams through his bedroom window and you feel another rush of emotion flow through you.

“thank you,” you whisper, voice cracking.

he brings your knuckles back to his lips, pressing a wet kiss onto each one. satisfied with his work, eddie crawls back up your body, pressing tender kisses until he reaches your lips. you wrap your arms around his neck, tugging him even closer when your mouth do meet.

but that’s when you feel it. the warm, sticky mess that has soaked into his boxers and smeared across his hairy thighs.

“did you just— ?” you ask in almost disbelief, wide eyes meeting his own when he pulls back to give you a cheeky grin.

another gentle roll of his hips has you gasping aloud, the action pressing his mess further into your own as he chuckles deeply.

“damn right, i did.”