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He waited outside of the gymnasium, cigarette to his lips as he agonized over your absence. He knew what time cheer practice was over, perfectly coinciding with the schedule for Hellfire Club. It had been nearly thirty minutes since both of your extra-curriculars had ended and Eddie was growing more and more antsy by the second. He was a needy, desperate wreck.

He couldn’t even count how many times he had fucked up during Hellfire tonight- stumbling on his words several times or getting too ahead of himself as he tried to lay out the scene in his best storytelling voice. He tried to keep his mind on the campaign and his unfolding storyline but he just couldn’t. Not when all he could think about was you and how good you had sucked him off in the student parking lot right beforehand. The sticky, sweet residue of your lip gloss still on his dick.

Do you know the most frustrating part about it? That you just acted as if it were no big deal. As if you had simply just lent him a pencil in class or let him borrow your study notes- not at all the type of behavior that would be expected after you sucked the fucking soul out of him for pure sport. You could just clean yourself up and go on your merry way as if it were nothing. Asking for nothing in return. Even though Eddie was so fucking desperate to make things even. That is, if you were in a gracious enough mood to allow him to.

Eddie was practically buzzing with impatience as he watched girl after girl walk out of the gym in their cheer uniform, strolling through the darkening parking lot to get to their cars as the sun began to set. To Eddie’s utter dismay, none of them were you. Had you already gone home? Did he somehow miss you? What if you took another exit out of the school and he was waiting outside like an idiot for no reason? It would be just his fucking luck.

As he agonized enough to potentially send himself into a full-blown existential crisis, you were making your way out of the gym- still in your Hawkins High cheer uniform with your duffle bag slung over your shoulder- preparing to walk home and get started on the trigonometry homework that you had been putting off. Eddie almost didn’t see you as you strolled past him, looking down at your busy hands as you untangled the headphones for your Walkman.

Eddie’s heart skipped a beat. There you were. He hasn’t missed you after all. Good gracious glory hallelujah. Whatever fucking higher power that existed was finally on his side!

Without thinking, he hurried after you- lunging for you as his heavily ringed fingers wrapped around your arm to try and still you. The sudden movement scared you, causing you to whip around quickly- swiftly driving your fist into Eddie’s stomach in self-defense.

“Jesus Christ!” He wheezes, clutching at his abdomen as he doubles over in pain “It’s just me, sweetheart! Fuck, that hurt!”

You straighten up, shaking your head as you watch Eddie writhe in pain right in front of you.

Fucking idiot.

“Christ, Munson!” You exclaim “You fucking snuck up on me! What did you expect to happen?”

“Okay, yeah.” He groans “Fair enough.”

“Geez.” You grumble “Are you okay?” Your demeanor towards him softening a bit as Eddie tries to pull himself back together.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” He winces “I could really use a kiss though.”

“And how is that supposed to help?” You ask, rolling your eyes at his request.

“I never said it would help.” He tried to reason, straightening himself up “I just said that I could use one.”

“How about you explain why you’re out here waiting for me like a creep? Didn’t your nerd club end, like, a half hour ago? Why are you still here?”

“To see you.” He explains, a lost puppy dog look in his eyes “I waited.”

“Okay….” You reply slowly, looking at him as if he were dense “Why?”

“You said that I could, you know, return the favor.” He elaborates, giving you a look.

“What favor?” You ask, genuinely confused before it hit you. “Oh!…You’re waiting around for that?”

It was then Eddie’s turn to look at you as if you were dense.

Well duh, he thought. What else would I be waiting for? World Peace?

“Well, yeah.” Eddie emphasizes “You promised you’d let me make it up you.”

“You know, I don’t remember ever using the word promise.” You point out.

“Look, sweetheart, as much as I’d love to argue the semantics- I’m literally dying here. You said I could make it up to you next time and I’d consider it to be next time.”

“Is that so, huh?” You tease, looking Eddie up and down. Was it in arousal? Disgust? Eddie didn’t know but as long as you were looking at him he could really care less.

“I mean, as long as that’s, you know, okay with you….is that okay with you?”

You almost felt sorry for the guy, realizing how absolutely pathetic he was now that you seemingly have him in the palm of your hand. A desperate little thing for you to use and toy with. You almost felt guilty- almost.

“….Alright, Munson.” You sigh, allowing yourself to cave to his whim “I suppose I could let you-“

Eddie lunges towards you like a rabid animal, pressing his lips against your gloss-coated mouth. Strawberries. Sweet, sweet strawberries.

You almost get swept away by his hungry kisses before you swiftly push him back- shoving his body off of yours. However, Eddie “The Freak” Munson was nothing if not persistent- chasing after your lips once again as if you were pure, unfiltered oxygen and he was trying not to asphyxiate.

“Eddie.” You say his name sternly, continuing to shove him off of you as he lets out a frustrated whine. All he wanted was your sweet, sloppy strawberry-flavored kisses and you were trying to deprive him. He simply wasn’t going for it.

“Please?” He pleads, looking at you with those big brown doe eyes of his and you were worried for a moment that he could see that they were having an affect on you- causing you to melt just ever-so-slightly.

“Not here.” You state “Take me to your van, at least, if you insist on defiling me.”

And, boy, you didn’t have to tell him twice.

Eddie grabs you by the wrist, dragging you along through the parking lot towards his van that was parked near the far end of the lot.

“You know, from an outsider’s perspective, this could look an awful lot like kidnapping.” You point out dryly as Eddie continues pulling you along- not a care in the world.

“Well, looks like I’m guilty as charged then, sweetheart.”

As you both approach Eddie’s van, he lets go of your wrist, fishing around in his jacket pocket for his car keys. He hastily unlocks the back doors of the van, pulling them open with a dramatic flourish.

“After you, m’lady.” He flirts, offering his hand out for you to take.

“Wow.” You deadpan “Good to know that chivalry isn’t dead, after all.”

You take his hand, letting him assist you as you climb up into the back of his van- Eddie quickly jumping in behind you before pulling both doors shut for privacy. As soon as they were closed, he was on you once again- his body pressed up against yours as he kisses you with fervor.

“Don’t you wanna slow down a little?” You suggest after detaching his lips from yours, trying to catch your breath.

“Nuh-uh.” Eddie pants “Can’t. Been thinking about this. Couldn’t focus the whole time during Hellfire. Just kept thinking about eating you out.”

The filthy, erotic words tumbling from Eddie’s lips has sent a shiver down your spine. You almost would’ve folded if you hadn’t remembered that you were playing hard-to-get.

“God, you’re such a dog.” You reply, insulting him as Eddie begins to peck a hot trail of kisses up your neck until he reaches your ear.

“Woof woof, baby.” He rasps, a sexy low chuckle escaping from his mouth and you have to stop your eyes from rolling into the back of your head in sheer arousal and not annoyance.

You would never, ever, in a million years admit it to his face but Eddie “The Freak” Munson made you hot in a way that none of the jock guys on any of the various sports teams ever could. You would never tell him that you have made yourself come on your own fingers more times than you could count just from thinking about him.

His tall, slightly-lanky build, the way he wore his hair long and wild, the way his broad shoulders looked in his denim vest-leather jacket combo, the black boots and dangling chains he wore. But, most of all, his “sweet old tatties.” The amount of times you’ve gotten off on the thought of just running your tongue over them was enough to require repentance. But you shake off the thoughts as quickly as they came.

“You’re such a freak, Munson.” You whisper, your hands grabbing at his vest as you pull him closer to you, pressing your chest against his.

“Yeah? You like it though, sweet thing. I know you do.” He flirts, staring into your eyes.

“Don’t flatter yourself.” You roll your eyes, making sure that you always correct him when he gets a little too cocky for his own good.

“You must like something about it if you’re about to let me go down on you.” He points out, swooping his head down to continue sucking on your neck. You immediately panic- shoving him away from you.

“Hey!” You scold, looking at him sternly “You know the rules. No marks, no hickies. In case you forgot, Munson, I’m not yours.”

“Not yet.” He smirks, a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Not ever.” You clarify, hell-bent on popping his growing ego. If you were going to allow him to fuck you, you were going to make sure that he was humbled first.

“Okay, baby. Whatever you say.” Eddie quips “Now, can I please eat you out?”

You felt a pulsating sensation in your core, growing wet at his filthy words towards you.

“Fine.” You grant, trying to maintain an air of indifference when you knew that you were aching to have his tongue pressed against your pussy.

“Fuck.” Eddie groans “Thank you.”

And the sound of him thanking you, being grateful for the permission to please you had you practically dripping. It was oh so fucking hot.

“Don’t mention it, Munson.” You snort, trying to hide your arousal behind your snarky quick-witted humor.

“Can I take these off, baby?” He reaches his hand down, caressing the crotch of your panties as he causes your body to jolt in surprise. You and Eddie hadn’t gotten very far sexually. Besides the blowjob from earlier that same day, all he’d ever done with you was make out and play with your tits over your shirt. Now, here he was, rubbing your clit through your cheer briefs- too many layers away from your sensitive little button. You wanted him to take them off. The cheer skirt, the briefs, the panties- all of it. But you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of hearing you sound desperate for him.

“What’s with all of the layers?” He tsks, working his ring-clad fingers over the thick material covering your core “What even are these?” He asks, referring to the cheer briefs.

“They’re for modesty, Munson.” You sass “So freaks like you can’t see my underwear while I’m doing stunts.”

“Huh.” Eddie replies “Bummer. Maybe if you didn’t wear these, I’d actually show up to a game.”

“You’re sick.” You shake your head.

“Hell, can you blame me?” He flirts “You’re so hot. Y’know, maybe if you’re up for it, you can do some of those stunts on my-“

“Jesus, do you ever stop talking?” You cut him off, smashing your lips onto his- and, thank god, it works to shut him up as he kisses you back with need and desperation.

You work your gloss-coated lips against his, earning a groan from Eddie as he melts into you- his body relaxing as he lets you take control. You tilt your head, clutching the denim material of his vest as you pull him closer, chest to chest as you use your teeth to nip at his bottom lip.

When Eddie first found out that you were a biter, his mind went crazy. He loved the way you nipped at his bottom lip before tangling your tongue against his in order to assert your dominance. Eddie went ballistic over it. He loved that you took control- that you knew what you wanted and would do whatever you wished with him in order to get it. He wanted you to use him.

“Fuck, sweetheart….” He moans against your lips, letting you continue your attack on them. He didn’t care how rough or mean or bitchy you were towards him. He fucking lived for it. Got off on it. Eddie Munson was exactly where he wanted to be.

“Mmm…baby?” He mumbles against your lips.

“What, Munson?” You huff, moving your lips to attach to the column of his neck- sending a shiver down his spine.

“Wanna taste you.” He whines “Want you on my mouth, baby. Can’t wait anymore.”

“So needy.” You reply, licking up his neck as he whimpers helplessly.

“Please? I’ll be good. Wanna make you feel good. Want you on my mouth, sweet girl.”

The words coming off of his lips, the whimpering, the desperate begging? It was making you so damn wet.

“Okay.” You oblige, listening to the sigh of relief that he lets out. You pull off of him, reaching for the waistband of your cheer-skirt before Eddie stops you- grabbing ahold of your wrists.

“No, wait.” He says, causing you to look at him with confusion “Can you keep the skirt on? Please?”

You stare at him for a beat before nodding, lifting the skirt up so that you could hook your thumbs into the waist of your cheer briefs, tugging them down along with your underwear. As Eddie watches, his eyes lock onto your panties- noticing right away that the gusset was completely soaked through with your arousal.

“Fuck, babe. All that for me?” He growls lowly, his mouth quirking into a satisfied little grin “Knew you liked something about me. Shit….come sit on my face? Please?”

“You want me to sit on your face?” You question, discarding your panties and cheer-briefs onto the floor of the van. Eddie caught a glimpse of your wet heat and practically growled in arousal.

“God yes,” He answers “Want your pussy on my tongue. Want you to ride my face.”

“Christ, you’re horny.” You reply as you try to hold back a smile. But Eddie could see it.

“Fuck, can you blame me? The most beautiful girl in Hawkins is gonna let me eat her out.” He says, almost causing you to blush.

“The most beautiful, huh?”

“God yeah. Easily. No contest.” He admits “Now, come on, I’ll tell you how pretty you are after I’m done making you cum on my mouth. I just need you so bad right now, angel. Come get on top of me.”

“You’re so pathetic.” You tease.

“Baby, if being pathetic is what works for you then so fucking be it.” He smirks “Hell, baby, I’ll get depraved if you really want me to.”

“No need.” You quip “I think you’re already there.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever, Princess. Now come here. I’m dying, babe.”

You watch as he lays back, propped up on one of his elbows as he motions you over. You shake your head playfully at his eagerness.

“C’mon, sweet thing. Bring it over here.” He flirts, watching as you begin to crawl up towards his head, preparing to swing your leg over to straddle his face “Fuck, thaaat’s it. Put your leg over me.”

You do as you’re told, holding the hem of your skirt up as you frame his face with your thighs.

“Goddamn you’re wet.” He sighs “C’mon, put it on my mouth. Stop fucking around.” He lightly taps your ass.

“What? But-“

“Sweetheart, if I’m gonna eat you out, you’re gonna need to sit it on my face. None of this hovering bullshit.” He states.

“I don’t wanna, like, hurt you by putting my full weight on you.”

“Baby, I’d be hurt if you didn’t put your full weight on me.”

“What? But I’m gonna crush you.” You try to reason.

“I wanna be crushed!” Eddie emphasizes “Hell, fucking suffocate me, baby.”

“God, you’re a freak.”

“Hey!” Eddie chastises, tapping your thigh “Less talking, more sitting.”

He hesitates for a second before adding; “If it becomes too much for me, which it won’t, I’ll tap your thigh twice like I just did. Then you’ll know when to stop, okay? Don’t worry about crushing me. I fully and willingly consent to you crushing me. I’ll be fine. Okay?”

“Okay.” You squeak.

You couldn’t deny that you were nervous. You’ve never sat on a guy’s face before- especially not fully. What if he thought you were too heavy? What if he didn’t like the way that you taste? What if you hurt him? You guess there was only one way to find out.

You try to quell the insecurities in your head as you tentatively lower yourself onto Eddie’s mouth, slowly letting the back of your thighs get closer to meeting your calves. You hadn’t sunk down fully, hoping that Eddie wouldn’t notice and would just start pleasuring you. You were wrong.

Eddie’s large hands wrap around your waist, yanking you down onto his waiting mouth as you yelp out in surprise. You begin to fall forward, quickly catching yourself by bracing your palms flat against the van floor on either side of Eddie’s head of curls.

It happened so fast. Eddie’s rough actions, trying to steady yourself, and the press of his wet tongue against your folds as he licks a broad stripe up to your clit- causing you to gasp out in surprise.

“Mmm…” You moan, letting your head fall back a little. Eddie’s hands move down from your waist, to your hips, and taking claim on you ass- squeezing it selfishly as he moans against your pussy. The vibrations cause you to gasp out again, the sensation sending a tingling feeling in your core.

“Fuck, Eddie…” You squeak “Feels so good…”

Eddie looks up at you with his brown eyes, his face half-hidden underneath you as your body. The tip of his nose ever-so-slightly brushing over your clit with every movement he made with his tongue.

Eddie takes your praise, using his mouth to hum again- causing you to squeal.

“Eds!” You cry out, mouth falling open as you look down to watch him. He becomes more bold, using his hands on your ass to drag you down a little further so that he could firmly attach his lips to your sensitive clit before using his face to nuzzle into it.

“Ohhhh fuck…” You breathe out, one of your hands instinctively reaching for his hair as you tangle your fingers in it. The action causes Eddie’s eyes to roll back just a little bit. Only for a moment until he focuses back on your pussy, adding more pressure with his tongue as he licked up and down your slick folds.

“Oh! Oh wow!” You pant.

You can feel Eddie’s mouth twitch beneath you as he smirks, his face being held down by your pussy- just the way he fucking wanted you. Just the way he dreamt of you.

“That feels….oh my god.”

Eddie momentarily removes his lips from your cunt, talking a moment to catch his breath.

“That feel good?” He asks, looking up at you with his brown eyes.

“Y-yeah.” You stutter, chest rising and falling as you also try to breathe normally.

“Good.” Eddie states “Because I’m not finished yet. Gonna eat you out until you cum, sweetheart. Wanna return the favor after how fucking good you sucked me off earlier. God, I can’t stop thinking about it.”

Eddie tilts his head up to meet your core as you straddled him on your knees, tilting his head up so this tongue could meet your cunt. He licks a long stripe up your pussy that gave you a fluttering feeling into your stomach.

“Fuck, you take me so fucking good in that pretty mouth of yours. The way you deep throat my dick is fucking unreal. And that’s just your mouth, sweetheart. Your pussy probably feels like fucking heaven. Jesus Christ…”

“Eddie!” You gasp as he reaches up to spread your pussy open as he tilts his head up to dive back in, lapping his tongue into your cunt as you let out a pornographic moan that takes even you by surprise.

“Oh fuuuuck,” Eddie laughs “You really like that, don’t you? Shit, baby. If I knew that’s what you liked, I would’ve eaten you out, like, forever ago.”

“Munson, stop fucking talking.” You pant “Just…fucking….oh my god.”

“Shut me up then, sweetheart. Put that sweet fucking cunt on my mouth. Make me stop talking. Put me to work.” He jokes. But you? It broke something in you. The restraint that you had previously had was completely shattered because, the next thing you know, you put your pussy right back onto Eddie’s mouth- putting your weight on him like how were afraid to do at the beginning. Now, you just didn’t care. You needed his tongue on you.

Eddie lets out a surprised growl as you pin his face down with your hips, holding him there with nowhere to go. But let’s be serious, Eddie thought. Where else would he want to be besides having his head between your soft thighs?

Without warning, you thread your fingers through his hair- grasping onto a handful of his curls as you begin to grind your core onto his hot, waiting tongue.

“Fuck, Eddie.” You moan “You’re so good at that. If I knew you were this good, I would’ve shut you up, like, forever ago.”

You tease him by mocking his previous words but Eddie didn’t care. All he could focus on was your taste and the way you were unknowingly rocking your hips against his mouth- subtly trying to tell him that you wanted more.

Eddie taps your thigh twice, signaling for you to stop. You immediately stop grinding, becoming scared that you had done something wrong. You quickly release your weight from his face.

“Did I hurt you?” You worry.

“No.” Eddie replies, shaking his head “I want you to get rougher, sweetheart. Really fucking ride my face.”

“What?” You ask.

“I said I want you to ride my face. Fucking use me, sweetheart. Don’t stop until you cum.” He questions, his tone serious, stern, and sexy. It sent a shiver down your spine.

“Okay.” You oblige “If that’s what you want.”

“I want you fucking shaking and screaming for me. You’re gonna ride my fucking face until you do. I don’t care how long it takes. I’m not taking you home until you fall apart for me. Got it?”

“Yeah.” You nod “Yeah, okay. Whatever you want, Eds.”

“Fuck.” He groans, grabbing your hips to pull you back down onto his face before diving back into you “Use me to get off, baby.”

You sink back onto his face, your breath hitching as you feel his mouth reattach to your sensitive clit as he sucks on it and the sensation has you rolling your eyes in ecstasy.

“Fuck!” You moan “Yes!”

But when you look down, you notice that your cheer skirt was covering Eddie’s face. You immediately reach down, gathering the material in your hand as you bunch it up to stop it from obscuring your view. You wanted to watch Eddie while he ate you out and turned you into a puddle of desperation. Putty in his hands to play with and manipulate.

“W-wanna see your f-face when- oh god! That feels so good.” You stutter, his mouth licking and sucking in all of the right spots that had you going crazy. Who fucking knew that Eddie Munson was this talented?

He moans something into your core as he continues going down on you. A slightly intelligible muffle that sounded like ‘fuck’ as he stared up at you. The sight was almost entirely too much. The next thing you knew, your hand was carding through his dark brown curls once more as you grabbed on again- rocking your hips against his tongue as you rode his face. Your wet core making a mess all over his mouth in the process.

But Eddie didn’t care. Of course not. Not when the hottest girl in school, his cheerleader dream girl was using him like he was a cheap slut to get off. He had waited years for this. For you to notice him. To finally give him even a crumb of your attention and now look at him, letting you face-fuck him to completion in the back of his van. This was Eddie Munson’s fucking dream.

“Fuck, you’re so good.” You moan “So good with that mouth of yours. Never would’ve thought it was good for anything other than you running it all the time.”

And Eddie? His cock was fucking throbbing at the sound of you degrading him. It was the hottest fucking thing listening to you put him in his place. Keeping him in line like how he should be. That’s what he needed. A girl like you keeping him on a short leash and rewarding him for good behavior.

Damn, Eddie thought. Maybe you were right. Maybe he was a dog. But fuck it. Who gives a fuck? You were letting him eat you out like it was the last supper and he was so goddamn obsessed with you that he’d crawl through quicksand if you fucking told him to.

He was in love with you. He was in love with the way you were panting and moaning on top of him as you fisted his hair and rode him like there was no tomorrow. Hell, it could be his last day on earth and this was exactly how he wanted to spend it. Especially with the way that you were dripping onto his eager mouth with your sweet, hypnotic taste.

“Eddie? Oh shit! I’m gonna- holy fuck!”

His eyes widen underneath you as he processed what you were trying to tell him.

“I’m close!” You whimper “I’m- oh my god! Fuck, that feels so good!”

And he wastes no time. He wraps his lips around your clit before humming onto it, sending a shock of vibrations to your core that you’ve never quite experienced before. More intense than the first time. A sensation so good that you were gasping.

“Oh! Oh fuck! Eddie? Oh fuck, Eddie! Eds!”

The heavenly sounds of his name falling from your lips is what fuels him further. He grabs your hips and jerks you back and forth to rock onto his outstretched tongue as he presses it flat against you. Below you, he lets out little grunts and groans of encouragement- knowing that you were close and he wanted you to finally tumble over the edge.

It wasn’t long until you finally did.

The feeling of the pressure of his tongue pressing against your folds and the way his large hands were aiding you in reaching your orgasm was what finally got you there and the feeling was fucking euphoric.

You were writhing and gasping, your thighs shaking around his head as you finally reached your peak- a string of obscenities, Eddie’s name, and complete nonsense leaving your lips. You suddenly felt like you were made of jelly, your legs all weak and slightly tingly as you came down from your high. It was the most divine thing you’ve ever felt.

Just when you thought your legs were about to give out, Eddie uses his upper body strength to lift you- somehow gently pulling you off his face so that he could move you back down, plopping you on top of his hips so that you could slump forward onto his body. You let your head collapse onto his chest, hearing the way his heart was beating wildly as your eyes fluttered closed- trying to catch your own breath. You didn’t know what to expect when it came to hooking up with Eddie but this definitely wasn’t it.

“You okay?” He asks, reaching his hand up to stroke your hair.

“Mhm.” You hum appreciatively, letting yourself enjoy the feeling of his rough fingers as they gently massaged your scalp.

“You sure?” He laughs softly “You’re not gonna fall asleep on me, are you?”

“Shhh…” You whisper “Let me enjoy this.”

“That good, huh?” He teases, causing you to weakly raise your arm up to playfully smack his bicep.

“Don’t get cocky.” You sass.

“No?” He asks “I mean, after I got you off like that, I think I deserve bragging rights….and maybe a date?”

“In your dreams, freakazoid.” You joke.

“Oh c’mon.” Eddie exclaims “I give you the best head of your life and this is how you treat me?”

“The best head of my life?” You snort “Says you!”

“Well….” Eddie starts “Was it? The best head of your life?”

“…..Maybe.” You reply, a smirk on your lips as you nuzzle the side of your face into Eddie’s chest.

“Yessss!” He celebrates, pumping his fist in the air in triumph as he continued to hold you “I’ll fucking take that. Hell, that’ll probably be the most impressive accomplishment I’ll ever achieve in my life. I mean….unless I happen to convince you into letting me take you out.”

“Why?” You ask “Most guys take girls on dates so that they can get this far. You’re kind of doing it backwards, Munson.”

“I’m not doing it backwards.” He states “I’m doing it the right way. Like, how it should be. I mean, hooking up is like super hot and shit but I wanna take you out. Open doors for you and show you off, y’know? I know this arrangement is supposed to be a secret but…I don’t want to keep you a secret. I want everyone to know you’re mine. I mean, if you let me. If you wanna be mine.”

“Okay.” You sigh tiredly as you agree “If I say yes will you keep holding me like this?”

“Baby, if you say yes, I’ll hold you for as long as you fucking want. I won’t leave this spot, like, ever.”

“Okay then.” You agree “I’m yours.”

“Shit, really?” Eddie exclaims “You wanna be my girl? Like, for real?”

“Just let me say yes before I regret it.” You joke.

“Shit, yeah! Sorry!” Eddie beams “Okay….girlfriend.”

Robin knew. She always knew when your eyes lingered too long.

“Stop,” she’d hissed just yesterday, trumpet balanced on her knee as the rest of the band packed up around you. “He’s not… he’s not for you. Eddie’s a lot. Too much. And he’s got his own shit going on- Hellfire, his band, whatever the hell he's up to after school. You don’t want to get pulled into that. Trust me.”

There’d been something tight in her voice, something almost protective layered over something else you couldn’t quite name. But it didn’t matter. The second you caught sight of him in the hallway after practice- leaning against his locker, rings flashing as he gestured wildly at Gareth and Jeff about some new campaign idea- your stomach flipped and your fingers tightened around the handle of your clarinet case like it was the only thing keeping you grounded.

He never looked your way. Not once. You were background noise. The soft, precise sound of a clarinet in a sea of trumpets and drums. He was electric guitar feedback and screeching tires in the parking lot and the smell of cigarette smoke clinging to his jacket when he brushed past. You wondered what those long fingers would feel like if they ever actually touched you instead of guitar strings. Wondered if his voice would drop low and rough if he ever decided you were worth speaking to directly. The thought made heat crawl up your throat and settle somewhere deeper, heavier.

You were so tired of being invisible.

That night, alone in your room with your elbows propped against your desk and homework forgotten, the ache finally tipped into something sharper. You couldn’t keep doing this- watching him from across the cafeteria, heart hammering every time that wild laugh cut through the noise, pretending Robin’s warnings were enough to kill the pull. You needed a plan. Something that would force Eddie Munson to actually see you. Not the quiet band kid. Not the background extra in his loud, chaotic movie.

Something bold. Something stupid, maybe. Something that would drag you out of the safe, invisible corner you’d carved for yourself and straight into his orbit.

Your mind raced through possibilities while your fingers tapped restlessly against your thigh. Join Hellfire Club? God, the thought alone made your pulse jump- sitting at that table under the weight of his attention, having to roll dice while he watched you with those dark, intense eyes. Or maybe something riskier. Corner him after school by his van, music blasting, and just… say something. Anything. Or find a way to make him come to you.

You didn’t know yet how far you were willing to go. But then the decision sparked in your brain like a lit fuse.

No more watching. No more quiet, invisible longing from the back of the band room. If Eddie Munson was going to notice you, it had to be something he couldn’t ignore. Something loud. Something that matched the way he lived his entire life- big, dramatic, impossible to look away from.

So you were going to kiss him.

No words. No explanation. Just shove him back against his locker, fist in that stupid denim vest, and take what you’d been aching for since the first time you saw him. Then walk away like your heart wasn’t trying to claw its way out of your throat.

It was completely insane. You knew that. Robin would kill you if she found out. You might actually die of embarrassment if he pushed you off and laughed in your face. But the thought of his mouth on yours, even for a few reckless seconds, was louder than the fear.

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You waited until the hallway was busy enough to give you cover but not so crowded that someone would physically stop you. Third period passing, right after the bell. Eddie was at his locker like always, rings glinting as he shoved books inside, curls falling into his face while he talked shit with Jeff about something you couldn’t hear over the blood rushing in your ears.

Robin had gone ahead to class. You’d told her you forgot something in the band room. She’d narrowed her eyes but let it go.

Your legs felt unsteady as you crossed the hallway. Every step made your pulse louder. By the time you reached him, your hands were shaking, but the decision had already been made. No backing out now.

Eddie turned at the last second, eyes widening just a fraction when he registered you coming straight at him. “Hey-”

You didn’t let him finish.

Both hands hit his chest harder than you intende. The metal of the locker door slammed against his back with a loud clang that turned a few heads. Your fingers curled into the worn collar of his shirt and vest, yanking him down as you surged up on your toes. And then your mouth was on his.

The world narrowed to the shock of it.

He tasted like cigarettes and the cherry candy he was always sucking on between classes. His lips were softer than you expected, but the second they registered what was happening, they parted on a startled sound that you swallowed whole. You kissed him like you were trying to crawl inside his skin- desperate, hungry, all the months of silent wanting poured into one reckless, bruising press of your mouth. Your body pressed in close, chest to chest, the hard line of his rings biting into your fingers where you gripped him.

For one suspended second, he froze.

Then Eddie Munson kissed you back.

One of his hands came up and grabbed your waist, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise, yanking you tighter against him. The other slid into your hair at the nape of your neck, not gentle, not careful- just possessive, like he was anchoring you there. A low, rough noise rumbled out of his chest and into your mouth. He kissed like he did everything else. Intense, a little wild, all in. His tongue brushed yours and your knees nearly buckled. The hallway, the stares, the risk- none of it mattered. There was only the heat of his mouth, the way his body felt solid and warm under your hands, the dizzying realization that he was kissing you like he’d been waiting for it too.

You almost forgot the plan.

Almost.

With every ounce of willpower you had left, you tore your mouth away. Your lips felt swollen, tingling. Eddie’s eyes were dark, blown wide, lips parted and shiny from your kiss. He looked stunned. Wrecked. Like you’d just short-circuited something in that loud, brilliant brain of his.

You didn’t say a word.

You just let go of his collar, took one shaky step back, then another. Turned. And walked away on legs that didn’t feel entirely attached to your body.

Behind you, you heard the low, disbelieving laugh that was pure Eddie Munson- rough and delighted and a little dangerous.

“Holy shit,” he called after you, voice carrying down the hallway. “Hey- hey, wait- ”

You didn’t stop. Your heart was hammering so hard you could feel it in your teeth. Your mouth still tasted like him. Your hands were trembling. Someone definitely whistled. Someone else muttered “what the fuck just happened.” You kept walking, head high even though your face was burning, the taste of him still on your tongue and the ghost of his hand in your hair like a brand.

You made it around the corner before your back hit the wall and you slid down it, knees finally giving out. A shaky, hysterical little laugh escaped you.

You did it.

You actually fucking did it.

And Eddie Munson had kissed you back.

Now you just had to survive whatever came next.

⛧°. ⋆༺☾𖤓༻⋆. °⛧

By lunch, the entire school was buzzing like someone had set off a firecracker in the middle of the cafeteria.

You could feel it the second you stepped through the double doors. Heads turned. Whispers followed you like a trail of smoke. Someone actually pointed. You heard your name- or at least “that band girl”- mixed with Eddie’s in the same breath. The story had already mutated- you’d shoved him, kissed him like you were trying to devour him, and then walked away like a badass. Some versions had you straddling him. Others claimed he’d grabbed you and wouldn’t let go. None of them were entirely wrong.

Your usual table felt like a spotlight. You sat down with your tray anyway, trying to look normal while your heart did somersaults behind your ribs. Every time the cafeteria doors opened, your eyes snapped up, hoping for wild curls and a denim vest. Nothing. Eddie’s usual spot was empty. Hellfire was there- Gareth, Jeff, and a couple others- but their table was quieter than usual, and Eddie was nowhere in sight. The absence felt louder than if he’d been sitting there staring at you.

You poked at your food and tried to breathe.

Robin found you five minutes later.

She didn’t even sit. She just appeared at your side, grabbed your wrist, and hauled you up with a hissed, “Come with me. Now.”

You let her drag you out into the hallway and around the corner near the band room, where it was quieter. The second you were alone she spun on you, eyes wide and furious and confused.

“What the hell did you do?”

You shrugged, aiming for casual even though your pulse was still racing from the memory of Eddie’s mouth on yours. “I kissed him. That’s it. Shoved him against his locker and kissed him. No big deal.”

Robin stared at you like you’d grown a second head.

“No big deal?” She laughed, short and disbelieving. “You kissed Eddie Munson in front of half the school and then just walked away like it was nothing? People are saying you two were practically making out against the lockers. That he had his hands all over you. That you-” She stopped, ran a hand through her hair, and gave you a look that was half exasperation, half genuine concern. “It is a big deal. You don’t just do something like that to Eddie and expect it to disappear by sixth period. He’s… intense. And he doesn’t do halfway. You know that.”

You shrugged again, but it felt weaker this time. Your lips still tingled when you thought about it. The way he’d grabbed your waist. The rough little sound he’d made when you’d kissed him back. The way he’d called after you. You kept replaying it on a loop and it was getting harder to pretend it hadn’t shaken something loose inside you.

“I just wanted him to notice me,” you said quietly.

Robin’s expression softened for half a second before the worry took over again. “Oh, he noticed. Everyone noticed. The question is what he’s going to do about it.” She glanced down the empty hallway like she expected him to appear any second. “And where the hell even is he? He skipped lunch. That’s not like him.”

You didn’t have an answer. You’d been wondering the same thing since the rumors started. Was he pissed? Embarrassed? Plotting some dramatic revenge? Or was he somewhere thinking about the kiss the same way you were- replaying it, touching his mouth, wondering what the hell just happened?

Robin studied your face for a long moment, then sighed.

“Just… be careful, okay? Eddie doesn’t do casual. And neither do you, even if you’re pretending right now.” She squeezed your arm. “If he finds you later, don’t let him steamroll you. And find me if you need backup.”

She left you there in the hallway with your half-eaten lunch and the weight of a hundred rumors pressing in from every direction.

You leaned back against the cool cinderblock wall and closed your eyes.

The next day was the first official day of spring break, and Hawkins woke up to perfect weather- warm sun, a light breeze off the water, and not a single cloud in the sky. No school. No hallways full of whispers. No Robin giving you that worried, knowing look every five minutes.

Just you, your spot at Lover’s Lake, and the old wooden pier that had become your private sanctuary over the years.

You grabbed your usual supplies- a blanket, your frayed backpack with the good stuff inside, and a lighter- and headed out. The walk down to the water was quiet, the trees just starting to fill in with new green. When you reached the end of the pier, you kicked off your shoes, spread the blanket out on the sun warmed wood, and sat with your legs dangling over the edge. The lake stretched out in front of you, calm and sparkling.

You lit up, took a slow hit, and let the smoke curl out of your lungs as you leaned back on your hands. The weed hit smooth and easy, loosening the tight knot that had been sitting in your chest since yesterday. The kiss. The rumors. The way Eddie had kissed you back like he’d been starving for it. The way he’d grabbed your waist, fingers digging in, that low sound he made against your mouth. You’d replayed it so many times it felt branded into your skin.

You were halfway through your second hit when you noticed it.

Across the lake, parked crooked in the gravel driveway of one of the old houses that sat back in the trees, was a very familiar green and white van.

Eddie’s van.

Your stomach flipped hard.

You sat up straighter, squinting against the sunlight reflecting off the water. There was no mistaking it- the dents, the peeling paint on the side, the way it was angled like he’d pulled in too fast and didn’t care. The house itself looked quiet. No music blasting. No movement visible from this distance. But the van being there meant he was there.

You took another slow drag, the smoke curling warm in your chest as your mind raced.

Of all the places in Hawkins, he was across the lake from your spot. The one place you came when you needed to think. When you needed to get away from everything and everyone. And after what you’d done yesterday- after shoving him into that locker and kissing him like you had every right to- he was right there. Close enough that if you raised your voice, he might hear you on a quiet day like this.

Or maybe he already knew you were here.

The thought sent a fresh wave of heat through you, mixing with the weed and the memory of his mouth. Your lips still felt sensitive. Your waist still remembered the pressure of his hand. You wondered if he was thinking about it too, wherever he was over there. If he’d skipped lunch yesterday because he couldn’t face the rumors… or because he was planning something. You felt delusional with all of these theories.

You exhaled another lungful of smoke and stared at the van, heart beating a little faster.

You stayed where you were. There was no need to hide now that you've taken the initiative to start something that you have no idea how it'll end.

The pier was warm under the blanket, the sun soaking into your skin, and the lake was calm enough that the only sounds were the gentle lap of water against the posts and the occasional bird. You lit up again, took a long, slow hit, and let it settle in your lungs before exhaling toward the sky. The weed hit harder this time- or maybe it was just everything in life catching up to you. Either way, it made the world feel softer around the edges. Floaty. A little too warm in the best way.

You tried to play it casual. Laid back on the blanket with one arm behind your head, legs stretched out, pretending you were just here to relax like always. But inside, your thoughts kept drifting straight back to him and this new look on life you've adopted. There's no going back now. You won't let yourself be invisible any longer. You crave the adventure. The chaos. The taste of him. The heat of it.

The need was worse now that you were high. It sat low in your stomach, warm and insistent. You kept replaying the kiss on a loop, imagining what would have happened if you hadn’t walked away. If you’d let him keep kissing you. If those hands had wandered further.

You were halfway through another hit when movement across the lake caught your eye.

Eddie stepped out of the weathered house.

Even from this distance you recognized the way he moved- that loose, confident stride, curls bouncing, pins on his vest catching the sunlight. He paused on the porch for a second, stretching, then turned his head like he was scanning the lake. And then he saw you.

You could tell the exact moment he recognized you on the pier. His posture changed. He stood there for a beat, just looking, and even across the water you felt the weight of it.

Then he lifted one hand, pointed at you, and called out, voice carrying clear over the calm surface of the lake.

“Hey! You! Get your ass over here!”

The words hit you like a spark to dry tinder. Your stomach flipped hard. He was smiling- that sharp, crooked grin that always made your pulse jump-  but there was something else in it too. Something darker. Interested. Like he’d been waiting for this.

You sat up slowly, the weed making everything feel a little dreamlike as you watched him start walking toward his van. He didn’t wait to see if you’d follow. Just leaned against the trunk like he knew you would.

Your heart was beating too fast. The high made you feel bold and loose and a little reckless, the same way you’d felt right before you shoved him into that locker yesterday.

You stubbed out the joint, grabbed your stuff, and stood up on slightly unsteady legs and crossed the lake path, the weed humming warm and loose through your veins. Every step made the memory of yesterday’s kiss sharper. By the time you reached the van, Eddie was waiting with his arms crossed and a knowing smirk on his face.

He didn’t waste time.

“So,” he started, voice low and rough, “you gonna explain what the hell that was yesterday? Or are you just gonna keep showing up places like you didn’t shove me into a locker in front of half the school and kiss me like you were trying to ruin me for anyone else?”

You stopped a few feet away. The sun was warm on your back. The high made everything feel slow and electric at the same time- the way his rings caught the light, the way his tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip, the faint smell of weed and cigarettes and cologne that smelled so much like pine.

He kept going, stepping closer, voice dropping even lower.

“Rumors are everywhere. People saying you walked away like it was nothing. Like you didn’t just- ” He laughed once, short and disbelieving. “I skipped lunch because I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Couldn’t stop thinking about you. And then I come out here and there you are, sitting on that pier like you own the goddamn lake.” His eyes dragged over you, slow and deliberate. “So what’s the plan this time, huh? You gonna kiss me and run again? Or are you actually gonna tell me what the fuck is going on?”

You didn’t answer with words.

Instead you closed the distance in two steps, grabbed the front of his vest the same way you had yesterday, and shoved him back against the cool metal of the van. The trunk rattled. His eyes went wide for half a second- surprised, impressed?- before you were on him.

You kissed him hard.

This time there was no audience. No hallway. No reason to stop. Your confidence tripled under the taste of him, the way his mouth opened under yours instantly, the rough sound he made when your tongue slid against his. You pressed in close, one hand still fisted in his vest, the other sliding up into his hair and tugging. He kissed you back like he’d been holding back yesterday, all heat and hunger, teeth scraping your bottom lip before he sucked on it.

“Fuck,” he muttered against your mouth, voice already wrecked. One of his hands found your waist and yanked you in tighter while the other slid down to grab your ass, pulling you flush against him. You could feel how fast he was getting hard against your hip. “You’re really doing this again-”

You didn’t let him finish. You kissed him deeper, rougher, biting at his lip the way he’d just done to you. You were bold, every small touch made you want more, made every point of contact feel like it was burning straight through you. Your hands roamed- under his vest, over the thin shirt beneath, feeling the heat of his skin and the way his muscles jumped when your nails dragged lightly over his stomach.

Eddie groaned into your mouth and suddenly he was the one taking control.

He spun you both so your back was against the van instead, one thigh sliding between yours as he pinned you there. His mouth moved to your jaw, then down your neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. One hand pushed under your shirt, palm hot against your stomach, fingers spreading wide like he wanted to touch as much of you as possible.

“You started this,” he breathed against your throat, voice low and rough. “Twice now. You keep kissing me like that and walking away and I swear to God-” He nipped at your collarbone, then soothed it with his tongue. “I’m not letting you run this time.”

His hand slid higher under your shirt, thumb brushing the underside of your breast as he kissed you again- messy, deep, a little desperate. The van was warm against your back from the sun. His rings were cool where they pressed into your skin. Everything felt heightened, floaty, and so fucking good you couldn’t think straight.

You could feel how badly he wanted this. How badly you wanted it too.

And neither of you were stopping.

“Van?” Was all that he was able to breathe out.

“Van.”

The back of the van was warm from the sun, the air thick with the lingering smell of weed, old leather, and whatever fast food bags Eddie had tossed in the corner. Blankets and a couple of pillows were already spread out from whatever he’d been doing here. You didn’t hesitate. You climbed in first, grabbed him by the vest, and pulled him after you. The door slammed shut behind him with a heavy thud that made everything feel suddenly very private.

The second you were both inside, it turned into a fight for control.

You shoved him down onto the blankets and climbed over him, straddling his hips as you kissed him hard. Your hands were everywhere- pushing his vest off his shoulders, yanking his shirt up, nails dragging down his chest. Eddie groaned into your mouth and tried to flip you, one strong hand gripping your thigh while the other slid under your shirt to palm your breast. He bit at your lip, trying to take the lead back.

“Nuh-uh,” you breathed against his mouth, grabbing both his wrists and pinning them above his head against the van floor. Your voice came out lower than usual, rough from the weed and the heat. “You were right. I started this. I’m in charge right now.”

Eddie’s eyes flashed dark, a surprised laugh punching out of him. “Bossy little thing, aren’t you?” He bucked his hips up against you, hard and obvious through his jeans, trying to throw you off balance. “You think you can just-”

You cut him off by grinding down on him deliberately, slow and filthy, while you leaned in and bit the side of his neck hard enough to make him hiss. “I said stay still.”

Something in him shifted.

The fight drained out of his body in one long exhale. His wrists went lax under your hands instead of straining against them. His head dropped back against the pillow, curls spilling everywhere, chest heaving. Those dark eyes looked up at you like he was seeing you for the first time- really seeing you- and the sight of Eddie Munson submitting, giving in, letting you hold him down… it sent a rush of pure power straight through you. You loved it. The way his breathing changed. The way his hips twitched like he was fighting the urge to thrust up again. The way he was looking at you now, hungry and a little wrecked.

You kept kissing him, slower but no less intense, one hand still pinning his wrists while the other roamed- sliding down his stomach, popping the button on his jeans, slipping inside to wrap around him. He was already leaking, hot and hard in your fist. Eddie made a broken sound against your mouth.

“Fuck- why?” he asked, voice hoarse between kisses. His free hand came up to grip your hip, not to take over, just to hold on. “Why are you- Jesus, why now? Why like this?”

You didn’t stop touching him. You stroked him slow and tight while you answered, lips brushing his with every word.

“Because I’ve had a crush on you for fucking ever,” you said, voice steady even as your hand worked him. “Because I’ve been the invisible band geek in the back of the room with my clarinet while you walked around like you owned every hallway. Because Robin kept telling me to stay away and I couldn’t. Because I was tired of you never looking at me.”

You squeezed him on the last word and watched his eyes flutter.

“So I made a plan,” you continued, grinding down against his thigh while your thumb circled the head of his cock. “Something big. Something you couldn’t ignore. I kissed you yesterday so you’d finally see me. And now…” You leaned down, biting his bottom lip before sucking on it. “Now I’m not done. I want you like this. Under me. Letting me have you. Unless you want me to walk away again- you just have to say the word.”

Eddie’s breath hitched hard. His hips jerked up into your hand despite himself.

“Fuck,” he whispered, sounding almost dazed. “Okay. Yeah. Fuck, please don't leave.”

He stopped fighting completely.

His hands stayed where you put them. His body went pliant under yours in a way that made your head spin even more than the weed. He looked up at you with blown pupils and parted lips, completely at your mercy and apparently loving every second of it.

Your move.

You stayed right where you were- straddling his hips in the back of the van, one hand still wrapped around his cock, stroking him slow and tight while your other hand kept his wrists pinned above his head.

Eddie was already wrecked. His curls were messy against the pillow, chest rising and falling fast, lips swollen from your mouth. Every time you twisted your wrist on the upstroke he let out a low, desperate sound that went straight between your legs.

“Please,” he rasped after the third time you brought him right to the edge and stopped. His hips jerked up helplessly into your fist. “Fuck- please, don’t stop. I need-”

You squeezed the base of his cock hard enough to make him choke on the rest of the sentence.

“You need what?” you asked, voice low and taunting. You leaned down and dragged your tongue up the side of his neck, tasting salt and skin. “Use your words, Eddie.”

He groaned, long and broken. “I need to come. I need inside you. Please- fuck, I’ll do anything, just let me-”

You laughed softly against his throat and gave him one more slow stroke before letting go completely. His cock twitched hard against his stomach, flushed dark and leaking steadily. You sat back on his thighs and peeled your shirt off, then your bra, letting him look. His eyes went glassy.

“Hands on me,” you ordered. “But you don’t get to fuck me until I say. You touch my clit while I ride you. That’s it. You understand?”

Eddie nodded fast, almost frantic. “Yeah. Yeah, I understand. Just- please.”

You shoved your pants and underwear down and kicked them off, then reached between your legs and dragged two fingers through your own wetness, letting him watch. You were soaked. The teasing, the power, the way he was looking at you like you were something holy and filthy at the same time- it had you dripping.

You lined him up and sank down onto him in one slow, deliberate motion.

The stretch punched a moan out of both of you. He was thick and hot inside you, filling you perfectly. You didn’t move right away. You just sat there, clenching around him, watching his face as he fought not to thrust up.

“Fuck- you’re so tight,” he groaned. His hands came up immediately, one sliding between your bodies to find your clit like you’d told him to. Two of his rings were cool against your skin as he started rubbing tight, perfect circles. “You feel so fucking good. Please move. Please ride me. I’ll be good, I swear-”

You started to move.

Slow at first. Rolling your hips in deep, grinding circles that dragged the head of his cock against that spot inside you every time. His fingers worked your clit in messy, desperate strokes, trying to match your rhythm. The van was already starting to rock slightly with every movement.

You picked up the pace.

Soon you were riding him hard- bouncing on his cock, the wet slap of skin on skin loud in the small space. Every time you dropped down you took him to the hilt. Eddie was babbling now, voice wrecked.

“Please- fuck, please don’t stop- I’m so close, I’m gonna- please let me come inside you, I need it, I need you-”

You leaned forward, one hand braced on his chest, the other fisting in his hair and yanking his head back so you could bite at his throat.

“Not yet,” you panted against his skin. “You don’t come until I do. You wanted me to finish what I started? This is what you get. You take what I give you.”

You rode him faster, chasing your own pleasure while his fingers rubbed your clit in frantic little circles. The combination- his cock stretching you open, his rings pressing against you, the desperate sounds he was making- had you right on the edge in minutes.

When you finally came it hit hard. Your whole body locked up as you clenched around him, a broken moan tearing out of your throat. You kept riding through it, grinding down and using him while the aftershocks rolled through you.

Eddie was shaking underneath you.

“Please,” he begged, voice cracking. “Please, I can’t- I’m gonna-”

You leaned down and kissed him messy and deep, still clenching around him.

“Come,” you ordered against his mouth. “Fill me up.”

He broke with a choked cry, hips snapping up hard as he came deep inside you. You felt every pulse of it- hot and thick, spilling into you while he shook and gasped your name like a prayer.

You stayed on him until the aftershocks faded, both of you panting, sweaty, and trembling. His hands had slid up to grip your hips, holding on like he needed the anchor. You were still in control, still on top, and the look in his eyes when he finally opened them said he had no interest in changing that anytime soon.

Eddie let out a shaky, wrecked little laugh.

“Holy shit,” he breathed. “You’re gonna kill me.”

You smirked, still full of him, and rolled your hips once more just to watch him twitch.

“Good.”

You stayed on top of him while he softened inside you, both of you breathing hard, skin slick with sweat. Then you carefully lifted off and collapsed beside him in the tangle of blankets. The van smelled like sex and weed. Outside, the lake was quiet.

Eddie didn’t let you get far. He immediately pulled you back against his chest, one arm sliding under your head while the other wrapped around your waist like he needed the contact. His curls were a mess against the pillow. He looked completely fucked-out and soft in a way you’d never seen before.

Without a word, he reached over with his free hand, grabbed the half-smoked joint from earlier, and lit it. He took a slow hit, then passed it to you. You took it, the two of you passing it back and forth in comfortable silence for a minute while your heart rates settled.

Eventually he spoke, voice rough and a little shy.

“I’ve noticed you before, you know.”

You turned your head to look at him, surprised. “What?”

Eddie gave a small, self-conscious laugh and rubbed the back of his neck with the hand that wasn’t holding you. “Yeah. In the band room. During pep rallies. You’re always in the back with your clarinet, all focused and serious. I’ve seen you. I just… never said anything.”

You blinked at him. Eddie Munson- loud, dramatic, zero-fucks-given Eddie- was admitting he’d been too shy to talk to you? It didn’t compute.

“You?” you said, half-laughing. “Shy? You? The guy who stands on lunch tables and monologues about D&D and flips off the principal?”

He grinned, a little embarrassed, and ducked his head to hide it against your shoulder. “I know. It’s stupid. But every time I thought about walking up to you I’d get this… I don’t know. Stage fright or something. You always looked like you had your shit together and I was just the freak with the van and the vest.”

You were still processing that when he continued, voice dropping quieter.

“And then yesterday you just… shoved me into a locker and kissed me like that. And today you climbed in here and took control like you owned me.” He let out a breathy laugh, still sounding a little stunned. “You surprised the hell out of me. In the best way. I didn’t think you had that in you.”

You couldn’t help it- you laughed too, the sound soft and a little disbelieving in the small space of the van.

“I didn’t think I had it in me either,” you admitted. “I was just tired of being invisible. Tired of the world telling me what I could and couldn't do. Tired of wanting you and doing nothing about it.”

Eddie lifted his head to look at you properly. His eyes were warm, still a little hazy from the weed and the orgasm. A slow, crooked smile spread across his face.

“Well,” he said, thumb stroking lazy circles on your hip, “mission accomplished. I’m definitely not ignoring you anymore.”

You both laughed again- quiet, fond, a little giddy. The tension from earlier had melted into something easier. He pulled you closer, tucking your head under his chin, and passed you the joint again.

For a while you just laid there together, smoking, skin against skin, the van gently rocking with the breeze off the lake. 

Just the two of you.

⛧°. ⋆༺☾𖤓༻⋆. °⛧

You spent almost the entire spring break together.

It started with that afternoon in the back of his van and just… kept going. Eddie brought you inside Rick’s house and you ended up staying the night. Then the next day. Then the next. You smoked on the pier, made out in his van, fucked in the lake at night when no one else was around, and spent lazy mornings tangled up in blankets while he played guitar for you. He showed you his favorite D&D campaigns. You played clarinet for him once, soft and a little shy, and he watched you like you were magic.

By the last night of break you were both a little sunburned, a little sore, and completely addicted to each other.

You were lying on his chest in the back of the van again, the windows cracked to let the cool night air in, when you finally asked.

“So… what are we now?”

Eddie was quiet for a second. Then he let out a dramatic, put-upon sigh and cracked a grin you could feel against your hair.

“Well, I was thinking ‘official van sex partners’ has a nice ring to it. Very professional. We could get business cards.”

You snorted and smacked his chest lightly. He laughed- that loud, bright Eddie laugh- and then his voice softened.

“I’m kidding. I’m all in, if you want me. I’ve been all in since you shoved me into that locker, honestly. So…” He tilted your chin up so you were looking at him. “Will you be my girlfriend? Officially? No more hiding it, big middle finger up to the rumors. Just… us.”

You smiled so wide it hurt.

“Yeah,” you said. “I want that.”

Eddie kissed you like he’d been waiting his whole life to hear it.

Monday morning you showed up to school holding hands.

Eddie’s rings were warm against your fingers. He was wearing his usual battle vest and that stupid grin that said he knew exactly what kind of chaos you were about to cause. You were wearing one of his shirts under your jacket and still smelled like his cologne and weed and last night’s sex. Neither of you cared.

The second you walked through the front doors, the whispers started again- louder than before. People stared. Someone actually gasped. You heard your name and Eddie’s mixed together in the same breath more than once. A couple of the Hellfire guys whooped when they saw you. Someone from the band shot you a wide eyed look like you’d grown a second head.

You didn’t let go of his hand.

Robin found you at your locker before first period. She took one look at your joined hands, then at the matching hickeys you were both definitely trying not to hide, and just sighed.

“I told you he was trouble,” she muttered, but there was a small, reluctant smile tugging at her mouth. “You two are disgusting. I’m happy for you. Don’t make me regret saying that.”

Eddie slung an arm around your shoulders and pressed a loud, dramatic kiss to your temple.

“Too late, Buckley. She’s stuck with me now.”

You leaned into him, smiling so hard your cheeks hurt, and flipped off the next person who stared a little too long.

Let them talk.

You finally had exactly what you wanted.

This wasn't how you thought you'd be spending your Saturday off but here you were, in Eddie's room, with Heather helping him clean out his room after Wayne told him to “get rid of some crap”. You'd take the liberty of helping him go through his clothes, see what didn't fit, what he didn't wear and what he was keeping, while Heather was carefully making sure his mini figures for his d&d campaigns were safe in all the mess, having her dragon plushies watch over them. “There, now no one can come and hurt your figures”.

She proclaims, proudly. Eddie walks over to her smiling, talking about how he would get her a mini figure of her character once she could play along with the group, how someday she could have her own collection like he does.

You smile, listening to the two as you go through his drawers finding more old clothes you've never seen him wear before. As you go through, you find something at the bottom. A cuddly bat plush. Clearly old, being ratty in a few places, some of its fluff missing, a couple mysterious stains that never fully washed out, but clearly well loved. You see an old tag that had some damage, and see the writing. As you read it your eyes soften. ‘To my little bat, happy 5th birthday, love mom’.

Eddie turns to you, not hearing you and sees you holding his beloved bat toy his mom gifted him. The smile falls from his face, quickly going up to you and carefully taking it from you. He was very protective over that plush. His eyes stay to the ground holding that plush for dear life.

“Eddie…” you don't know what to say, you knew he must have cherished that plush. Heather looked over wondering if something was wrong. She sees the plush in Eddie's hand. “What's that?” She's curious about the plush.

“It's a plush that Eddie's had since he was a kid” you say beating around the bush of Eddie's mom. She looks at the plush, seeing Eddie slightly tense and carefully looks at the plush, reaching out slowly to feel the fluff.

“It's nice and soft”. She smiles feeling the old plush. “Do you think I can have Roary for that long?” She asks, looking between you two.

“Maybe, if you look after him carefully. Why don't you go get Eddie's d&d stuff out so we can get to the other stuff behind it?” Heather nods, being given some responsibility, very careful taking the stuff out the room, not realising you needed an excuse to get her out the room. Eddie continues to look at his plush in his hands.

“You know… it's been so long since I last saw this thing, let alone held it.” He didn't know what to do. He usually hid all of this, anything that was too painful, that reminded him too much of his mother. He loved her, missed her, but sometimes it was just too painful. You look down at the plush, “your mother had good taste you know?” You smile softly.

He looks over at you, seeing no pity, no awkward questions he didn't want to ask, just acceptance, that he was still a boy who missed his mother dearly. His arms wrap around you tightly, holding you close. Your arms slowly wrap around him too as his face buries into your neck.

“Yeah, she did… she would have really loved you, you know?” His voice was shaking more than he wanted to admit.

“I hope she does”. You mutter into his neck. He smiles, pressing a soft kiss against your neck. “Yeah, she does”.

He truly did believe his mom was watching over him and that she sent you to him, knowing he needed someone good to keep him on the right path. He hugs you a little tighter, “thank you… for loving me despite… everything”.

You pull back, making him lift his head. “I will always love you Eddie Munson, no matter what, what anyone says or thinks, I will always have you in my heart.”

You confess to him. You can see the tears in his eyes building, he buries his face back in your shoulder, not daring to let you see him cry. Instead you hold him close, letting him gently cry into your shoulder, the battered up bat plush in a tight grip, not wanting to get rid of it.

After a few moments he finally pulls away, wiping his face clear of tears before looking down at his old toy. “Perhaps it's time old batsy finally comes out of his cave”. He jokes, a smile slowly growing on his face. He turns and puts the bat on his drawers, next to his beloved guitar. “There, right next to the other thing mom gave me, my love for music.”

The seasons were turning, going from the warmer seasons, meaning summer was coming up, meaning for Eddie, exams were coming up. He'd been actually trying, studying, books out, homework mostly being done, Wayne couldn't believe it, his nephew was actually trying? Who was this person, and what had they done with his nephew? He was glad Eddie was taking more initiative with his school work, but still, it was pretty unnerving.

This also meant that Heather wasn't able to go as many Hellfire meetings, which she was pretty upset with. You explained to her that with everyone being busy with exams and school, there weren't going to be as many. She understood, she just missed everyone, all the fun meetings and screaming “HIT” or “MISS” with Eddie. Instead, she was playing with the other kids in the trailer park or with her toys.

One Saturday, you and Heather decided to do some finger painting, teaching Heather colours while putting down a bunch of plastic all over the place. A sudden knock hits the door before opening, Eddie peeking in “Hello ladies”. Eddie announces, Heather's face lighting up running over to him “Uncle Eddie!” He picks her up, holding him onto his hip. “Hey little one, how've you been?”

Heather starts babbling about everything she's done since she last saw him. You finish setting up, getting up, and walking over. “And to what do we owe the pleasure?” You ask, Eddie looking over, wrapping his free arm around you.

“Well it had been a while so I came by to see my favourite girls, plus I think I'm scaring Wayne with the amount I've been studying so I thought I could spend a day with you two for a break. So what are we doing here?” As he asks, he gently puts Heather down.

“We were gonna do some finger painting today, hence all the plastic, Heather, you wanna go get some old clothes on?” Heather goes rushing into her room to change. Eddie looks you over.

“So mama, how have you been? I know its been a while”.

You chuckle, “I'm okay, Eddie. Works same as usual, Heather's okay, she misses all the hellfire d&d nights though.”

“Yeah, figured. Hopefully once everyone is available we can have a few here and there, just everyone's busy with school and stuff”.

“She knows, she just misses it. However you been? With all your studying and everything?”

“Honestly I'm trying but I don't know if any of it is staying in though. For once I'm actually nervous, I'm genuinely trying for once but what if its not enough? What if I have to repeat this year for a third time?”

It's clear this is the first time Eddie has genuinely been worried about exams, his anxieties and worries slowly rising, bubbling to the surface.

“Well, I was the top of my class, if you need tutoring, and I mean actual tutoring, then I'll see what day I have spare to help”.

He smiled, grateful you were willing to help him.

“Thanks dear, I might take you up on that, maybe I need my pretty lady to motivate me” he gets this smug look on his face, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you close, as your arms glide up his biceps, he leans in and kisses you.

“Missed these soft lips, those pretty eyes. Once all this exam crap is over, I'll take you out again, have a whole night together, maybe rent a hotel room this time. As fun as it was here, you do not have a lot of space here and I'd rather not risk stepping on a Barbie”. You chuckle at his words, but it was true.

“Fine, once you're all done, you own Heather a hellfire night, and me a date night”.

“And so it shall be, my love”.

As you chuckle Heather comes running back out in some old clothes she doesn't mind getting paint on.

“Ypu ready to go Heather?”

She nods very enthusiastically as you go to get her new paints from her birthday.

“Uncle Eddie, are you painting with us?” Heather asks, looking up at him, he smiles and nods before taking his jacket off.

“But I'm not getting paint on this, this stays clean, got it?” He leaves his jacket by the door, Heather smiles as you put her hair up. You get your hair up before getting the paints out, paper and brushes and paper.

“Ready Heather?” She nods excited to let her fingers and hands paint free. You dig a brush into the pink paint and brush it on Heather's hand, once painted she slaps it on the clear canvas giggling. You pour out the paint, enough for her to use as she goes crazy, you let her have fun splatter paint all over the canvas as she pleases.

Eddie grabs a canvas and a paintbrush and starts to paint out his design, and you do the same. Heather every now and then asks for more paint, or what paint to mix to get a colour she wants, helping her learn colours. You start painting, making random colours and patterns while Eddie is looking very concentrated on his piece, his tongue sticking out while he fights to keep his hair out of the paint, it was adorable.

After a while and a few messy painted canvases later, heater has done plenty of finger painting, attempting to make a dragon to go along with Roary and her newest dragon plush, now named Blaze. Heather runs over to see your paintings and says they look pretty. As she goes over to see Eddie's there's an unknown expected knock at the door. Eddie looks at you. “You expecting someone, love?” He asks as he stands up, being careful of the paints. You shake your head as Eddie goes to answer the door.

There were two older looking people, maybe around his uncle's age, standing at the door. They definitely were not from around here, looking like they could own some fancy looking house, maybe even a mansion. “uhh… can I help you pair?”

“Oh sorry, we must have the wrong address, we're looking for y/n”.

“Ohh, sure, uh baby? There's some people here to see you”. Eddie can't help looking at the pair like they were aliens. You appear at the door and look and see the two people you were least expecting to see. “Mom?... Dad?” You ask, you feel like your eyes are bulging out of your head, why were they here? After four years, they decide to rock up like they hadn't been around for four years!? They lean in to hug you in your shocked state, if it weren't for Eddie pulling you back, they would have.

His face was stormy, looking ready to shove them out if needed. As soon as those two words leave your mouth, he immediately goes back to the date night where you told him what happened, how they practically abandoned you, ready to leave you out on the street, all because you got pregnant.

Your parents look a little put off by Eddie pulling you away back in his arms. “You're her parents?” He asks, his voice low and stern.

“Uh, yes, we're her parents, I'm Mary and this is her father Robert.” Her mother tries to introduce themselves. “And you are?” She asks, her eyes trailing over Eddie's appearance, a look he's seen and gotten used to seeing over and over. The look of instant dislike and distrust. “I'm Eddie, her boyfriend”. He says it so matter-of-factly that you almost missed this being the first time either of you have mentioned being girlfriend/boyfriend.

The disapproval is almost instant on your parents' faces. “Oh, y/n really? And here we thought you would have grown out of this by now. I mean you're how old now? 25? 26?”

“...I'm 22 mom… turn 23 in July…” That really proved to Eddie just how little they knew of their own daughter. Before he could get another word out, another voice came from inside the trailer.

“Mommy, who's that?” Heather had pushed her way through your guys legs, she looked up at the two strangers at the door, your parents eyes brightened. “And this is our little granddaughter? Oh how precious, come give your grandmother a hug”. Your mother opens her arms expecting Heather to run into them, when she doesn't she leans in, causing Heather to hide behind you.

“Mommy says to not go near strangers”.

“Oh honey, I'm not a stranger, I'm your grandmother and this is your grandfather, come here”. She leans in to go pick up Heather, scaring the poor girl. “MOMMY!” You hear her scream, something about your daughter yelling for you brakes you out of your shock. You grab your daughter's shoulders and pull her back into your arms like Eddie did with you, holding her close. You pick her up as she cries into your shoulder. That displeased look on your mother's sour face hits again. “What's the matter? I was only saying hello? So dramatic for absolutely no reason”.

“Just like you were when you were younger y/n, you need to teach her about respecting her elders, and her manners”. Your dad chimes in unwanted. You glare at the pair of them, for making your daughter cry, for insulting Eddie, for making you feel right back at home.

“Come on sweetheart”. You mutter softly to Heather, bringing her to her room. You see Eddie's face soften as you go to Heather's room, as soon as the door closes, his face immediately hardens. He glares at the pair, crossing his arms over his chest, he asks “what the fuck did you pair want anyway?” The two are appalled by his language, both looking annoyed.

“We decided to visit our daughter and her child, we haven't seen them in a while-”

“You mean when you kicked your kid out for getting pregnant? When she needed you pair most and you threw her out? I mean, I'm a fuck up and not even my uncle wouldn't dream of doing that. How did you even find her address?”

“We asked one of her friends since we couldn't find her ourselves”.

“Well maybe that was for the better. You haven't been in your daughter's life for four years, you've never even met your grandchild till now, and you expected them to just lovingly embrace you cuz you're blood related? I've heard some dumb strategies in my time but that actually might be a winner.”

“Look young man, this has nothing to do with you. This is our family-”

“Not anymore it isn't. You gave up on that the moment you abandoned your daughter. You don't get to call them your family, their my family, my girls, you've upset them enough, now get out, before I give Hopper a heart attack by calling the police myself for once”.

He interrupts your mother as the two stand there shocked before he slams the door in their face, sighing. How could her parents do that? Not be there for her then show up like nothing has happened? He leans against the door before hearing soft sniffles come from Heather's room. His expression softens hearing you two crying, he sees Roary and Blaze on the table and grabs them, bringing them over before lightly knocking on the bedroom door before walking in.

Inside the scene breaks his heart. Heather has her face buried in the curve of your neck sniffling, shaking a little, he can see her small hands gripping your shirt, her sitting on your lap as you sit on the bed, not doing much better. You hold her close to you, your foot tapping, a nervous habit he recognises that he did when he was younger, tears building in your eyes but never falling, wanting to stay strong for your daughter.

Eddie sits next to you and holds you both, your head hides in his chest as you finally cry, you couldn't believe it. And in the shock of everything, it all came flooding back, the anxiety, the fear, everything. All you could do was gently rock your little girl in your arms while Eddie held you together. Eddie says nothing, he just holds you both tightly to him, as if your parents would return and snatch you both away from him.

After a while your cries die down to sniffles, you move your face away, red, tear stained along with Eddie's shirt. “S-sorry about that…”

“Hey…” he gently takes your face in his hands. “It's okay, you have nothing to be sorry for”. He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, your eyes closing as you concentrate on the softness of his slightly chapped lips. Heather moves her head away from your neck, looking over at Eddie before jumping into his arms. He holds her close, gently rubbing her back. “It's okay, princess, big scary uncle Eddie got rid of them. If they know what's good for them, then they'll leave you both alone.” As you sit up, wiping your face, the trailer phone rings, you get up to answer it as Eddie stays with Heather.

You answer, hearing the familiar voice of your old friend Jackie. “Y/N! DONT ANSWER THE DOOR! YOU'RE PARENTS ARE LYING!” Is the first thing your hear screeched down the phone at you so loud, you have to move away.

“Jackie, Jackie… what are you talking about, mom and dad they've… they've already been”.

“What did they tell you?”

That they wanted to see me, why?”

“Okay, don't be mad but I might have given them your address, but it's cuz they lied to me, they said someone in your family was in hospital, critical condition or some shit I can't remember, so I didn't think and gave them your address, and then I only found out its cuz your family's asking about you, since they haven't seen you in so long, they wanted to invite you somewhere for dinner or something, I don't know. Point is your parents basically lied so they could try and get in the good books with the rest of the family”.

“So… it was just appearances again? Play pretend happy fucking family again?” You feel your annoyance growing, god you wish you didn't freeze and yelled at them, screamed, even slamming the door in their face would have sufficed, but you froze.

“Yeah, again I'm so, so sorry, I know I should have checked but I thought there was an emergency and I didn't fully think and god… I feel terrible”, you could hear the genuine remorse in Jackie's voice.

“It's okay, they seem to have that affect where they damn well go, match made in hell and all that”. You hear Jackie huff out in relief that you weren't mad at her.

“So now that we're actually talking, how's things with you and Heather?”

“They're going well, great actually. She'll be at school next year and Eddie's been a great help”.

“Eddie? Who's Eddie?”

Oh yeah… “He's, uhh, he's my boyfriend-”

“OH MY GOD!” Another scream down the phone.

“You have a boyfriend!? Like an actual boyfriend!? Why am I only hearing this now!?” Before you know it, Jackie hits you with question after question about Eddie, making you smile, forgetting about your parents.

Meanwhile back in Heather's room, Eddie holds Heather to his chest, rocking her back and forth like you did.

“Was that lady… gonna take me?” Heather asks through her last tears.

“No sweetheart, your mama and I would have never let that happen. You know your uncle Eddie is big and scary, like a dragon, keeping his princess and queen safely away from the monsters”. She smiles softly thinking of Eddie as a dragon. “Would you breathe fire?”

“Of course, fire to scare the locals but keep you two nice and warm during cold weather, and wings big and mighty to fly you around the land”, he raises his arms like a pair of wings, making a roar noise, Heather smiling. “And along with my trusty companions Roary and Blaze”, he held up the two dragon plushies, “No one will hurt my princess or queen”.

Heather giggles softly, her earlier distress now forgotten. “W-would that mean you're a dragon king? Because you're with mommy?” He smiles.

“We would have to be married first before I can become a dragon king Heather”.

“Then get married!” Heather chimes like it was the easiest thing in the world, considering she was part of the help to get you and Eddie together, Eddie was not risking this. “Uh-uh not yet, and don't you and Dustin start plotting again”.

“But do you want to marry mommy?” She looks up at him as he glances at the door, hearing a soft chuckle from you as you talk on the phone, a slight smile on his face.

“Maybe one day Heather, but it's too early, we've not even been together a year yet and I've got enough on my plate with school as it is, speaking of which as soon as we can, we will have a hellfire night once again, so you get be my little DM assistant” Heather smiles jumping for joy at that.

You pick that time to walk back in, promising Jackie that at some point you two would meet up to have a proper rally about your new boyfriend, and walk in seeing Heather smiling and jumping.

Eddie turns to see you. “Hey gorgeous”. He says moving towards you and giving you a proper kiss, his hands resting on your waist. “Hello handsome, everyone feeling better now?” Eddie nods as Heather has Blaze and Roary in her hands. “Yeah, I think we're good now, though she's probably gonna want a nap later, big emotions happened so the little one will need to sleep it off”. He says.

“Look at you, almost sounds like an actual dad”. You tease as you walk out the room deciding to get some snacks and juice for Heather so you can clear up the paints. You don't see the slight blush on Eddie's face as he thinks about us, Eddie Munson, being a stepdad… or just a father figure in general… he never thought he'd live to see the day.

You cut up some fruit with some juice for Heather to sit and eat while you start to clear up, Eddie helping alongside you when you finally ask, “Oh yeah, what did you paint Eddie? We never got to see yours”.

“Yeah!” Heather chimes in as Eddie looks at his painting in hiding. “Alright I guess it's only fair”. He turns to grab his painting and shows it off, it was a poster like paint with a dragon and guitars. “I wanted to try and see how some ideas would be for the next corroded coffin show and since I haven't had the chance to actually design any posters yet I figured this would be the best chance with what I had, I'll have to show it to the guys and get their opinion on it first but, not bad for a first draft”. He looks down at his painting, genuinely proud of it.

“I never took you for an artist”. You say looking over the picture.

“Well who do you think came up with the hellfire club t-shirt design? Did it all myself, managed to find a studio that would let me print the shirts, which reminds me, I should make one for Heather at some point as our newest member”. Heather gasps at that.

“You know if you don't she won't want to take it off for like a month, right?”

Eddie palmed the bulge in his pants. Was that just a morning boner, or the idea of a cute girl who liked either Master of Puppets or Lord of the Rings that got him hard?

You're a bit nervous. Meeting the leader of Corroded Coffin, creator of the only D&D club in town (now under the rule of Dustin H.), alleged murderer of like five high school kids (you know it's bullshit, but people still talk) is no ordinary event. You're so thankful your friend has hooked up with Harrington.

But what if he doesn't like you? What if he thinks you're trying too hard, or just sees you as another sheepie?

Your friend insists you wear your smallest bikini, do your hair, and put on waterproof makeup.

"Aren't we swimming?"

"I am going to hook up with the best guy in a hundred-mile radius — handsome, smart, kind, great hair. And you can swim if you want, but we need to arrive in style."

You do everything, even the waxing.

Steve meets the two of you and insists you chill by the pool while he finishes up the snacks.

You've just changed and stopped by the kitchen to offer some help when the doorbell rings.

"Must be Eddie, get it please."

Steve is watching over the popcorn, and the whole process is in full swing.

"Hey." You open the door and cold shiver runs down the back of your neck.

"You're not Steve," Eddie greets you, stunned like a deer in headlights.

"Last time I checked, I wasn't. Steve's in the kitchen, running late with the food."

Your friend appears on the stairs. Eddie gives her a long look and bows.

Somewhere up above, Puck smirks and blows flames out of the oven onto Steve's perfect hair.

It's gut-punching. He sees your friend and immediately falls for her? It's so unfair. To hide your long face, you approach the kitchen, but Steve slams the door in your face.

"Sorry, the little hotdogs are on fire. Please call Eddie," Steve asks from behind the door, clearly leaning on it with his full body.

You return to find Eddie asking your friend what she does in her spare time.

"Eddie, Steve wants you in the kitchen," you mutter, and aggressively add vodka to your lemonade.

"What's wrong, hun?" Your friend seems charmed by Eddie, who has turned full goblin king on her.

"I'm never going on a blind date with you," you say, unable to admit to your friend how insecure you feel, how much it hurts to see Eddie clearly more interested in her.

"It's not blind, you knew what you were getting."

"But he didn't."

"It's going to be okay once we settle in, dear."

The evening is beautiful, the heat of the Indiana summer subsiding. You take a long gulp and let the light breeze caress your hair.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen:

"Eddie, it's an emergency, it's a fucking 911 situation." Steve's gorgeous hair is lightly singed on one side.

Eddie laughs his heart out.

"Taking it back, Munson. I wasn't asshole enough to you in school."

"How did you even do it?"

"Cooking bloody mini hotdogs to stick them on fucking toothpicks with olives and cheese."

"Oh, for fuck's sake, even I know not to put my head in the oven."

"Fuck you, Munson. Do something, call Robin to come ASAP with good scissors."

"Ladies, Steve is trying to contain the consequences of a small fire in the kitchen. He'll be out in no time, and meanwhile, I'm at your service. I can play guitar, tell stories, hot-wire cars, pick locks—"

Your friend interrupts. "Tell us the murder story, what really happened?" She doesn't notice Eddie flinch, or the way his hand traces the scars on his neck and forearm. You do see more scars on his lean, pale torso, some covered with tattoos, some left bare.

"I'd rather not…"

"Please, please, please, please."

Robin takes her sweet time while Steve barricades himself in the kitchen. Your friend is in the tub with Eddie, who doesn't even lift his eyes to you. You drain your glass and dive into the pool like some broken-hearted mermaid.

You float and stare at the stars, lost in your misery, when his velvet voice catches you off guard.

"Can I get you another drink?"

You scramble up ungracefully and swim to the edge. Eddie looks away.

"Lemonade, with a generous splash of vodka, please."

"Hey, slow down. Steve will be out soon. I'll be right back with your order."

Eddie is back with two drinks and a beer. He hands you the lemonade — which has less alcohol than your auntie's stollen, closing his eyes with those eyelashes fit for a calf. He hands the other to your friend with a grin and keeps interrogating her on movies, books, and music.

Futile, you think. You two have nothing in common.

"So, are you on the dark side?" Eddie tries, a Star Wars reference your friend's only half-following — she's seen the movies, but mostly for Harrison Ford.

"What's even fun on the dark side?" you cut in. "Uniforms? Barracks?"

Eddie turns to you, and for a second his eyes meet yours.

"That's actually... very true. Deep, even. I'll think about it."

And I'll think about how to survive the night, you think.

Robin is fixing Steve's hair in the kitchen. He gasps and squeals at every lock that hits the floor. Robin eats all the hotdogs that weren't burned in the process. Finally, she's done.

"Go, Romeo, and order something next time. Running late to my date.”

Steve comes back out with a bowl of olives, cheese cubes, and toothpicks kept separately.

"The snacks are here, and the music is coming next." Steve gestures to Eddie that he's going to cut his throat.

Eddie is massaging your friend's shoulders and stops abruptly. Steve is pointing to you with his eyes.

They excuse themselves to smoke, though your friend is surprised to hear Steve smokes.

"He's sweet, but such a nerd. I had to give him something to do just to shut him up," your friend explains.

"Right," you are not even pretending to enjoy the party. "Can I just leave please?"

"Wait, what? No! No way."

Meanwhile, in the driveway:

"What the fuck are you doing with her shoulders?"

"She asked me to. I talked to her for half an hour — she's cute, but we don't have anything in common. It must be a different friend your girl ended up bringing."

"Because she's not your girl, you ass."

"What? The other one?"

"Yes! Was it that hard to ask both and figure it out?"

"But she's gorgeous, I thought she was your girl. She was apparently helping you in the kitchen until... I didn't dare raise my eyes to her, so you wouldn't kill me with the nail bat."

"I will kill you with the nail bat now if you don't shut up and go fix it."

Steve whisks his girl away to the tub.

"Stevie, did you change your hair?"

"Just styled it a bit differently, it lost volume from the kitchen heat. You look amazing."

Your friend immediately melts and takes food from Steve's hands. She told you she's not going to move past second base with him until he officially asks her to be his girlfriend. Good luck with that.

You're bitter and bored when Eddie brings you a fluffy towel.

"Hey, I'm sorry. A terrible mistake happened."

"Oh yeah?"

"Please forgive me. I was bedazzled by your beauty and immediately thought you were Steve's girl."

"Oh, shut up."

"Let me make it up to you."

"Sure." You push him in the pool and make your way to the bar.

"Hey." I mean it."

You take only two steps before something dripping wet grabs you from behind. After a short struggle, you both fall into the pool and go all the way down.

Somewhere high above, Queen Titania pulls Puck by the ear, and sprinkles some fairy dust over the water.

When you finally emerge, the world looks different — the stars shining brighter, the pool surface sparkling like a Disney opener. You'll wonder about it later. Right now you can't bring yourself to care.

Eddie's breath is hot as he holds you from behind and whispers in your ear:

"The dark side does have some benefits. I can show them to you." He kisses your neck with an open mouth, trailing from your shoulder to the sensitive spot behind your jaw.

"Eddie…" Your voice trembles, and you want to tell him that this is too fast, that you need to get to know each other, but you feel the heat spreading down your body as his tongue dips inside your ear, and an involuntary gasp breaks from your lips.

Steve is guiding your friend back into the house, and she's giggling, holding his hand. Sure, they're not going past second base. You laugh silently.

"You're trembling, sweetheart. Are you cold, or am I too much?" He moves your hair aside and gently bites the back of your neck.

"Hot tub?" you offer weakly.

"Anything your heart desires."

You swear the hot tub sparkles. Did Steve add glitter? He better not — you don't want to spend a week trying to wash it out of everything.

The water is just the right degree of hot. Eddie pushes the button, and it starts bubbling.

"Where did I stop?"

You pull him by the guitar pick necklace and kiss him. His lips are soft, and his cheek too, definitely freshly shaved. You run your nails down it, and Eddie moans into your mouth. He tastes like beer and cigarettes, but in a nice way. Your tongues work in perfect tandem as he pulls you flush against him, and you feel the bulge in his swim trunks.

Normally you'd think it too fast, too direct, but something is different tonight. You're so turned on that he's this hard for you, your legs wrap around him on instinct.

Eddie looks around and, with a mischievous smile, pulls the little knot on your bikini top.

Somewhere up above, King Oberon pretends to scold his wife: how many times has he told her not to waste fairy pollen on those humans — they don't even believe in them anymore.

"But Puck messed it all up, and the girl would've been heartbroken because of his prank. And she does believe in us, sweet soul."

Eddie frees your breasts, and his eyes get even bigger.

"Can I? Please say I can."

You nod, and he attacks your nipples with his lips, his teeth, his fingers — kneading and palming reverently as you feel his desire growing bigger.

You can't help your hand crawling into his trunks. Eddie's breath hitches as you wrap your fingers around his cock, it feels hard as steel, covered in the softest skin. He almost whimpers as you move your hand up and down.

"Eddie, it's crazy, but I want…"

"I got you, baby. I don't know what it is, but I'm taking my time with you."

He lifts you onto the edge of the tub and eases your bikini bottoms down. You part your legs for him, exposing your slick pussy.

Someone up above blushes and leaves.

Eddie carefully stretches you open with his thumbs and licks up and down your slit. The air feels cool on your hot skin. You arch into him and tangle your fingers in his wet hair, scraping his scalp with your nails as his tongue curls inside you.

"Sweet girl," he murmurs against your pussy, and heat sparks up your spine.

"Eddie, need more, need you…" you beg. He lifts his face, chin slick, his eyes drunk with lust.

"So impatient. What got you worked up like this?"

He doesn't wait for an answer — just seals his lips around your swollen clit and sucks gently. One long finger enters you, then another joins a moment later.

"Fuck… so wet for me."

He pumps in and out, curling his fingers against the soft spot inside that makes you cry out shamelessly.

"There she is. Don't hold back."

Eddie devours you with full dedication, his whole body moving, fingers working in tandem with his tongue, drawing you closer and closer.

Your breathing quickens. "Yes, Eddie, like this… I'm gonna come."

You pull his head closer. Eddie gives you all of him and more. With one last curl deep inside you and his tongue flickering against your clit, you come, hips bucking against him. He eases you through it, looking up at you smug, lust-drunk, not even bothering to wipe his face.

You pull him in for a kiss, still riding the high, weak in the legs and melted, as he whispers between kisses on your neck:

"Am I an animal for saying I want you right here by the tub?"

Your walls clench at the thought of him taking you on the spot.

"Fuck me, Eddie. Right here."

"You're good?"

"On the pill."

The last dam breaks. Eddie pulls off his trunks and crawls over you. He pushes into your waiting pussy and stills for a moment.

"Breathe."

You open your eyes to find his, dark and hooded. He fucks into you like he'll burst if he slows down. You moan as every thrust goes deeper, pulling him closer with your legs.

"Oh, you like that? Want more?"

"Yeah… Eddie… more." You're completely out of breath.

"Hold tight, then." He hooks your leg over his shoulder, steadies your hips with his arm, and rails into you, possessed — groans, curses, and praises all blurring together as he hits that sweet spot, your toes curling.

"Right there, Eddie," you manage, head thrown back, vision blurring at the edges.

"Let me feel you, sweetheart. Let the whole world see you fall apart on my cock." He adds his thumb to your clit, pulsing it with the rhythm of his hips, and your whole body tenses for a second before a wave of release crashes over you, your walls fluttering on his cock, making Eddie lose it.

"Fuck, baby, that's it — I'm gonna come." He snaps into you a few more times through your aftershocks and spills inside you.

Eddie collapses over you, his body heavy and slick with sweat, but you don't mind the weight.

"Well, look at you, taking it all. Who could've imagined."

"Wasn't my plan, but no regrets."

After a minute, Eddie rolls aside. "Want another spiked lemonade?"

"Please."

You're cooling down in the actual pool when Eddie comes back with two drinks and trades yours for a kiss.

"Steve mentioned you like 'Master of the Rings,' so tell me ,is it really Lord of the Rings, or Master of Puppets?"

"Both."

 “I have a birthday this weekend,” you shook your hair in a sexy move you practiced in front of a mirror.

 “Happy birthday, princess.” Eddie tried to keep his eyes from your breasts that begged to be free.

 “Thanks, but there’s something I hope you can help me with.” You nervously looked around, but it seemed like everyone was too busy melting in the Midwest heat to care what on earth you could be talking to Munson about.

 “I have a girls-only pool party and need some... party favors.” 

Eddie finally understood that you just wanted drugs and put his professional smile on. “Anything I have is yours, princess. Bulk discount.”

 “Maybe some pills to dance and have fun, you can help with that?” Eddie frowned; it was more dangerous than the weed he had in his lunchbox. 

“It’s harder to get, but I can go an extra mile for your birthday. It will cost you, though; it’s high on the market.”

You kept being as seductive as you could in the heat, staring at a drop of sweat running down his neck. “I have a budget, but that’s not all I hope you can help with.”

 You reached for your water bottle and drank a sip, letting him notice how your lips wrapped around the thick bottle neck.

 “What can I do for you, my lady? Blow balloons, roll the red carpet?” He swallowed hard, running a hand through his damp hair.

 You let your gaze drop to his hands fidgeting with the chain. “Many of us are doing it for the first time. I would feel much better if someone with experience was around, just to tell us what is normal, shit like that. Stay relatively sober, so you could drive if there’s an emergency.” You lifted your eyes to look at him through your lashes in the most innocent way. 

“Oh, you want me to babysit your party?” He smirked, but you could tell the idea to be the only dick in a pool full of girls in bikinis excited him. 

“Saturday 9pm, bring your trunks.”

 “I didn’t say yes, baby.” 

“I read your mind,” you murmured and wiped a drop of water from your chin.

 Eddie stayed stunned, frying in the afternoon sun. Since when am I invited to babysit parties instead of crushing them? Guess I’m getting old for this. Good thing I’m graduating.

Dividers by @chateaubarnes

Hot summer night is filled with music and laughter. The stars are emerging in the twilight, and everything seems magical, you’re all young and pretty and everything is possible.

 Eddie is tense though, he’s sitting by the cooler, nursing the same beer for an hour, still stubbornly wearing blue jeans and a tank top, at least white this time, his vest covered in a ridiculous amount of metal band pins slung on the chair back.

 You and your friends are loose and happy splashing in the pool, some already topless. 

Including you. 

Your skin tingles from the excitement, you never dared to be this naughty. Perky breasts bounce with every move, nipples harden from the summer breeze and Eddie's dark gaze, that he tries to move away every time you look. 

“Eddie,” you call sweetly, swimming closer and two of your friends follow. “Join us, you don’t have to guard the beer cooler like a gargoyle.” 

He crosses his legs trying to hide the boner in his jeans. “I’m fine, birthday girl. Gotta think straight when you’re all rolling.” 

You grin, and tell your friends: “He’s sweet, don’t you think? Suffering in the heat, trying to be good and watch out for us.” The girls laugh and blow him kisses, Sarah grabs his ankle and you join too. “C’mon, Munson. Have a little fun with us.” 

He doesn’t take you seriously and loses his footing when you three yank his legs, sliding in with a splash. He emerges cursing, soaked like a very cute sea lion. “Fuck, okay, I’m in. Happy now?” Should’ve worn those damn trunks.

 Your bare breasts press into his soaked top, and you both inhale sharply at the contact. “Very,” you whisper as your lips “accidentally” brush his jaw. “You’ve been staring at my tits all night.” 

“You’re high as hell right now. This is the molly talking, sweetheart. You don’t want...” you don’t listen and drag the shirt over his head. Eddie is trying to steady himself and not grab for your waist or breast. His skin is pale with a few moles, the tattoos glisten and the happy trail disappears into his jeans. Now when the water plasters them tight, his straining cock is obvious to everyone. 

The other girls lounge on floats or the deck, watching you all with amused interest but choosing not to join the fray. 

Sarah, Jess and you surround him like playful sirens. They touch and tickle and lick as you kiss him enjoying the intoxicating sensation of his lips on yours. Eddie gives up and anchors himself to your waist. His pupils are blown wide, making his gaze almost black, but there’s no fear. “Ladies, you are misbehaving,” he mutters when you put your hand on the bulge in his jeans and stroke once, then again, feeling his throbbing cock. Your friends drag him deeper. 

Everything is muffled and surreal under the water, the bubbles rush up from his mouth. His eyes open wide when you cup his face, seal your lips to his and exhale slowly, giving him air together with a filthy deep kiss. He responds, his tongue slides inside your mouth as Sarah and Jess stroke and tickle his chest, his thighs, his cock. Eddie jerks desperately but it’s three against one. 

You surface for air, then go back under, feeding him another breath while hands explore him everywhere. He is trembling with need by the time you finally haul him to the edge.

 “I don’t bite, unless you ask for it,” you murmur in his ear, breathy and low. Your fingers slide down his chest and you feel his heart is hammering crazy. Sarah licks a drop of water off his neck and Jess runs her nails down his back scraping gently. Eddie groans, lost in sensation and not sure if he should focus on you or give attention to the other girls too. 

“We’ll leave you two alone,” Jess says with a wink. “Have fun, birthday girl,” Sarah adds and they both drift back with giggling, pleased with the tease. You wrap around him in the deep end. 

Eddie tries to protest again, though his resolve is weak. “You’re rolling. I’m not gonna take advantage of...” You lean to kiss him, Eddie moans in your mouth and your tongue slides in. 

When you pull back, you coo against his neck, “Then don’t. Let me take advantage of you.” 

Eddie cracks. You can feel it in the way his hands finally grip your ass, how he is pulling you tighter so his hard cock presses against your bikini bottoms through the jeans. Your body feels weightless in the water. You grind on him with need, nails glide over wet skin, trace tattoos and scrape his sensitive nipples.

 “Eddie, you’re so fucking hard it must hurt,” you whisper, palming him through the denim. “All that just from a little tease?” 

“Princess,” he groans, his hips jerk into your touch. “You’re killing me. This is a bad idea... you’re gonna regret it when you come down.” 

“Why do you think I invited you?” You nip his bottom lip and stroke him firmer. “I want you. Planned it crystal sober.” 

You guide his hand between your legs. Eddie slips two fingers under the fabric and touches your hot center. 

“Fuck… so slick,” he murmurs, circling your clit with gentle pressure. Eddie cups your breast with his other hand, thumb brushing your nipple until you moan softly. “You feel so good. I shouldn’t...” 

You simply unbuckle his jeans and free his cock; it springs free, heavy and flushed against your stomach. 

“You should. C’mhere.” His cock throbs in your hand underwater, you stroke and he groans against your lips. Eddie is shaking with need, almost losing it while you tease and explore his lanky body.

 “I’m gonna come if you don’t stop now,” he’s panting. 

“Upstairs,” you whisper against his ear with urgency. You pull him inside, his wet jeans drop across the floor. You find a guest bedroom and push him on the bed. Eddie sits on the edge, staring speechless at you stripping your bikini bottoms and standing naked between his spread thighs. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispers. He can’t help his hands that wrap over you. “But you’re high, baby. We should slow down...”

 You hover over his face. “Talk less, do more,” and lower your soaked pussy. 

Eddie is done being responsible. He grips your ass and pulls you down. He licks a long, slow stripe through your folds, the tip of his tongue circles your clit with dedication. He sucks gently at first, then firmer, moaning against your skin as if you're the one doing him a favor. With every flick and swirl the pleasure in your stomach tightens.

 “Fuck... Eddie, just like that,” you whimper, grinding against his face. He devours you eagerly, long tongue pushing inside you, nose rubbing your clit. Your thighs start to shake. You come hard on his face with a muffled cry; waves of intense pleasure crash through you. Eddie keeps licking you through it, drawing it out until you are trembling. 

You straddle him, and guide his cock to your entrance. “How can you be so hot and not even know it? I want you inside me.” You sink down inch by inch, gasping at the stretch. Eddie’s head falls back with a deep, guttural moan.

 “Shit... tight. So warm,” he groans, hands gripping your hips hard. “You feel incredible. I’m trying to be good here…” 

You roll your hips, ride him in long, paced strokes. Every sensation blooms: the drag of his cock inside you, the way your clit rubs against his pelvis, the heat of his mouth when you lean down to kiss him. 

“Tell me how it feels,” you whisper, nipping his neck.

“Like heaven. Like I’m losing my mind.” He thrusts up to meet you, one hand kneading your breast, pinching your nipple just right. 

“You’re dripping down my cock, sweetheart. You really want me that much?”

 “Yes,” you moan, grinding deeper. “Want you to fuck me full. Want to feel you come inside me.” Eddie flips you, pinning your hands. 

“Such a good girl... taking it so well.” He thrusts rough and deep. “Tell me if it hurts.”

 “I won’t,” you gasp and wrap your legs around him. “Harder, Eddie.”

 He drops all restraint and fucks you with long, powerful strokes that build steadily. The room fills with wet sounds, balls slap your ass, and you can’t tell who moans louder. Eddie kisses you messily, licks down your throat, sucks marks onto your breasts and whispers filthy praise. 

“Look at you... spread open for me... gonna make you come first, baby.” 

His praise, his husky voice pushes you over the edge. You fall apart, clenching tight around him, and Eddie follows, pushes somehow even harder and deeper and fills you with his hot release. 

You suddenly tune back into the world around you, the distant thump of music, voices downstairs, and how you both try to catch your breath. Eddie doesn’t pull out right away; he wraps you in his arms tighter instead and your head rests on his chest. 

“I promised to watch over you,” he murmurs, kissing your temple, his voice still rough. “But fuck... I couldn’t say no.” 

You smile drowsily against his skin, stroking the dragon on his chest. For a moment you are quiet. Then you whisper, “I should probably tell you…” 

Eddie cracks one eye open. “Yeah?”

 “I didn’t actually take any of the molly.” Your lips curve into a mischievous little smile. “I just had a couple of shots.” 

He stares at you, his eyes wide and deep, then lets out a short laugh that turns into a groan. 

“You little shit. I’ve been losing my mind trying not to be a creep, and you were mostly sober the whole time?” 

“Mhm.” You nip his collarbone. “The party favors, the ‘babysitter’ excuse, the topless swimming... all of it to get you right here with me. Even if I'm a little drunk, it's you here melting me.”

@munsonsbunni you didn’t ask for it but I couldn’t stop thinking about Eddie melting

I was able to make an appointment with an OBGYN and get established as a patient and that was amazing. Everything with the baby is looking good, right on track, which put my mind at ease, for now. I know I will always worry until the day that I give birth,that is just how I am. I even have a very early ultrasound picture of our little 'gummy bear' that I can't wait to show Eddie. I am so excited for him to go to my next appointment, to hear our baby's heartbeat.....

I have been going back and forth in my brain on how I was going to tell my husband the good news and decided I wanted to do something that would really knock his socks off. That is why I had to wait for the perfect opportunity, the perfect moment. That is why I waited for tonight.

" Hey Babycakes, I'm heading out a little early to practice - you wanna come with? Or are you going to ride with Steve and Nancy?"

I bit my lip as he walked around the corner into the spare bedroom where we were staying in at the Harringtons house for the weekend. He looked so fucking sexy dressed in his black jeans ,a Metallica T-shirt he had ripped the sleeves off showing his tatted and muscular arms, black boots and to top it all off a backwards black baseball hat.

He smirked at me as I ogled him unapologetically. " Like what you see Princess?"

" A backwards hat? Jesus Christ Munson are you trying to kill me? Backwards hats are my-"

"Kryptonite, your weakness I know." He grinned. " That's why I'm wearing it. Gotta look good for my Angel." He winked and walked over to me.

" You always look good Baby. But this-" I sat up on my knees in the middle of the bed and reached out for him , grabbing him and tugging him down towards me." This should be fucking illegal Munson. And your ass in these jeans Eds-"

" I can only imagine what you will be walking into the Hideout wearing. Remember, there are a bunch of old fucking perverts there, be careful."

"I'm not worried, they know who my husband is and Baby, I can handle myself. Besides, I'm going with the Harringtons- I will have Nancy there to protect me."

Eddie Barked out a laugh." She may be small but I would bet on Nancy any day over Steve, he's my best friend and he's tough, but he is not a fighter."

" That is what I've heard." I slid my arms around his waist and squeezed his tight ass. Damn. "What would you like me to wear for you Baby? Jeans? A leather skirt? Any requests?"

He lightly pushed me back onto the bed, covering my body with his, our faces just barely an inch apart. My heart raced." What do I want you to wear? Whatever the fuck you want because you look absolutely fucking delicious in everything. After the show? Nothing but a fucking smile Dollface." He dipped down and lightly nipped at my lower lip with his teeth. I groaned and pressed against him." I'm going to be so fucking wound up watching you in the crowd, I'm going to need a little..." He pressed his groin into me and I whined." Release. Sounds like you will too. "

" Watching you on stage is like foreplay. You are so fucking hot, all I want to do is touch you but I can't."

Eddie smiled. " After the show, It will all be worth it, I promise Kitten." I watched as he glanced up at the clock on the wall." Shit, I gotta go." He popped up and helped me to my feet.

" Ahhh,the life of a Rockstar. Go on Baby, the stage awaits."

He leaned down and kissed me, squeezing me tight." I love you Sweetheart. I'll see you there."

" See you there, Munson. Can't wait."

He pressed one last sweet kiss against my lips, smiled again and then left. He was so excited for tonight, I could feel it radiating off of him . He had called his band mates shortly after we had gotten home from the Hideout last time, after Rodney had prompted him to do another show, and they were all able to find a time and make it work. Eddie was absolutely giddy. He missed his friends, missed performing and he was so damn good at playing his guitar. When we were home we didn't have a lot of spare time, but we would have to make it. I wanted to listen to him play. I wanted him to play for our baby.

I sighed. Our Baby. And tonight Eddie would finally know about our baby....

There was a knock outside the door. " Are you decent?"

I smiled. "Come on in Nancy! I'm just trying to decide what I should wear tonight." Jeans? A skirt? That's what I had been in the middle of before Eddie walked in looking like sex on a stick-

" Same." She entered the room and closed the door with a smile." I only have mom PTA clothes now. It's pathetic." I saw her look down into my open suitcase, loaded with multiple pairs of jeans , skirts, my leather jacket, Eddie's vest, a hoodie , leggings and underneath it all, hidden, was a very special shirt...

I laughed. " I have all these 'going out clothes ' but rarely ever wear them . I'm much happier staying home in sweats and watching movies. "

" I am either wearing my professional attire or 8 different layers of clothing to stay warm at all of my kids sporting events! Do you think you could come help me find something to wear? After all with Corroded Coffin playing tonight all of Hawkins finest will be showing up.I can't show up looking like a reporter or soccer mom."

I smiled."Of course! Let's go take a peek in your closet."

" Awesome! I don't know why but I am just super excited for the show tonight. Probably because it brings me right back to the good old days."

My stomach quivered with anticipation. " Yeah, I'm pretty excited too."

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" You guys sound amazing! Your fucking killing it out there Baby!!" I beamed as I reached out and handed Eddie an ice cold beer.

He wiped the sweat off his brow with the edge of his T-shirt, giving me a quick glance at the inked skin below. He grinned then took a big swig." Feels so fucking good to be up there again. "

" Your on fucking fire tonight Munson!" Jeff smiled as he clapped Eddie on the back then looked at me." Your old man's still got it!"

I laughed." Old man? I don't see any old men here, well, except for Rodney."

Jeff smirked." You are probably the only one that can get away with saying that."

" Yeah, he likes me." I winked ."He wanted me to let you guys know he has icy cold beers waiting for you at the bar with your lovely wives."

" Fuck yeah!" Gareth and Scotty shouted and jumped off the stage and headed in the direction of the cold adult beverages.

Tonight the Hideout was packed, a full house. Corroded Coffin had pulled in another amazing crowd for a little dive bar. Eddie was completely in his element on stage, his voice was deep and sexy and his fingers were magic. He was an incredible musician and front man. This may not have been a giant arena or stadium but it didn't matter, Eddie Munson was a fucking rockstar.

"Are you enjoying the show Sweetheart?" He asked, setting down his beer and hooking my belt loops with his fingers, pulling me close.

I grinned." What do you think? I get to watch my sexy ass husband perform on stage with all the women of Hawkins fawning over him, and I know he is going home with me at the end of the night and they are going to be jealous as hell."

Eddie smirked." Your such a little shit. "

" But I'm your little shit, I'm even wearing your old jean vest to prove it. So all the bitches know you are mine."

He chuckled." I don't think there was any question Dollface." He leaned forward and kissed me." That vest looks really fucking good on you." He laughed again."Jesus Christ,that fucking vest is older than you are."

" I like it. And It's not old, it's vintage."

" Just like me."

" Your only getting better with age, Munson , like fine wine."

He smiled. " Your so full of shit."

I grinned and slid my hands into his back pockets ,squeezing his ass. " Nope, not me."

He leaned in again to kiss me , his lips just grazing against mine -

" Great show tonight buddy, just so amazing."

Steve interrupted, walking up and patting Eddie on the shoulder.

Eddie sighed, pulling away, but smiled." Thanks man."

" Steve, when it comes to timing you really are the worst!" Nancy huffed and shook her head.

" What? I wanted to congratulate him on a great show before he went back up there-"

" They were getting ready to kiss-"

" Seriously?"

" Yes!"

Eddie smirked." From this moment forward I'm giving you a new nickname - from now on you will be known as Steve 'the Cockblocker' Harrington."

A laugh burst from my lips as I watched Steve cross his arms in front of his chest, looking defeated." It's really ok Steve. I've got my whole life to smooch this man, what's a few more hours?"

" Well now I feel like a major shithead."

" Seriously Dude, it's fine. And thanks for being here, for the support."

" Of course, we wouldn't miss this for anything!"

Nancy smiled at Eddie." We wouldn't miss another reunion show!"

As if on cue the remaining members of Corroded Coffin made their way back through the crowd, eager to get back on stage.

" Ready to Rock Munson?" Gareth asked.

" You fucking know it!"

"Well all fucking right!"

I watched as the others prepped on stage, getting their instruments ready, checking their set lists again and patiently waiting for Eddie to join them.

" Well Muffin, it's time."

I smiled up at him." I know it is Baby, go up there and raise some hell."

He flashed me his handsome , sexy smile. "Abso-fucking-lutely." And then he kissed me, REALLY kissed me , leaving me standing there breathless as he jumped up on the stage , winking at me as he slid the guitar strap over his head .

"Tease!" I grinned and joined Steve and Nancy front and center of the stage.

"How's everyone doing tonight?" Eddie asked into the microphone, receiving an almost instantaneous cheer from the crowd. "Aww, come on now , you can do better than that! I said how the fuck is everyone doing tonight?"

This time the crowd erupted and he smiled.         " That's more like it! You guys ready to continue rocking?" Another cheer." Well let's fucking rock!"

The band began playing Crazy Train and everyone came alive. I stood there completely transfixed, watching as my husband had the time of his life on that stage. They played everything from Metallica to Alice in Chains, to Stone Temple Pilots to Iron Maiden. They played songs that they hadn't played together before on stage but they were having such a good time that they just fucking went for it.

Eddie paused between songs to take another drink. " I don't know if any of you were here last time we played, it was a pretty big night for me, I proposed to the woman I love and she said yes-" The crowd clapped. " She's here tonight, right in the front, this beautiful fucking Angel right here, and she's my wife now."

Steve and Nancy hooted and cheered and I felt my face get hot as eyes focused on me.  He smiled down at me. "I'm going to dedicate this song to you Sweetheart, the same song I played for you that night, because I was made for loving you Baby, and you were made for loving me."

The band went right into the Kiss song and I grinned like a lovesick fool at him as he sang to me. I smiled because he had played this song the night he proposed and now without even knowing, he was playing this song for me on the night I had a surprise for him, and he was about to find out he was going to be a father again.

I danced with Nancy and sang along to the top of my lungs, slowly, casually unbuttoning the jean vest that I wore until finally by the end of the song I revealed the T-shirt beneath it.

Nancy's eyes went wide and she grabbed Steve's arm getting his attention and pointing to my shirt. I beamed as I proudly displayed the shirt I had been hiding from everyone all night.

Steve looked at me, confused for a moment. "Daddy's Future Metalhead?"

" Look at the arrow pointing down Dingus!" Nancy laughed, clapping her hands together.

" Wait a minute, are you, holy shit-"

"She's pregnant!"

I bit my lip as I turned back toward the stage. I watched as Eddie's eyes met mine again, watched as they drifted down to the words on my shirt, and I saw his lips move as he read them out loud. " Daddy's Future Metalhead-" I watched as the words sunk into his brain, and a moment later his eyes flashed with recognition, and they were wide as they met mine again.

I smiled and nodded my head." Surprise!"

He quickly put the microphone down, took off his guitar and set it on the stand. He rushed over and kneeled before me on the stage, taking my face in his hands." Are you really pregnant?"

" I am," I felt my eyes filling with tears. "Congratulations Baby, we are having a baby! You are going to be a Daddy again!"

He grinned and jumped down off of the stage, wrapping me up in his arms and spinning me around as his band members and people in the crowd looked on in confusion.

Steve wiped at his eyes, the big softy that he he was and hollered, " They are going to have a baby!"

The concert goers cheered and Eddie leaned his forehead to mine." It happened, it really fucking happened Princess, and I'm so fucking happy."

He kissed me and happy tears rolled freely down my cheeks.

" So am I Baby, so am I."

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The show continued on after the brief but exciting unexpected intermission, Nancy of course wanted all the details, Steve gave me a giant bear hug and congratulations.

" We knew it would work out. We are so happy for you! You guys are going to be the best parents- if it's a boy, I think Steve would be a great name, don't you?"

I laughed, still giddy with the excitement of the night. Eddie was ecstatic, and I was elated.

When the show was over and we were back in our room at the Harringtons, I saw my husband's eyes tear up as he looked in amazement at the ultrasound picture of our baby.

" This is fucking incredible, Angel. This, right here is an image of what our love for each other looks like. This baby was made because we love each other so much that we didn't give up. It's beautiful, it's so fucking beautiful."

" Eddie your going to make me cry again, I happen to be very emotional right now-"

He pulled me close." It's ok Dollface, I am here for all of it. We will get through this together."

" I know Baby. I'm just so relieved that I don't have to keep this from you anymore. Your not mad?"

"No, not at all. Infact I think the pregnancy announcement was very metal." He grinned down at me.

" I wanted to make it special."

" I fucking loved it. And I fucking love you."

I smiled up at him." And I fucking love you too Munson."

" Then I think," He scooped me up in his arms and carefully laid me down on the bed ." It's time to celebrate. I mean we can right? Like there aren't any restrictions or anything right? Because your healthy, the baby is healthy-"

I giggled. " Yes, it's fine, we can have sex. Please Eddie-"

He cut my words off with a kiss-that was all that he needed to hear. And then we made love.

It wasn't rushed, or frantic, but tender. Eddie worshipped me..

First undressing me slowly, kissing and licking his way across every inch of my body, making me to shiver. And his touch, even though his fingertips were rough, it was so light and so soft it gave me goosebumps.

He slid into me slowly, inch by inch until I was begging and panting for more, until he was buried deep inside me.

Each thrust, each stroke of his cock was  gentle, deliberate, and he loved me so softly and so sweetly, covering me in featherlight kisses and whispering lovely words in my ear that I almost wanted to cry.

When we climaxed together it felt so intimate, and when we collapsed into the bed and he wrapped me in his arms I felt so loved and so cherished, even more in this moment than ever before.

Eddie kissed my cheeks ,my lips, my jaw then slid his way down my body to place a kiss on  my belly, resting his head there after." Hey there Mini Munson, this is your Daddy. I just want you to know that I love you and I am so excited to meet you someday. But until that day I want you to grow big and strong and healthy. Your Mama," He looked up at me with those big brown eyes and smiled, and I brushed the hair back from his face." She is doing an amazing job, keeping you safe and giving you the absolute best living accommodations you could ever ask for. And I have to tell you Baby, you are so,SO lucky because you are going to have the best Mama in the world."

I sighed. " I hope so Eds..."

" I know so."  He crawled back up beside me and I snuggled into his chest. He gently lifted my chin up to his face." You are glowing, Mrs. Munson you know that?"

I laughed." I'm pretty sure it's sweat from the lovemaking Eddie."

" No seriously. Your fucking radiant, beautiful."

" Are you going to think so when I'm as big as a house and ready to pop?"

" You will be even more beautiful then. Body full and round with our child. Super Fucking sexy."

I laughed again. " We will have to see about that." I played with his hair." I know tonight played out a little different than what you were expecting-"

" It was better, so much fucking better."

" I'm so glad. I was so nervous. So, are you hoping for a little boy or a girl?"

" Either. I just want a healthy baby."

" Do you want to find out the gender?"

Eddie thought a moment." I kind of want it to be a surprise."

"Really?"

" Yeah. Don't you think that would be exciting?"

I bit my lip." It would be. But what will we call the baby in the meantime if we don't know what the sex is? I have been calling it my little gummy bear because that is what it looked like on the ultrasound."

" That works. I'm sure we will come up with about twenty more nicknames before this baby is born. I mean I have about twenty different nicknames just for you Darlin." He grinned." Shit, It's still so fucking unbelievable, we are going to be parents, that's so fucking wild! There is so much we will have to do before the baby gets here, like, clean out my music room and make it a nursery, which will mean painting and deciding on a theme, we will have to make a list of things we will need- a car seat, crib, changing table, diapers- do you know how long it has been since I have changed a diaper? What if I'm rusty at it?"

I laughed." It will all come rushing back in sure. In the meantime, Daddy, I think we should get some sleep. It has been a big night and I'm exhausted, you must be too. We have months to figure things out. I have been reading all the books and I have started making lists, we can go over all of them together."

He smiled." We are in this together. Together we are going to be amazing parents."

" Yeah we are Baby." I kissed his lips." Let's get some rest, tomorrow we have a lot of news to spread. We will have to tell Wayne and my parents and Robbie-"

" That's going to be fucking interesting -"

" It will be but it's going to be fine."

He hugged me tight."I love you."

" Love you too Munson."

And that night I slept so peacefully, dreaming of Eddie with a dark haired, brown eyed baby in his arms and our world was absolutely perfect.

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“Alright,” Steve said, pulling his arms tightly together. “Then it’s decided. Tomorrow, the girls will each wear an article of El and Max’s clothing to throw off the Demodogs.”

“They seem to be gunning for the two of them,” Dustin continued. “El for, well, obvious reasons. And Max, because she has dodged Vecna’s curse like, a thousand times. We add some of their blood to make the scent stronger, and some of Nancy and Robin’s to theirs, so the scent is thrown off. Sound good?”

“Yeah, I love being live bait,” Robin says sarcastically, scanning over to you and Nancy.

Nancy just nods in agreement before looking down at you on the couch. 

“What about Will?” You ask, nodding over to the next room. He sat with his back to the group, eyes staring out the window ahead, headphones tight around his head. “Won’t their connection just immediately give this whole plan away?”

Jonathan sighs and closes the door, “He won’t be coming with us. He’s gonna stay at the squawk with my mom and Lucas in case Vecna’s spying. He won’t even be in communication with us.”

You nod once, flashing him a quick sympathetic smile. 

“Alright!” Dustin claps his hands together. “Meet at Lover’s Lake gate sunrise tomorrow.”

The room filled with the sound of shifting bodies and tired sighs as everyone slowly stood from their spots around the Byers' living room.

Robin immediately groaned. “Awesome. Another sunrise meetup. Love that for us.”

“You complain every single time,” Steve muttered, grabbing his car keys off the coffee table.

“Because every single time we almost die, Steve.”

“Fair.”

Nancy was already gathering scattered papers from the table, slipping them into her bag with practiced efficiency. Jonathan disappeared toward the kitchen, mumbling something about coffee, while Dustin launched himself into explaining some other part of the plan to Mike for the third time that night.

You pushed yourself up from the couch slowly, exhaustion heavy in your bones. And unfortunately, your eyes caught Eddie’s from across the room.

He stood near the hallway entrance, arms crossed tightly over his chest, fingers tapping nervously against his forearm. His eyes flicked over you for barely a second before looking away just as quickly. Still couldn’t look at each other normally.

Cool. Normal. Totally fine.

You moved first, grabbing your jacket off the arm of the couch. “I’m gonna head out.”

“I’ll walk you,” Nancy offered immediately.

Before you could answer, Eddie suddenly pushed himself off the wall.

“I got it.”

The room went weirdly quiet for half a second. Robin’s eyebrows nearly disappeared into her hairline while Steve looked physically exhausted by the tension.

You stared at Eddie. “I think I can make it to the front door alone.”

“Wasn’t saying you couldn’t,” he muttered.

God. There it was, that sharp edge the two of you had been dancing around for months now.

Nancy glanced between the two of you carefully before stepping back. “Okay then.”

You brushed past Eddie toward the door, hearing his boots follow a second later.

The cold night air hit immediately once the front door opened, damp and sharp against your skin. Crickets buzzed faintly somewhere in the distance while the porch light flickered overhead.

You descended the steps first, and Eddie lingered behind you awkwardly.

“You really think this plan’s gonna work?” you asked quietly.

Eddie shoved his hands into the pockets of his jacket. “Nope.”

You huffed out a laugh despite yourself, and his mouth twitched faintly at the sound.

“But,” he added, softer, “it’s the best shot we got.”

You hated how easy it still was to stand beside him. Hated how your body still recognized him instantly. The smell of cigarettes and leather and that stupid cologne you bought him lingered in the cold air between you.

“You should probably get some sleep,” he said finally.

You glanced over at him. “You too.”

There was a moment of hesitation between you, then Eddie rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, curls falling into his face.

“Listen, about tomorrow—”

“We’ll figure it out. Night,” you said quickly, opening your car door and closing it just as fast. 

“Night,” he muttered to himself, tapping the hood of your car once. 

The Upside Down always felt wrong immediately.

The air was thicker here. Wet, heavy with rot and ash and something metallic that clung to the back of your throat every time you breathed too deeply.

The sky stretched above the group in angry shades of red and black lightning, spores drifting lazily through the air like toxic snow, every step squelching beneath your boots.

“God,” Robin muttered, pulling the sleeves of Max’s sweatshirt farther over her hands. “I seriously forgot how much this place smells like a dead animal’s asshole.”

“That is… unbelievably specific,” Nancy replied.

“It’s accurate, though.”

Steve ignored them, flashlight tucked beneath his arm as he unfolded the rough map Jonathan had drawn the night before.

“Alright, listen up.” Everyone slowly gathered closer.

“The crawlspace splits about a mile ahead,” Steve continued. “We cover more ground if we break into pairs.”

“Cool,” Robin nodded. “Dibs on not dying.”

Steve pointed around the group. “Nancy, you’re with Johnathan. Robin, you’re with Dustin and me—” He paused briefly. “Eddie, you and...”

“No.”

The answer left your mouth immediately. Sharp enough that even the distant growls echoing through the Upside Down suddenly felt quieter. Eddie’s head turned toward you instantly.

Steve blinked. “What?”

“I said no.”

You adjusted the shotgun strap harsher than necessary across your shoulder before looking anywhere except Eddie.

“What about Nancy?” you asked. “I’ll go with her.”

Steve shook his head immediately. “Nope. Both sharpshooters can’t be together.”

“Robin then.”

“Also no,” he replied. “You and Robin both have El's blood scent on you. Two El's means a dead giveaway.”

You clenched your jaw. Of course, there was a reason for everything; of course, it made sense. But still...

“No,” you repeated more quietly this time.

Steve sighed heavily like a tired father of six. “Seriously?”

You finally looked at Eddie, and big mistake. Because he looked just as frustrated as you felt, maybe even a little more exhausted from the situation than you were.

“Jesus Christ,” Robin whispered under her breath. “They’re divorced.”

“We were never married,” you snapped instantly.

“Yet,” Dustin mumbled.

You whipped around. “Whatever. Come on, Dustin.”

The kid blinked. “Wait, what?”

“You heard me.”

“Uh—”

“Dustin. Let’s go.”

Your voice cracked through the air hard enough that nearby spores trembled slightly as you shoved past the group toward the forest line. Dustin looked between you and Eddie like a hostage negotiator trying not to die.

Steve slowly lifted both hands. “Hey, Henderson?”

“Yeah?”

“I wouldn’t argue with an angry girl holding a shotgun.”

Dustin nodded immediately. “Excellent point.”

“Seriously?” Eddie muttered.

Dustin pointed apologetically at himself before jogging after you. “Sorry, man! Self-preservation!”

Robin watched the two of you disappear into the foggy tree line before glancing sideways at Eddie. “…So how bad was the breakup exactly?”

Eddie stared after you quietly for a long moment. “Bad enough,” he said finally, “that she’d rather walk into monster-infested hell with a fifteen-year-old.”

The three of them moved carefully through the wreckage of downtown Hawkins, flashlights cutting through the thick haze drifting between abandoned cars and crumbling storefronts.

Somewhere in the distance, something screeched. Robin immediately tightened her grip on the flare gun in her hands.

“Mm. Hate that sound. Really hate that sound.”

“Pretty sure that’s the point,” Steve muttered from the front.

Store signs flickered weakly overhead, vines pulsing slowly up the sides of buildings like veins beneath skin.

Eddie barely noticed any of it. Because every few seconds, his eyes kept drifting back toward the tree line where you and Dustin had disappeared twenty minutes ago.

“You know,” she said casually, “if you stare any harder, I think you might actually burn a hole right through the fog.”

Eddie rolled his eyes. “Shut up.”

“No, seriously,” Steve added. “It’s getting pathetic.”

“I’m literally just walking.”

“You basically broke your neck turning around five seconds ago.”

Eddie scoffed softly and adjusted the strap of the spear against his shoulder. “She’s fine.”

Steve hummed knowingly. “Uh huh.”

The group ducked beneath a collapsed power line before continuing down the street.

Robin glanced between the two boys. “Wait, hold on. I actually don’t know what happened between you two.”

Eddie groaned immediately. “Absolutely not.”

“Oh, come on,” she said. “We’re in hell dimension therapy hour. Spill.”

Eddie kept walking.

“Munson.”

“No.”

“Eddie.”

He sighed dramatically, dragging a hand down his face. “It was stupid.”

“That means it was definitely your fault,” Robin replied instantly.

“One-hundred percent,” Steve nodded.

Eddie shot both of them a glare before finally relenting. “Chrissy needed a ride home after a game one night.”

Robin blinked. “That’s it?”

“I didn’t tell her beforehand,” Eddie admitted.

Steve already looked exhausted. “Oh, my God.”

“I was going to!”

“But you didn’t,” Robin pointed out.

Eddie groaned louder. “Okay, yes, thank you, I gathered that much.”

Steve shoved aside a hanging vine as they entered the shell of an old grocery store. “So she saw you?”

“Yeah.”

Robin winced. “Oh, that’s brutal.”

“It wasn’t even like that,” Eddie argued quietly. “Chrissy was upset. Jason was being a dick. I just drove her home.”

“But from her perspective?” Steve replied. “Her boyfriend disappears for half the night with the prettiest girl in school.”

Eddie looked genuinely offended. “Why does everyone keep calling Chrissy the prettiest girl in school? That's not even half-accurate.”

Robin deadpanned. "Oh."

“You still love her,” Steve said it casually, like he was commenting on the weather.

Eddie kept his eyes ahead, flashlight shaking faintly in his grip. “Doesn’t matter.”

“Kinda does when you look one bad day away from throwing up every time she talks to another guy.”

Eddie let out a dry laugh. “Yeah, well. She’s still pissed.”

Steve crawled up beside him slightly. “Did you ever actually apologize?”

“Shut up,” Eddie snapped, ears turning red beneath his curls.

Robin gasped dramatically. “Wait, wait, wait— is that why she’s so pissed? Because she thinks something happened with Chrissy?”

Eddie’s expression tightened slightly. Because yeah, that was part of it. But not all of it, not the real part.

The real part was that instead of fighting harder for you, instead of explaining, instead of chasing after you when you stormed away crying…He let you go.

And he’d regretted it every single day since.

Meanwhile, somewhere deeper in the woods of the Upside Down, you and Dustin trudged through layers of ash and rotting vines in tense silence. Well, mostly tense silence. Because Dustin physically could not stop talking if he tried.

“I’m just saying,” he continued carefully, trying to keep up with your pace, “from an outside perspective, I really don’t think Eddie cheated on you.”

You climbed over a fallen tree branch without looking at him. “Congratulations.”

“I’m serious!”

“Dustin.”

“No, because you weren’t there after, okay? He was literally miserable.”

You snorted softly. “Please.”

“I’m not kidding!” Dustin insisted. “The guy looked like someone kicked his puppy for, like… three months straight.”

“That’s dramatic.”

“He started listening to sad music.”

You glanced back at him dryly. “He already listens to sad music.”

“Okay, fair.”

Dustin ducked beneath a low-hanging vine before continuing. “But seriously, he didn’t do anything with Chrissy.”

You tightened your grip around the shotgun because it still stung hearing her name, even now. Especially now. Because logically? You knew Eddie probably hadn’t cheated. But emotionally, that night still replayed in your head perfectly.

Waiting for him, watching the clock, then seeing his van pull into the trailer park with Chrissy Cunningham in the passenger seat, laughing at something he said. And Eddie, sweet, oblivious, Eddie, looking happier with her than he had with you in weeks.

“You didn’t see them,” you muttered quietly.

Dustin sighed. “I saw him after.”

“That doesn’t change anything.”

“It should.”

You stopped walking suddenly, sending Dustin nearly crashing into your back.

“You know what the worst part was?” you asked, voice strangely calm.

The spores drifting through the air caught in your hair as you turned toward him.

“I would’ve understood if he just told me.”

Dustin’s expression softened slightly. “He always thought you were too good for him,” he admitted quietly.

That one hit harder than you expected, because yeah. You knew that already, too. Knew it every time Eddie got weird when boys looked at you too long. Every time he joked about you “slumming it” with him. Every time, he acted as if your love for him had an expiration date.

Your chest tightened unpleasantly, but before you could answer, something screeched in the distance. Both of you froze instantly.

Dustin’s face paled. “Uh…” Another screech, but closer this time. Wet. Animalistic.

You slowly lifted the shotgun. The woods around you suddenly felt very, very quiet. Then, movement, fast shadows darting between the trees. One. Two. Three—

“Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me,” Dustin whispered.

Demodogs, at least five of them. Their slick bodies slithered between the vines surrounding you both, snarling lowly as their flower-like mouths slowly opened.

You grabbed Dustin’s jacket instantly, shoving him backward. “Run.”

“You know what your problem is?” Steve asked as the three of them pushed through the hollow remains of Family Video.

Eddie sighed heavily. “Please enlighten me, Harrington.”

“You think if you screw something up once, that’s it.”

Robin nodded immediately. “Oh my God, yes. That’s exactly his problem.”

Eddie rolled his eyes. “You two done psychoanalyzing me?”

“No,” Steve replied simply.

They stepped over collapsed shelves, boots crunching through broken VHS tapes scattered across the floor. Outside, thunder rumbled through the red sky.

Steve adjusted the nail bat over his shoulder before glancing back at Eddie again. “So...did you ever actually apologize?”

Eddie’s jaw tightened. “…Not really.”

Robin looked horrified. “EDDIE.”

“What?” he defended instantly. “Things got heated!”

“She cried and dumped you, and you just let her walk away!” Robin whisper-yelled.

Eddie scrubbed both hands down his face in frustration. “I didn’t know what to say!”

Steve laughed dryly. “Well, there’s your first issue.”

“I figured if she wanted to talk to me, she would’ve.”

Robin stared at him for a long moment. “Men are genuinely stupid.”

Eddie ignored her. “She looked at me like she hated me.”

“Because she was hurt,” Robin shot back. “There’s a difference.”

Eddie went quiet at that, because deep down? He knew. Knew every sharp comment and glare from you over the last few months felt more like woundedness than hatred.

Steve slowed slightly, expression softening just a bit. “Dude.”

Eddie glanced over.

“When this is over…” Steve shrugged. “Just apologize.”

Robin pointed at him enthusiastically. “YES. Exactly. Thank you.”

“Like a real apology,” Steve continued. “Not one of your weird little jokes where you deflect halfway through.”

“I don’t do that.”

“You absolutely do that,” Robin replied.

Eddie opened his mouth to argue, but static suddenly exploded through Steve’s walkie. All three of them froze instantly. A burst of panicked breathing crackled through the speaker. Then:

“STEVE?!” Dustin, terrified.

Steve grabbed the walkie immediately. “Dustin? What happened?”

More static, heavy footsteps, and your voice somewhere in the background, shouting something muffled. Then Dustin again:

“There’s— Jesus Christ— there’s like FIVE OF THEM!” A deafening screech echoed through the radio.

Robin’s face went white instantly. “Oh, my God.”

“We’re headed east through the woods!” Dustin yelled breathlessly. “They’re right behind us!”

Steve already started moving. “Stay moving. We’re coming to you.”

The radio crackled violently. Then your voice cut through this time, sharp and panicked.

“Dustin RUN!”

Eddie’s stomach dropped instantly. A loud gunshot exploded through the walkie. Then another, then static.

Branches snapped violently beneath your boots as you and Dustin tore through the woods.

The Upside Down blurred around you in flashes of red lightning and black vines, spores whipping through the air every time you shoved past another rotting tree. Behind you, there was screeching.

“LEFT!” Dustin yelled breathlessly.

You grabbed the back of his jacket, yanking him sideways just as a Demodog launched from the trees where he’d been standing half a second before. It hit the ground hard with a wet snarl. You spun instantly:

BOOM!

The shotgun blast echoed through the forest, the flare shell exploding directly into the creature’s chest. Fire burst outward, orange flames illuminating the dark woods as the Demodog shrieked and convulsed on the ground.

“Holy shit!” Dustin yelled.

“No time!” you shouted back. “MOVE!”

The two of you sprinted again. Your lungs burned as another screech split the air, then another. Then three more answered.

Dustin looked back once and immediately paled. “Oh, that is SO many.”

Shapes darted through the fog behind you. Fast, crawling over trees and vines with horrifying speed. One leaped from the side, and you reacted instantly, grabbing Dustin by the shoulders and throwing him down as the creature flew over both your heads.

You hit the ground hard beside him. The Demodog spun immediately, flower-mouth peeling open with a shriek. Dustin scrambled backward, fumbling desperately inside his bag.

“SHIT! SHIT! SHIT—”

The creature lunged, and a Molotov cocktail smashed against its face, fire erupting instantly. The thing screamed horribly, thrashing against the dirt while Dustin stared wide-eyed at the flaming bottle in his hand.

“…That was awesome.”

“Dustin!”

“RIGHT. MOVING!”

You hauled him upright again just as another creature burst from the trees, then another, and another.

Your stomach dropped. “Oh, you have got to be kidding me.”

Because behind the Demodogs, towering above them in the fog…Demogorgons; at least two. Their massive silhouettes moved slowly through the trees, petals twitching open as they tracked the scent of blood soaking into the girls’ borrowed clothes.

“Okay,” Dustin said faintly. “I officially hate this plan.”

One of the Demodogs lunged. Boom. Another flare shell exploded through its jaw. The recoil nearly knocked your shoulder backward as you kept firing. One. Two. Three blasts. Fire illuminated snapping teeth and writhing vines while Dustin hurled another Molotov into the pack.

Glass shattered, and flames erupted across the forest floor. Still, more kept coming.

“Why are there SO MANY?!” Dustin yelled.

“I don’t know!”

A Demodog tackled you from the side before you could reload. You hit the ground hard enough to lose the shotgun entirely. The creature screeched directly in your face, claws slashing wildly as you shoved against its throat desperately, its teeth snapped inches from your face.

“GET OFF!”

You grabbed the knife from your belt and drove it upward into the creature’s neck. Black blood sprayed across your hands as the thing convulsed violently before collapsing on top of you. For one horrible second, you couldn’t breathe.

Then Dustin was there immediately, dragging the body off you. “COME ON!”

The trees ahead suddenly exploded with flashlight beams. Voices.

“THIS WAY!”

Steve. Robin. And then, your heart betrayed you instantly at the sound of his voice. He yelled for you, panicked and terrified; closer now. You turned toward the sound just as one of the Demogorgons burst through the trees.

“LOOK OUT!” Dustin screamed. You barely had time to move.

One massive claw swung forward, and white-hot pain exploded across your side. The force sent you flying backward violently into the dirt.

For a second, everything went silent. No sound. No air. Nothing.

Then warmth poured down your waist, and your hands instinctively grabbed at your sides. Blood, so much blood. Somewhere nearby, Dustin was screaming your name.

And across the clearing, Eddie stopped dead. Because you were on the ground, not moving.

“OH MY GOD—” Dustin’s voice cracked somewhere nearby as the others charged into the clearing.

Steve and Robin immediately started firing at the creatures still circling through the trees, gunshots and screeches echoing violently through the forest while flames spread across the ground from the broken Molotovs.

But Eddie? Eddie only saw you.

Blood soaked through your shirt in horrifying amounts, spilling between your fingers where you clutched desperately at your side. Your breathing came in sharp, uneven breaths against the dirt beneath you.

His stomach dropped so hard it physically hurt. “No no no no—”

He was beside you instantly, collapsing to his knees hard enough to draw blood. Your eyes fluttered toward him hazily, still conscious. Thank fucking God.

“Hey,” he breathed shakily. “Hey, stay with me, alright?”

You grimaced as another cough wracked through your body. Blood splattered across your chin, and Eddie visibly went pale.

“Jesus Christ,” Robin whispered somewhere behind him.

You sucked in a painful breath, immediately trying to push yourself upright. “I’m fine.”

Eddie stared at you in disbelief. “Are you insane?”

“I can still move.”

“You are literally coughing up blood!”

Another wet cough interrupted you immediately, like your body itself was trying to prove his point. You glared weakly at him afterward anyway.

“Don’t,” you rasped.

“Don’t what?”

“Look at me like that.”

Eddie’s face crumpled for half a second before he could stop it. Like that.

Like he was terrified, like seeing you hurt was physically ripping him apart from the inside out.

The sounds of fighting still echoed around the clearing. Steve yelling. Gunshots. Demogorgons screeching somewhere deeper in the woods.

But Eddie barely registered any of it as he pressed, shaking hands harder against the wound in your side. Blood immediately soaked through to his palms.

“You need pressure on this,” he said quickly, voice uneven. “Can you hold this?”

“I can walk.”

“No, you can’t.”

“Yes, I can.”

“You got launched ten feet through the air!”

You tried to sit up again anyway, and immediately regretted it. Pain tore through your side hard enough that a broken sound escaped your throat before you could stop it.

Eddie caught you before you could fall back completely, one arm wrapping around your shoulders carefully.

“There she is,” he whispered shakily. “That’s the stubborn girl I know.”

You clenched your jaw hard, humiliated tears burning behind your eyes. Not now, you refused to cry right now.

“I’m not dying in front of you,” you muttered weakly.

Something about that sentence completely shattered whatever composure Eddie had left. His eyes went glossy instantly.

“Hey,” he said softly, almost pleading. “Hey, don’t talk like that.”

Another scream echoed through the woods. Steve suddenly appeared beside them, blood splattered across his bat. “We need to move. Now.”

“Can she walk?” Robin asked urgently.

You opened your mouth immediately. “Yes.”

“No,” Eddie answered at the exact same time.

“I said I can—”

The second you tried to move again, your entire body folded from the pain, and a horrible gasp tore from your chest. And Eddie finally snapped.

“Jesus Christ, would you stop trying to be tough for five seconds?!”

The clearing went quiet for a second, and even you looked startled. Eddie’s breathing shook violently as he stared down at you, terrified and furious and heartbroken all at once.

“Please.”

That one word hurt worse than the injury. Before you could argue again, Eddie slid one arm beneath your knees and the other around your back.

You instinctively grabbed onto his jacket as he lifted you carefully against his chest. Pain exploded through your side immediately, making you gasp sharply into his shoulder.

“I know,” he whispered quickly. “I know, sweetheart, I got you.”

Sweetheart, your eyes shut briefly at the nickname, because he hadn’t called you that in months.

Eddie adjusted his grip tighter around you before looking toward the others. “Move.”

Nancy’s house in the Upside Down looked even worse from the inside.

The wallpaper peeled in blackened strips from the walls, vines crawling through cracks in the ceiling while spores drifted lazily through the stale air. The entire place creaked softly around them as if it were breathing.

Steve slammed the front door shut behind them while Robin shoved an overturned bookshelf against it.

“Are they following us?” she asked breathlessly.

“I don’t know,” Steve answered. “I don’t hear them.”

Eddie barely registered the conversation. The second they got inside, he lowered you carefully onto the couch and immediately dropped to his knees in front of you again. Your blood stained almost everything now.

The couch. His hands. Your shirt. The floor beneath your boots. It just kept coming.

“Okay,” Robin said quickly, trying to stay calm. “Okay, okay. Nancy keeps medical supplies upstairs, right?”

“Yeah,” Steve nodded immediately. “Bathroom closet.”

The two of them disappeared upstairs instantly. Dustin crouched nearby, frantic fingers fumbling with his walkie.

“Nancy? Jonathan? Come in!” Static answered him.

Your breathing hitched painfully again, and Eddie’s head snapped back toward you immediately.

“Stay with me,” he whispered.

You leaned weakly against the couch cushions, face pale beneath the layer of grime and blood smeared across your skin. Every breath looked harder than the last. Still, you forced out a weak, sarcastic smile.

“Pretty sure… this ruins the mission.”

Eddie let out something halfway between a laugh and a broken sound. “Yeah,” he choked out. “Yeah, sweetheart, kinda.”

Your eyes flicked toward the blood covering his hands, then back to him. He looked terrified, like absolutely terrified.

And it hit you suddenly that Eddie Munson looked like he was watching the worst thing that had ever happened to him unfold in real time.

“You can stop looking at me like I’m dying,” you muttered weakly.

The second the words left your mouth, Eddie’s face crumpled completely. “No,” he whispered instantly. Your chest ached at the sound.

Eddie pressed both shaking hands harder against the wound in your side, trying desperately to slow the bleeding.

“You can hate me later,” he said shakily. “Just don’t leave me first.”

Something in your expression broke, because he sounded serious. His eyes glistened under the dim flickering light, curls stuck damply against his forehead, while blood soaked through his rings and sleeves.

And suddenly, all you could think about was Dustin’s voice earlier.

"He always thought you were too good for him."

Your vision blurred slightly. “Eddie…”

“Don’t,” he interrupted immediately, voice cracking. “Please don’t do the thing where people start talking all soft because they think they’re dying, okay? I can’t—”

His breath hitched sharply. Then…Oh. Oh God. Eddie was crying.

Not loud or dramatic, just silent tears slipping down his face while he tried desperately to keep pressure against your side.

You weakly grabbed at his wrist. Instantly, his other hand wrapped around yours.

“I’m here,” he whispered quickly. “I’m here.”

Upstairs, cabinets slammed open while Robin shouted something about peroxide. Dustin was still trying the walkies. But for a second, the rest of the world faded out entirely. It was just Eddie, holding your hand like letting go would kill you.

Your thumb brushed weakly across his knuckles.

“I don’t hate you,” you admitted quietly.

Eddie froze. His watery eyes snapped up to yours so fast it almost hurt to look at. “What?”

You swallowed painfully. “I tried to,” you whispered. “But I don’t.”

Eddie stared at you like the words physically knocked the air from his lungs. Then suddenly, the house went strangely quiet.

Dustin slowly lowered the walkie. “…Wait.”

Steve reappeared at the top of the stairs with Robin right behind him, carrying supplies.

“What?” Robin asked.

Dustin frowned toward the windows. “Do you guys hear that?”

Everyone went still, and there was nothing. No screeching. No snarling. No pounding footsteps outside. The Demodogs were gone.

Steve moved cautiously toward the window, peeling back the curtain slightly. “…Holy shit.”

“What?” Eddie snapped immediately without taking his eyes off you.

Steve looked back slowly. “They stopped.”

Robin blinked. “Stopped what?”

“Following us.”

Everyone went quiet, then Dustin’s eyes widened. “Oh shit.”

Robin looked at him. “‘Oh shit’, what?”

Dustin pointed toward you carefully. “The blood.”

Eddie frowned slightly, and then realization hit all at once. The creatures weren’t tracking El’s scent anymore, not Max’s either. Your blood threw them back to tracking the real deal. 

“Oh, that is dark,” Robin muttered quietly.

Steve looked back out the window one more time before letting the curtain fall shut again. “Doesn’t matter. We still gotta move.”

Eddie’s head snapped up immediately. “She can’t move.”

As if on cue, another painful cough tore through your chest. Blood stained the corner of your mouth again, and Eddie visibly flinched.

Robin quickly knelt beside the couch with the medical supplies, hands moving fast as she peeled back the blood-soaked fabric around your side.

“…Oh.”

Steve’s face tightened instantly. “Bad?”

Robin looked a little pale now, too. “Very.”

You glanced downward weakly. Honestly, you kinda wished you hadn’t.

The slash across your side was deep, way deeper than you originally thought. Blackened blood smeared across torn skin while the edges of the wound pulsed faintly with Upside Down spores and grime.

Robin pressed fresh gauze against it carefully, and you hissed sharply through your teeth.

“Sorry,” she muttered quickly.

“It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not,” Eddie said immediately, everyone turning to look at him.

He was still kneeling in front of you, one hand locked tightly around yours like he physically couldn’t let go. And somehow he still looked angry at himself, like this was his fault too.

Steve crouched beside Dustin near the walkie.

“We need everyone back here. Now.”

Dustin nodded immediately, adjusting the frequency with shaky hands. “Nancy, Jonathan, Mike— anybody copy?”

Static crackled loudly, then Jonathan’s voice finally pushed through.

“Dustin?”

“Get back to Wheeler’s house now,” Steve ordered quickly. “We have a situation.”

“What happened?”

Steve hesitated briefly, but Eddie didn’t. “She’s hurt.”

Jonathan swore immediately. “How bad?”

Nobody answered fast enough, and that was answer enough. Dustin swallowed hard before grabbing the walkie again. “Guys, seriously, we need everyone here now.”

Robin kept trying to wrap the wound tighter, but every fresh layer of bandages turned red almost instantly. Steve’s expression shifted subtly from worried to straight-up scared.

“Hey,” he said carefully, crouching closer to you now. “Stay with us, okay?”

You let out a weak laugh. “Everybody keeps saying that.”

“Because you look like shit,” Robin replied automatically.

“Robin,” Steve hissed.

“What? I’m motivating her.”

Your eyelids suddenly felt heavy, and your head tipped slightly against the couch cushions.

Instantly, Eddie tightened his grip on your hand. “Hey.”

“I’m awake.”

“No sleeping.”

“I’m literally just resting my eyes.”

“Absolutely not.”

You would’ve laughed if breathing didn’t hurt so badly. Robin exchanged a quick glance with Steve. Then, he stood abruptly.

“We’re getting out of here.”

Eddie looked up sharply. “What?”

“She needs a hospital.”

“In the real world,” Robin added quickly. “Like yesterday.”

Steve nodded toward the ceiling. “Nearest gate’s at the trailer park. We move fast, we can make it.”

“And if the Demogorgons come back?” Dustin asked nervously.

Steve tightened his grip around the nail bat. “Then we fight.”

Eddie looked back down at you again. You looked exhausted now; blood loss had drained almost all the color from your face.

“Okay,” he whispered shakily. “Okay, we’re moving.”

Then softer, mostly to himself as he brushed blood-matted hair carefully from your face, “You’re not dying here.”

The trip back to the trailer park was brutal; every movement hurt. Every step Eddie took with you in his arms jolted painfully through your side, forcing weak gasps from your throat, no matter how hard you tried to hide them.

“You still with me?” he asked quietly after a while.

You hummed weakly against his shoulder.

“Words, sweetheart.”

“…Unfortunately.”

That earned the tiniest huff of laughter from him. Good. You liked hearing him laugh, even now.

Especially now.

The trailer park gates finally came into view ahead through the fog, and relief instantly loosened the group.

“We’re close,” Steve called quietly. “Gate’s right up—”

A screech exploded overhead, and everyone froze. Eddie’s entire body locked up beneath you instantly. Because he knew that sound, all too well. Demobats.

Robin looked upward first. “Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me.”

The sky above them suddenly erupted with movement. Dark shapes poured through the red clouds in violent shrieking swarms. Dozens, maybe more.

“No, no, no,” Dustin whispered.

Eddie visibly went pale; you could feel it immediately. The way his arms tightened around you, the way his breathing changed to sharp, uneven, panicked. Because last time, these things nearly killed him.

“MOVE!” Steve shouted.

The swarm dove all at once, and chaos erupted instantly. Robin started firing upward while Steve swung the bat wildly at the creatures swooping down around them. Dustin hurled another Molotov skyward, flames bursting violently across the dark sky.

Still, more kept coming. One of the bats shrieked directly beside Eddie’s head. He ducked sharply, nearly dropping you. Another latched briefly onto his jacket, and suddenly he wasn’t here anymore, not fully.

Your stomach twisted painfully as you watched it happen in real time. The fear. The memory. His eyes looked exactly like they had that night in the Upside Down trailer. Terrified. Overwhelmed.

A bat swooped downward fast. 

“EDDIE!” you shouted weakly. Too late.

The creature slammed directly into him, and the impact knocked both of you sideways violently, causing you to slip from his grasp. Pain exploded through your body as you hit the ground hard, tumbling through ash and dead vines.

Your vision blurred immediately, and everything spun. For one horrible second, you almost blacked out. Then you heard Eddie release an agonizing scream. Your head snapped upward weakly.

The bats swarmed him instantly, exactly like before. Clawing. Shrieking. Dragging him toward the ground while Steve and Robin tried desperately to fight them off. And suddenly, you weren’t in the present Upside Down anymore. You were back there, watching Eddie nearly die.

Watching him bleed out while everyone screamed. Watching his body go limp in your arms. No, absolutely fucking not.

Adrenaline slammed through your body so violently it almost made you nauseous.

You forced yourself upward with a broken gasp, fingers scrambling desperately through the dirt until they found the shotgun lying nearby. Your side screamed in protest, but it didn’t matter. You cocked the gun shakily.

One of the bats wrapped around Eddie’s throat while another clawed at his back. His eyes met yours across the chaos, terrified. And that? That did it.

BOOM

The flare shell exploded directly into the swarm, and fire erupted violently across the sky. Shrieking filled the air as the Demo-bats ignited all at once, peeling away from Eddie in flaming screeches. Another shot, then another.

Explosions of orange fire illuminated the dark woods around you while burning creatures dropped from the sky one after another.

Steve grabbed Eddie immediately, hauling him backward. “MOVE MOVE MOVE!”

Robin ran toward you instantly. “Jesus Christ!”

Your arms finally gave out. The shotgun slipped from your fingers as the adrenaline vanished just as quickly as it came. Everything tilted sideways, and Eddie reached you before you hit the ground again.

His hands grabbed your face carefully. “Hey,” he breathed frantically. “Hey, hey, hey, look at me.”

Your vision blurred around the edges, but you still managed the weakest smile.

“Told you,” you whispered faintly. “Not letting you die.” Eddie looked absolutely wrecked by that sentence.

The first thing you noticed was the beeping, soft and steady. Then the smell of antiseptic hit next, clean hospital air replacing the rot and ash of the Upside Down.

Your body felt heavy and warm, and pain throbbed dully through your side the second you tried to move.

A small sound escaped your throat before you could stop it. Immediately, a chair scraped harshly beside you.

“Hey.”

Your eyes blinked open slowly. Hospital room. Dim lighting. And Eddie, kneeling beside your bed so fast it almost looked like he hadn’t moved in hours. Because honestly? He probably hadn’t.

His curls were a mess, dark circles bruised beneath his eyes, while dried scratches still marked his neck and jaw from the bats. One of his hands clutched yours tightly enough to hurt a little.

“Oh, thank God,” he breathed shakily.

Your throat felt raw. “You look terrible.”

A watery laugh escaped him instantly. “Thanks.”

You smiled weakly. Eddie immediately leaned forward in the chair, still gripping your hand like he thought you might disappear if he let go.

“You scared the absolute shit out of me,” he admitted quietly.

“How long was I out?”

“Day and a half.”

Your eyebrows lifted weakly. “Seriously?”

“Mhm.”

“Wow. Kinda dramatic of me.”

Eddie let out another broken laugh, but this one dissolved quickly. You glanced down at your intertwined hands, noticing how he still hadn’t let go.

“…You stayed?”

Eddie looked almost offended. “Obviously, I stayed.”

Something warm twisted painfully in your chest. You swallowed carefully. “The others okay?”

“Yeah.” He nodded quickly. “Everyone’s okay. Couple scratches, Henderson won’t stop bragging about his Molotovs, Robin cried for like twenty minutes after you passed out—”

“Robin cried?”

“She threatened Steve when he laughed about it, too.”

That earned a small laugh out of you. God, he’d missed that sound.

Eddie stared at you for a second too long afterward, like he was making sure you were real, and alive.

His expression slowly crumbled again. “Listen,” he started quietly.

You already knew from his tone that this was gonna hurt. Eddie rubbed shakily at his eyes with his free hand before looking back at you.

“I am so sorry.”

Your chest tightened immediately.

“I should’ve told you about Chrissy,” he continued, voice uneven now. “I should’ve explained, and I should’ve come after you that night instead of letting you walk away.”

Tears burned visibly in his eyes again. “But honestly?” He laughed weakly at himself. “I think I was just waiting for you to realize you were too good for me.”

Your face softened instantly. “Eddie—”

“No, let me say it.” His voice cracked slightly. “Because I need you to know.”

His thumb brushed carefully across your knuckles.

“You are the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen in my life,” he whispered shakily. “Like… stupid beautiful. And smart, and funny, and everybody loves you, and I just kept thinking eventually you’d wake up and realize you didn’t wanna be stuck with some freak in a trailer forever.”

Your eyes immediately stung.

“And then when you saw me with Chrissy…” He swallowed hard. “I don’t know. Part of me almost figured maybe this was it. Like maybe I finally ruined the best thing that ever happened to me.”

Silence filled the room softly. Then finally, “You idiot.”

Eddie blinked, and you squeezed his hand weakly. “I never cared about any of that.”

His face crumpled all over again. “I know that now,” he whispered.

“I’m sorry too.”

Eddie frowned immediately. “For what?”

“I should’ve listened.”

“No, sweetheart—”

“I was hurt,” you admitted softly. “But I think part of me already knew you didn’t cheat.”

Eddie’s eyes went glossy again instantly.

You sighed weakly. “You’re too obsessed with me to cheat on me.”

That startled a laugh out of him so suddenly he actually snorted. 

“Well, yeah,” he whispered again.

You smiled faintly. Then after a small pause, “So…” you murmured. “What now?”

Eddie looked at you carefully, like he was scared to answer wrong.

Then slowly, he brought your hand carefully to his lips and pressed the softest kiss against your knuckles.

“Whatever you want,” he whispered.

Your heart melted a little. “…I think,” you admitted quietly, “I’d like my boyfriend back.”

Eddie actually stopped breathing. “You mean that?”

You nodded once, and that was all it took.

Eddie surged forward carefully, terrified of hurting you, one hand cradling your face while he kissed you like he’d been dying to do it for months.

Soft at first, shaky. Then emotional enough that you felt tears hit your cheeks before realizing they were his. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours.

“I love you,” he whispered immediately. “Like, embarrassingly bad.”

You laughed softly. “I love you too, you idiot.”

Neither of you noticed the door cracking open. At least, not until:

“Oh, thank fucking God.”

You both startled apart immediately. Robin stood frozen in the doorway holding two vending machine coffees and an open bag of chips, staring at the two of you with pure exhausted relief on her face.

Behind her, Steve physically sagged against the doorframe.

“FINALLY,” he groaned dramatically. “Jesus Christ.”

Your face burned hot instantly while Eddie still hovered halfway over you, one hand on your waist. Robin pointed between the two of you accusingly. “Do you understand how insufferable you both have been?”

“Robin—” Eddie started.

“No. No, I’m serious.” She walked fully into the room now, setting the coffees down aggressively on the bedside table. “The sexual tension alone almost killed me before the interdimensional monsters even got the chance.”

Eddie groaned, dragging both hands down his face. “Can we have like… one emotional moment? Alone?”

“No,” Steve answered immediately.

Robin nodded. “Absolutely not.”

Then her expression softened slightly as she looked toward you lying in the hospital bed. “You scared the hell out of us, by the way.”

Your smile faded a little. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” Steve said quickly, pushing off the doorway. “Just stop getting mauled by alternate dimension creatures. It’s becoming a weird habit in this group.”

“You first,” you shot back weakly.

Robin’s eyes flicked back and forth between you and Eddie again before narrowing suspiciously.

“So…” she dragged out slowly. “Are we all emotionally repaired now or what?”

Eddie looked toward you, and you smiled faintly before intertwining your fingers with his again.

Robin gasped dramatically. “OH, my GOD.”

Steve pointed immediately. “I knew it.”

Eddie rolled his eyes, but he was smiling now, actually...no. More like beaming at the fact that your fingers were laced with his. 

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But Eddie hadn't let you feel empty for a single second. Though he had a baseline energy that could normally be only describe as “erratic”, he’d surprised you by taking his sweet time.

Your clothes weren’t immediately torn off upon entering his room, instead he had noticed the tremor in your hands when you first sat on the edge of his mattress (whether from nerves or low blood sugar, you weren’t quite sure) and hadn't made fun of you or been annoyed or even called the whole thing off. Instead, he had taken your hands in his, kissing your knuckles one by one until your breathing slowed. When he finally kissed you, it wasn't sloppy or rushed. It was deep and deliberate, like he was trying to memorize the taste of you.

And when things had gotten heated, his focus had been entirely on you. He hadn't just dived in - he’d actually asked what you liked, or didn’t. What felt best - be it a position or technique. He wasn’t happy with “good” or “fine” - no, no. He wanted your eyes to roll back in your head and for his name to be a whimper on your lips.

Eddie had watched your reactions with a hungry kind of fascination, adjusting the angle of his hips, the pressure of his hands, guided by the noises you made and the way your back arched off the mattress. He had held your gaze through it, his eyes blown wide and dark, murmuring praise that actually felt genuine. When you fell apart more than once - he was right there to catch you, whispering how beautiful you looked, how good you felt, making sure you knew that this wasn't just about him getting off.

The ceiling of his trailer was still swimming in your hazy vision, the faint yellow glow of the streetlamp outside cutting through the gaps in the blinds to stripe across the walls. Your chest was heaving slightly, heart rate just beginning to slow down to something resembling a normal rhythm, but your brain was still floating somewhere in the stratosphere. You felt boneless, thoroughly blissed out in the best possible way, and entirely ready to pass out exactly where you were.

You needed to leave, as neither of you had discussed anything about you spending the night, but maybe he would let you breathe for a second instead of immediately kicking you out of his home.

A moment later, you felt the mattress dip gently as Eddie shifted his weight. You braced yourself for the request for you to leave, for the cold shoulder that usually followed a hookup when a partner decided their part of the bargain was done.

Oddly, it didn’t come.

"You still with me, sweetheart?" Eddie’s voice was a low rasp, thick with post-sex haze, but laced with a gentleness that made your chest tight. He didn't wait for an answer before he reached out, his fingers - not rough or demanding, but achingly soft - brushing a few stray hairs away from your sweaty forehead. His eyes were locked on yours, scanning your face like he was looking for any sign of distress.

You blinked, trying to clear the fog. "Uh, yeah," you managed to get out. "I'm... yeah."

He smiled, a crooked, genuine one that crinkled the corners of his eyes. "Good. Fuck, you’re amazing."

You felt the heat rise in your cheeks - not just the flush of sex, but something shyer. You weren't used to… what was this? Pillow talk? Post-sex praise? Whatever it was, you weren't accustomed to being looked at like you were something precious - rather than just a body to occupy space for a few hours.

"Stay here," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple that felt far too reverent for the grungy trailer park setting. "Don't move a muscle."

You watched as he climbed out of bed, unashamed of his nakedness as he padded across the room. Usually, this was the part where they disappeared to the bathroom to pee, and you started hunting for wherever the hell your bra had gone off to. But Eddie returned with a clean, soft washcloth he’d obviously wetted in the sink.

The warmth of the cloth was a shock against the sensitive skin between your legs as he gently cleaned you up. He didn't rush or treat it like a chore to get out of the way so he could sleep. He wiped away the sweat and your combined releases with a care that bordered on worship, eyes never leaving yours, checking in silently to make sure the pressure was okay, that you weren't too tender.

"Okay?" he whispered, his thumb brushing your hipbone where he’d left a rather impressive hickey not twenty minutes prior.

You nodded, overwhelmed by the simple intimacy of it. "Yeah. It's... Nice."

He huffed a quiet laugh, leaning down to kiss your knee. "Just nice? I'm aiming for at least 'pleasantly pampered'."

"Pleasantly pampered, then. Absolutely,” you corrected with a small smile.

"Good. That's the goal."

To your surprise, after he tossed the cloth into the hamper, Eddie didn’t help you look for your clothes. He simply climbed back into bed, pulling the duvet up over both of you before gathering you into his arms. His skin was warm against yours, his heartbeat steady under your ear as he began to draw intricate patterns on the bare skin of your back. The sweetness sent a pang of emotion through your heart. You’d known him for a few years by this point, but you absolutely hadn’t expected all this.

“You okay, sweetheart?” Eddie’s voice cut through your thoughts a few minutes later, and you glance up at him. “Lost you for a minute there.”

"I'm, uh, not used to…” you cut the words off before you could embarrass yourself.

Eddie stiffened slightly against you, his hand pausing its rhythm. "Used to what?"

"Being... Treated like this." You hesitated, but the safety of the dark and the lingering haze of the endorphins made you brave.

“What’d you mean?”

You exhaled. “It sounds kinda pathetic to say it out loud.”

“Try me.”

"Just, I don’t know. Like I matter. Most guys... they hang around long enough to get what they want and that's it. Either they’re kicking me out or they’re leaving. They don't care if I'm okay after. They don't ask if I liked it. During or after. And it’s fine, I mean, nature of the beast, right -“

Eddie pulled back just enough to look you in the eye, his brow furrowed. The playfulness was gone from his face, replaced by something that looked a lot like disappointment.

"What do you mean, 'they don't ask'? How is that even possible? You're... You’re incredible. Why wouldn't they want to know if they actually made you feel good?"

You shrugged, suddenly feeling exposed under his intense scrutiny. You’d absolutely said too much. Eddie didn’t sign up for a sob story when he’d invited you over, so why the hell were you dumping all this shit on the first decent guy you’d been with in ages (or maybe ever)? Damn, you knew how to ruin a nice moment.

“I dunno. I'm just... Not the type they care about."

Eddie let out a sharp, disbelieving breath, shaking his head against the pillow. "That is the stupidest thing I've ever heard. And I've heard a lot of stupid things from the idiots in this town."

He reached up, tucking your hair behind your ear with a seriousness that made your breath hitch. "You are definitely the type to care about. If those guys made you feel like you weren't, then they're idiots."

"You don’t have to say stuff like that just because you fucked me, Eddie,” you whispered.

“I’ve known you for what, five years? So would it make you feel better if I’d say that even if we hadn’t just had sex, angel?”

"I -“ you thought for a moment, then shrugged, avoiding his gaze. “I'm just not used to someone like you."

"Someone like me?" he echoed, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Ooh - a freak? Or maybe a - gasp - metalhead?"

"Well yes. But also no," you said, tracing a tattoo on his arm. "Someone who actually gives a shit. Someone who makes me feel like... Don’t like, but like I'm the only girl in the world when we're… Not that I’m gonna hold you to that, since this was a one-time thing, but you know what I mean.”

Eddie’s expression softened, the disappointment draining away into something warmer. He leaned in and kissed you, cutting off your words with a slow, deep press of his lips that left you dizzy all over again.

"Well, how about you try and get used to it," he murmured against your mouth. "Because I plan on making you feel that way a lot more often. If you’ll let me."

He settled back against the pillows, pulling you tighter into his side before you could protest. "Now," he said, his tone shifting back to that lighter, teasing cadence, though his eyes remained serious. "Did you eat today? You came over straight from work, right?"

You blinked at the sudden subject change, but you knew better than to try and deflect him by now. "Uh, yeah. But I had something from the vending machine, so I’m fine.”

Eddie let out a long-suffering sigh, rolling his eyes toward the ceiling. "A vending machine snack? That’s not real food, babe. That's cardboard with artificial flavoring."

"Hey, it sustained me for our activities,” you defended weakly.

"It like seven at night and I wore you out pretty good," he shot back, grinning to show he was teasing. "I'm making you a grilled cheese. Don't argue."

“I should probably go home -“

“No.”

“What do you mean no? Where are my clothes?”

“Do you really need them?”

"I'm naked, Eddie."

"And you're beautiful," he countered without missing a beat, leaning in to kiss you, quick and sweet. "I’ll get you one of my shirts to wear if you’re suddenly feeling so bashful. Then it’s dinner time.”

He started to get out of bed again, the energy returning to his limbs now that he had a mission of selecting you a shirt and then preparing you dinner. After rummaging through his dresser, he dramatically draped a Dio tshirt over your head so you looked like a ghost before you properly put it on.

"You're seriously making me food right now?" you asked, watching him hunt for his boxers on the floor.

"Starvation is a terrible aftercare strategy," he said, stepping into his boxers and then jeans and buttoning them with practiced ease. "I'm multitasking. I can be a rockstar in the sack and a short-order cook. I'm a man of many talents."

You laughed, the sound bubbling up out of you without permission. It felt good. Oddly real.

"Extra cheese?" He asked, heading toward the small kitchenette, his hair a wild mess around his shoulders.

"Yes please," you called out.

"You got it, princess."

You sat there for a few moments, listening to the sounds of him moving around in the tiny kitchen - the clinking of the frying pan, the opening of the fridge, the hum of the stove. It was all so domestic. Sweet. Everything you had convinced yourself you didn't need out of a quick fling, wrapped up in a package of leather and tattoos and a heart that was way too big for his own good.

You pulled his t-shirt over your head, the soft fabric smelling like him, and settled back against the pillows, listening to him mutter to himself about the butter being too hard for his liking, following by some absentminded humming to a song you’d have to ask him about later.

Thoughts flooded your head in his absence. You weren't used to being taken care of - in or out of the bedroom, much less treated like something fragile and valuable. But as Eddie walked back into the room a few minutes later, holding a plate with two perfectly golden grilled cheese sandwhiches, glasses of lemonade, and a please look on his face, you felt like you could probably get used to it.

"Eat," he commanded gently, setting the food on the nightstand and crawling back under the covers with you.

You took a bite of the sandwich he brought you, the cheese stretching perfectly, and looked at him. He was watching you, eyes soft and small smile playing on his lips.

“Good?”

"Delicious. Thank you, Eddie," your words came out as a whisper.

"Don't thank me," he said, pulling you closer. "Just lemme take care of you. That's all I want."

The smell of melted butter and toast filled the small room, mixing with the lingering scent of sex and Eddie’s leather jacket draped over the chair. You took another a bite of the grilled cheese and hummed in appreciation. It was simple, but exactly what you needed.

Eddie was still watching you with a satisfied expression, leaning back against the headboard, his own sandwich half-eaten in his hand.

"You really weren't kidding about your cooking skills,” you mumbled around a mouthful. “Probably would’ve come over a lot sooner if I knew how great the room service was.”

Eddie laughed a moment before his expression shifted. The playfulness faded into something more intent, though his eyes remained warm. "I've been thinking."

“Don’t hurt yourself.”

“Sweetheart, you wound me,” though his grin belied his amusement at your response.

You paused, sandwich halfway to your mouth as you thought about what he’d originally said. The phrase I’ve been thinking rarely led anywhere good in your experience. "What’ve you been thinking about?"

"Us." He set the plate back down on the nightstand and turned his body toward you, one leg bent up on the mattress so he was facing you fully. "I don't want this to be a one-time thing. Like, I really don't."

You swallowed hard, throat suddenly dry. "Okay," you said slowly, trying to gauge where he was going with this. "I... I had a good time too. I think I’m free on Thursday, but I have to get up early on Friday for a -“

"No, I mean... I want to see you. Exclusively." He rushed the words out, like he was worried if he didn't say them fast enough, he'd lose his nerve. "Like, take you on actual dates. Or pick you up from work sometimes. Bring you dinner when you've had a shitty day. I want to be the guy you call when you need something. Not just a release. Though I can give you that too."

Your eyebrows shot up, surprise rippling through you. You weren't expecting him of all people to want to lock this down after one night. Most guys in Hawkins were allergic to labels, treating "relationship" like a dirty word.

"You want to be… Exclusive?"

"Yes," he said, simple and direct. "If you'll have me, that is."

You stared at him, a little stunned. It was ridiculous, really, how much you wanted to say yes right that second, but your brain was still trying to catch up with your heart.

"Eddie... We literally just hooked up for the first time like two hours ago. Isn't that a little... Fast?"

He let out a frustrated huff, running a hand through his messy hair.

"Why? Because I know what I want, and I think you do to?" He gestured vaguely between the two of you. "We’ve known each other for years, baby. I don't need to periodically hook up with you for like six months to know that I want something a bit more permanent.”

“Friendship and hooking up are two different -“

“I don't wanna share you.” The words came out in another rush, and a bolt of adrenaline shot through your veins. It wasn’t like Eddie owned you - but the fact that he wanted to slap a label on the two of you made you feel pretty good. “I don't want you going home with other random guys who don’t know how to make you feel the way you deserve."

You felt your cheeks heat up, his intensity washing over you. It was flattering, overwhelming, and more than a little terrifying. "I just... I don't know, Eddie. It's a lot to process."

"Is it?" He challenged, his voice dropping an octave, his eyes flashing with something dangerous and mischievous. He shifted closer, his hand landing on your bare thigh under the covers, his fingers tracing circles into your skin. "Or are you just used to settling for less? Because I think I can be pretty persuasive when I put my mind to it."

Your breath hitched as his hand slid higher, his thumb brushing over the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. Fuck, you still hadn’t tracked down your underwear from wherever he’d thrown it after stripping it off of you hours ago.

"Eddie..."

"Let me convince you," he murmured, leaning in until his lips were hovering just above yours. "Show you exactly what you'd be saying yes to."

Before you could formulate a proper response - before you could even tell him that you were already pretty convinced - he moved. In one fluid motion, he pulled the duvet back, exposing your legs to the cool air. He didn't give you a chance to cover up or shy away as he slid down the bed, hands gripping your hips and tugging you toward him until you were lying flat on your back, your legs falling open instinctively under his touch.

"Eddie, wait, I'm -“

"Shh," he hushed you, his breath hot against your inner thigh. "Just let me take care of you, baby.”

Eddie didn't bother to waste time with teasing or dragging it out. Before you could protest, he buried his face between your legs with a groan that sounded like relief, like he’d been starving and you were the only thing that could nourish him.

The first touch of his tongue was electric. He licked a long, slow stripe up your center, gathering the wetness there and moaning like you were the best thing he’d ever tasted. Your hips writhed against the mattress, a sharp cry tearing from your throat as the sensation overwhelmed you. He held you down, his strong arms wrapping around your thighs, large hands splaying across your stomach to pin you in place.

"You taste so fucking good," he mumbled against you, the vibration of his words sending shockwaves through your core. "I could stay here all night. Want me to try, baby? I’ll do it.”

Without waiting for an answer, he dove back in, his tongue delving deeper, exploring you with a thoroughness that bordered on obsessive. He wasn't just trying to get you off - he was worshipping you. He was learning every fold, ridge, and sensitive spot. Relishing each gasp and whimper he could pull from your throat. He alternated between broad, flat strokes that had you seeing stars and pointed, precise flicks against your clit that made your toes curl. Eddie’s tongue speared into you, and your inner walls clenched instinctively. Pressure began to build low in your hips, and you ground yourself against his face, seeking friction.

You reached down, fingers tangling in his wild hair to pull him closer, needing more. He moaned at the sensation, which only aroused you more.

"Eddie, p-please," you gasped, head falling back against the pillows.

"Tell me yes," he demanded, pulling back just enough to look you in the eye. His chin was shiny with your arousal, his lips swollen and red and eyes blazing with lust. "Tell me you'll be mine, and I'll let you finish."

You whined in protest, your hips rolling futilely against the air, seeking the sensations he was currently denying you. "That's... That’s cheating."

"All's fair in love and war, sweetheart," he grinned, wicked and unrepentant. He leaned back in, pressing a hot, wet, open-mouthed kiss to your clit, but not moving his tongue. Just holding it there, teasing you with the promise of more pressure. "Say yes."

"You're impossible.”

"I'm persistent," he corrected, flicking his tongue once, hard, against the bundle of nerves, making your legs shake. You were so close to the edge. "Come on, gorgeous. You know you want to. We're so good together. Say. Yes

Then he did it again, a slow, deliberate drag of his tongue, curling it just right, before pulling away entirely. His ringed hands flexed against your thighs, continuing to hold you open for him. It was clear he was barely holding himself back, and his wish to stay between your legs all night was likely not an idle threat.

“Please, baby.” His breath fanned over your center, and what little composure you had snapped.

You let out a sound of pure frustration, somewhere between a groan and a whimper, hands gripping the sheets beneath you. "Okay! Okay, yes! Yes, I'll be your girlfriend!"

"Good girl," he growled, and then he finally stopped teasing.

He attacked your clit with renewed vigor, sucking it into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it in tight, rapid circles. Your back arched off the bed, a cry tearing from your throat as the pleasure crested, sharp and overwhelming. He didn't let up, his fingers digging into your hips, holding you steady as he wrung every ounce of pleasure out of you. He let your thighs clamp around his ears, not complaining for a moment as your hips rode his face.

It was honestly unlike anything you’d ever felt. It was intense and all-consuming, a white-hot rush that started in your toes and shot up your spine, detonating behind your eyelids in an explosion of stars. You heard yourself crying out broken versions of his name, and possibly some iteration of a litany of curse words as the waves crashed over you, leaving you gasping and trembling in their wake.

He worked you through it, because of course he did. His movements slowed as you came down, gentle licks and kisses to help you ride out the aftershocks. When he finally pulled away, he looked wrecked. His hair was a disaster, his lips practically bruised, and his eyes were glazed over with a mix of lust and adoration that made your heart stutter as your own vision cleared.

Eddie crawled slowly back up your body, pressing kisses to your stomach, chest, and neck, until he was hovering over you, bracing his weight on his arms. He dipped his head, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. You could taste yourself on him, musky and sweet, and the sheer eroticism of it made your head spin. Not something you thought you’d ever be into, but there was a first time for everything.

"Don’t you taste good, sweetheart?" he murmured, nipping at your bottom lip.

"You're dangerous," you brought a hand up to cup his cheek gently.

"I'm yours," he corrected, turning his head to kiss your palm. "Exclusively. Remember?"

"I-I remember," you said, a smile finally breaking through the haze. "Gotta say. I think I'm going to like having a boyfriend who takes his job this seriously."

The first time your ex called you exhausting, he did it in front of his friends, as if it were a joke.

You had been sitting in the Hawkins High parking lot after one of his basketball games, knees tucked to your chest in the passenger seat while he smoked a cigarette out the window.

You don’t even remember what upset you anymore. Something small, probably. Maybe he forgot your plans. Maybe he snapped at you after a bad game. Maybe one of his friends made a comment that stung more than it should have.

Whatever it was, your eyes had gotten glossy, your voice quiet in that humiliating way it always did when you were trying not to cry. And he laughed. Like, actually laughed.

“God damn,” he muttered, leaning back against the driver’s seat. “You are so sensitive.”

His friends snickered from outside the car, where they stood passing around beers.

You remember shrinking instantly. “I’m not trying to start anything,” you said quickly, immediately trying to fix it. “Forget it.”

“No, because every little thing turns into this whole emotional production with you.” He shook his head with this incredulous smile, as if you were impossible to understand. “It’s exhausting.”

That word lodged itself somewhere awful inside your chest. “Exhausting.” “Too emotional.” “Too sensitive.” “Too much.” “Grow up.”

After that, you started noticing how often people acted inconvenienced by your feelings. Your friends sighing when you got quiet after being teased too hard.

Being called dramatic when something genuinely hurt your feelings. Getting told to “lighten up” when jokes crossed lines nobody else seemed to notice.

Eventually, you adapted. You learned how to swallow hurt before anybody could see it. You learned how to laugh when people embarrassed you. You learned how to cry silently.

And worst of all, you learned how to apologize for having feelings before anyone even asked you to. By the time you broke up with your ex and started dating Eddie, you had perfected pretending things didn’t bother you, which was difficult because Eddie noticed everything.

It starts small.

You’re sitting with him and the Hellfire boys in the cafeteria one afternoon, tucked quietly against Eddie’s side while he argues dramatically with Dustin over some campaign detail. You mostly just listen, occasionally smiling when Eddie gets especially animated.

Then Gareth says something. Nothing cruel, technically, just teasing. “You always this quiet,” he asks you with a grin, “or is Munson holding you hostage?”

The table laughs. You smile automatically because that’s what you’re supposed to do, but Eddie feels it.

The tiny way your body pulls inward. The way your fingers stop moving against your lunch tray. The way your smile doesn’t quite reach your eyes anymore. And then, almost like instinct, you make yourself smaller.

“He's not,” you say softly before anyone can even react. “I’m just tired.” You say it like an apology.

Eddie’s eyes flick to you immediately. He doesn’t say anything then. Doesn’t embarrass you by making it a bigger deal.

He just throws an arm over the back of your chair and smoothly changes the subject, loud enough to redirect everyone’s attention somewhere else.

But later, when he’s driving you home with one hand lazily resting on your thigh, he asks quietly:

“People give you shit for being quiet a lot?”

You stare out the window. “Not really.”

“You know I can tell when you’re lying, right?”

That almost makes you smile. “It’s not a big deal,” you mumble.

Eddie glances at you briefly before looking back at the road. “Didn’t say it was.”

A few weeks into dating Eddie, everyone starts noticing the same thing: He’s obsessed with you.

Not in a casual high school boyfriend way, either. No, Eddie hovers.

Always touching you somehow. Hand on your knee under the table. Fingers hooked through your belt loops.

Pulling you into his lap at movie nights like it’s instinct instead of thought. Looking at you constantly, no matter the circumstance. And honestly, it confuses people a little. Because you’re quiet.

Sweet, yeah. Pretty in that soft sort of way that sneaks up on people. But shy enough that most people at Hawkins High never really knew what to do with you. You spent more time listening than talking, smiling politely while louder personalities swallowed entire rooms whole.

One Friday night, you’re all crammed into Steve's living room for movie night. Robin’s upside down in the armchair, Dustin and Mike are fighting over snacks on the floor, and Nancy’s trying to get everyone to shut up long enough to actually start the movie while Steve complains dramatically about people getting grease on his couch.

You’re tucked into Eddie’s side on the floor, knees pulled close to your chest while his arm hangs lazily around your shoulders; it’s nice.

Until Robin snorts at something you say. It isn’t even intentionally mean, either.

“You apologize a lot, you know that?” she says casually, reaching for popcorn. “Like… a weird amount.”

Heat crawls up your neck instantly. “Oh,” you laugh softly. “Sorry.”

Robin bursts out laughing. “See? You literally just did it again.”

Steve groans. “Jesus, now I'm noticing it too.”

“It’s like a reflex,” Robin says, still giggling. “Like one of those little dogs that shakes all the time.”

Everyone laughs lightly. Not cruelly or maliciously, but your stomach drops anyway. Because suddenly every apology you’ve said all night feels humiliating. Every sentence is replaying in your head too loudly.

Your ex’s voice echoes automatically. Exhausting.

You shrink without realizing it, curling a little tighter into yourself. And immediately, Eddie notices. His laughter dies first, eyes flicking down toward you, brows pulling together slightly.

You feel him squeeze your shoulder gently. “You okay, sweetheart?”

Every instinct you have screams at you to fix it before you make things awkward, so you smile.

“Yeah,” you say softly. “I’m okay.” Eddie watches you for another second, like he can see the exact moment you tucked the hurt away.

The room moves on quickly after that. Robin starts arguing with Steve about the movie choice, Dustin throws popcorn at Mike, and the conversation shifts naturally.

But Eddie stays quieter, his thumb rubbing absent little circles against your shoulder for the rest of the movie. And later, when everyone’s distracted in the kitchen, digging through Steve’s fridge for drinks, Eddie catches your wrist gently before you can follow after them.

“Hey.”

You glance up. “Hm?”

“You sure you’re alright?”

Your stomach twists instantly because he’s asking genuinely. “I’m fine,” you insist softly.

Eddie tilts his head slightly. “Robin hurt your feelings.” It isn’t a question.

You immediately shake your head too fast. “No, she didn’t mean anything by it.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

You blink at him. And there’s no accusation on his face, just this quiet patience that makes something uncomfortable tighten in your chest. Because most people don’t notice when your feelings are hurt. Or they do notice, and act like it’s ridiculous.

But Eddie notices and treats it like it matters. Even now, he keeps his voice gentle. “Did it upset you?”

You stare down at your hands. “No, it’s fine, really. Promise.”

He steps closer then, hands settling carefully on your hips. “You know what I think?” he says quietly.

“What?”

“I think you spend a lotta time trying to convince people you don’t have feelings.”

Your throat tightens. Because he says it like he already knows the answer, like he’s been watching you fold yourself smaller and smaller since the day he met you. 

The fight starts over nothing, which somehow makes it worse. Eddie had canceled plans. Not even completely, just pushed them back a couple of hours. 

He was supposed to come over after Hellfire, but the campaign ran long, and then Gareth’s car broke down, and suddenly it’s nearly ten o’clock and Eddie’s climbing through your bedroom window apologizing breathlessly while you sit curled up on your bed pretending you hadn’t been waiting by the window for over an hour.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he says immediately. “Everything got fucked up.”

And logically, you understand that, you do. But disappointment had already settled heavily in your chest hours ago, and once feelings land there, they stay.

You shrug lightly instead. “It’s okay.”

Eddie pauses halfway through taking off his jacket. That tone.

“You sure?”

“Mhm.”

He studies you carefully for a second. “You’re upset.”

“No, I’m not.”

Lie. A painfully obvious one, at that. 

Eddie sighs softly, moving closer. “Baby.”

“It’s seriously fine.”

Except now your voice has that awful tightness in it, the one you get when you’re trying too hard to sound normal.

Eddie notices immediately. “Hey,” he says gently. “Talk to me.”

You stare hard at your comforter instead. Because you want to. You want to tell him your feelings were hurt.

That you missed him. That you spent the last hour convincing yourself not to cry over something stupid. But experience has taught you what happens when you do that.

People get irritated. People think you’re dramatic. People get tired.

So instead, you swallow it, again. “It doesn’t matter,” you mumble.

Eddie’s brows knit together. “Clearly it does.”

You shake your head quickly. “No, seriously, it’s fine.”

His expression shifts slightly at that. “What?”

“It’s fine,” you repeat quietly. “I shouldn’t care so much, anyway.”

Something flashes across his face then. Not anger exactly, something more towards frustration. But not at you, at whatever invisible thing keeps making you do this.

“Can you stop doing that?” he says suddenly.

You blink. “Doing what?”

“This.” He gestures vaguely between you. “Agreeing with me immediately so we don’t actually talk about anything.”

Your stomach twists instantly. “I’m not—”

“Yes, you are.” Eddie runs a hand through his curls roughly now, pacing once beside your bed. “Every time something bothers you, you act like you’re not allowed to feel it.”

You shrink a little automatically. “I just don’t wanna start problems.”

“That’s not starting problems!” His voice rises without meaning to, causing you to flinch instantly.

His face falls a little, but now you’re already spiraling internally, heartbeat climbing too fast.

“It’s fine,” you say quickly, nodding before he can continue. “It’s really nothing! I’m just being dramatic and—”

“Jesus Christ.” The words snap out sharper than he intends, and you go silent immediately.

Your eyes gloss over instantly, but you’re still trying so hard to keep yourself together that it almost hurts him to watch.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper.

Eddie stares at you in disbelief. “Why are you apologizing?”

You shrug helplessly, arms wrapping around your stomach now.

“I just do! I get it, I do it too much.”

The sentence comes out so small and so, so practiced. Like something you’ve been told too many times.

Eddie feels sick. “Sweetheart…”

“It’s okay,” you rush out before he can continue. “Seriously, I know I get upset over dumb stuff, and I’ve been trying really hard not to—”

“Hey.” His voice softens immediately. “No. Stop.”

But now that you’ve started, it all comes pouring out. “My ex used to say I made everything into a huge emotional thing,” you admit shakily, eyes fixed on the floor. “And my friends always acted annoyed when I got upset, so I’ve really been trying not to be like that anymore—”

Your voice cracks. “I know it’s probably exhausting.”

“Baby,” he says quietly, horrified. “Who the fuck convinced you that having feelings makes you exhausting?”

You wipe angrily at your face before tears can fall, embarrassed now.

“I don’t know.”

“Yes, you do.”

And you do. Every eye roll. Every sigh. Every laugh. Every “it’s not that serious.”

Eddie kneels in front of you then, hands settling carefully on your knees. “You listen to me right now,” he says softly but firmly. “Feeling things deeply does not make you too much.”

Your lip wobbles immediately.

“It doesn’t make you dramatic. It doesn’t make you childish. And it sure as hell doesn’t make you hard to love.”

The first tear slips down your cheek, and Eddie wipes it away instantly with his thumb.

“I got frustrated because I want you to tell me when something hurts,” he admits quietly. “Not because I think your feelings are annoying.”

And there’s no irritation on his face anymore. Just concern, guilt, and this overwhelming softness like he’s terrified you think he sees you the way other people did.

“I’m sorry I snapped at you,” he murmurs. “I never want you thinking you gotta earn the right to feel things around me.”

That completely undoes you. A sob catches in your throat before you can stop it, and Eddie immediately moves, pulling you into him so fast you barely process it.

“C’mere,” he whispers, wrapping both arms tightly around you.

You hide your face in his shoulder while you cry, mortified, but Eddie just holds you closer. “No more pretending you’re okay when you’re not,” he says quietly into your hair. “Not with me.”

Your fingers curl weakly into the back of his shirt. “I’m trying,” you whisper tearfully.

“I know.” He presses a kiss against your temple. “And you’re doing so good, sweetheart.”

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The apartment is quiet when Robin unlocks the door, quiet enough that she immediately freezes. Because the apartment is never quiet.

Usually, there’s the hum of the refrigerator, or the upstairs neighbors stomping around like they’re rehearsing for Riverdance, or music coming from somewhere down the hall. But tonight there’s something different underneath it all, soft music drifting faintly from the bedroom she’s supposed to be sharing with a complete stranger.

Robin tightens her grip on her keys. Right, she thinks, New roommate day.

She’d almost forgotten about Keith being insufferable for eight straight hours and Steve pretending not to care about his hair getting rained on. Robin nudges the door shut behind her and kicks off her shoes, already preparing herself for awkward small talk and forced introductions.

Instead, she walks into what looks like an enchanted forest, and she actually stops dead in the hallway.

The bedroom door is open just enough for warm golden light to spill out across the carpet. Fairy lights twinkle along the walls, tangled through hanging ivy vines that drape across the ceiling. Little paper stars sway lazily overhead whenever the fan turns. Your side of the room is all soft blankets and patchwork quilts and stacks of books and tiny trinkets tucked into every possible corner. 

Robin stares for a full five seconds before blurting: “What the fuck?”

Your head immediately pops up from the floor where you’re sitting cross-legged beside an open box. “Oh my God, hi!”

And there you are. You’re wearing this oversized sweater that’s practically swallowing your hands, hair messy from unpacking, surrounded by candles and records and enough decorative mushrooms to concern the average person.

Robin blinks. “You’re real,” she says.

You laugh softly. “I think so?”

“No, because I thought maybe the apartment got cursed while I was at work.”

That makes you laugh harder, bright and pretty and completely unembarrassed. Robin feels herself relax instantly.

“Sorry,” you say, standing up quickly. “I didn’t mean to completely fill the room. I just started unpacking, and then I kinda blacked out.”

Robin looks around again. Honestly? The room looks amazing, like one of those bedrooms in magazines that people pretend they casually threw together when in reality it probably took seventeen hours and emotional warfare.

“Are those stars hanging from the ceiling?”

You beam immediately, like you’ve been waiting for someone to ask.

“Yes! Okay, so technically they’re supposed to be Christmas ornaments, but I thought they looked magical, so—”

And that’s it. That’s the beginning of the end for Robin Buckley. Because ten minutes later, she’s sitting cross-legged on your bed while you excitedly explain every little thing you unpacked.

The moon-shaped lamp you thrifted for three dollars. The pressed flowers tucked into frames. The tiny ceramic frog named Ferdinand.

“Named?” Robin repeats.

You look at her like that’s the stupidest question she’s ever asked. “Obviously.” Robin snorts so hard she almost chokes.

You ramble when you’re excited, words tumbling over themselves while your hands move animatedly through the air, and Robin finds herself completely locked in. You talk about books you love like they personally changed your life. You tell stories with your whole body. Every emotion crosses your face so openly that it’s impossible not to get swept up in it.

Most people make Robin feel too loud.

You make her feel matched. At some point, you end up sitting on the floor together, eating vending machine snacks from Robin’s backpack while music hums softly through the room.

“You know,” Robin says after a while, “I was terrified I’d get assigned someone horrifying.”

You gasp dramatically. “Robin!”

“I’m serious! One time, Steve had a roommate who clipped his toenails in the living room.”

You stare at her in horror.

“See?” she says. “Exactly my reaction.”

You laugh again, smiling so hard your nose scrunches a little, and Robin decides right then she likes you, a lot. Like enough that she’s already mentally preparing how to introduce you to the rest of the group. Which, honestly, might turn out to be a mistake. Because if Robin thinks you’re charming now, she has absolutely no idea what’s about to happen when Eddie and Steve meet you.

Robin calls it an apartment warming party even though it’s really just: cheap beer, frozen pizza, three folding chairs, and whoever happened to answer their phones. Which means by seven-thirty, the apartment is full of loud voices and wet shoes piled by the door from the rain outside.

You’re in the kitchen trying to separate paper plates that are aggressively sticking together when the front door swings open. Steve Harrington walks in first. And unfortunately, he’s very pretty.

Tall, broad shoulders shoved into seemingly too-tight tan jacket, hair still annoyingly perfect from the rain somehow. He’s carrying a case of beer under one arm while arguing with Robin before he’s even fully inside.

“I’m telling you, this is not enough food.”

“There are twelve people here, Steve, not the population of Indiana.”

“That doesn’t matter—”

Then he sees you and stops talking mid-sentence. You blink back at him, and Robin immediately notices the exact moment Steve Harrington develops a crush on you. It’s physically visible.

“Oh,” Steve says.

You smile politely. “Hi.”

Robin groans quietly into her drink. “Steve,” she says flatly, “don’t.”

“What? I didn’t even do anything.”

“You’re doing the face.”

“I have no idea what that means.”

Before Robin can roast him alive, another figure shoves through the doorway behind him.

“Move your gigantic hair outta the way, Harrington, some of us are carrying important cargo—”

And then he walks in. Leather jacket damp from the rain, dark curls pushed messily out of his face, and a cigarette tucked behind one ear despite Robin threatening murder every time he smokes near the building.

Eddie looks up, sees you, and completely loses his train of thought. “…holy shit.”

Robin closes her eyes. “Oh no,” she mutters, because she recognizes that look too.

You’re still standing by the kitchen counter holding a stack of paper plates, but suddenly you feel oddly frozen under Eddie’s attention. Not in a bad way, but in a terrifying way. Like your entire nervous system just sat up straight. Eddie stares at you for half a second too long before Robin finally speaks.

“Eddie,” she says slowly, “this is my new roommate.”

You say your name softly. Eddie repeats it immediately, like he’s testing how it sounds in his mouth. God. And then he smiles at you, crooked, warm, a little shy underneath all the theatrics. And you are done for instantly.

“Nice to meet you, sweetheart.”

Robin physically watches your soul leave your body. Steve notices too, which is unfortunate for everybody involved. The night only gets worse from there, because Eddie is everywhere.

Sprawled across the couch, telling dramatic stories that make you laugh so hard your stomach hurts. Talking with his hands when he gets excited, grinning every time he catches you already looking at him. And the thing is, you can tell immediately he’s smart.

Not school smart, necessarily. But passionate smart, the kind of person that collects knowledge simply because he loves things deeply.

At one point, he starts passionately ranting about some fantasy campaign he’s writing while Gareth and Jeff argue with him from across the room, and you swear you could listen to him talk for the rest of your life. Which apparently becomes very obvious, because Robin leans against your shoulder at some point and whispers:

“Oh, you are gone.”

You shove her lightly. “Shut up.”

“You have not stopped staring at him for twenty minutes.”

“I have absolutely stopped staring at him.”

Across the room, Eddie glances over at you instantly as if he felt it, then grins. You almost choke on your drink.

Later, after more people show up and the apartment gets louder, you slip away to your room for a breather because your room is softer than the chaos outside. You’re fixing one of the strings of stars above your bed when there’s a knock against the open door.

You turn, and there’s Eddie, leaning against the doorway carefully, like he’s not sure if he’s intruding. “Whoa,” he says quietly.

You smile a little. “Hi.”

“Robin said your room was cool, but she severely undersold this.”

You laugh softly. “You think?”

“Think?” Eddie steps inside slowly, eyes darting everywhere at once. “Sweetheart, this looks like a woodland creature got accepted into art school.”

You burst out laughing, and the sound alone visibly delights him.

“Oh my God,” you say. “That is the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

“I’m serious!” Eddie says, already wandering toward your shelves. “You’ve got little potions and shit in here.”

“They’re crystals.”

“Ah. Magic rocks. My mistake.”

You shake your head, smiling helplessly while he picks up one of your tiny ceramic frogs with absolute reverence. “This guy rules.”

“That’s Ferdinand.”

Eddie looks at you immediately. “He has a name?”

“Obviously.”

Eddie presses a hand dramatically to his chest. “You get me.”

And that’s it, that’s the exact moment you fall hopelessly, stupidly in love with Eddie Munson. Because instead of making fun of you, he lights up.

Every little thing in your room fascinates him. He asks questions about every trinket and listens to your answers like they’re genuinely important. Gets excited when you explain the meanings of your crystals. Tells you your room feels “safe in a really cool way.”

At some point, the two of you end up sitting cross-legged on your bedroom floor, talking while the party carries on without you. 

The party finally dies sometime after one in the morning.

Jeff and Gareth leave first, still arguing over something stupid. Robin disappears into the apartment, muttering about cleaning tomorrow because “future Robin deserves to suffer, not current Robin.” And somehow that leaves Steve and Eddie alone, hauling empty pizza boxes down the apartment stairs toward Steve’s BMW.

Rainwater glistens across the pavement outside as Eddie lights a cigarette the second they step outside, leaning against the passenger door while Steve tosses the trash into the dumpster nearby.

For a minute, neither of them says anything. But Eddie’s brain is still upstairs, still stuck in your room. Your laugh. Your stupid little fairy lights. The way your eyes lit up every time he asked about something on your shelves like nobody had ever cared before. Jesus Christ.

He takes a long drag from his cigarette while Steve shuts the trunk. “So.”

Eddie immediately narrows his eyes. “Why do you sound like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like a man about to say something deeply irritating.”

Steve rolls his eyes, but there’s this weird grin pulling at his mouth. And Eddie suddenly knows, his stomach dropping in an instant. “Oh no,” Eddie mutters.

Steve leans against the car beside him. “What?”

“You like her.”

Steve pauses, then laughs once under his breath. “Is it that obvious?”

Eddie stares out at the wet parking lot instead of answering. Because yeah, yeah, it is. Of course it is. Why wouldn’t Steve Harrington like you?

You’re pretty and sweet and charming, and you looked at people like they mattered when they talked. You had this soft, dreamy thing about you that made people want to lean closer without realizing it. And Steve? Steve always got the girl.

Not because he was a bad guy. Honestly, that almost made it worse. Steve was good-looking, kind, and dependable in a way Eddie never felt he could compete with. Eddie flicks ash onto the pavement.

“Dude,” Steve says carefully, “you okay?”

“Mhm.”

“That sounded fake.”

“Kinda was.”

Steve snorts quietly, then he says, “I dunno. I just really liked her.”

Eddie’s chest physically aches because he really liked you, too. Pathetically fast, honestly. The kind of fast that should concern medical professionals.

But the second Steve says it out loud, Eddie can practically feel himself shoving the whole thing down into his ribs where it can’t embarrass him. He laughs once instead, forcing casualness into his voice.

“Yeah,” he says lightly. “She’s cool.” The words taste awful immediately.

Steve glances over at him, and Eddie knows Steve’s looking for something there. Some reaction. Some claim. But Eddie just shrugs and opens the passenger door. Because what’s he supposed to say?

“Actually, Steve, I think I fell in love with her in approximately four minutes while she explained the lore behind a ceramic frog collection?” No fucking thank you.

Steve hesitates before climbing into the driver’s seat. “You sure?”

Eddie forces a grin. “Harrington, if I fought you every time we liked the same girl, we’d both be dead by now.”

Steve laughs at that, thankfully. But Eddie turns toward the window before he can see his face. The whole drive home hurts. Steve keeps talking about you absentmindedly, not even realizing that each thing he says is basically another nail in Eddie’s coffin.

“She’s funny.”

“Mhm.”

“And smart.”

“Tragic, really.”

“And did you see her room? It looked like a fairy exploded in there.”

That one almost makes Eddie smile despite himself. “Yeah,” he says quietly. “It was nice.”

Steve glances over at him again. “You really think so?”

Eddie thinks about you sitting cross-legged on the floor under warm golden lights, looking at him like every word out of his mouth mattered.

He swallows hard. “Yeah,” he says softly. “I really think so.”

But by the time Steve drops him off at the trailer, Eddie’s already making up his mind. He’s not doing this again. He’s not letting himself get stupid over someone who’s obviously gonna realize Steve Harrington is the better option eventually.

So whatever this thing is blooming in his chest, he’s gonna kill it before it gets embarrassing.

The next time everyone hangs out is at Steve’s place. Robin drags you there after work with the promise of free food and “at least three people getting into an argument dramatic enough to count as entertainment.” You spend almost the entire drive fixing your hair in the passenger mirror while pretending not to.

“Oh my God,” she says. “You’re nervous.”

“I am not nervous.”

“You’ve checked your lip gloss four times.”

“I just like to look nice.”

“For Eddie.”

You groan and shove her shoulder while she laughs all the way into the parking lot. And honestly? You’re excited to see him. Pathetically excited. Ever since the apartment party, Eddie’s been stuck in your head constantly. The way he listened to you. The way he smiled when you talked. The softness underneath all the theatrics.

You’ve spent an embarrassing amount of time replaying that night in your mind. Which is why the disappointment hits so hard when you walk into Steve’s living room, and Eddie barely looks at you. Not barely looks at you because he’s distracted, but barely looks at you on purpose.

“Hey,” you say softly when your eyes meet his.

Eddie gives you a quick smile from where he’s sitting in the armchair. “Hey, sweetheart.”

And then he looks away, that’s it. No wandering over to talk to you. No easy teasing. No immediate gravitational pull toward you like before. Your stomach sinks a little.

Meanwhile, Steve lights up the second you walk in. “There she is,” he says dramatically from the kitchen. “Thank God. Robin almost bought generic chips.”

“I did buy generic chips,” Robin calls back.

You laugh despite yourself, and Steve stays beside you basically the entire night. At first, you don’t think much of it because Steve is naturally affectionate and attentive, but after an hour, it becomes impossible not to notice the contrast between him and Eddie.

Steve sits beside you on the couch. Steve hands you drinks before you ask. Steve remembers tiny details you mentioned in passing. While across the room, Eddie barely speaks to you at all. And every time you try to talk to him, he gives you these short, polite answers before redirecting himself somewhere else. It hurts more than it should.

By the time the movie starts, you’re curled into the corner of the couch trying not to visibly mope while Steve talks animatedly beside you.

Robin notices everything immediately; her eyes narrowing toward Eddie across the room. Eddie pointedly avoids looking over. Coward.

Halfway through the movie, Steve leans closer to whisper some joke in your ear that makes you laugh. And from the recliner across the room, Eddie finally glances over. Then he stands up.

“I should head out,” he says suddenly.

Everyone looks over. Robin frowns. “Already?”

“Early shift.”

“That’s literally a lie,” Gareth says.

“Wow,” Eddie says flatly. “Didn’t know you knew work my schedule better than I did.” But he’s already grabbing his jacket. 

“Oh,” you say quietly. “Okay.”

Eddie finally looks at you directly for the first time all night. And for one awful second, something vulnerable flickers across his face, something almost guilty.

“Night, sweetheart.” Then he leaves.

A week later, Steve asks you out. Not dramatically or arrogantly, he actually looks kind of nervous. The two of you are walking back toward the apartment after grabbing coffee while Robin is in class, and Steve suddenly rubs the back of his neck before blurting:

“So… would you maybe wanna go out sometime?”

You stop walking. Steve immediately winces. “Jesus, that bad?”

“No!” you say quickly. “No, Steve, oh my God.”

He laughs awkwardly. You feel terrible instantly because Steve is wonderful, truly wonderful. But he’s not Eddie. And unfortunately for you, every stupid thought in your head still somehow circles back to Eddie Munson.

You exhale softly. “Steve…”

“Yeah?”

“I really, really like somebody.”

His face falls a little, though he tries to hide it. “Oh.”

“And it’s—” You hesitate. “It’s Eddie.”

Steve stares at you, then blinks. “…Eddie?”

“I’m sorry,” you say softly.

“Don’t be.” Steve nudges your shoulder lightly. “Can’t exactly control who you like.”

Then your face brightens suddenly. “Wait.”

Steve eyes you cautiously. “That look concerns me.”

“No, listen, I have a friend.”

“Oh no.”

“She’s in one of my lit classes.”

“You’re trying to set me up?”

“She’s gorgeous.”

“Dangerous opening statement.”

“And she loves dumb movies and rambling and stupidly nice people.”

Steve narrows his eyes. “Are you calling me stupid?”

You grin. “A little.”

And somehow Steve agrees to meet her at the next group hangout. Which turns out to be the best decision of his life. Because the second your friend walks into the diner and immediately starts arguing with Steve about whether Die Hard counts as a Christmas movie, Steve falls catastrophically in love. Like, immediately.

Robin watches it happen in real time. “Oh my God,” she whispers to you from across the booth. “He’s gone.”

Steve is sitting there staring at your friend like she personally invented happiness. Meanwhile, your friend is laughing so hard at one of his jokes that she’s nearly crying.

“You know what?” Robin says thoughtfully. “They’re gonna get married.”

And honestly? You kind of think so, too. Which would all be great news if Eddie hadn’t spent the last three weeks completely disappearing from your life.

Eddie sees them completely by accident, which somehow makes it worse. He’s cutting through downtown after leaving the record store, headphones hanging around his neck and a cigarette tucked between his lips, when he glances across the street and nearly walks directly into a parking meter.

Steve is sitting outside the little café near campus. And across from him is a girl Eddie’s never seen before. Not just sitting, holding hands, laughing. Steve looks disgustingly happy about it, too, leaning across the tiny table while she steals fries off his plate.

Eddie stops dead on the sidewalk, and his stomach twists immediately. “What the fuck,” he says out loud.

Because no. No no no. Steve Harrington did not spend weeks following you around like a lovesick puppy just to immediately start dating another girl. Eddie’s chest burns hot, and before he can think better of it, he’s already crossing the street.

Steve notices him halfway there and grins automatically. “Munson!”

Eddie does not grin back. Steve’s smile slowly fades. “Uh oh.”

Eddie walks right up to the table, pointing accusingly. “What the hell, man?”

The girl blinks between them. Steve looks genuinely confused. “What are you talking about?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about!”

“I literally don’t.”

Eddie gestures wildly at the girl sitting across from him. “This!”

Steve stares, the girl stares, and Eddie looks personally betrayed.

“You spent all that time chasing after her, and now you’re out here cheating on her in broad daylight?”

The girl chokes on her drink. Steve’s eyes widen in horror. “What?!”

“Don’t what me, Harrington!”

“Eddie,” the girl says carefully, trying not to laugh, “I think maybe—”

“No, because this is insane behavior!” Eddie continues. “You were obsessed with her!”

Steve suddenly realizes. And then, unbelievably, he starts laughing. Like full-body laughing.

Eddie glares at him. “Oh, cool. Awesome. Glad infidelity is hilarious to you.”

Steve physically puts his head in his hands. “Oh my God,” he groans through laughter. “You are so stupid.”

“Excuse me?”

The girl beside Steve is openly giggling now. Steve looks up, finally, still laughing. “She turned me down, dumbass.”

Eddie blinks. “What?”

“She turned me down because she likes you.”

Silence, actual complete silence. Even the traffic noise suddenly feels far away. Eddie just stares at him. “…what?”

Steve looks at him like he’s witnessing a medical emergency. “She likes you,” he repeats slowly. “She literally told me she had feelings for you.”

Eddie’s brain completely short-circuits. “Nah,” he says automatically.

“Yes.”

“No, she—”

“Eddie.” Steve points at him. “The girl spent an entire party staring holes into your head.”

Eddie opens his mouth, closes it, then opens it again. “She… what?”

Steve looks genuinely offended now. “How did you not notice?!”

Because Eddie had been so busy convincing himself Steve would win again that he never even considered the possibility that you’d wanted him back. You wanted him. Oh my God.

Ohhhhhhh, shit.

Every interaction over the last month slams into him at once. You laughing at all his jokes. You always gravitate toward him. The way your face fell every time he pulled away. The hurt in your eyes the last night everyone hung out. Eddie physically pales.

Steve watches as the realization hits him in real time. “There it is,” Steve says flatly. “That’s the face of a man realizing he ruined his own life.”

“Oh my God,” Eddie breathes.

“You stopped talking to her!”

“I know!”

“You idiot!”

“I KNOW!”

The girl across from Steve is laughing so hard she’s wiping tears from her eyes. Eddie runs both hands through his hair frantically. “Oh my God,” he repeats. “She probably thinks I hate her.”

“Probably, yeah.”

“Jesus Christ.”

Steve points down the sidewalk dramatically. “Go fix it!”

Eddie doesn’t even argue; he turns so fast he nearly trips over the curb before sprinting back down the street.

Eddie almost falls up the stairs to your apartment, seriously. He misses the second step entirely because his brain is moving faster than the rest of his body, heart pounding so hard it feels painful.

You like him. You liked him the whole fucking time. And he spent the last month acting like a wounded puppy instead of just talking to you like a normal person. “Jesus Christ,” he mutters to himself, shoving a hand through his curls as he reaches your door.

The lights are on inside. Good, good. Eddie knocks once. Then, immediately again, louder this time because he suddenly cannot breathe properly. And the door swings open. Oh. Oh, he is so unbelievably screwed.

You’re standing there fresh out of the shower, hair still damp around your shoulders, oversized sleep shirt slipping off one side slightly. No makeup. No jewelry except the tiny rings you always wear, soft skin still a little damp.

You look sleepy. Comfortable. Beautiful in this terrifyingly effortless way that makes Eddie’s brain go completely blank. Your eyes widen when you see him standing there looking half feral. “Eddie?”

His name leaves your mouth softly, confused. Your brows knit together a little. “Hi.”

And God, that almost kills him too, because even after he’s been avoiding you for weeks, you still sound happy to see him.

“I’m an idiot,” Eddie blurts immediately.

You blink. “What?”

“I’m, like, a catastrophic idiot, actually.”

“Okay…”

“I thought you liked Steve.”

You stare at him for a second. “Oh, my God.”

“I KNOW.”

“You thought I liked Steve?”

“He asked you out!”

“And I said no!”

“Yeah, apparently everybody knew that except me!”

Despite yourself, a tiny laugh escapes you. Eddie looks so distressed standing there that it’s honestly a little adorable. His cheeks are flushed pink from running over here, his curls are windblown, and his chest is still rising too fast.

“I thought,” he says breathlessly, softer now, “I thought for one second maybe I actually had a shot with you, and then Harrington told me he liked you and I just…” He laughs once at himself. “I don’t know. I got weird.”

You stare at him because suddenly everything makes sense. The distance. The avoiding you. The weird tension every time Steve sat beside you.

“Oh my God,” you whisper.

“I know, sweetheart, trust me, I know.”

“You thought I wanted Steve Harrington over you?”

Eddie grimaces. “When you say it out loud, it sounds stupid.”

“It is stupid.”

“I’m aware.”

You shake your head, smiling despite yourself now. And Eddie looks at you like the sight of that smile physically revives him. “I really hurt your feelings, didn’t I?” he asks quietly.

You hesitate, which is an answer enough. Eddie closes his eyes briefly like he hates himself for it. “Shit.”

Before you can respond, he suddenly steps closer. “You have any idea,” he murmurs, voice rough, “how hard it’s been not to talk to you? See you?”

Your breath catches instantly while Eddie’s gaze drops to your mouth, then back to your eyes. And when you don’t move away, that’s it. His hand slides gently against your jaw, and suddenly, he’s kissing you. Like he’s been starving for it. Like he’s been thinking about it for weeks, which, to be fair, he has. 

You make this tiny, surprised sound against his mouth before immediately melting into him, hands sliding up his chest to the back of his neck as he kisses you harder. Eddie groans softly the second you kiss him back.

“Jesus Christ,” he breathes against your lips. “Thank fucking God.”

You’re laughing a little now between kisses, dizzy from how fast this is happening. “You are insane,” you whisper.

His hands slide carefully to your waist, pulling you closer as he kisses you again, slower this time, savoring every ounce of attention you're gracing him with. He walks you backward into the apartment without breaking the kiss, one hand still cradling your jaw like you might disappear if he lets go. 

The door clicks shut behind him, and he spins you gently, pressing your back against it. “Been losing my mind over you,” he murmurs against your lips, voice rough. “Every fucking night.”

You make a soft, overwhelmed sound and pull him closer by his jacket. He shrugs it off in one messy motion, letting it hit the floor, then his hands are back on you, sliding under the hem of your shirt, palms greedy against your bare waist.

“Eddie—”

“Yeah, sweetheart?” He kisses down your neck, open-mouthed and reverent, like he’s memorizing the taste of you. “Tell me what you need.”

You don’t even know how to answer. You just tug at his shirt until he yanks it over his head, revealing all that pale skin and dark ink. Your hands explore him immediately, tracing over every tattoo and piece of him that you can get ahold of. 

He walks you toward your bedroom, never letting you get more than a breath away. When the backs of your knees hit the bed, he eases you down like you’re something precious, then follows, crawling over you.

“Look at you,” he whispers, eyes dragging over your body. Your shirt has ridden up; he pushes it higher, exposing your stomach, your ribs, the curve of your breasts. “Jesus Christ, you’re gonna kill me.”

You laugh breathlessly, a little shy under the intensity of his stare, but he leans down and kisses the sound right out of your mouth. Then lower, your collarbone, the swell of your chest, the soft underside of one breast. When his mouth closes around your nipple, tongue teasing, you arch with a broken moan. He hums in satisfaction. 

Eddie takes his time, like he’s making up for every second he wasted avoiding you. He maps your body with his mouth and hands, murmuring filthy-sweet things the whole time.

When he finally hooks his fingers in your panties and tugs them down, he actually curses under his breath at how wet you are. Two long fingers slide through your folds, circling your clit with devastating patience until your thighs start shaking.

“Eddie, please—”

“I got you.” He kisses the inside of your thigh, then looks up at you through those dark curls, eyes almost black with want.

He doesn’t tease for long. The first slow drag of his tongue has your back bowing off the bed. He groans like you’re the best thing he’s ever had in his mouth, licking and sucking with messy enthusiasm, two fingers curling inside you just right.

One of your hands fists in his hair; the other clutches at the patchwork quilt beneath you.

You come hard, thighs clamping around his head, crying out his name in a broken whimper. He keeps going through it, gentling you down with soft licks until you’re trembling and oversensitive.

When he finally crawls back up, his mouth is shiny, pupils blown. You pull him into a deep kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue, and reach between you to palm him through his jeans.

He hisses, hips jerking. “You sure?” he rasps, already sounding wrecked. You nod, helping him as he desperately tries to take his belt off. 

He hovers over you for a second, then smirks as he reaches to your shelf and turns Ferdinand around. “Look away, buddy,” he mumbles. 

He leans back into you, kissing you gently as he settles between your thighs. He braces one forearm beside your head and looks down at you, suddenly serious beneath the hunger.

“You sure?” he whispers. “We can slow down. I’ll wait as long as—”

You cut him off with a kiss and guide him to your entrance. “I want you. Now.”

He sinks in slowly, inch by inch, forehead pressed to yours, breathing ragged. When he bottoms out, he stays there, buried deep, just panting against your mouth.

“Fuck… you feel like heaven, baby.”

Then he starts moving, slow rolling thrusts that drag against that spot inside you with every stroke. Eddie’s mouth stays on yours, on your neck, on your chest, wherever he can reach. His hand finds yours, lacing your fingers together beside your head while he fucks you harder.

“Look at me,” he breathes. “Want to see you when you come again.” 

You do; staring into those big brown eyes while the pleasure coils tighter and tighter. He angles his hips just right, and you shatter around him with a sharp cry, clenching so hard he curses and follows right after, hips stuttering as he buries himself deep and groans your name, followed by a couple of “fuuucks” for good measure. 

For a long minute, the only sound is your mingled breathing and Eddie’s rabbiting heart. Eddie collapses half on top of you, face tucked into your neck, arms wrapped around you like he never plans to let go. You’re both smiling in that dazed, exhausted kind of way, the kind that feels a little unreal.

Eddie presses one slow kiss against your shoulder. “You alive there, sweetheart?”

You giggle softly into your pillow. “Barely.”

“Yeah?” he murmurs smugly.

You snort immediately. “Don’t start.”

“I earned starting.”

“You are so annoying.”

“And yet,” Eddie says dramatically, motioning to the predicament the two of you are currently in. 

You laugh again, turning your head slightly, and then you notice it. Your tiny ceramic frog statue is still sitting on the bookshelf, facing the wall.

You go completely silent, Eddie noticing instantly. “What?”

Slowly, you point toward the shelf. Eddie follows your gaze and physically freezes.

“Oh my God,” you whisper.

Eddie immediately starts laughing. Not a cute laugh either, a full body, wheezing, face-in-your-neck laugh.

“I cannot believe you turned Ferdinand around!”

“He didn’t need to see all that!”

You burst into helpless laughter beneath him. “Eddie!”

“What?!” he says between laughs. “You said he had feelings!”

“He is ceramic!”

“Yeah, and he could have been a traumatized ceramic!”

You’re laughing so hard your stomach hurts now, trying to shove at his shoulder while he grins down at you completely unashamed. “I cannot believe you did that.”

“I was respecting the sanctity of your weird little frog son.”

“That is actually insane behavior.”

“Says the woman with an emotionally significant amphibian collection.”

You groan loudly into your hands while Eddie keeps laughing. Then suddenly, he pushes himself up just enough to glance toward the shelf again.

“…do you think he’s mad at me?”

You stare at him for half a second before dissolving all over again, while Eddie looks absolutely lovestruck watching you laugh beneath him.

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He was supposed to be off on Sundays- practically unreachable. It was a clause in his final contract that he signed almost 11 months ago. He had Sundays off with no disruptions. No calls, no emails, no meetings- and absolutely no work. So, when his phone rang through the quiet confines of his loft-style apartment, he groaned out in frustration.

Leave me the fuck alone, Paul…

He thought, slumping further into his couch as he slung his forearm over his eyes. He had nothing on his agenda besides a well-needed nap and some light D&D manual reading. He didn’t even plan on leaving his apartment. Just that.

So, when his phone stopping ringing, Eddie let out a sigh of relief- trying to doze off again before it started ringing again. Not even a five minute pause between the last call.

Whatever he wants, he can leave a goddamn message like everyone else.

He would get to it on Monday. Maybe. If he was lucky.

But no.

On the third attempted call, Eddie jumps off the couch with a groan- stomping over to his wall phone before picking it up.

“Munson.” He murmurs gruffly as he leans against the wall impatiently.

“Eds! Jesus Christ, kid! Pick up your damn phone when I call.”

“What do you want, Paul?” Eddie drones, already wanting to be off the phone as fast as he picked it up.

“Look, kid, I know you said no Sundays but-“

“Nuh-uh.” Eddie cuts him off “No. You know the rules. The only thing I asked for when we renewed my contract was that I get to be unreachable on Sundays. This-“ Eddie gestures to the phone in his hand even though he knew his manager couldn’t see him. It was all for emphasis, really.

“This is not unreachable.” He finishes “It can wait until Monday.”

“Look, kiddo, I know what you said but I don’t think this can wait.”

“Yeah, well, it’ll have to wait. I’ll call you back tomorrow.”

“Do not hang up on me, Munson! I know you’ve only got a month left of this but at least respect me enough to hear me out when I speak to you.”

“Fine,” Eddie sighs, rubbing his temple in exasperation “What do you want?”

“I’ve got a gig for you. Trust me, kid, you’re gonna love it.”

Eddie rolls his eyes.

“Y’know, Paul, I feel like I’ve heard you say that before.” He points out.

“Nah, kid. I mean it. I’ve got something you’re gonna love. Meet me in my office in an hour.”

“What!?” Eddie exclaims “Hold on! Wait-“

But before Eddie could argue, his manager had already hung up- leaving the other end dead as he stood there in disbelief.

That fucking bastard.

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To say that the porn industry had made him jaded would be an understatement.

After three grueling years, a lot of fucking, faking it, and getting off enough women to start a Jim Jones-style cult- Eddie had had enough. He was retiring. For good.

The announcement to the porn industry had been a shock to everyone. Eddie “The Freak” Munson; the sex-industry’s “Prince of Porn” (Or “The Prince of Pussy” as some called him, for some odd reason) was leaving behind his legacy as the ladies’ favorite male pornstar. No one has seen anything like it. It was practically unfathomable that someone of his caliber- someone who jackhammered his way into the hearts of millions- was walking away.

To almost every man in America, Eddie “The Freak” Munson was living their dream. Eddie, however, was bored, tired, and lonely. It was fun while it lasted but he was ready to move on. You could only fuck so many blondes with huge tits and daddy kinks until it got completely played out and repetitive. It also didn’t help that, outside of filming, he wasn’t even interested in sex.

True be told, sex had become the last thing on his mind. Not that he couldn’t fuck anyone he wanted. Hell, he was sure there would be a line halfway to Europe if he did. He just didn’t see the point. It was like eating the same meal everyday for the rest of your life. You get tired of it pretty damn quick. What was the point of sex without the emotional connection? The passion? The lust? It was just a waste of time and energy.

Eddie rolled into his manager’s office an hour and a half later, taking his sweet time as he parked his van at the studio. He walks past the receptionists, sending a wink their way as he walked through to Paul’s private office suite. There have been many occasions when he overheard the girls at the front-desk fawning over him after he had just wrapped up a scene with some “up and coming” star that was completely underwhelming.

Sometimes he even thought about taking home one of the receptionists and dicking them down just to see if he felt something. That he wasn’t completely numb to getting someone else’s rocks off. But Paul would surely have his ass if he found out. Sometimes Eddie wondered why he even cared.

“Where the hell have you been?” Paul exclaims, turning towards Eddie once he walks through the door “I was just in the middle of calling you.”

Paul puts the phone down as he watches Eddie plop down into one of the chairs on the other side of his desk.

“Yeah, well, I’m here now. What are your other two wishes.” Eddie deadpans.

“You’re lucky that production pushed back today’s shoot by another hour otherwise you would’ve missed out on what the hell I even called you in for.” Paul chastises, earning an eye-roll from his client.

“Which is?” Eddie points out “You had me race across town in traffic and you haven’t even told me that the hell for. Let’s get on with it. What’s this gig you’re so obsessed about?”

“I found a girl for you.” Paul announces excitedly as if he were a matchmaker and not a manager for sex workers.

“….Okay.” Eddie replies slowly “That’s it?”

“Would you lighten up?” Paul replies incredulously “I’m getting there, okay? Just give me a minute to, you know, set the scene.”

“Paul, I don’t pay you 10% for you to ‘set the scene’ and waste my time. Let’s pick a lane here, and stick to it.” Eddie states, not mincing words. One thing he learned fast during his first year in the industry was that mincing words was what got you used up and stomped on.

“Alright. So, I found this girl. Her manager came to me. Her company is putting together a flick. Oral Fixation 5 or some shit like that. Anyway, they’re looking for a male costar for her. They want someone good. It’s the girl’s first time with a partner. She mainly does solo work. She’s a bit skittish but cute. Different than the type of girls you usually work with.”

“So, you want me to fuck an amateur?” Eddie asks, crossing his arms over his chest.

“No, no. Not an amateur. She’s been on film before.”

“Has she fucked anyone on film before?” Eddie challenges, eyeing his manager judgmentally. Leave it to Paul to call him in on his day off to ask him to fuck some newbie that probably has no idea what she’s doing.

“See, that’s the thing, you wouldn’t be fucking her.” Paul explains.

“Then what would I be doing? Feeding her bon-bons?” Eddie asks.

“Like I said, it’s an oral flick. No fucking. Very simple stuff. She basically does most of the work herself. She’ll start off solo, get herself nice and ready, you come in and eat her out, make her come, she’ll suck you off, let you come on her face and voila! Done! You’ll be out of here by noon tomorrow. So, whaddya say?”

“….What does she look like?” Eddie asks, leaning forward in his seat. He would be lying if he said his interest wasn’t piqued. No actual fucking? Just some light oral work, a blowjob, and then done? Didn’t seem that bad.

“That’s why I wanted you to come in!” Paul explains “She’s here. In Studio B shooting some stuff for Hot & Horny. You can head over, give her a good look, see what she can do, and then we can book it if she makes the cut. Maybe if she’s up to your standards, we can use her for your big flick. But you have to decide today before someone else snags her. She’s cute, kid. A real looker. I don’t see her staying small for very long.”

“Really?” Eddie asks, rubbing his chin in thought.

“Really.” Paul assures him “What’re you thinkin’?”

“Alright.” Eddie sighs, standing up from his chair “Let me see her.”

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When he walks into Studio B, Eddie is expecting to find another cookie-cutter run of the mill porn girl. Big fake silicone tits, lip injections, and an overly-enthusiastic fake orgasm. Bonus points for bleach blonde hair. What he didn’t expect to find was you- the complete antithesis of all of the other girls he’s used to. You were a breath of fresh air.

You stood off to the side of your set- a cute little bedroom set up complete with frilly pink floral sheets, heart shaped pillows, and cute little teddy bears. Boy band posters were taped onto the fake set walls to mimic the feel of a girl’s bedroom. College student, girl-next-door. Young, hot, and sexy- and, boy, Eddie was into it. He was so fucking into it.

Production staff began setting up the scene, placing several different adult toys onto the rose-printed lacy duvet. A smorgasbord of pleasure instruments. Eddie was no stranger to solo girls scenes. He’s gotten off to many of them. But this one was different. He was sucked in- intrigued.

You were standing in a silky robe, covering up whatever production has asked you to wear. All Eddie could get a glimpse of was the thigh high white stockings with lace trim that adorned your long, sexy legs. No heels. Interesting.

You were talking to a set manager, batting your long mascara-ed eyelashes as your pink, kissable lips spread into a sweet smile. The set guy said something that got you to laugh, your head tilting back as you let out an adorable sexy laugh- your hair draping down like a luscious waterfall.

Fuck, you were hot. So, so hot.

“Told you she was a looker.” Paul chimes in as he sidles up beside Eddie- too distracted to notice that he was even in the vicinity “What are your thoughts so far?”

Eddie didn’t want to reveal his hand just yet. He didn’t want to seem too eager.

“Let me sit in for this one. I wanna see what she does.” He replies slowly, crossing his arms over his chest.

Before he knows it, the director calls you over- motioning for you to enter your set and get yourself situated on the cutesy pink bed.

Alright, Eddie thought, Show-time.

Before the cameras begin to roll, you gingerly untie the silk sash of your rope- taking it off to reveal your lingerie ensemble before handing it off to a set manager. Eddie’s mouth immediately went dry.

There you were in all of your glory, decorated head-to-toe in a baby pink lacy lingerie set that Eddie wanted to unwrap- desperately. You wore a bra that was practically see-through, your perfect tits hardly covered by the lace that adorned them. Through the fabric, he could spot your perky nipples- his mouth beginning to water at the thought of rolling his tongue around them- his hands full of your gorgeous breasts.

You wore a pair of lacy matching panties. Your beautiful cunt barely hidden beneath the fabric. Covered up just enough to leave him wanting more. Teasing him. You were a vision. You sat primly on the bed, your legs tucked to the side- like a proper lady- as you waited for your cue to start. Eddie began to move closer- not wanting to miss this.

He sidled up to the small herd of production members, standing firmly as a few of them greeted him with a nod. They were probably wondering what the hell he was doing there. He normally didn’t sit in to watch scenes. He was more known to shoot his own shit, get dressed, and leave as soon as possible. Yet, here he was, metaphorically sitting on the edge of his seat as he waited for you to start.

As if by the grace of god, the set director calls action- signaling to you that the camera was rolling. There wasn’t even a hint of intimidation as you started off slow and tantalizing. You place your fingers over your lips, blowing your signature kiss to the camera. Those lips. Those pouty, pink lips. Eddie hadn’t seen anything yet and he was already hooked- those soft kissable lips drawing him in. Soft lips that he wanted wrapped around his cock.

Continuing on with your tease, you trail up your body with your cute little hands, reaching up to your chest- gently massaging your tits through your lacy pink bra. The movement was slow and sensual, your hands kneading your perfect breasts- pushing them together seductively as you began to look straight into the lens of the camera.

Okay, Eddie thought, this was definitely not your first time doing this sort of thing.

He could tell, immediately- his eyes taking in the way that you were confident and deliberate with your touches. The way that your hands trailed up and down your body- grabbing, kneading, and tracing your irresistible curves. You were comfortable. In your element. Eddie could tell right away that, when it came to getting yourself off, you were definitely no amateur. He had barely even seen anything yet and he knew- and all he wanted was to see it in real time.

You reach up to hook your thumbs into your bra straps, sliding them off your shoulders as you bit your lip- batting those pretty eyelashes at the camera lens. Reaching behind you, you began to unclasp your bra- sliding it off agonizingly slow. Eddie’s breath hitches as his eyes lock onto your bare tits- nipples hard and perky as you playfully toss the discarded bra onto the floor beside the set bed.

Eddie couldn’t help but smirk, loving the way that you teased the camera- staring it down as if it were the viewers at home. The sad, unfortunate losers that weren’t anywhere near as lucky as he was to see it in person- to even be offered the opportunity to get on his knees to please you.

You kneel onto the bed, giving the camera a good view of your lower half- your lace panties and stockings still on. Those fucking stockings. Eddie could feel the blood circulating to his dick, causing him to grow hard against the zipper of his jeans. You had barely even done anything but play with your tits and he was already starting to leak precum.

These days, it took a lot for Eddie to physically react to things. Being overly-exposed to sex in this industry tends to do that to you. So, the sheer notion that he was getting hard and horny for you when all he had seen so far were your breasts was pretty damn close to miraculous. You were barely even into your scene and he was sure that he’d have to use one of the private dressing rooms to rub one out afterwards.

You ran your hands down your stomach, staring down the camera as you caressed lower and lower down your body until you reached the waistband of your panties, biting your lip as you plunged your right hand into the fabric. Eddie had to stop himself from groaning at the sight. He had seen plenty of women touch themselves- he was a pornstar, for fuck sake- but the way that you did it was hypnotizing. His eyes become glued to your clothed core as he focuses on the way that your fingers moved and teased yourself behind the thin fabric.

So fucking hot. So goddamn sexy.

He wanted to see more- needed to see more.

Your nimble little fingers teased your clit, working behind the thin fabric of your panties as you threw your head back in pleasure- your hair cascading down as your free hand reached up to one of your breasts. You pinched the nipple between your fingers, letting out a light little moan that had Eddie’s dick stirring beneath his boxers.

Fuck, that’s hot. Eddie thought. Keep going, baby. Show me how you do it.

As if you could read his mind from across the room, your eyes open- flickering over to him as you inch your hand further down into your panties. You insert a digit inside of your pussy, causing yourself to gasp as the sensation.

Shit.

Eddie watches your knuckles work their way inside of your cunt as he strains himself to get even just a glimpse past what’s behind those pretty lace panties. He could bet that they were fucking sopping wet by the way that your muscles didn’t tense or stutter when you inserted another finger. You probably slid it in with complete ease. Like it was nothing- and that was so incredibly hot.

It went on like this for a while. Eddie staring at your lower half as you toyed with yourself from behind the panties. Just when he thought he was on the brink of getting blue balls, you slowly slipped your fingers out of your panties- the production lights on the studio set picking up the way that your digital glistened with your arousal. It was a fucking sight. Such a sight that Eddie didn’t even think about you upping the ante- taking your drenched fingers and sliding them into your mouth, wrapping your lips around them as you sucked them clean.

Holy..fuck.

Suddenly, the director called cut- the sound of his orders causing Eddie to snap his head over in horror.

Cut? No. No, no, no, no, no! You were just getting started! What the fuck?!

“Alright, babe, second act. Lose the panties and get into position. Legs spread, okay?” The director calls out, causing Eddie to sigh in relief. You weren’t wrapping yet.

Thank god!

You nod at the director, hopping off the bed as you begin to take your panties off, sliding them down your legs. Where Eddie was standing off-set, he had the perfect view as you bent over further and further to push your underwear off. You were bend over so low that he had a full fucking view of your glistening wet pussy, and he was right- you were sopping. It took all of the fucking strength and self-control he had to not stomp onto that set, pull down his jeans to free his raging hard cock and jam it into your fucking cunt. God, he’s never wanted to fuck someone so badly in his life. He wanted to tell production to fuck your solo scene so that he could start fucking you.

You straighten up, now standing as you kicked off the panties- leaving you completely nude aside from the white thigh-high stockings. You climb back onto the bed, perched near the edge as you opened your legs- sitting spread eagle in front of the camera. Eddie was fully convinced that he was about to pass out.

That perfect little pussy. It was wet, pink, and tight. The prettiest he’s ever seen and he’s seen a lot during his career. Yours was the first to make him go weak in the knees, wanting to sink down in front of you at the edge of the bed as he spread you open and devoured you- acting as if you would be his last meal.

Production came rushing in to fix your hair, smoothing away any imperfections before running off set- gearing up for your cue. You waited patiently like a good, good girl. Hands to yourself as you awaited permission to continue and, if it were up to Eddie, he would reward you. For being so good. So patient.

The director begins rolling, cuing you in to start and Eddie was hooked and ready to see what you would do next- spread out in front of him. Your eyes catch the camera, your hands roaming down to your core as you begin to play with your clit- now uncovered. No barriers in-between. Thank god.

Your middle finger does all of the work, slowly circling your sensitive little button as you throw your head back again, letting the sensation take over you. Letting your hands freely pleasure yourself as if no one were watching- as if it really were you in your bedroom alone. That, Eddie decided, was what made it so hot. You weren't putting on a performance for anyone. There was no theatrics, no drama- no over the top acting. It was you. Just as you were. Enjoying every little bit of it- and, goddamn, was it sexy.

You let out soft little moans and gasps that went straight to Eddie’s dick, twitching in his pants at the way that you sounded. You sounded sweet- melodic. Music to his ears as your breathing picked up. He stared as you moved your fingers from your clit and down through your folds, wet and glistening as you spread your arousal all over your sex. You were drenched. In all of his life, Eddie never even thought about wanting to be an appendage, but holy shit was he jealous of your fingers.

You use one of your hands to spread yourself open for the camera, causing Eddie’s eyes to almost roll into the back of his head. He was seeing so much of you and he hadn’t even met you yet. But he couldn’t help but watch. He couldn’t look away.

You sink the middle finger of your other hand into your pussy, pushing it in until you reach your knuckle- so fucking deep with that little finger of yours. Eddie couldn’t help but want to take over, wanting to use his much bigger digits to fill you up just how you deserved.

Eddie watched as you slip another finger in, framing your soaked core with your pointer and pinky finger. The way that you touched yourself was hypnotic, putting him in a trance as you ramped yourself up closer and closer to your orgasm. Your moans grew louder, breathing heavier and more needy. Because there was something you needed- Him. Or maybe that’s delusional of him to think. But he knew that he needed you. He was hungry for you and he wanted a taste.

You begin fingering yourself, expertly delving your fingers into your pussy as you fucked yourself with your digits just the way that you liked. Eddie studies this, watching the way that you liked it- wanting to replicate it. No, he wanted to do it better. So fucking good that you couldn't even fathom the idea of anyone touching you but him. He was so drunk on your pussy and he hadn't even so much as touched it yet. He was fucked.

"Alright, angel." The director calls out, catching Eddie's attention for a moment "How about we get some footage of you with one of the toys? Get a really good build-up, climax, we'll do a closeup of the aftermath, and then we're done. Sound good?"

Toys? Eddie forgot about the toys. He was so fucked. He probably shouldn't watch this, knowing that he could very well finish in his pants- but he didn't care. He was rooted to the spot. Too addicted to move. He was drunk on you and your sexy body and your perfect pussy. He needed this. He needed to see you come undone. He needed something to think about tonight as he jacked himself off so hard that he would probably chafe. He'd have to use lube. His own spit wouldn't cut it. There's no way that he could rub himself raw when he knew that he was going to be lucky enough to be in your mouth the next day. Sucked off by those pouty pink lips.

His own thoughts and the view of you naked on that bed, toying with yourself, was becoming overstimulating. It was like an outer-body experience to watch. Even though he didn't feel like he was in his own body, he knew that there was nothing he wanted more than to be inside of yours.

His eyes are glued to the scene as you daintily reach for the toy of your choice. A purple Jack Rabbit style vibrator. You click it on, watching as the toy came to life in your hands. Eddie couldn't help but think about how much bigger he was than that stupid toy. How he would be able to reach places inside of you that the vibrator couldn't even come close to reaching. Places that you probably didn't even know existed. You deserved to be fucked like a queen. Not by some inadequate toy. Even still, he watched as you pressed the tip of the toy to your clit- causing you to gasp loudly in reaction.

Fuck, Eddie thought as he watched you slide the tip of the toy past your clit and through your folds- marveling at the way that your body shivered in reaction. The way that your body responded to pleasure was oh so delicious. Eddie was eating it up like he was starving.

He watches as the toy collects a thick coating of your arousal, making it so wet that Eddie had to bite his lip to keep from moaning.

Fuck, you were so wet.

You slide the toy back up towards your clit, pressing the tip against it harshly as your eyes fluttered shut- causing you to buck your hips.

So fucking sensitive.

You swirl the toy against your clit as you breath catches, followed by a soft moan that escaped those pretty lips.

Fuck, baby, let me hear you.

As if you could hear his thoughts, you let out a needy whine. You needed more. It wasn't enough. Not even close.

Before he could process it, you had begun to insert the toy into your pussy- falling back onto the mattress underneath you as you started to thrust it inside. Flicking your wrist with a motion that had you whimpering desperately. The vibration inside of your cunt causing your walls to contract around the vibrator- making it a tight squeeze to continue thrusting.

Eddie's eyes were wide as he watched. The sounds of your moans, the faint buzzing of the vibrator, and the wet squelching sound of your pussy completely overtaking him. Fuck, this was hot. The most erotic thing he's ever fucking seen.

You continue fucking yourself with it, picking up the pace as you sit yourself up enough to watch you fuck yourself with it.

Shit, yes! Bet you like to watch yourself get fucked, don't you?

You mouth falls open as you watch how slickly coated the toy was as you pushed it in and out of your pussy. Eddie was jealous that it wasn't his dick covered in your arousal, making it so easy for him to slide in and out of your cunt at an ungodly pace. He wanted it so fucking bad that his knees were weak.

Without warning, you finally find that spot. That perfect spot deep within you that had you going crazy. Toes curling, gasping for air, moaning out like crazy as you squeezed your eyes shut. You were close.

Fuck, baby! Just like that! Fuck, fuck, fuck!

You pushed that pathetic little toy as deep as it could go, your mouth falling into a perfect little 'O' as you got closer and closer and closer.

Show me how you like it, baby. That's right. So fucking good!

Soon you couldn't control yourself, bucking your hips as you thrusted it in and out of hole as your moans became more loud and desperate.

Fuck, sweetheart, doing so good. You're almost there. Need to watch you cum.

You began to reach your peak, practically sobbing as you kept working for it.

C'mon, baby. Give it to me. Let me see it.

And as if on cue with his dirty thoughts, you cry out in pleasure. Finally peaking as your thighs began to shake, whimpering as you came all over that stupid toy- your orgasm hitting you like a tidal wave.

Fuck, yes! That's it! Fuck, you are so fucking hot! Jesus fucking Christ!

You rode out your orgasm, your chest rising and falling as you tried to catch your breath. It was so fucking hot. Eddie didn't know how he had gone this long in his career without fucking you. Without knowing you existed. A perfect little sex kitten that he wanted to play with. Hell, you alone were giving him second thoughts about retiring. Not before he could fuck you in every possible way imaginable. Fuck, he was so fucking into you that he could surely invent new ways to fuck you that had never even been thought of before. He'd have to create a whole new updated version of the Kama Sutra with you as his sole muse.

"That's a wrap! You did great!"

The director praises you as you slowly begin to sit up on the bed, hair wild with a blissed-out look on your face. Eddie had never seen someone look so beautiful post-orgasm.

A member of the production crew came over to you and handed you your silk robe. You stand up with shaky legs as they helped you put it on- making yourself modest after that fucking smoke-show that you had just given everybody. Eddie didn't know how no one else was crashing down like he was. He was leaking so much precum that he would probably need new pants. But it was worth it because you were...wow.

"See? I told you." Eddie whips his head over to catch his manager standing there next to him. Had he been there the whole time? Had Eddie been talking out loud? "What do you think, kid?"

Eddie's mouth was dry. He felt dehydrated from just watching. He felt like he needed to down a gallon of water after watching you get yourself off like a fucking professional. With an intensity that he's never fucking seen before.

"Is she still available?" Eddie croaks, his heart hammering in his chest. What if another guy had swooped in and booked the gig right under his nose while he was too busy ogling at you?

"I could give her manager a call and see if it's still open. I know they reached out to a few guys. That Chris Infamous guy being one of them. The jacked up one with the muscles. You know who I'm talking about."

Chris Infamous? Over his dead fucking body!

“Paul, go call her manager right now and tell them I’m in. Like, now.”

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The whole way home, he had been antsy. He had waited an hour after your shoot in his manager’s office as he called up your manager in an attempt to get in touch with them. There was no luck. Paul had missed them every single time- and Eddie made him leave a voicemail every…single…time. He couldn’t let this opportunity slip through his hands.

Eddie tried to busy himself with his previous plans that he had before leaving his loft earlier that day but he just couldn’t focus. The words in his Dungeons and Dragons player manual just blended together and his mind would wander off, causing him to read the same sentence over and over again.

He couldn’t keep his mind off of you. Your soft, supple body wrapped up in that pink lingerie. Those goddamn white stockings that you had kept on the entire shoot. The way your pussy glistened with your arousal underneath the production lights. Eddie was addicted- transfixed. He needed to do this scene with you.

He throws down his player’s manual, tossing his head back onto the couch. He stares up at the ceiling as he lets out a frustrated grunt. Waiting back for a response was torture. He just needed a yes or a no- hopefully a yes. God, he was hoping for a yes. But if the gig was taken, he wished he would know sooner rather than later in order to kill the anticipation.

He reaches onto the coffee table for his pack of cigarettes, pulling one out and placing it between his lips before lighting it. He took a couple of drags, the taste of nicotine barely doing anything to calm his nerves. He was so pent up. He had been ever since your scene. He was hot and bothered.

His mind drifts back to thoughts of you. Your perfect tits that would fit perfectly in his hands. Your perky nipples that he wanted to roll his tongue against, tasting them. But he mostly thought about your sex. What you would taste like. He imagined that you would be sweet- candy-coated beneath his tongue as he ate you up. Liquified sugar in the best way.

Eddie could feel his cock twitch beneath his pants as he fantasized- wanting to bury his head between your soft thighs as he worked his tongue against you so ferociously like it would be the last thing he’d ever do. He’d never wanted someone as bad as he wanted you- wishing that he could toy with your sensitive little button with the tip of his tongue. Teasing you until you begged for more.

Eddie began to unbutton his pants, feeling the ache in his cock that was dying to be satiated. He needed a release. His head was so full of you that he needed to do something to quell the heat that he felt in his groin. He needed to cum.

He pulls down his zipper, feeling a sense of relief as the pressure of the metal enclosure against his hard cock was finally removed. It was like releasing a long, pent-up sigh. He was painfully hard. Practically throbbing underneath his boxers as he slides his hand down past the fabric, gripping himself as he attempts to pull his dick out. He winces at the sensitivity he felt on his cock head.

When he pulls his dick free from his jeans, he looks down to find that his tip was nearly red, angry at the lack of attention that it was receiving. It had been a long time since Eddie had touched himself. He normally didn’t have to with the kind of work that he did. But this was different, he needed this. He needed relief.

He wraps his hand around his length, slowly moving it up and down the way that he liked but his member felt nearly hot to the touch. He was so worked up that it had made him ultra-sensitive to every little thing. Every stroke, every little flick of his wrist. He could feel everything with ten times more intensity than normal. And, god, he didn’t want this. He didn’t want to jack himself off to completion on his living room couch. No, he wanted to sink his desperately hard cock into the velvety soft walls of your incredible cunt.

A pearl of precum leaks out of his tip, slowly dripping down until he collects it with his finger-swiping it up to use as lubricant and he began to buck his hips into his hand. It shouldn’t be his hand. It should be you. He didn’t want to settle for anything that wasn’t you. But he’d have to until he hopefully got the real thing.

“Ah! F-fuck!” He gasps as he picks up a faster pace, wanting to reach his peak as quickly as possible. He was desperate for it. He was needy and fucked out by the images of you that kept playing out in his head.

You on the bed with your legs spread wide open for him, ready to take whatever it was that he was willing to give you like the good girl you would be. Like the good girl he just knew that you were. He stroked himself fast and hard as he thought about how he’d want you to take his cock. He wanted your legs slung over his shoulders as he pounded into you hard enough to have you sobbing. He wanted to wrap his hand around your throat and jerk you back onto his cock as he fucked you from behind. He wanted to fuck you like a whore. Like you were made for it.

“Fuck, baby…” Eddie whimpers, more precum oozing from his tip as he imagined that it was your hand instead of his. Stroking him with those soft little hands of yours as you stared him down with those gorgeous eyes. Marveling at just how crazy you could drive him- at just how badly he wanted you.

“Shit….just like that, sweetheart. Fuck.”

Eddie could feel himself getting close, his breathing picking up faster and faster until they became needy grunts- trying to chase his high.

“Shit, shit, holy fuck…”

He kept stroking and he wouldn’t stop until he got there. Not when all he could think about was just how hot you looked when you orgasm. When all he wanted was to fuck you so good that you had to beg him to stop. How he wanted to make you cum on his cock over and over again until you couldn’t take it anymore. He wanted to take you apart just to put you back together again.

Just when he was ramping up to his finish, a few seconds away from blowing his load into his hand, the phone rings- snatching him right out of his fantasies.

Fuck. No!

He growls in frustration, jumping off the couch as he stumbles towards the phone- barely stuffing his angry cock back into the confines of his jeans. A denim-clad prison.

“What?” He huffs as he picks up the phone, his breathing still heavy and ragged from touching himself.

“Eddie, listen, I got in touch with her management.”

“Fuck!” He sighs in relief, resting his back against the wall. “What’d they say?”

“They were pretty psyched that you wanted in, kid. Turns out you were first choice for them. Which is great because they were an inch away from giving the gig to Chris. Good thing I called when I did. Anyway, you got the gig. They’re excited. The girl’s excited.”

You were excited? Wait…You knew who he was?

“Wait, she knows who I am?” Eddie stammers, his heart beating wildly in his chest.

“Oh yeah.” Paul laughs “Apparently she’s a huge fan.”

“Fuuuck. No shit?” He asks, trying to fight the grin on his face. He felt on-top-of the-world fucking incredible.

“Have you ever known me to pull your leg, kid? She asked for you specifically. By name. Lucky you, playboy!”

Yeah, Eddie thought. No fucking kidding!

“She asked…for me?” He still couldn’t believe it. You were out-of-this-world gorgeous and you wanted him to be your first on-screen partner? Eddie hadn’t experienced an ego-boost this big since…well, ever.

“Yeah, kid. First on her list. She was worried we wouldn’t accept what her management was offering but I told her we’d make it work.”

Fuck, he would do it for free.

Wait…

“You spoke to her?” Eddie asks, jaw practically hitting the floor.

“Oh yeah,” Paul replied “She personally returned my calls. Wanted to thank us for accepting.”

“No fucking way.” Eddie swoons. It just kept getting better.

“She also wanted me to tell you that she hoped you were impressed at the shoot today. She said she was a little nervous when she saw you but hopefully you didn’t notice.”

You...naughty…little…minx. You had known that he was there the entire time? Fuck….

“Anyway, call time for tomorrow is eight a.m.” Paul adds “And Eddie?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t fucking be late.”

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The next morning, Eddie had woken up early.

Not because he had something to do or somewhere to be. No vastly important errands that he needed to run. Eddie had woken up early because his body couldn’t stand to stay dormant and asleep any longer. Because, for once in a long time, his reality was better than sleep. He had something to look forward to- you.

He had never felt this way before, never took his work too seriously- honestly, what was there to take seriously? He just showed up, fucked, picked up his check, and went home. He never put much thought into things. He just did them. But today was different. Today, he seemed to be putting too much thought into everything.

He agonized over whether or not to drink coffee, worried that the caffeine might make him come off hyper or on edge when he finally had the opportunity to speak to you. He debated foregoing breakfast, giving himself an excuse to invite you out to post-work brunch if things really took off between you two. This was the start of all of his worries. The closer it got to his call time, he got more and more in his own head.

He was suddenly hyper-aware of everything about himself. Anything that you could nit-pick when you finally met. Did you like tattooed guys? What if you didn’t? Would you think his tattoos were stupid? Did you prefer guys with short hair as opposed to long hair? What if he wasn’t your type at all in the slightest and none of this even really mattered? It only got worse by the minute.

Then he reminded himself that you knew him. You’ve seen his work. You were a fan. There was obviously something you must have liked if you chose him out of any other guy in the industry. You were so pretty that you could have requested anyone you wanted- and you chose him. Eddie desperately wanted to know why.

He prepped and primped himself in the bathroom like a teenage girl. He took extra care in the shower, scrubbing every inch of himself vigorously with the soap that smelled extra good.

He washed and conditioned his hair. Hell, he actually brushed it and applied product instead of just running his fingers through it and calling it good. He fucking styled it- putting it into a low bun with a hair tie that he found in his medicine cabinet. He knew just how much wearing his hair up drove women crazy- and he hoped that you weren’t any exception.

He paid extra attention to his downstairs area, making sure that he was perfectly trimmed and proper for you. The last thing he wanted was for you to get on your knees for him and be met with an unkempt jungle. He wanted things to be neat and tidy. He also hoped that landscaping the bush would make his dick appear prettier- something that you’d want to put in your mouth.

An hour before his call time, he was shaking like a leaf. He felt like he was in high school again, nervous and skittish around the female population of Hawkins High. Which was ironic considering what he does for a living these days. Over the years following graduation and leaving that hellhole, Eddie had begun to gain a sense of self-confidence. His demeanor changed.

He became sure of himself, finally believing that he was worth women’s attention. That he was far more attractive than he initially gave himself credit for- and the critical feedback on his work as a porn actor definitely proved that. If twenty year-old Eddie could see just how many women would flip their shit over him, he’d have probably dropped dead in disbelief. But none of those women mattered. None of the porn girls that he had previously filmed with mattered. Even the girls from Hawkins didn’t matter anymore. You mattered.

The whole drive to the studio was anxiety-inducing. Multiple people tried to cut him off on the freeway- gotta love L.A. traffic. Some douchebag in a fucking Corvette flipped him off because he forgot to use his blinker, which seemed to worsen Eddie’s mood as he just kept overthinking himself. How was he supposed to talk to you, let alone shoot a scene, when he couldn’t even drive straight?

When he finally pulled up to the studio and parked his van, Eddie was officially a wreck. He had no idea what to do with himself. You were probably already inside trying to pretty yourself up for your scene together. Eddie couldn’t help but wonder what you would wear- hell, why did he even care if you wore anything at all?

He wondered if you were just as nervous as he was. Granted, you had an excuse. This would be your first scene with a partner, meanwhile, this wasn’t anywhere close to Eddie’s first rodeo. Yet, he felt like a virgin on prom night.

He enters the studio, trying to act normal as the front desk girls greet him. Even the choruses of “Hi Eddie…” in their seductive voices weren’t enough to get him out of his own head. He just gave a small wave and a slight tinge of a smile on his lips. Normally he would’ve leaned up against the receptionist desk and flirted- given them just a scrap of his attention. But not today. Not when he felt like he was going to be sick.

He drifted all the way back to Paul’s office, casually knocking on the door a couple of times before letting himself in. His manager looks up from his desk, suddenly adopting a confused look on his face once he laid eyes on Eddie.

“What in the hell are you doing here?” Paul asks, tilting his head in confusion.

The comment takes Eddie aback, immediately causing his stomach to drop. Was he missing something? He was supposed to be here…right? Then he felt the dread seep in.

Fuck. The shoot’s cancelled. No way. There is no…fucking…way.

“I…uh…I’m confused.” Eddie replies slowly, shaking his head as he tries to keep it together. This could not be happening.

“Aren’t we shooting today? I came before call time. Did they fucking cancel?” He panics, running his ring-clad fingers through his hair in agony. Fuck!

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down.” Paul says “Nobody cancelled. Shoot’s still on.”

“But…I thought…you said you were surprised that I’m here.” Eddie tries to reason.

“Yeah,” Paul nods, looking at Eddie as if he were nuts “I’m surprised that you’re here before call time. I’ve managed you for the past three years and I can barely remember a time when you’ve ever shown up on time. Let alone early.”

“Oh.” Eddie replies, dumbfounded.

Well, at least the shoot is still on.

“Are you wearing cologne?” Paul asks, looking Eddie up and down as he stood awkwardly in front of his desk.

“Oh.” Eddie breathes “Yeah.”

That has Paul even more confused. Eddie always smelled nice but it was always just his natural scent- laundry detergent, a woodsy musk from the deodorant he wore, and a hint of cigarette smoke. Eddie never deliberately put on cologne unless he was trying to impress someone- and Paul knew this.

“Alright, well…” Paul starts, not knowing what to say to make things less awkward than it already was “Your leading lady is here. Dressing room A.”

“She’s here already?” Eddie gapes, taken by surprise. He thought he had more time to prepare. For what? He didn’t know.

“Yeah, kid. Unlike you, the leading lady happens to know a thing or two about punctuality. Speaking of which, why don’t you go see how she’s doing? Bet she’s sweating like a sinner in church. First time on-camera partner and all that.”

“Do you think she’s nervous?” Eddie asks, out of concern but mostly to gauge if you could be nervous because of him.

“No idea, kid, but it would be nice for you to have a conversation with each other. You know, before you stick your dick in her mouth.” Paul suggests.

To which, he had a great point. Eddie probably should go and say hi. Hopefully he can pull himself together enough to be charming and personable for you. Or, if anything, at least make you feel a bit more comfortable with him before he went down on you in front of a whole camera crew. This could either go very well for him or become a complete disaster.

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Eddie stood outside of your dressing room door, his body so tense that he felt like stone. On the other side of this door was you- the girl of his wet dreams that he somehow, begrudgingly, didn’t know existed until yesterday. To say that he was nervous would be an understatement. Eddie’s stomach felt like it was tied in knots and the last thing he wanted was for you to see that he was nervous. No, he had to play it cool- confident and sure of himself. He could do this. Even if it was all a facade.

He begins to knock, so nervous that he could practically break into a sweat over it. He was definitely glad that he decided to wear cologne today but then Eddie began to worry that maybe the cologne would make it seem like he was trying too hard. He was worried that you could sense it and that it would turn you off. Turning you off was the absolute last thing he wanted to do.

He could hear shuffling from behind the door, the sound growing closer before the handle turned and the door swung open- revealing you. All dolled up with completed hair and makeup. Wearing that short little silk robe. As soon as you saw him, your face broke into a smile.

Okay, Eddie thought, that’s a good sign.

“Hey,” he smiles, trying to be smooth but it was so fucking hard when you looked at him with those eyes “I’m Eddie. I’m…uh…I’m your scene partner for today.”

Not that he had to introduce himself. You knew exactly who he was. You had gotten off to his scenes more times than you could count.

“Right, of course!” You exclaim, extending out your hand in greeting as you introduced yourself to him. Eddie raised his eyebrows when he noticed that you hadn’t given him your porn name. No, you had given him your real name.

“Well, it’s nice to finally meet you….properly.” Eddie jokes, causing you to laugh. God, he loved the way your lips curled into a smile- how your eyes lit up. You were so damn pretty.

“Me too.” you nod, looking at him for a beat too long to be accidental. With a cheeky little glint in your eyes as you casually looked him up and down.

Oh, Eddie thought, so we’re flirting now?

“You mind if I come in? Or are you going to make me hang out in the hallway?” Eddie teases “Which I wouldn’t mind. As long as you keep looking at me like that.”

Your heart flutters in your chest “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to stare.” You bite your lip nervously- and, boy, does Eddie notice.

“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart.” He smirks “So, you gonna let me in or?”

“Right!” You shake your head “Come in.”

You step aside, letting him walk through the door before closing it for privacy. Not that you expected anything to happen. Not off-camera, at least.

Eddie walks over and sinks down onto the small loveseat that was against the wall in the dressing room. He sits seductively, legs spread apart as he leans back on the sofa like he owned it. Honestly, he was so charming that he could tell you that he did, indeed, own it and you’d believe him. You, on the other hand, sank down into the hair and makeup chair across from him.

“So, I…uh….I should probably say thank you for accepting. My management probably already told you but it’s my first time doing a scene with someone else. I normally do solo work.”

“So I’ve seen.” Eddie replies, a cocky smirk on his lips. He wanted you to know that he had seen you in action. Not that he needed to tell you. No, he just wanted to remind you of the fact.

“So, my manager might have told me that you had requested me specifically…..by name.”

As soon as the words left his lips, your face began to heat up in embarrassment. “He told you that?”

“Mhm.” Eddie hums, his eyes devouring you.

“Oh.”

“Don’t worry,” Eddie smiles slyly “I was pretty flattered, actually. Not gonna lie, it kinda gave me a big head.”

And, to tell you the truth, I wanna show you my big head, Eddie wanted to say.

But he didn’t want to come off crude and overtly sexual during your first meeting.

“Really?” You mumble bashfully, trying to look anywhere but at Eddie but it was so hard when he was so fucking hot.

“Yeah.” He confirms “Especially coming from a girl like you. So, tell me, sweetheart….why me?”

The sound of his deep, sexy voice calling you sweetheart was enough to make you light-headed. Lord have mercy….

“Well,” you sigh “My management really started to float the idea of me doing stuff with a co-star. They thought it might push my career a bit more and give me more opportunities. To be honest, I wanted to do it but I didn’t want to do it with just anyone. So, I told them that I would only agree to do it as long as I could pitch at least one guy that I thought I could feel…comfortable with.”

You thought you could feel comfortable with him. You had chosen him because there was something about him that you felt was different than all of the other porn guys. You were far too shy to admit it but Eddie was your favorite male pornstar. You didn’t know what it was about him but he just felt safe. Like you wouldn’t be completely in your head if you were to work with him.

You had seen so much of his stuff that you had witnessed exactly how he treated other girls-putting their pleasure first so much so that he made sure to at least get them off twice before he finished, himself. It wasn’t just that but how soft he seemed with them. Like every one of them and how they felt was important. For your first time, you didn’t want to feel like a piece of meat. You wanted to feel cared for. You were certain that Eddie Munson would be the perfect guy to pop your first-time cherry with. He didn’t want to settle for anything else.

“I make you feel comfortable?” He asks, looking at you in a way that had you on the brink of melting into your seat. However, truth be told, it was Eddie who was trying not to lose his shit. You felt comfortable with him. You had chosen him because there was something different about him than the others. You felt something.

“That’s, uh, really flattering.” Eddie clears his throat, trying to stifle the very turned-on moan that he felt coming. "Can I maybe ask why you feel comfortable with me? Y'know, so I can lean into it while we're shooting the scene?"

And so I can use it as spank bank material tonight…

“Well, I don't really know what it is exactly.” You begin, wringing your hands nervously in your lap “I guess it’s the vibe you give off. I’ve seen your stuff and I just….there’s something about how you treat the other girls that makes me feel like I’d be safe. Cared for, I guess.”

“Okay, yeah." He nods.

Keep it together, Eddie. Jesus Christ...

“I want to make sure you feel cared for. It's important to me. Especially it being your first time. I'm really flattered."

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah, of course. How could I not be?' Eddie admits “You're, like, super gorgeous....and you picked me, for some reason."

He says it as if he's not one of the most sought after guys in the industry. Like he was nobody. Like he couldn't have a harem of girls hanging all over him if he wanted to.

“I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’m looking forward to it. Making you feel cared for...and safe."

"Thanks, Eddie." You reply bashfully "That means a lot to me."

"Um....so....since we're being truthful and shit...can I admit something?" He asks, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

"Yeah." You agree "Absolutely. Safe space and all." You smile and, god, it makes Eddie's dick so hard.

"I...uh...I've kinda got a little crush on you." He blurts out before he can back out of saying it.

"Oh." You breathe, your eyes widening in surprise "You have a crush...on me?"

Eddie fucking Munson just admitted that he had a crush on you.

"...Yeah." He winces "I've kinda been down bad for you since yesterday."

"Really?" You repeat "Me?"

"Why do you keep saying it like it's hard to believe or something?" Eddie laughs.

"I mean....because it is. You're...you know..."

"I'm what?" He pushes, wanting to hear you say it.

"You're Eddie 'The Munch' Munson, for god's sake."

"Jesus fucking Christ," Eddie laughs "That’s a new one."

"I mean...it's not not factual." You argue "When you...you know...eat pussy like that....you could have basically any girl that you want."

"Hm." Eddie hums, as if he were doubting it.

"Oh please," You tease "Don't act all modest. You know you're gifted."

"Oh, I am, am I?" He flirts, a cheeky smirk spreading across his lips.

"As if you don't know." You scoff, trying to avoid his gaze. But how could you when he was so hot?

"Well, sweetheart, that's really flattering coming from you." He compliments "At least I know that I have a pretty good chance of pleasing you later."

The comment went straight to your core, causing you to shift in the hair and makeup chair as you clamp your thighs together. You tried to be inconspicuous about the fact that him and his words had such a strong effect on you, but Eddie's eyes shift to your long, sexy legs as you crossed them in your seat. His lips curl into another smirk. He was loving this.

"Don't look at me like that." You practically whisper, your face heating up bashfully.

"Like what?" Eddie teases, that fucking shit-eating-grin still plastered on his face.

"I don't know. Like-"

"Like I wanna eat you?" Eddie interjects, raising an eyebrow at you seductively.

Cocky asshole....

"What if I do wanna eat you, sweetheart?" He asks, leaning forward as he rests his elbows on his knees, staring you down.

"I-"

"'Cause I do. As a matter of fact, since this is a safe space and all, I'm going to tell you that I wanna eat you so fucking bad. Real bad."

You were so fucking wet. Holy fucking shit.

"And if I'm being real honest, baby, I wanna eat you so good that I make you cry. But I get the feeling that you just might like that."

"Eddie..."

"But only if you want me to." He adds "I don't wanna misinterpret anything."

He couldn't misinterpret anything if he fucking tried. How you felt about him was so fucking obvious.

"Anyway," He says, quickly standing from his seat on the sofa. “I should probably go freshen up for you. Y'know, seeing as I'm about to get really lucky in the next..." He checks his watch "Thirty minutes."

He looks up from his watch, his big brown eyes falling upon you- drinking you in.

"See you out there, Princess."

────────

You were so fucking nervous. You stood off-set, watching as production set up lighting- making sure there was the right amount of brightness on the scene stage. The set was a small brick-walled room with an expensive looking black leather sofa in the middle. White shag rug underneath it and some vibrantly green foliage plants in the background.

It was reminiscent of those “casting couch” scenes that porn companies liked to shoot- but this one was classy. Not cheap and sleazy. Like it was the middle of someone’s living room- a glimpse into a private passionate moment between a couple and not just two strangers fucking. Eddie Munson was going to eat you out on that couch. The thought of it made you somehow even wetter than you already were.

Just as you were allowing yourself to get lost in the fantasy, you feel a large hand on your waist- causing you to look over to find Eddie standing next to you. Staring at you with softness in his eyes.

“Doing okay?” He asks, searching your face for any indication that you weren’t, indeed, doing okay.

“I’m okay.” You breathe shakily “Just a little nervous.”

“Don’t be.” Eddie whispers, leaning into you so intimately that only you could hear “There’s nothing to be nervous about. It’s just me. You’re safe with me, okay?”

And somehow those five little words felt like they’ve lifted so much weight off of your shoulders. He was right. It was just him. You could trust him.

“Okay.” You whisper, looking into his warm, brown eyes. Everything was going to be okay.

“How about this…” he starts, beginning to think “If things become too much or you need to stop, I want you to tap my arm twice. I’ll get them to cut and we’ll take a break.”

“Won’t they get mad?” You ask, your voice tiny and uncertain.

“It doesn’t matter.” He states “What matters is that you’re comfortable. This is about you, sweetheart. Without you, there’s no scene. You have the upper-hand. You are in control here. Nothing happens here that you don’t want to happen. Understand?”

“Yeah.” You nod “Okay.”

“You trust me?”

“I trust you, Eddie.”

“Good.” He nods “Because there’s nothing to worry about. If things start to get overwhelming with everyone watching just close your eyes and just focus on feeling, okay? That’s my job. To make you feel good.”

You didn’t think it was possible to be even wetter than you had been before but Eddie being sweet on you had practically opened up a floodgate inside of you. If it weren’t for the scene, you’d throw yourself at him right there.

“Well, hopefully I’m able to return the favor.” You say “I’ve never done that before…on camera.”

You were alluding to giving him a blowjob. It’s not like you haven’t given blowjobs to ex-boyfriends and casual hookups before. But this was different. You would be sucking off Eddie Munson- a man that’s probably received far too many blowjobs to count. He’s probably experienced some mind-blowing shit and there’s no way that you’d ever be able to compare to what other porn girls have been able to do to him with their mouths. You were embarrassed to even try.

“Sweetheart, I’m sure you’ll do just fine, trust me. I’m not picky.” He laughs “Blowjobs are like pizza. Even when it’s not the best pizza, it’s still good because it’s pizza. Not that I expect you to be bad or anything.”

“…I don’t know if that’s supposed to be encouraging or not.” You reply, starting to retreat back into your own head.

“Sweetheart, what I’m trying to say is that it’s going to be fine. Don’t think too much about it.”

“But how could I not think about it when-“

You were cut off by Eddie grabbing for your hand, squeezing it affectionately as he looked into your eyes.

“I thought said you trusted me.” He points out, raising an eyebrow at you.

“I do.” You reply hastily “I just-“

“Like I said, focus on feeling. When we get to that part, I just want you to focus on what feels right. Things will be fine. Honestly, there’s also nothing sexier than a girl that’s into it, y’know?” Eddie explains “You don’t have to be the best at something. It doesn’t matter. What matters is that you enjoy doing it and I want you to enjoy yourself. ‘Kay?”

“Okay.” You nod, letting his words sink in.

“Also, sweetheart, with lips like those, I’m sure you suck cock like a champ but I guess I’ll just have to wait to find out.”

Your heart skips a beat at his dirty confession and you almost think about smacking his arm before one of the production managers approaches you.

“You’re on in five.” They say “Start stripping down and we’ll get you on set.”

You felt your blood run cold.

“Hey,” Eddie whispers, voice low as he strokes your back with one of his large hands “If it gets to be too much just look at me, okay? I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be here the entire time.”

You take a deep breath before nodding. Eddie gives your hand another squeeze before letting you walk to take your place on set. He had successfully gotten you out of your head even just a little bit. Now Eddie just had to get himself out of his own head about cumming too soon.

────────

Eddie stands back near the camera as the director calls action. He had been watching you like a hawk, eyes peeled for any sort of sense that you were beginning to panic. He stared as you dropped your robe, handing it off before gingerly taking a seat onto the black leather sofa.

“Alright, start off slow like you normally do. Take as much time as you need. Start off with slowly taking the panties off. We’ll do some light touching, maybe some fingering. Get yourself nice and ready then Eddie’s gonna come in and take care of you.”

Hearing those words immediately felt soothing to you.

You look over towards the camera and lock eyes with Eddie. He was right there like he told you he would be. He winks at you, setting off a flurry of butterflies in your stomach.

You began to follow directions, waiting for the director to give you the okay before you started. Then you began to do what felt right. Just like you were doing a solo masturbation scene. You began to touch and caress your body, getting yourself worked up as you got into the scene.

You began with your breasts, reaching your hands up as you began to knead them through the red lacy bra that you had chosen for this scene- something that made you feel sexy and confident. In your head you began to repeat it like a mantra.

You were sexy and confident.

You are sexy.

You are confident.

You could do this.

You push your tits together, thumbs rubbing over your nipples through the lace bra and you gasped at the feeling. You shut your eyes, allowing yourself to be in the moment and just feel. Just like Eddie had told you.

Eddie, on the other side of the set, was watching. His eyes were hyper-fixated on every little thing. The way your soft hands roamed your supple body and you tossed your head back in pleasure as you teased yourself. He was too far away but he was sure that you were letting out the tiniest little moans as you touched and squeezed and felt your sexy body with gentle hands.

Eddie had been halfway hard all morning but now his cock was starting to respond to every little thing you did. Every pinch, every grasp, every flick of your fingers against your tits. He could’ve sworn that it was starting to get hot in there and your bra wasn’t even off yet.

“Okay, honey, start to naturally drift down more. Get to the panties and take them off. We want it nice and slow, alright? Tease the camera.”

Tease the camera? Eddie definitely won’t be lasting long enough for the planned cum shot if you kept going on like that. But he didn’t dare say it out loud. He didn’t want to immediately gain a reputation for finishing fast even when he had so much pornographic proof out there that he wasn’t a fast shooter. You were the first girl in the industry that made him worry that he was going to finish in his pants as soon as he got a taste of you.

Nevertheless, your hands began to drag down, lower and lower until they reached the waistband of your panties. Red lace just like the bra. You didn’t even have to feel yourself to know that you were ready to go. You knew as soon as you had locked your eyes on Eddie from where he stood off-set that you were going to be drenched. But your right hand still delved into your panties, swiping at your folds as you felt just how wet you were.

Eddie watched, heart pounding as he stared at your hand down your little red panties-playing with your sopping wet core until you slowly removed your fingers. Drawing them out to reveal a thin coating of your arousal. Eddie’s breath hitched as your eyes bore into him. You were staring at him. Your gaze was locked in on him. All of this was for him.

You bring your slick fingers to your mouth, maintaining eye contact as you popped them into your mouth, sucking them nice and clean.

Fuck, you dirty girl….

Eddie’s dick begins to strain against his jeans at the action. God, was he ready to find out what you tasted like. He couldn’t take the teasing and direct eye-contact for much longer. He was so fucking ready for you.

Meeting the expectations of the director, you slip your thumbs into the waistband of your panties, seductively shimmying your hips as you pulled them down tantalizingly slow- agonizingly slow. Eddie watches with greedy eyes.

You laid back onto the sofa, panties wrapped around your thighs as you begin to lift your legs up, pulling the wet lacy fabric the rest of the way down your legs that were lifted slightly into the air- giving the camera a nice view of your pussy. Thighs pressed together in a way that had Eddie staring hungrily. He wanted so badly to sink down to his knees and hold those legs up like that as he ate you. The sight was mesmerizing.

After the lacy panties were off, you flung them across the set- right in Eddie's direction and he swore he saw a cute little smirk on your face when you did it. God, you were so naughty- and he was going to teach you a lesson.

"Okay, honey, now lay back on the couch. Spread your legs. Great! Perfect! Can we get some finger action in there?"

Eddie realizes just how well you follow directions as your body melts into the back of the couch, bringing your legs up onto it as you open them for the camera- spreading them open for everyone to see and, god, it was a fucking sight that was so fucking unholy. Yet, Eddie couldn't look away. Not when you were bare and spread out in front of him for his eyes to feast upon. That gorgeous body, those lace-clad tits, that glistening wet pussy. You were going to fucking kill him.

Just when he thought it couldn't get any hotter, you looked off near the camera- eyes trained on his as you used your fingers to spread yourself open for him. He could have passed out right there.

Fuck, he was really gonna give it to you.

He was going to devour every fucking inch of that tight little pussy until you were screaming. Fuck the cameras, fuck the scene, fuck everyone who was watching. They didn't matter. All that mattered was what he wanted to fucking do to you.

Your fingers began to tease your hole as you glided them up and down your slit. You were so fucking wet that it was making Eddie weak in the knees. Your sopping wet pussy was none other than a holy altar in which he wanted to bow down and worship. Eddie wasn't religious but you were a fucking goddess that he would devote his entire fucking life praying to if you let him.

You began to play with yourself, using your fingers to rub your needy little clit in slow circles. You threw your head back against the back of the sofa as you close your eyes. Focusing on feeling. Making yourself feel good. Getting yourself nice and wet for Eddie.

Eddie.

Eddie fucking Munson with his huge fucking cock and his soft-looking lips and those big brown eyes. How he made you feel. So cared for, so safe. Your fingers begin to work your clit a bit rougher. You had seen him on screen so many times fucking so many girls and now it was finally going to be you. His head between your thighs. His tongue in your folds. Sucking on your clit. It was getting you so fucking worked up.

You insert two fingers into your pussy as you begin to fuck them into yourself. You let your mind take over, moans tumbling from your lips as you try to fuck yourself with your fingers as deep as you can- wanting to hit that spot within yourself that had you curling your toes.

You shove them as deep as you go, trying to reach it but you just couldn’t. It felt like something was missing. But you kept trying. It felt good, of course it did, but you couldn’t help but feel like something was off. Like you were struggling. Now you were beginning to wonder if closing your eyes and thinking about Eddie was what did you in.

You had no issues in the past with using your fingers on yourself to get the relief you needed but now they just felt inadequate. As if they suddenly weren’t enough. It was so odd. Was Eddie jinxing you? Were you maybe more nervous than you originally thought? Were you-

“Alright, honey, how are we doing?” The director asks, bellowing out to you from behind the camera. “You look good, babe. Gorgeous. We’re going to add Eddie in. Are you ready?”

You look over at Eddie as he begins to strip off his shirt, his brown curls still tied back in a low bun. As he removes his t-shirt, you can’t help but stare- zoning in on his sexy, toned body. He was so fucking hot. Just when you thought you couldn’t be more turned on by him, he looks up at you- making sure that you were okay. That you were comfortable.

You both lock eyes, staring at each other with so much sexual tension that the whole room could probably feel it. You wanted Eddie Munson so bad- his body, his mouth, this hands touching all over you. You wanted him so bad that your body felt hot to the touch. He had been your industry crush for so long and now you were going to have his mouth on you- tasting you.

You give the director the okay, still spread out on the couch. As Eddie prepares to join you on-set, he can’t help the way that his eyes wander over your beautiful body. Your perky tits, your long legs, your pretty face, your sexy curves- but, most of all, your glistening wet sex. You were practically dripping with arousal as he shamelessly stared at you- the most gorgeous angel he’s ever laid eyes on. He hadn’t even gotten his mouth on you yet and he knew that he was in for trouble.

“Alright, you’re on.” The director nods towards him, giving Eddie his cue. It was the moment that he had been thinking about for hours.

His hardened cock was surely very noticeable beneath his black jeans. He could’ve sworn that there was so much blood rushing to his dick that he would pass out from the sheer lack of it being anywhere else in his body- and it was only getting worse with the way that you were looking at him. As if he were the most delectable man on the planet. Which, you would have to admit, was pretty accurate.

Your eyes stay glued to him and the pure fucking sex god that he is as he crosses onto the set, introducing himself to the scene. You loved the way that the black denim of his jeans hugged his waist. You loved the silver chain that dangled against his right hip as he strode over to you. You loved the soft tufts of dark hair that made up the happy trail leading down into the waistband of his pants. Eddie Munson was a fucking dream. He was a king- and you wanted to be his queen.

“Hey, you.” He whispers, eyes on you as he sinks down onto his knees in front of you “Doing okay? Not nervous?”

He was checking on you. Fuck, there was no way this man could be any hotter.

“I’m okay.” You whisper back “Just a little overwhelmed.”

The way that Eddie looked at you with those chocolate brown eyes made you want to melt.

“Yeah?” He asks, voice still low enough for only you to hear- sharing this intimate moment with you only.

“Just a little.” You answer. You were trying not to focus on your nerves but you could feel the space that they occupied in your body.

“Everything’s gonna be okay, sweetheart. Just close your eyes and relax. I’m here to take care of you.” He says, his eyes warm “Remember what I said? If it gets to be too much just focus on me. Just forget that anyone’s even here. Okay?”

“Okay.” You whisper back, staring at him as you nod.

“Good.” He says “Now, how can I help you get comfortable? What do you need? Hm?”

God, he was making you so wet…

“….I….I, uh, can you use-“ You immediately felt embarrassed, your face flushes as you try to look away from him.

“Hey, hey, hey…” He tsks “Eyes on me. Look at me, angel.” He reaches for you, taking your chin in-between his thumb and forefinger- guiding you to look at him. “Tell me what you want. It’s just you and me here. It’s just us. Okay?”

“Okay.” You bite your lip, nodding along.

“Say it.” He demands, maintaining eye contact “I want to hear you say it. Need to know that you’re with me. That it’s just me and you in this room right now. Nobody else. Just us, okay? Tell me.”

“I….It’s just us.” You breathe, your body feeling as if it were on fire from the intimacy “You and me. No one else.”

“That’s right, sweetheart. Just you and me. Now, tell me, what….do you….need?”

What did you need?

“You, Eddie. I need you.” You gasp lightly, causing his lips to form into a smirk.

“What do you need me to do?” He asks “Gotta use your words or I won’t be able to understand.”

“I want….I need you to kiss me. Please?”

Eddie lets of a short, low growl from the back of his throat as his hands fly to your waist, grasping tightly as he jerked you towards him- wanting you closer.

“C’mere, baby.” He rasps, straightening his body to become level with yours before he uses one of his large hands to grab the back of your neck- pulling you into a rough, hungry kiss that was so intense that it could have knocked the air out of you.

And Eddie fucking Munson was an amazing kisser.

The way that his lips slotted and molded against yours. The way that his mouth moved against yours as he nipped and licked and sucked at your bottom lip. The way that he slid his tongue into your mouth as if you belonged to him- causing you to want him to make you his.

You moaned into his mouth as his tongue fought for dominance against yours, taking your breath away with how desperate he was to kiss you harder and more passionately than he already was- if that were even possible.

How hands were all over. Grabbing your waist, his fingertips trailing up and down your back in delicate touches. The way that his thumb slipped underneath the clasp of your bra. He pulled his thumb back to stretch out the band then released it to let it snap back against your soft skin- earning him a surprised gasp.

He removes his lips from yours, beginning to pepper light kisses along your jawline before trailing his lips down your neck. You tilt your head back, giving him more access as he kisses down the column of your throat and then back up- working his way over until he began nibbling on your ear. You thought you were dreaming when he whispered in your ear.

“Can I take your tits out?”

You probably seemed needy and desperate as you fervently nodded your approval. You worried that you probably looked pathetic but, to Eddie, there was nothing hotter than seeing how worked up you were getting.

“P-please.” You mutter, voice coming out breathy and shaky.

“Mmm…good girl. Wanna look at those pretty tits when I fuck you with my fingers.”

You let out a startled squeak at his filthy works, causing him to grin.

“Fuck, sweetheart, does that turn you on? Listening to me tell you that I wanna put my fingers in you? Hm? That I wanna stuff you full?”

“Fuck, Eddie…” You moan.

“God, sweetheart, you’re already moaning my name and I haven’t even touched you yet. So needy for me. I fucking love it.”

He reaches both hands around to your bra clasp, expertly popping it open and removing it as if it were the easiest thing on earth. To him, it probably was. He’s probably taken off so many girl’s bras that he could do it with his eyes closed.

He pulled the bra off, taking it in his large hand before flinging it somewhere on the set. Not that it mattered. As hot as it was, it was getting in the way of what he really wanted. Your tits in his mouth.

“Mmm fuck, baby.” He groans, staring lovingly at your gorgeous chest- your hardened nipples. “You are so goddamn pretty, angel. So beautiful. Can I put my mouth on them?”

“Please.” You moan, arching your back in order to bring your tits closer to his face. Eddie chuckles at your eagerness.

“Shit, sweetheart.” He laughs “You want me to put them in my mouth? Yeah? These sweet fucking titties….”

He keeps one hand on your waist while the other snakes up to your chest, grabbing a handful of your boob as he squeezes it in his hand.

“So fucking soft, honey. So warm…..so perfect.” He teases, voice low and seductive. “Perfect little tits. Want me to put them in my face? Suck on your perky little nipples? Fuck, they’re so hard for me.”

You don’t know what came over you but you instinctively grasp at Eddie’s hand that was left grabbing your waist as you draw it up and onto your other breast, wanting him to have two handfuls of you.

“Look at you, sweet girl. You want both my hands paying attention to your tits? So bossy.” He tsks “Could’ve just asked. But that’s okay. I’m gonna give you what you want. But you’re gonna have to do something for me too.”

You look at him with curiosity in your eyes. You had no idea what he was going to ask you. Truth be told, it made you a little nervous.

“Since both my hands are full, sweetness, I’m gonna need you to use yours to play with your pussy for me. Think you can do that for me? Hm?”

Fuck

You stare at him as he surveys your body, now fully nude in front of him. God, you were a beautiful sight.

“Okay.” You squeak out, nodding your head.

“Atta girl.” He whispers “That’s my good girl. Now start rubbing your clit.”

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To Be Continued…

A/N: Hope you enjoyed part one. Sorry that I cut it short, I didn’t want to make the fic too long and I also wanted to get it out before I left for vacation next week. I feel like I’ve already held this back from you all long enough. Please excuse any spelling errors. I’ll go back and edit later

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