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Outerbanks

JJ Maybank

full length fics+series

His To Keep by @pankowperfection (18+)

smut, kinda dark JJ, oral (f receiving), branding

i first read this fic almost three months ago and i still think about it all the time (i have the link in my notes app im not kidding), this author is so talented go read all their fics tbh they kill it everytime, i go to their account and reread everything all the time

summer lovin’ by @murdockcastleslut (18+ blog)

ongoing series, kook!jj, pogue!reader, if jj was raised by larissa, rafe and reader have some history

look… i will eat up every kook!jj fic that is thrown my way. the way the author writes jj and the interactions between him and reader😩, the plot is so intriguing and im always so excited for every new chapter. ALSO reader is SO jj’s girl like he is so down bad, expect cute petnames (HE CALLS HER PRINCESS ICANYSIAKSKSOSIJWIDISJSKS and then he pulled out a “my darling angel” once and im pretty sure i passed out). honestly go read all of her works bc holy shit every single one of them is fantastic.

teach me please by @mrsriddlenott (18+)

smut, bsf!jj, innocent!reader, oral (m&f receiving), reader overhears someone talking badly ab them (indirect bullying), use of good girl🤭

this is another one i’ve had in my notes app since it was posted, since then the author has written a part two and both parts are so incredibly written. their dynamic and the way you can TELL they’ve been wanting each other for so long is EVERYTHING

love on the island by @papercranesandinkstains

ongoing series, love island!au

if you follow me and pay attention to my reposts you knew this was coming… i have said it once and will say it again this is my favourite SMAU (tied with rhythm&revelry) i’ve ever read and it’s not even finished yet. the amount of time and effort put into this fic truly pays off because WOW. the graphics are beautiful. interactive polls. BANTER. jj is fumbling over himself he is so into reader😭enough said go read it.

Rhythm & Revelry by @darlingchronicles

ongoing series, university au, SMAU

the creativity is simply insane, i can’t even imagine how long it takes the author to do these chapters because she’s truly created a whole world to the point where sometimes i forget it’s not actually an app and is actually a fanfic. the relationships between characters is so beautifully developed and it’s not all romance. you get really amazing insights into the friendships between the reader (nicknamed blue) and sarah, cleo and pope. honestly i can’t even explain in words how much i love this fic. definitely a comfort fic (and i LOVE making up theories in my head as to what happened in the past iykyk). this is a long one so great for passing time (or if you’re me, ignoring your responsibilities and binging the whole thing bc you’re simply too hooked)

Kildare University by @papercranesandinkstains

completed series, two different endings (JJ or Rafe endgame depending on your preference), university au, jj plays football, reader is in band, rafe is readers ex, SMAU

ok i couldn’t just put ONE of her fanfics on here let’s be real everything this author writes turns to gold. immaculate build up, amazing chemistry, the way you can choose who reader ends up with is everything to me bc i might’ve curled up in a ball and died if i didn’t see a jj endgame. BUT everyone can be happy (ADDITIONALLY if you’re a jj AND rafe person you get double chapters sooooo what’s not to love)

narcotic by @thebestjjenthusiast

completed series, SMAU, bsf!jj

you can tell the author has an elite sense of humor bc they have me cackling at 3am. also JJ is DOWN BAD for reader it’s so funny, like expect CONSTANT flirting… this man is practically begging reader to get with him and reader is OBLIVIOUS😭, the flirting has me blushing so hard i have to pause reading sometimes just to giggle into my pillow AND the ending is perfect

summer was my first love by @vampiriito (18+) pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5 pt.6

ongoing series, shy! reader, reader has social anxiety, READER WEARS GLASSES (glasses girls rise), reader has secretly had a crush on jj for like ever but he’s always been “out of her reach”… or so she thought

the build-up. readers characterization and the depiction of her social anxiety are everything to me. jj is so soft for her and he doesn’t even fully know it or understand why at first. i’ve cried multiple times reading this series AND NOT EVEN BC ITS SAD just because i feel so seen and represented. this author genuinely writes so well i cannot wait for the next part🥹

Biker!JJ Oneshot by @highpope

biker!jj, motorbike stunt

this had me blushing and giggling i’m not kidding. jj is so soft with reader and reassures her when she gets scared. when he called her pretty girl i think i passed out. the flirting in this makes me flustered no matter how many times i read it😭

First Date Oneshot by @jjsloverre

bsf!jj, sweetheart!reader, fluff, mentions of sex but no smut

the dynamic between bsf!jj and sweetheart!reader is one of my favourites. they are honestly everything to me. he’s so sweet and caring towards her (but expect innuendos and cursing bc it’s jj we all know he can’t help it). additionally you have to check out their other bsf!jj and sweetheart!reader fics too!!!

Gossip Girl by @maybejj (18+)

ongoing series, SMAU, pay attention to the trigger warnings at the beginning of each chapter

DRAMAAAAAAAAAA. the plot will grasp your attention and not let go and next thing you know it’s 5am and you have class in 3 hours (not at all speaking from experience that’d be crazyyyy id never do that…🥲). JJ LOVES reader and would probably kill for them. readers friendship with kie, sarah and cleo is EVERYTHING, they are truly readers ride or dies.

secret admirer by @voidangxls

part two

kook!reader, pure fluff, jj is DOWN BAD, part of a valentines special

hands down THE CUTEST thing i’ve ever read on this app. jj gets teased by the pogues for not being able to talk to reader😭 the dual pov makes it so interesting bc you can see how in love jj is and wonder how the hell reader hasn’t noticed him staring them down 24/7😭😭 will be rereading everyday.

-blurbs/drabbles/texts (not gonna make notes on these ones but know i have every single one in my notes app and reread them CONSTANTLY, these authors are so incredibly talented <3)

Boy in Love by @everydaydreamer (18+ blog)

pure fluff, valentines blurb

texts with jj by @lillymmb

boyfriend!jj, fluff, jj LOVES reader

breeding kink concept by @moremaybank (18+)

implied but no smut, breeding kink (duh😭)

black cat!reader by @ervotica (18+)

black cat!reader, use of daddy, once again jj LOVES reader, reader is grumpy

texts with jj and desi!reader by @deadpcnned

desi!reader, jj in a kurta😩, established relationship, i just love this

boyfriend!jj by @lovelyjj

“wear whatever you want i can fight”😩, jj can throw a punch, fluff fluff fluff

passenger princess by @rubiehart (18+)

jj being fine, groping, use of “my girl”🤭

valentine’s day with jj by @seasprincess

"hi, honey! where are you? you need to come home right now," your mom had said, oblivious to the situation you're in right now. you clamped a hand against your mouth as jj hits the sweet spot on your neck, pushing him away slightly. "there's something we need to talk about."

"is it important?" you managed to let out as your hand goes to the back of jj's head, fingers tugging against the hair on his nape to keep yourself composed. "yes! please, come home right now. there are guests waiting."

she hangs up the phone right before you had the chance to ask more questions. putting your phone away, you wrapped your arms around his neck, "i really need to go. my mom said it's important," he grumble in protest, throwing his head back against the headboard. "i'll be back as soon as it's done, promise."

you pull one hand away from around him, holding up your pinky between the two of you, "do you really need to go now? like, now now?" he sighs, hands going to your waist as he plays with the waistband of your skirt. "unfortunately," you leaned your forehead against his, smiling at the pout on his face.

"pinky promise you will come back right after it's done?" he squinted his eyes at you, an eyebrow slightly raised. you pull away, wiggling your already raised pinky right in front of his face. he interlock his pinky with yours as you call out, "i pinky promise i'll come back right after it's done."

you leave a kiss on the corner of his mouth before fixing yourself up in the mirror, then making your way out of the room with a "see you later, jay". he sat there on the bed, back leaning against the headboard as he throws his head back, listening to the sound of your car driving away from the chateau.

it didn't take you long to arrive home, pulling into the driveway as you see a familiar car parked at the front. you didn't question it, it's common for the camerons to be there since their dad is friends with yours. you turn off the engine, checking yourself in the rearview mirror before getting out of the car.

"i'm home! what is it that's so important for me to be here?" you called out, shutting the front door behind you. your mom comes out from the living room, making her way towards you as she took you by the arm, "do you know how long we've been waiting for you? come on, now."

"what? why—" you cut yourself off as you step into the living room, seeing your dad with the camerons—ward, rose, and rafe?—you question yourself when you saw him sitting on the couch of your living room.

"ah, there you are," rose calls out, getting up from the couch to you as she cradles your face in her hands, "you've grown beautifully." she had said, turning towards your mom. you stood there awkwardly as they make their way to the couch—your mom pulling you with her.

you make eye contact with rafe who's sitting across from you, the way he's looking at you making you squirm in your seat. when will this be over? that's when your dad's voice interrupts your train of thoughts. "now that everyone is here, we can go through the arrangement thoroughly."

his voice fading as you're now zoning out, too many thoughts in your head interrupting your focus. why would they involve you in their agreement? you've never been involved in any of their deals. is it something so huge that you need to be there too? maybe it is, but why is rafe here? it's been so long since the last time you had saw him.

"now that everyone had agreed, we'll go through the engagement party date before planning for the wedding." you physically felt your whole world stopping at that, all the questions in your head being answered by a single sentence coming out of your dad's mouth.

your head turned so fast towards your mom, her hands tightening around yours as if she knew what you're trying to do. "what?" you whisper almost to yourself, before looking around the room, "wait, what? what wedding?" you tried tugging your hands away but your mom just shook her head as if to tell you not to start anything now.

"sweetie, please. not now." your dad gritted through his teeth as he look over towards you, trying to keep himself calm in front of the camerons. you shook your head in disbelief, already scowling at your dad for treating you like you're just something for him to trade off in a deal.

"no!" you shouted, pulling your hands away from the tight grip of your mom's as you stood up, "you didn't even ask me about this, and you think that i'm going to agree? no way." you scoffed as you walk away, ignoring the way your mom was calling out for you.

the slam of the front door shook the house, silence filling the living room now as your parents start apologizing for your behavior. "i'm sorry, she's not always like that. it's just that she's—overwhelmed," your mom had said, looking around the room as she nods her head.

"it's totally fine. i know that it's too much for her right now," rose had said, taking your mom's hands in hers in a comforting manner. "let's just go through this whole thing. we'll talk to her later." your dad urges as he gesture towards ward who agreed to the suggestion.

the tears in your eyes blurred your vision, you were crying now as you drive to the chateau. no, you can't let this whole thing happen when your heart belongs to someone else who you truly love. how could they do this to you? you wipe at the tears falling down your cheeks.

when the chateau came into view, you park the car immediately before shutting the engine off. you almost ran towards the front door, calling out for jj—it was obvious from the way your voice sounded that you've been crying. "jj? i need to talk to you,"

you stopped in your tracks when you see that the other pogues were already there, looking up at you from the spot they're gathered at. "i'm sorry, i just—where's jj?" you wiped at the tears as you try to keep your composure. your eyes went to sarah, and you thought that she probably already knew what had happened.

they were quiet at first, but john b was the one to open his mouth "he's—" another voice interrupted—jj's—from behind you, "why are you here?" making you turn, confusion and hurt etched on your face when you see how he's scowling at you.

"jayj—" you step forward to take his hand in yours, but he pulls away as he step back from you. "i already know everything." is the only thing he had said as he move his gaze away from you. you turn your head to sarah, already knowing that it was her who had opened her mouth.

"you know that i don't want this to happen, i told them that i don't want to!" your crying worsen when he shook his head. why wouldn't he believe you? did he actually think that you wanted this to happen? you took his hands in yours, "jayj, if it were to happen, i want it to be you."

you didn't want to cause a scene in front of the pogues, but what else can you do when you're losing the love of your life? his eyes were clear now that he's hurting, but is trying to conceal it with anger instead. he pulls away once again before going out of the front door, and you followed after him.

"you know what? this is a mistake—we're a mistake. i knew that this was going to happen. pogues and kooks are never meant to be together." he finally turn to look at you after saying that, and you want to believe that he didn't mean any of it seeing that he wasn't able to even look at you as he says it.

"can't you see how much i don't want this whole thing to happen? i don't want him, jayj—i don't love him. i love you." tears start gathering in your eyes again as you stood there in front of him, wanting him to see how devoted you are towards him.

"no. we're just two people who can't seem to leave each other alone after a one night stand. you don't love me." was he trying to convince himself? he sounded unsure as he says it, but you were still hurt by the words he had spat towards you like you were nothing to him. "jj, please. you know that it's not true."

you took his hands in yours, bringing it to your chest as you search his eyes. he shook his head again, pulling away from you as he walk past you to the front door, "go home." was the only thing he had said as he close the door behind him.

"don't do this to me, jay. please," you were crying harder now, standing in front of the now closed door. maybe if you stand here longer then he'll come back to comfort you in the safety of his arms, but you know that it's not going to happen. you went back to your car, looking back towards the chateau—still hopeful—before getting in and finally driving away.

inside the chateau, it was quiet as he stood there still trying to catch his breath. sarah's voice breaks the silence, "what the fuck, jj? i told you that she didn't know anything about it." she stared at him in disbelief, everyone were because they didn't expect for him to do that to you—the person who he had a soft spot for.

"it's what i needed to do," he knew that it was so messed up for him to, but he didn't want to see you that way—stuck in the middle of everything—because of him. "she'll get over it." is all he had said, making his way towards the guest room. he know that you won't.

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a/n: the longer i write, the more i'm losing the plot 😵‍💫 so i'll split this into parts! comment if you want to be tagged in the next ones hehee

Eddie’s hand slid up and down his slick cock, sufficiently lubed up with a mixture of precum and his own saliva. His stomach muscles tightened with every stroke, his head thrown back and eyes closed as he pictured you.

“Fuck,” he breathed out quickly, thumb swiping over his slit, making him moan pathetically.

He opened his eyes. He looked over to the yearbook he held in his left hand, propped open to the only page he ever looked at - your cheerleading portrait. Your beautiful face, your tits in that tight top, your legs in that tiny little skirt. God, how badly he wanted to bend you over, lift that skirt up-

His hips bucked up into his fist involuntarily, a whimper of your name escaping his lips. He had been holding off his orgasm for a while, bringing himself down every time he was on the edge before taking himself back there. Now he didn’t know if he could hold off- he was going to cum, hard.

“You like that?” he whispered to your picture, eyes locked on you. “Y’like when I fuck you like this? Taking this thick cock in your little pussy?” A shaky groan clawed its way out of his throat, his eyes fluttering closed before he snapped them open to look at you again.

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum,” he whined. “You’re gonna make me cum so hard. Gonna give it to you, give you everything.”

His eyes traveled up your body in your yearbook photo, lingering on your tits before finally locking in on your face.

“Shit.” He moaned your name in a shaky breath, imagining you were here with those pretty pink lips wrapped around his shaft - or maybe balls deep in your pussy, watching your perfect ass bounce and listening to you make the most delicious noises as he fucked you hard from behind.

“You want me to cum?” he whined to your picture. “Wanna see how hard you make me cum, baby?”

He moved his hand faster, fucking his fist. The wet noise of his hand on his cock filled the room, along with Eddie’s keening moans and shaky breaths. He was so so close, just a little longer-

His favorite image of you flashed in his mind. You, in your cheer uniform, no panties, legs spread wide on his bed. Perfect pussy on display all for him. And Eddie, worshipping your body the way you deserved.

With one last whimper of your name, Eddie flicked his wrist one, two, three more times before he let out a choked moan, his cum splattering all over his fist and stomach. He worked himself through it, cumming more than he had last time he did this - he had edged himself for so long this time and it paid off - stroking his cock until his body jolted with the aftershocks and he couldn’t take it anymore.

He laid there, chest heaving as he attempted to calm his racing heart. He finally removed his hand from his softening cock, reaching for an old t-shirt on the floor to clean himself up. He wiped the cum off his hand and the rest of his body. Fuck, there was…a lot.

He imagined fucking it all inside of you instead, seeing it leaking out when he pulled out of you.

His cock gave a weak twitch.

He tucked himself back away in his boxers and pajama pants. The yearbook still lay open on the bed next to him. He glanced over, seeing your smiling face staring back at him. He closed the book.

Then, like clockwork, the post-nut clarity kicked in and the shame crept through his veins. He covered his face with his hands, wondering what the fuck was wrong with him.

Not only was he a total fucking creep - god, the way you, Carol, and Tina would laugh at him if you knew. And not only did you exist in a whole different world - you were astronomically popular - you were also completely unattainable.

And Jason’s twin sister.

Jason Carver, who hated Eddie and tormented him every chance he got. The blonde basketball team captain, King of Hawkins - well, next to Steve, at least. He’d always been popular, but ask anyone - the King title was always Steve’s first.

Not that Eddie gave a fuck about any of that high school hierarchy bullshit anyway.

This was a routine for Eddie. Watch you at school all day, get to interact with you if he’s lucky. Come home, daydream about you, get so hard he can’t stand it. Pull out your picture and jerk off while thinking about you, cum so hard he can’t think - then the guilt, the remorse.

And, fuck, he’d have to face you tomorrow. You, Carol, and Tina always bought from him every other Friday. He’d have to look you in the eyes, knowing what he just did.

Well, it wasn’t the first time.

Eddie had been obsessed with you since the beginning of time. He had been the grade above you until this year, but of course he knew you - everyone knew you. You were easily the single most popular girl at Hawkins and always had been.

You weren’t so bad. A little stuck up, maybe. Not like Jason, not a bully. You smiled and laughed when he flirted with you or bowed to you in the cafeteria. But you definitely thought he was a freak just like everyone else, and Eddie knew there was no reality where he had a chance with you.

So he did this.

Eddie got up from the bed, tossing the yearbook into the drawer, to be forgotten - or just pretend it doesn’t exist - until next time. Fuck. God, he really was a creep, wasn’t he?

“Don’t look at me like that,” he muttered to his guitar, his sweetheart, hanging on the wall - he always felt like the beloved instrument was a sentient thing, now silently judging him.

He walked out of the room and down the hall to the bathroom, feeling like he needed a shower to wash away the dirty feeling clinging to his skin. He turned the water on, finding the perfect temperature before shedding his clothes and stepping in.

The water did help, soothing not only his body but his mind. That is, until the image of you in there with him flashed into his brain, wet, gripping his cock before bending over for him-

Fuck.

“Oh, fuck, Steve!”

“Yeah,” Steve panted in your ear, fucking you hard and fast from behind. You were pressed against the wall of the locker room, cheer top rucked up to expose your tits, hard nipples pressed against the cold wall. Steve was pressed against your back, fucking into you frantically. “Fuck, take it. God, you’re such a fucking slut.”

You whimpered - you always liked when Steve degraded you a little. He wrapped his large hand around your neck, pulling your back flush against him as the room was filled with the sound of his hips slamming into yours, his balls slapping against your ass. He squeezed, cutting off your airflow. Your eyes rolled back.

“Can’t believe you let me do this,” he grunted into your ear, a smirk on his lips. He squeezed your neck harder. Fuck, he was gonna leave bruises again. You’d have to explain that to Jason and your parents.

His other hand left your hip and wound around your body, pressing two fingers against your clit, making your knees go weak. Steve was holding you up as he fucked you and started rubbing circles on your throbbing clit.

“Make a fucking mess on my cock, baby,” he whispered in your ear. “Let me feel how hard you can cum for me. Fuck, I can feel you clenching around me- shit, I’m not gonna last much longer-“

You were getting dizzy from the lack of oxygen. But then your orgasm hit, your vision going white as you came around him, his cock hitting that bundle of nerves and prolonging it until you were so far gone you had no idea what was happening anymore.

Steve let go of your neck and you fell forward, landing on your hands against the wall. He grabbed onto your hips, slamming you back on his cock as he teetered right on the edge. Finally, he drew in a gasp, groaning loud as he snapped his cock in one more time and came inside you, thrusting shallowly.

He rode out his high deep in your pussy, groaning like he didn’t give a fuck if anyone heard. He kept a bruising grip on your hips until he was completely done - then he let you go, letting you fall forward against the locker room wall.

You spun around, shoving him hard in the chest. “Motherfucker, you weren’t supposed to finish inside!”

“Relax, I’ve got Plan B money.” He slapped your ass, grinning like an asshole. “Besides, you know I always cum inside you.”

You rolled your eyes, fixing your uniform and hair. You looked in the mirror, seeing your lipstick smudged - you looked back at Steve, seeing the traces of it on his neck and shirt. You weren’t gonna tell him.

You pulled your lipstick tube out of your bag and fixed your makeup while Steve pulled his jeans up and tucked his dick away. He looked at you again. “You coming to my party tonight?”

“Um, yeah,” you said - as if you ever missed a party. “We’re picking up the weed after school, don’t worry about it.”

“Cool,” he smirked. His eyes dropped down to your ass again before going back to your face. “You’re gonna make Munson cream his pants. You know how he feels about the uniform.”

You rolled your eyes, even though you knew Steve was right. There was a reason they sent you to pick up from Eddie every time.

“I feel bad,” you said. You put the top back on your lipstick, smacking your lips together. “He’s a nice guy.”

“Munson?” Steve snorted. “Dude’s a-“

“A freak, yeah I know.”

“Well, don’t feel bad for him,” Steve said. He fixed his hair in the mirror, somehow without noticing the kiss prints and hickies on his neck. “We get a discount, he gets to talk to you and look up your skirt a little. It’s a win-win situation.”

You frowned. You weren’t so sure you felt good about it, but you didn’t push it. You knew the friend group relied on you for this - it’s not like any of you were hurting for money, but still.

“You’re just using what you were blessed with, baby,” he winked. “It’s not like you have to fuck him.”

The idea of that was so outlandish it nearly made you laugh. “Yeah. No.”

“Just make sure you lay it on thick. Let him think he’s got a shot,” Steve snorted. His hand slid up your skirt, grabbing your ass tightly in his hand. “Everyone knows all this belongs to me, anyway.”

“Steve, we are not together,” you reminded him.

“So?” He kissed your neck, a light hand shaped bruise starting to bloom there. “Still mine.”

It wasn’t, but you let him believe what he wanted. Steve finally stepped away from you, picking up his backpack from the floor against the wall. “I’m gonna sneak out before anyone notices we were in here together. I’ll see you.”

“See ya.”

You continued fussing with your hair for a few minutes after you heard the locker room door slam shut, giving Steve the chance to get far. When you felt like the coast was clear, you grabbed your own bag and slipped out.

“What were you doing in the men’s locker room?”

You froze, resisting the urge to let out a deep sigh. You turned around to see your twin brother looking at you, duffel bag over his shoulder as he was about to enter the room you’d just left.

“Nothing,” you said. “Steve forgot something and asked me to run and get it.”

Jason didn’t believe you for a second. “Do you always have to be such a slut?” he hissed, so quiet for only you to hear, even though the hallway was deserted.

You rolled your eyes. “I wasn’t doing anything.”

“You think I believe that?” he scoffed. “I know you. You know Steve talks, right? Do you know how fucking embarrassing that is? That everyone knows how my sister puts out?”

You reeled back, jaw dropping. “Jason Michael Carver.”

“Oh, do not full name me-“

“You just called me a slut!” You threw your arms up in the air. “You’re such a saint. I’m sure you and Chrissy have never done anything.”

“If we do, it’s in private,” he spat. “Because Chrissy has respect for herself, unlike you.”

“Whatever.” You pushed past Jason’s shoulder, flipping him off over your shoulder as you walked to class. “Asshole.”

You had English next - with Eddie. You walked into the classroom, the metalhead looking up at you through his frizzy bangs from his seat in the back. He nodded at you and you gave him a (slightly flirtatious) smile before sliding into your seat next to Carol.

“Where were you?” Carol whispered, chewing her bubblegum.

Your cheeks heated. “With Steve.”

She rolled her eyes. “I could have guessed that.” She leaned over the aisle, getting closer to you. “Where?”

You almost didn’t want to tell her. “Men’s locker room.”

Her eyes went wide before she gave you a look. “Girl.”

You shrugged, heat rushing to your cheeks even more. “No one saw us.” As the memory came back to you, you winced. “Well, Jason kind of caught me coming out and put it together.”

Carol stifled her giggle with her hand. “Oh my god. I bet he was pissed.”

You nodded, widening your eyes. “So pissed.” You pulled your notebook out, flipping to a clean page. “Good thing I don’t give a fuck if Jason’s mad.”

“He’s gonna kick Steve’s ass one of these days,” Carol said, turning back to her own book. “If I don’t do it first.”

Your friends weren’t Steve’s biggest fans either. They thought Steve treated you like shit, which, they weren’t really wrong. It was worse when you and Steve actually were together. He hadn’t been a good boyfriend at all. Now, they were just disappointed you kept sleeping with him.

“He just doesn’t want to be embarrassed,” you mumbled. “He doesn’t actually care about me.”

“I think that’s enough to get Steve’s ass beat.”

While you talked to Carol, Eddie stared holes into the back of your head. Well, not just your head, definitely not. How could he not also appreciate your tits? Or your long, smooth legs in your cheer skirt? God, he loved that skirt. He loved game days, and it didn’t have a thing to do with throwing balls into laundry baskets.

Eddie could never pay attention in his classes with you. He was going to end up failing senior year yet again at this rate. It was worth it, he thought, to get to look at you.

At the end of class, he pretended to be busy putting his stuff away until you and Carol stood. Like every day, he timed it just right, so he was leaving the classroom right behind you. Fuck, how did the school let the cheer uniforms have such tiny skirts? He could almost see the edge of your panties when you walked. None of the other girls on the team wore the skirt like you did, though - no one looked as good in it as you.

Eddie hardly even noticed other girls. He didn’t care about anyone else. It was only you, had always only ever been you. Which was stupid, because he might as well have been dreaming about fucking Phoebe Cates or Shauna Grant. God, you were hotter than Phoebe Cates and Shauna Grant.

He hardly even attempted to hide his staring anymore. He followed as far as he could, dreaming of getting a piece of you-

“Earth to Eddie,” Gareth said, shoving Eddie hard in the shoulder. “God, snap out of it, man.”

Eddie jumped, looking at Gareth - he quickly snapped his head back in your direction, but he’d already lost you in the crowd. Great. He turned back to Gareth with a scowl on his face.

“What, man?” he snapped.

“Oh, come on. You can’t seriously be mad I interrupted you staring at Miss Queen of Hawkins’ ass.”

“You know what?” Eddie said, stopping at his locker. “Yeah, I am. I was enjoying the view.”

“Yeah. I know.” Gareth rolled his eyes. “You’d think one day you’d stop chasing that pipe dream.”

“I’m not chasing a dream,” Eddie grumbled. “You think I don’t know perfectly well I have no chance with her? I’m not delusional.”

“Sometimes I wonder.” Gareth leaned against the lockers, watching Eddie shove his books in his own disaster of a locker. “Why don’t you try to be interested in someone else? That girl at The Hideout last week was flirting with you, I swear-“

“I just wasn’t interested,” Eddie shrugged. “She wasn’t my type.”

“Yeah, because your type is the fairer Carver twin.” Gareth looked at Eddie, like he had him all figured out. It pissed Eddie off. “You’re going to be a virgin forever at this rate.”

“You’re a virgin, too!” Eddie hissed, trying to not alert the entire Hawkins student body to the embarrassing truth about both of them. “So don’t act like you’ve got shit figured out, or even know the first thing about women.”

“You’re being testy because I interrupted your ass-staring time. Got it, won’t do it again.” Gareth pushed off the lockers. “You cool off, and I’ll see you in the cafeteria.”

Eddie grabbed his metal lunchbox and slammed his locker shut. He pushed his wild curls out of his face as he walked to the cafeteria. Sure enough, you were already in there, sitting at the middle table with your friend group, Hawkins royalty.

He tried his best not to stare while he walked to the Hellfire table. He was the last one there - Mike and Dustin worked on their character sheets, while Gareth, Jeff, and Grant were laughing loudly about something. Eddie took his seat at the head of the table. He flipped his lunchbox open, taking out the sandwich sitting amongst the weed, rolling paper, and cigarettes.

“About time you made it in here,” Jeff said, watching Eddie take a bite of his ham sandwich. Eddie looked irritated, chewing his food and avoiding eye contact with anyone.

“He was too busy staring at you-know-who,” Gareth snorted.

“Big surprise,” Grant muttered.

“Who?” Dustin asked. “Who are you talking about?”

Gareth happily got the first syllable of your name out before Eddie cut him off. “Dude, shut the fuck up.”

But he had said enough for the boys to put the pieces together. “Carver?” Mike asked. “Jason’s sister?”

“Oh, dude,” Dustin said.

“Thanks, Gare,” Eddie sighed, rubbing his hands over his face.

“Oh yeah,” Gareth said, ignoring Eddie. “He’s been obsessed with her for as long as I can remember. You should see when they have class together. Oh, and today’s his favorite day, because every other Friday she-“

“Gareth, shut up!” Eddie snapped. “Fuck, come on, man.”

“Well, that’s just a waste of time,” Dustin said, as if he were surprised his DM would be obsessed with you. You weren’t exactly what he’d imagine to be Eddie’s type - although, you were kind of everybody’s type.

“Oh, he knows,” Gareth said. “He’s just that whipped. Totally wrapped around her perfectly manicured finger. And she barely even knows who he is.”

“She knows who I am,” Eddie grumbled.

“Only because you sell her and her friends drugs,” Jeff commented.

Eddie didn’t say anything. He wasn’t so sure Jeff was wrong, although he didn’t want to admit it to himself. He knew he didn’t have a chance in hell with you, sure, but you were friendly at least, right?

He was grateful when the conversation eventually moved back to DND. They had a big campaign tonight, but his head just wasn’t in it - he’d be seeing you first and that was all he could think about.

He watched you from across the cafeteria - the way you’d cover your mouth when you laughed at something one of your idiot friends said, the beautiful smile that stayed on your face all the time - the way that asshole Harrington put his arm around you. He was pretty sure you weren’t even together anymore - yes, he kept up with things like that.

Only when it came to you, though.

He tried to avert his eyes. He looked down at the sandwich he was nibbling on, trying to focus on the DND conversation happening around him.

And he counted down the hours until 3:30.

Eddie sat at the picnic table in the clearing of the woods behind the school. His head rested on his hand, the fingers of his other hand tapping against the metal of his lunchbox. He was early - maybe a little too eager.

The sound of giggles from amongst the trees made him snap his head up, watching. His heart beat faster, pounding against the wall of his chest. His stomach was in knots.

The sound of footsteps on the leaves. More giggling, a conversation too low for Eddie to properly hear it. Then, finally - you, Carol, and Tina walked out of the tree line, not even looking in his direction yet. He sat up straighter, adjusted his curls, then decided to stand. He was nervous - he always got flustered.

“Well well, good afternoon, ladies,” Eddie greeted, putting on his usual confident smile and sauntering around the table. “What can I do you for today?”

The three of you looked at him. Carol and Tina scrunched their noses up, looking at him like he was less than human, but he didn’t even notice. He was too busy looking at the way your lips spread into a smile, the way the sun caught your eyes and made them sparkle.

“Hey, Eddie,” you said, and his stomach did flips at the sound of his name rolling off your tongue. “Just the usual.”

He bowed his head. “You got it. Anything for the prettiest girl in Hawkins.” He flipped open his lunchbox with a flourish, pulling out the ounce of weed he’d already weighed and bagged in preparation of this meeting.

You giggled, hand fiddling with your gold cross necklace. Eddie’s eyes dropped down with the motion, letting them linger on your tits. You didn’t miss it.

“How’s the band?” you asked, crossing one foot in front of the other.

“Oh, you know, making it big,” Eddie said, dangling the baggie from his hand. “All five of our fans are loving our new stuff.”

You laughed again, walking around to the table. Carol and Tina lingered off to the side while you hopped up - tits bouncing in your top - onto the picnic table, sitting on the edge, legs swinging. Eddie swallowed hard.

“Maybe I’ll have to come see you sometime,” you said. You subtly - intentionally - let your legs fall open a little, allowing Eddie the slightest glimpse of your panties. You had worn your cutest pink set just for him.

Eddie’s heart banged even harder against his chest, first at your words and then as his eyes dropped down. Fuck. He forgot to respond at first, brain short circuiting at the sight - oblivious to Carol and Tina laughing behind him.

“Oh, uh, yeah, definitely,” he said once he’d remembered it was his turn to speak. “I, uh…yeah. At The Hideout, Tuesday nights. You should definitely come.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” You tilted your head with a smile - crossing your legs. Show over. Just a tease. “How much do we owe you?”

“20 for the ounce?” he offered, finally meeting your eyes again. “That’s 50% off. You’re robbing me blind, sweetheart.”

“Aw, Eddie,” you cooed, hopping off the table. “You’re so sweet. What would we do without you?”

Eddie was blushing hard, feeling more flustered than he usually did - you usually weren’t this flirty. “I, uh- I don’t- I mean yeah, of course, it’s no problem. Not for you, princess.”

You handed out the 20 dollar bill while Eddie offered up the baggie of weed. Your fingers brushed together - yours were so soft, so smooth, and you smelled like strawberries - and he felt electricity all the way up his arm. He almost jolted away from you, but kept his composure somehow.

“Thank you, Eddie,” you purred, and the sound of you saying his name again had his cock throbbing in his pants. “I appreciate it.”

“Of course,” he said, lost in your eyes. You were standing so close he couldn’t think straight. “Any time. Seriously, just, uh…say the word.”

“I will.” Fuck, were you flirting? You handed the weed off to Carol, who stuffed it in her purse. “You should come to a game sometime.”

Eddie couldn’t even think straight. It took him an embarrassingly long time to respond. “Oh, yeah, definitely. I-I love basketball. I love…” he mimed cheerleading, or at least the most basic pom-pom waving kind. “What you do is cool.”

You giggled again. “Cool. I’ll see you there one of these days, right?”

“Oh, yeah, for sure,” Eddie nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah. Of course.” He stuffed the 20 in his pocket, wondering if he should cancel Hellfire tonight to watch you cheer. He thought Gareth, Jeff, and Grant might actually kill him.

“Good. I’ve got to get ready for the game, but…” You stepped closer to him, like right up against him. He gulped. “Thank you, Eddie. You’re always so sweet.”

You stood on your toes in your perfect white sneakers and kissed him on the cheek.

Eddie was frozen. He didn’t know what to do. He was helpless as he watched the three of you leave, linking arms and giggling to each other. Eddie felt like he’d just run a few miles - his heart was racing, breathing ragged. He collapsed onto the bench of the picnic table.

And tried to think of how to get out of Hellfire tonight.

You pulled your hair up into a high pony, tightening the green and yellow bow. You looked at yourself in the mirror one last time - then reached for your makeup bag, applying more concealer over the bruise attempting to show through your foundation.

“Oh my god, is that a handprint?” Chrissy asked, completely scandalized, her eyes wide. “Who did that to you?”

You glanced over at her briefly - Chrissy was a sweet girl, but she was also very naive. “No, it’s nothing. Just, uh…wore my seatbelt too tight.”

The excuse didn’t even make any sense, but Chrissy just looked at you strangely before dropping the subject. You wanted to tell her to relax, tell her that Steve just likes it rough, but you didn’t think that would make her feel much better.

You finished up with your makeup, then stuffed your bag into your locker along with your change of clothes. With one last adjustment of your uniform, you left the locker room with your team, ready to cheer your heart out.

On the other side of the school, Eddie took his throne for Hellfire. The guys sat around the table, already set up for the campaign. The room was filled with excited chatter - the guys were itching to see what Eddie had in store for them, and Eddie was ready to put his friends’ characters through it.

As the game went on, though, Eddie found himself distracted. He couldn’t stop thinking about you, how you were here in the school with him, doing your little flips and jumps and routines. He could be watching that right now, seeing beneath your skirt every time you did a toe touch.

He even stumbled over his words a few times, dropping character when he thought too hard about that thing you do where you lift your leg high in the air. The guys definitely noticed he was off his game, and he was sure they knew why.

When Hellfire ended, the game was still going on, just nearing the end. While all his friends left the school together, Eddie lingered behind with the excuse of cleaning up the drama room.

It only took him a few minutes to put all his DND stuff away. When he was done, backpack over his shoulder, he left the room - and followed the sound of cheering, as if succumbing to the call of a siren.

He opened the gym door just a little, peeking inside. Hawkins was in the lead, by a lot. He didn’t really care about that. What he cared about was the cheerleading captain, currently being tossed high in the air by your teammates. Your skirt flew up as you flipped in the air, giving him the perfect view of your even more perfect ass, before you landed perfectly in the arms of the other girls.

He loved watching you cheer. There was something so hot about it - he wanted to choose to believe it wasn’t just the skirt or your ass. He was impressed by the skill, the athleticism, impressed with you. He willed you to see him, give him a smile and a cute little wave, but of course you had no idea he was there. When you did another jump, he looked down between your legs - seeing the black panties you wore underneath. His cock started to fill out, and-

Wait.

You had been wearing pink panties before. He remembered because he’d committed it to memory. That means you changed, which means - your clothes were in the locker room.

The idea struck Eddie hard, like a ball of lightning. Then, the shame at even thinking it. But…

He let the gym door fall closed as he turned around and began speed walking down the hallway. His heart was racing - was he really about to do this? This was crossing a line he hadn’t crossed before. He felt a little disgusted at himself, but…also excited. This was thrilling.

He rounded the corner and came face to face with the door to the women’s locker room. He looked around - the hallway was completely deserted. No one would be coming around until the game was over. He had a few minutes.

He pushed the door open and slid inside.

The women’s locker room was much different than the men’s. For one thing, it didn’t smell like sweat and gym socks. The smell was intoxicating, a mix of fruity and floral scents. He could even make out your signature perfume in the sensory overload - and it made his cock twitch.

It wasn’t hard to find your locker. Everyone’s locker had their initials on it for one, but yours was also covered with photos. You with Carol and Tina, you with Heather Holloway, you with the cheer team - you and Steve. The latter made his stomach clench.

He opened the locker, pleased to find it unlocked. Inside, you had all kinds of stuff - clothes, shower stuff, body care, lotions and perfumes and a hairbrush. He looked at it all, feeling a familiar kind of longing. He picked up the shampoo and conditioner bottles, then the lotions, giving them all a smell and committing them to memory. One of the lotions had seen much more use than the others - he smelled that one, and groaned. That was your signature scent.

Before he could talk himself out of it, he shoved the lotion bottle in his backpack.

He looked through your locker some more. There were an absurd amount of notes, folded in perfect little squares and kept in a pencil box. Just notes passed back and forth with your friends, some with Steve - Meet me in the locker room. Come over tonight, my parents aren’t home. Quickie before practice? Eddie resisted the urge to throw those away.

A pink duffel bag sat on the bottom shelf. Eddie took it, unzipping it - score.

Your clothes were inside - with those pretty pink panties right on top. Slowly, tentatively, as if he might talk some sense into himself, he reached for the panties. They were soft, baby pink with a bow in the front and lace around the hem. He held them like he couldn’t believe they were real.

Then he brought them to his nose, inhaling deeply.

Fuck. Eddie couldn’t help it - he moaned, loud. He was painfully hard in his jeans now, and he dropped his free hand, palming himself over the denim.

Somewhere, a door slammed.

He snapped out of it. Panic struck into his chest at the sound, remembering where he was and what he was doing. He quickly shoved the panties into his pocket, closing your bag and putting everything back in the locker.

He walked to the door in quick strides of his long legs. Peeking out the door to make sure no one was around first, he slipped out of the locker room and started nearly running to the exit of the school, headed for his van.

He couldn’t wait to get home.

You rolled up to Steve’s house with Jason and Chrissy. You felt like the third wheel, sitting in the backseat - but it made more sense than having Carol come pick you up when your brother was going anyway.

You had changed out of your uniform after the game, searching your closet for a good 30 minutes before coming up with a large brown sweater and a tiny little black skirt. 

Inside the house, the music was pumping so loud the walls were shaking. The large downstairs was packed full of people, talking, drinking, dancing. You left Jason and Chrissy immediately, pushing through to head straight for the kitchen.

You grinned at your best friends, who practically squealed when they saw you even though you’d only been apart for about an hour. Carol, Tina, and Heather pulled you into their orbit - one of them. They scooped you a cup full of spiked punch. You sipped it - fuck, Steve always made his punch way too fucking strong.

“Yeah, it’s a lot,” Heather laughed as you made a face, the alcohol burning on the way down.

“Steve’s looking for you, by the way,” Tina said, giving you a smirk. “Said when I see you to tell you to meet him out back.”

You rolled your eyes. Of course he was. But for some reason, you could never resist Steve. It’s not even that you loved him, or had particularly strong feelings for him…he just always got what he wanted.

“I think I need to be a little more drunk first.” You downed your first drink - to the shocked expressions of your friends - and immediately poured yourself another.

“Be careful,” Carol whispered against your ear, leaning close to you so you could hear her over the music. “Don’t get so drunk you let him take advantage of you again.”

Your heart clenched - you knew Carol cared about you. Sometimes you forgot just how Steve treated you, and that others noticed. Even Jason had told you to stop dating Steve - that he was no good for you. But you always had to do the opposite of whatever Jason said - it was like a personal challenge.

You put it off for a while, laughing with your friends as you finished a couple cups of punch. You knew Steve would be mad if you just ignored him, so you finished off your third drink, refilled your cup, then said goodbye to your friends and headed for the backyard.

It wasn’t hard to find Steve. He was always surrounded by a group of adoring people, hanging on to every word he said. Tonight was no different. King Steve held court off to the side of the pool, flashing that charming smile to the girls giggling at every word he said. You rolled your eyes.

As you stomped over, you caught the attention of the group. They parted for you as if out of a deep respect, the guys looking at you wide eyed while the girls gave you dirty looks with whispers of I thought they broke up?. Steve, oblivious - or apathetic - to it all, curled his lips into a pleased grin.

“About time,” he said, holding an arm out for you. You took your place under it. “I was beginning to think you’d stood me up.”

“Never,” you said - an honest answer. You noticed he still had obvious hickies in his neck, but he’d cleaned off the lipstick stains in the shower after the game.

Steve squeezed your shoulder. He leaned over and brushed his lips against your ear. “Wanna go upstairs with me, baby?”

Your skin tingled, like static electricity in your bloodstream. You were a little unsteady on your feet, letting Steve hold you up. “Okay.”

Steve led you upstairs, letting you lean on him as he helped you. You could tell he was a little drunk, too - but you had so much to drink so fast, you were in slightly worse shape.

He opened the door to his bedroom and you let yourself into the familiar space, flopping down on his bed. You were exhausted from the day - school, cheering, now this. You were ready to curl up and go to sleep.

Steve crawled onto the bed next to you. His hand rested on your hip as he leaned down and kissed you, slowly at first, then hungrier. He parted your lips, licking into your mouth. His hips were rutting against you, hard cock rubbing against your bare thigh.

“God, I want you,” he breathed, moving on top of you. He pressed his hips against your core, aching dick throbbing as he let out a shuddering, needy breath.

“Want you too, Stevie,” you mumbled. His familiar body on top of you had you coming alive, soaking your panties.

He sat up and pulled his shirt off quickly, then yours. He urgently worked his belt open, chest heaving as he looked down at you. You traced your hand through his chest hair, feeling the firm muscles of his chest and abdomen. They twitched beneath your touch.

With his jeans and boxers shoved down to his thighs, his hard cock bobbing at his lower stomach, he reached beneath your skirt to pull your panties off.

“Fuck,” he muttered as he leaned forward, mouthing at your tits. “Shit, you’re so hot. So fucking hot, baby.” He rocked his hips forward, cock tracing through your folds. He groaned at the feeling of your wetness, the way it coated his shaft as he thrusted back and forth.

He hooked his arms under your thighs, pushing them up against your chest. He nudged his thick cockhead against your entrance, pushing just barely inside. You whined at the stretch - although you were used to taking Steve’s dick by now.

He fucked his cock in further, adding another inch with every thrust. You arched your back, crying out at the pressure of him stretching you. Steve was actually huge - he’d had plenty of experiences with girls where he couldn’t even get it in - so it could be uncomfortable, but god, once you got used to it? It was incredible.

“Almost in, baby,” he mumbled soothing words against your cheek. “Almost in you, just a little bit more. You can take it, you always do.”

He was right - you always did.

You let out a shuddering breath as Steve pushed the remaining few inches into you with a groan. His fists tightened in the sheets, then he was pulling back and pounding into you.

You whined, pulling on Steve’s hair while he fucked into you. He wrapped his arms around your body, hugging you close to him and hiding his face in your neck while he bucked his hips.

“So, so good, baby,” he praised, voice muffled against your skin. “Making me feel so good, taking this dick like that. God you’re such a slut, you always take it-“

He cut himself off with a loud moan as you tightened around him, shutting him up. As annoying as he could be, his - glorious - cock was fucking you just right, pressing against your bundle of nerves with every balls-deep thrust.

You could feel the coil tightening, your spine prickling with electricity. Oh fuck, you suddenly remembered why you kept sleeping with Steve.

You were so close, so close-

“Fuck- shit, I’m cumming,” Steve cried, and before you could beg him no, no, just a little longer, he was grabbing onto your thigh, squeezing as he grunted with his release, cum coating your velvety walls.

You had to say, you were disappointed but not surprised. Steve only cared if you came about half the time, and it looked like tonight was not one of those lucky nights.

“Are you serious?” you said, pushing his sweaty body off of you. He rolled onto the mattress next to you, running his hands through his slightly wet hair.

“I’m sorry, baby. You just felt so good.” Steve winked and smirked at you, looking like he wasn’t all that sorry at all.

You rolled your eyes, sitting up and reaching for your clothes. You pulled your panties and shirt back on, tossing Steve his shirt. He was pulling his jeans and boxers back up, but seemed in no hurry to replace his shirt and get back to the party.

“You’re a dick,” you mumbled. You felt angry - you felt used. Steve always made you feel used.

“Don’t be like that, baby,” he cooed, but he was still smiling like he found the whole situation funny. “You know how I feel about you. You know you’re my favorite girl.”

You weren’t having it. “Where’s the Plan B money?”

Steve frowned. “My wallet’s on the desk.”

You walked over to the desk sitting against the wall, seeing Steve’s expensive leather wallet laying on top. You flipped it open and plucked out the bills to cover the emergency contraceptive.

“Baby, seriously. Don’t be like this.” Steve was giving minimal effort, but he beckoned you back to the bed, as if you would listen to whatever he asked.

You threw open his bedroom door. A few people in the hallway turned to look, seeing you leaving, disheveled with a shirtless Steve on the bed - and immediately started whispering. You didn’t care right now.

You slammed Steve’s door behind you, pushing past the party goers and going back downstairs. Maybe Jason would take you home, or even Carol. Someone would, and you were going to ask everyone until you got a ride.

All you knew is you couldn’t stand to be at this party for another second.

Eddie had rushed home, speeding even faster than he usually did. His heart wouldn’t stop pounding - he felt like he had a big, incredible secret. The panties sitting in his pocket might as well have weighed 50 pounds. He couldn’t stop thinking about them and what he’d done.

He was relieved to see Wayne gone when he got home. He didn’t want to be interrupted.

He locked up behind himself before heading straight for his room - fuck eating, he couldn’t wait another second. He was already half hard as he pulled his shirt off, then reached for the joint he’d rolled earlier.

Sparking up the joint, he placed the roll between his lips, taking a deep inhale. The smoke traveled down into his lungs, filling his body with a deep contentment.

He laid on the bed with his joint still propped in his mouth. He undid his belt and shoved his jeans and boxers down in record time - he was already so worked up, and the weed was only going to make his orgasm even better.

Eddie pulled out the lotion and your panties - and he paused. Was he really going to do this? This was a level of creep he hadn’t reached yet. He could go back - he could sneak your stuff back in your locker Monday - hell, he could even throw them away and pretend this never happened.

His cock was throbbing, already fully hard as he held the soft panties in his hand. He clenched and unclenched his fist around them, fighting with himself - could he forgive himself for this?

He brought the panties up to his nose and inhaled. His cock twitched, and he couldn’t help it - he wrapped his hand around himself, twisting his hand around his shaft as he breathed in the smell of you.

And fuck, you smelled just as good as he imagined. Better, even. He imagined his face was buried in your pussy, the real thing - fuck, he would do anything. He wouldn’t be satisfied until he made you cum harder than you ever had. It’s only what you deserved.

Eddie rubbed the panties against his aching cock, jolting from the sensation of the rough lace against his sensitive dick. He let out a little huff of smoke - his heart was beating out of his chest - and wrapped the panties around his shaft. Slowly, he stroked his cock with them, breathing shakily.

The joint slipped from his lips and fell on the bed. “Shit,” he cursed, picking it up and dropping it in his ashtray. He was already plenty high, and all he wanted now was to get off to the thought of you. 

He reached into his bedside table and pulled out the yearbook. It was a surprise the pages weren’t stuck together at this rate. He flipped straight to the dog eared page, letting out a groan at the sight of you.

“You’re so beautiful, baby,” he whispered to your picture as he stroked himself faster. “Fuck. Did you wear these just for me today? Did you know how fucking crazy it would drive me?”

When the material of the panties started to get uncomfortable rubbing against his cock - too sensitive - he put the book down and grabbed your bottle of lotion. He closed his eyes as he opened the top and smelled it again - he could almost picture you were right here.

He put some in the palm of his right hand. Then, he wrapped his hand around his cock, moaning as the cool lotion coated his shaft. He could smell the scent so clearly - it made it even easier to think about you.

He picked the yearbook back up with his left hand, jerking himself faster - his hand was moving quickly with the help of the lotion. He let out a shuddering moan - fuck, it felt so good. His dick was rock hard in his hand, almost painfully so. He just got so worked up at school all day having to see you, especially when he got to talk to you, too. He always came home aching.

“Yeah, baby,” he rasped to your picture. The slick sound of his hand on his cock was filling the room - he could almost imagine it was the sound of your wet pussy, taking him deep and fast. “D’you like when I’m this hard for you? You wanna feel me deep inside your little cunt?”

Eddie’s body was shaking with the intensity of his building orgasm. He looked at your ass and legs in the photo and pictured you in your uniform with no panties underneath, bouncing on his cock.

Or maybe he’d bend you in half, let you show him just how flexible you are. He’d spread your legs wide, watching his cock disappearing into that tight cunt. His hips bucked up into his fist.

“Christ, baby,” Eddie groaned. “You’d be so good, I know you would. You’d let me worship you, let me taste your pussy, get my cock inside you - oh fuck - is that what you want, baby? God, you get me so fucking worked up-“

He was squeezing his cock with every upstroke, rubbing his thumb over the slit, tracing the vein on the underside of his shaft. It was your hand he pictured on him - smaller, softer than his own. So fucking soft, so you-

Eddie whimpered your name as if on instinct. He called out for you, throwing his head back with little “Ah ah ah”s as he brought himself higher and higher. He could feel that familiar feeling creeping up his spine, making his muscles clench. He cupped his balls in his hand, massaging them for a moment before going back to his needy cock.

He repeated your name over and over. “That’s it, that’s it. Good girl, so good for me. So fucking beautiful. Take this big cock, sweetheart, let me fuck that pretty pussy - fuck fuck fuck-“

His hand was moving rapidly up and down his cock now, precum leaking from the tip and mixing with your lotion. Your panties were on his chest, close enough that he could see them, bringing them to his nose to smell them. He locked eyes with your photo, imagining you were here begging for his cum, begging him to finish for you.

“You want my cum?” he whispered. “I’ll give it to you, baby. Gonna cum so hard, all for you. ‘m so close, baby, just- fuck- just a little more, almost fuckin’ there-“

His skin was tingling, body trembling, heart pounding. He twisted his hand around his cock faster, and oh god oh god-

Repeating your name like a desperate prayer, his cum shot out onto his stomach and hand, a seemingly endless amount. Fuck, he never used to cum this much before he started jerking off to you - it was like you drained everything out of him. He kept pumping his fist as he groaned, wringing out the last of his orgasm, dick pulsing in his hand as the final drops of his cum beaded at the tip, sliding down his shaft.

Eddie’s chest heaved with his breathing. He slowly removed his hand from his sticky, softening cock, looking around for something to clean up with - fuck, he might as well go get in the shower. He sighed, forcing his weary body up and off the bed. His post-nut shame was creeping in, and he needed to go wash all this away before he started really hating himself.

He threw the yearbook back in his drawer, grabbed a change of clothes, and went into the hall bathroom. He got the water started then washed his hands off in the sink, his shame disappearing down the drain. He thought briefly, again, of you, and what you’d think of him if you knew what he did.

He tried to push those thoughts away as he climbed in under the hot water. He didn’t want to think about you being upset with him - he only wanted to think of you in this shower with him, kissing your soft lips and tangling his hands in your hair. 

Eddie was trying to be innocent for once, he swears, but then his mental image of you smirked at him and dropped to her knees, and-

Eddie Munson was so fucked.

Eddie tried to go about life normally, but it was hard knowing what he’d done - and what he’d continue to do - every night alone in his bedroom. The panties and lotion found their home in a box in his closet he only pulled out when he was desperate for you - which was often.

It was hard to look you in the eyes after that night. When he saw you again Monday morning, he had averted his gaze, stared at your ass instead. Also not entirely unusual, but he wasn’t prepared for the guilt he’d feel around you.

He watched you throughout English class. Today you were wearing jeans that hugged your body just right, a cute little striped shirt that spread tight across your tits. God, Eddie, did you always have to be such a perv? Why couldn’t he talk about how pretty your eyes were, or how you always put together the most flattering outfits? How you had the best style of any girl in school - not just boring preppy Gap bullshit, but some personality in your look?

Eddie could have gone on and on about the things he liked about you, because yes, believe it or not, it was much more than just your body that had him obsessed. Much more. You were somehow the most popular girl in Hawkins, Jason Carver’s sister, and the coolest girl he’d ever met.

He hardly even realized class had passed him by as the bell rang and everyone started to stand, gathering their things. Eddie snapped out of his daydream and grabbed his own stuff, waiting for the perfect time to leave right behind you. When you and Carol stood, he knew it was his time.

Fuck, you looked even better in those jeans than he’d realized. His mouth watered, he longed to reach out and touch you.

“I can’t believe him,” Carol said quietly to you, and Eddie strained to hear the whispered conversation.

“I can,” you shrugged. “He’s always been…selfish.”

Who were you talking about? 

“You need to stop sleeping with him,” Carol said. Eddie’s stomach clenched at the words - Steve. You were talking about Steve. “He’s no good for you. And you know he’s already told Tommy and all the guys about Friday night?”

“I’m sure he left out the part where he finished in a couple minutes and didn’t return the favor.”

Eddie almost laughed. The idea of you sleeping with someone else always made him upset - but that was nothing compared to the anger he felt over Steve running his mouth about you to the whole school.

He lost the two of you quicker than he would have liked in the bustle of the lunchtime rush. He looked around for you, hoping to spot the top of your head somewhere, but ultimately gave up and headed for the cafeteria.

Jason, Patrick, Andy, and Chance walked down the hall in the other direction, talking to each other. Eddie attempted to pretend they didn’t exist, as usual, but as they passed each other Jason reached out, knocking Eddie’s books out of his hands.

“Sorry, freak,” Jason quipped, high fiving Patrick as the other guys laughed, still walking away.

Eddie took a deep breath, then he bent over and picked up his books. He would never understand how you and Jason were twins.

You and Carol were standing in the lunch line together when Eddie got into the cafeteria, still talking. He thought about joining the line with you - buy himself a cookie or something - but the guys were already watching him from their table. He looked at you one last time, reluctantly tearing his eyes away as he made his way to his usual seat.

“What, not gonna follow Carver into the lunch line to stare at her ass some more?” Gareth teased, and Eddie hated how obvious he must have been.

“Shut the fuck up,” Eddie muttered. He flipped his lunchbox open, reaching for the bag of chips he’d packed. His fingers itched for a cigarette instead.

“I just can’t believe it’s Carver that Eddie’s obsessed with,” Dustin said. “Like…that’s not what I imagined your type to be whatsoever.”

Eddie shrugged. He wanted to list out all the reasons why he liked you so much, why he needed you so badly, but he knew that wouldn’t make things any better.

“Yeah, it makes no sense,” Gareth said, poking at his mac and cheese. “Like, yeah she’s hot as hell, but she’s also a Carver. Ms. Stuck up Queen of Hawkins.”

“Come on Gareth, be nice,” Jeff scolded. Then, a raised eyebrow - “but really Eddie? Her?”

“She’s-“ he almost started, almost outed himself as being even more head over heels in love with you than they already knew, but recognized the bait before he did. “She’s nice.”

“Sure,” Grant said.

Eddie didn’t want to talk about the subject anymore. You were his, and he didn’t want to explain himself to his friends. He knew every guy at this table had been interested in you at some point or another, and he wasn’t about to reignite any old crushes.

In fact, Eddie more or less ignored his friends for the rest of lunch. The guys were coming over to his place tonight to talk the next campaign and pass a blunt around, and Eddie felt that was plenty interaction with them in one day.

After school, Eddie made a pit stop at Rick’s to pick up his supply. Rick was happy to see him, as usual, and he found himself pulled into a 30 minute conversation on government surveillance.

By the time he made it to the trailer, Jeff’s car was already sitting out front, the three of them waiting for Eddie. They climbed out as Eddie walked up the steps to unlock the front door.

“About time,” Gareth complained. “What, did you follow Carver home to peek through her windows first?”

“Ha, ha,” Eddie said sarcastically. He pushed the front door open and walked inside, letting his friends follow behind him.

The guys followed down the hall to Eddie’s cramped bedroom. While Eddie opened his stash box to pull out the blunt he’d rolled earlier, they found a place to sit. Then-

“Eddie, are you fucking kidding?” Gareth asked.

Eddie froze. He turned around slowly - finding Gareth standing next to the bed, holding your panties. His stomach dropped to his feet.

“Uh, what are those?” Jeff asked, brows furrowed in confusion. He leaned in for a closer look - yeah, those were definitely panties.

“Are these what I think they are?” Gareth asked, his voice rising.

“Uh- no, I mean-“

“What are you talking about?” Grant asked, confused, feeling like he was out of the loop. He didn’t connect the dots, until- 

“You stole her panties?” Gareth choked out. “How did you- Eddie, what the fuck-“

Eddie snatched the panties from Gareth’s hand quickly, tossing them into the bedside drawer for now. Gareth watched - spotting the well-loved yearbook laying inside. “Dude, is that your jerk off drawer?”

Eddie’s face was bright red. “Gareth. Shut the fuck up.”

“Oh my god,” Jeff said, looking between Eddie and Gareth. “You are obsessed with her.”

“Those aren’t hers!” Eddie said quickly, frantically trying to come up with an excuse. “They’re…you know, probably got mixed up with my clothes at the laundromat, it happens sometimes-“

“So you just kept some stranger’s panties?” Gareth asked with his eyebrows raised, not believing a word out of Eddie’s mouth.

Eddie sighed. That was worse, wasn’t it? “Okay, they’re hers. But I’m not- I didn’t- look, they were there, and-“

Gareth held up his hand. “I don’t want to hear any more about your obsession with Carver. Whatever illegal creepy pervert shit you did to get those, I don’t wanna know. Let’s just smoke this blunt and talk about the campaign.”

Eddie was relieved the topic was changing, but his cheeks were still bright red, shame clinging to his skin like too-small clothes. He knew his friends thought his obsession was ridiculous. He knew it was ridiculous. But he couldn’t help himself. You were you, and you were everything.

He sparked up the blunt, took the first drag, and let his worries fade away for the night.

Your teammates lifted you into the air. This was your favorite part of cheerleading - the rush of flying. You were lifted high with a spin, straight into a cupie. You held it for a few seconds, then grabbed your foot and lifted your leg, holding it straight up as you crossed your arm in front - a perfect bow and arrow. The girls tossed you up and into a perfectly executed basket toss, catching you and sitting you safely on the ground.

“Excellent, Carver!” Coach Mills yelled from her spot on the sidelines. “Absolutely beautiful.”

Your heart was pounding, adrenaline coursing through your veins, but you beamed with pride. Landing a stunt was the best feeling, every time.

You were completely oblivious to Eddie watching from the sidelines. He was leaning against the fence, eyes locked on you and only you. He didn’t watch practice often, but when he could…

God, you were so good. It wasn’t even the glimpses up your skirt he got when you did tricks that made it so enthralling - you were genuinely really good at what you did. Eddie had always imagined cheerleading as waving pom poms around on the sidelines of a basketball game, but your competition routines were on a whole other level.

He watched the rest of practice, his heart slamming against his chest every time your teammates threw you in the air. He had to admit it scared him a little - he didn’t know how you did it.

After practice, you walked up the bleachers, laughing and talking with your teammates. Eddie watched, the way you had your leg up on the seat, bending over to retie your shoe.

He rushed under the bleachers.

It didn’t hurt just to take a little peek, right? He crept underneath the metal stands, until he was right beneath where you and your friends stood. He looked up and saw directly up your skirt - your pretty light blue panties on full display.

He couldn’t tear his eyes away, locked in on the thin fabric covering your pretty pussy, the delicious curve of your ass. His jeans grew tighter, the zipper uncomfortable against his cock.

“I’m going to shower before everyone else uses all the hot water,” your friend - Sarah? Lauren? - said, picking up her gym bag. “You coming?”

“You can go ahead,” you said. “I like waiting until everyone’s gone. It’s peaceful.”

Your friend shrugged her shoulders. “Suit yourself.”

The words you’d just said bounced around in Eddie’s head. You like waiting until everyone’s gone. That means you’d be in the locker room, showering - alone.

He knew this was too far. He knew he was seriously crossing boundaries this time - shit, was this illegal? - but fuck, the way his cock throbbed in his jeans at the mere thought, the possibility.

He rushed back into the school. His heart was racing, pounding in his ears. He lingered around the corner in the hallway leading to the women’s locker room. It was loud inside - he could hear the cheerleaders talking and giggling as they showered and changed.

And Eddie waited.

The entire time he waited, he questioned himself. Multiple times he almost left, talking some sense into his own brain and going home. Grabbing the yearbook and the panties and lotion and rubbing one out. But the promise of seeing more…

He waited until the girls started filing out of the locker room, not paying him any mind as he leaned against the wall pretending to read his book for English he hadn’t even started yet. He gave it a little bit after the last girls left, wanting to make sure no one was still in there but being cautious not to wait so long that you showed up before he could go in.

This had to be timed perfectly.

When he felt like the coast might be clear, he crept over to the door. He opened it just a few inches, listening carefully. He didn’t hear anything at all.

“…Hello?” he called, lowering his voice an octave in an attempt to not sound like himself in case someone was still in there.

He got no response. Satisfied and with adrenaline coursing through his body, he snuck inside the locker room.

It was deserted. Eddie let out a breath in relief - so far so good. He realized he hadn’t exactly planned this far - what was he supposed to do now? He looked around for a hiding space that would let him see you, and then - jackpot. An out-of-order shower stall.

He slipped inside the shower, closing the curtain tightly. He took a few deep breaths - okay, okay. He’d come this far, he was going to follow through with it.

God? I know you never hear from me, because I don’t believe in you, but please don’t let me get caught.

He waited even more. For a while. After a while Eddie thought about just leaving - maybe you decided to shower at home? But just as he was about to give up, reaching to open the shower curtain, the locker room door slammed shut. His stomach tied in knots - you were here.

“Come on, baby.”

Eddie froze. You weren’t alone.

“I said I’m done!” you exclaimed, sounding fed up. “The party was my limit, Steve, seriously. I’m sick of you and how you only care about yourself.”

“Baby, please. Don’t be like that.”

Eddie could practically hear the smirk in Harrington’s voice. He wanted to punch the guy. He slowly, carefully, slid the curtain to the side just an inch, peeking out.

You and Steve were perfectly in his line of view, by the sinks. You were unclipping the big green bow from your high pony, Steve leaning against the counter with his arms crossed, looking at you like something to devour.

“Don’t be like what, Steve?”

“Don’t be a fucking bitch.”

Eddie’s jaw dropped. Did Steve really talk to you like that? He almost stepped out of the showers to defend your honor, but caught himself the second he began to lift his foot off the floor. He was powerless.

“I’m not being a bitch. I’m just done with you.” You sat the bow on the counter, picking up your hairbrush and beginning to comb it through your hair.

“You know you don’t mean that.” Steve pushed himself off the counter, sauntering over behind you. He put his hands on your hips like they belonged there. His front pressed against you from behind, and he lowered his head, whispering something in your ear that Eddie couldn’t make out.

You giggled. Was this douchebag’s bullshit really working on you? Eddie clenched his fist - he fucking hated that guy.

His eyes darted down to follow the movement - Steve’s hand was trailing up your skirt. His other arm was still wrapped around your waist, his chin on your shoulder. He was whispering something to you Eddie couldn’t hear at all, but the more he said the more you leaned back into him, hairbrush forgotten on the counter as Steve’s hands slid over your body.

Then - with little warning, surprising even Eddie, Steve gripped you hard by the hips with one hand and by the hair with the other, bending you over the counter roughly. Eddie’s eyes went wide - oh shit.

“You wanna be a fucking brat?” Steve asked, lifting your cheer skirt and slapping you hard on the ass. Eddie jumped as the sound rang out loudly through the room, echoing all around. But you responded to the slap with a short moan, and holy fucking shit, that was the hottest thing Eddie had ever heard in his life.

His cock throbbed, filling out in his jeans. His heart was beating so hard he could barely hear the clinking sound of Steve urgently unbuckling his belt, undoing his jeans and pushing them down just enough to free his hard cock. Eddie hated to admit it, but Steve was huge. Maybe not quite as thick as Eddie, but…

He watched, practically drooling on the floor as Steve pulled your panties down, dropping them on the floor. He tried to get a good look at you - fuck, one look at your pussy and he could die a happy man. But he couldn’t quite see with Steve’s body in the way - which only pissed Eddie off more.

Steve rubbed his hands over the round of your ass - even more perfect with your panties off and skirt pushed up - like he was admiring it. Hell, he couldn’t blame him - Eddie would do the same.

“Why don’t you show me why they call you the King, Steve,” you taunted, pushing your ass back against his hips. Eddie’s breath hitched.

Steve hissed at the contact against his cock, then chuckled, slapping your ass one more time. “Oh, baby. I’ll have you screaming my name before you know what fuckin’ hit you.”

Steve dragged his cock through your folds, and Eddie tried to get a better look. You were a little too far away to see, too far to make out details - it frustrated him. But then Steve pushed inside of you and you whined, dropping your head forward, and Eddie’s cock twitched.

He was fully hard. As Steve pulled his hips back and began fucking into you, making you whine and moan, Eddie palmed himself over his jeans. He ignored Steve, picturing himself in his place. That only made his cock ache more, precum leaking from his tip and soaking his boxers.

He had to do something. You were right there, getting fucked, and Eddie was here to watch it. 

He unbuckled his belt and slid his zipper down as slowly as possible, trying not to make a single noise. His body was buzzing with anxiety and excitement. When he got them open without alerting either of you, he reached into his boxers and started stroking himself, his rings cool against his hot skin.

Fuck. His eyes locked on where you and Steve were joined, where Steve was bucking his hips desperately, pulling you back onto his cock with every thrust. He pictured his own cock disappearing inside of your pussy, how warm and wet it would feel, how you would cry and moan for him instead.

He didn’t mean to - but Eddie moaned.

His eyes went wide, hand freezing its movements. He watched you and Steve, utterly frozen in place, his blood cold.

But neither of you noticed. Steve was grabbing your ponytail now, pulling it hard so you were forced to look into the mirror at him fucking you.

“You like that?” Steve huffed. “You like watching yourself get fucked?”

Oh god.

“Yes,” you moaned, practically crying out as Steve rutted his cock into you at a brutal pace. “I love watching you fuck me.”

Oh god, oh god.

Eddie pulled his cock out and squeezed it, precum dripping from his slit. He rubbed his thumb through it, spreading it down his shaft. He was flicking his wrist quickly, his breath coming out in little huffs. 

The pretty little noises coming from your mouth were making him ache like he never had. When he closed his eyes, he could almost imagine he was the one fucking you. He closed them for a minute, listening to your moans and gasps and whines, picturing you wrapped tight around him while he buried himself in you, making you feel so good.

“Eddie, Eddie, Eddie!” you would cry instead.

Why don’t you let me show you why they call me the freak?

He opened his eyes again in time to see Steve pull you up by your hair, pulling your back flush against his chest while his other hand gripped onto your left hip. Steve roughly pulled up your cheer top and sports bra, and - oh fuck, those were your actual tits.

Eddie whimpered, his hips bucking into his fist uncontrollably. He planted his hand on the shower wall for support, twisting his hand around his cock faster and faster.

Steve ran his hand over your tits and down your body, until he reached that pretty pussy Eddie could only get the slightest glimpse of, and started rubbing quick circles against your clit. You keened, dropping your head back against his shoulder, soft lips parted in a silent gasp.

Eddie pumped his cock more aggressively, pulsing in his hand as he felt himself getting closer. His eyes were set on your tits, bouncing with every thrust from Steve - from Eddie, he pictured in his mind.

“Steve…oh god,” you whimpered, body nearly going limp in Steve’s arms. “‘m gonna cum.”

Those words coming from your mouth made Eddie nearly choke. He catalogued them in his brain for later, ready to play on repeat when he was alone and needy. He gave his cock a few quick jerks before slowing down, squeezing with the upstroke and thumbing his head. He shuddered - he was getting close, too.

“Come on, baby, make a mess all over my cock for me. Wanna feel you cum around me,” Steve encouraged, his voice raspy. God, you were all close.

You let out whimpering moans as he brought you higher and higher, the sound hotter than anything Eddie had ever heard. The quietest moan clawed its way from his throat - he couldn’t help it. He was so close and you were right there putting on such a good show, and his cock was throbbing in his hand, balls clenching tight as he was ready to blow probably the biggest load of his life.

“Oh my god, oh my god,” you cried. “I- oh fuck, oh my god-“

Eddie knew the second you came, because you cried out loudly, gasping and shaking against Steve as your orgasm crashed through you, Steve smirking and fucking you harder as he whispered praises in your ear.

The second your body seized up with pleasure, making those hot little noises, it hit Eddie like a fucking truck. His jaw dropped open and he moaned, forgetting himself, electricity shooting up his spine. He flicked his wrist faster, cumming harder than he ever had, his spend landing against the shower curtain in endless ropes. He worked himself through it, working every last bit of cum out of his dick until there was nothing left.

He opened his eyes again just in time to see Steve with you bent over the counter again, pounding hard into you from behind - until he groaned, loud, stilling as he came inside you. Fuck, you let him cum inside?

Steve pulled out of you, and Eddie could see his cum dripping down your inner thigh. Holy fucking shit. That image was getting filed away in his brain, too.

“Knew you’d come back,” Steve laughed cockily, tucking himself away and redoing his jeans. He had that stupid fucking smirk on his face that pissed Eddie off so bad every time it was directed at you.

“I wouldn’t say that,” you mumbled. You pulled your top and sports bra over your head, pushed your skirt to the floor. “I was horny and you asked.”

“Sure, baby,” Steve smirked. He ran his hand over your ass again. “Just remember all this belongs to me. And everyone knows it.”

“I’m going to take a shower.” You ignored him, grabbing your bag and heading for the showers. Eddie backed up away from the curtain, afraid you’d see him through the crack.

“Want me to join you?” he asked, but he was already picking up his backpack.

“Go home, Harrington.”

Steve just laughed. He slung his bag over his shoulder and left, letting the door fall closed behind him. He heard the shower start a few stalls down, and he let out a deep breath.

He had to clean up the cum on the curtain, he realized. Fuck. He looked all around before spotting a dirty towel, wiping his mess off the curtain and throwing the towel back in the dirty laundry.

Eddie snuck out of the shower stall and through the locker room. He didn’t relax a single bit until he was out of the locker room and safely down the hall, pushing the exit doors open and speed walking to his van.

Had he taken it too far?

But shit, that was worth it.

After the shower incident, Eddie made himself take a step back.

The post nut clarity had hit him hard after, like a punch to the face. He had taken it too far. Imagine if you knew what he’d done - he’d be even more of a Hawkins pariah than he already was. That didn’t bother him as much as the thought that you’d hate him.

He tried to stop thinking about you, he really did. He didn’t open the yearbook or stick his hand down his pants for 3 days. That was pretty much a record.

But you made it so hard. Just by existing, by being in the vicinity, Eddie could never think about anything else. He wanted you like he’d never wanted anything, not just your body but all of you. He wanted you to be his so bad he could barely breathe.

So how was he supposed to keep it together when you were right in front of him? When you giggled with your friends with that beautiful smile on your face, those glossed lips he longed to kiss. When you performed a cheer routine and made every other girl on the team look like a total amateur. When you answered a difficult question in class that just proved you had beauty and brains. They didn’t often go hand in hand.

And when you approached him after class Thursday, he swore his heart stopped. That’s the only way you’d be approaching him outside of the normal schedule - which he knew by heart. The only explanation was that he must have died and somehow gone to heaven, and you were the angel here to greet him.

You were wearing a short denim skirt and pink sweater today, your hair styled and earrings dangling from your lobes. You could have worn a garbage bag and you would still have taken his breath away.

“Hey Eddie,” you greeted as you found him by his locker, the sweetest smile on your face. You leaned against the wall of lockers next to him, clutching your books to your chest.

“O-oh…hey,” he greeted you back, trying to look casual as he was freaking out. “What’s up?”

“I was just thinking…” You glanced over, smiling and waving back at one of the cheerleaders as she passed by. You turned your attention back to Eddie - your plush lips shined with whatever lipgloss you were wearing, and Eddie longed to taste it, lick it right off. “Are you free tonight?”

He couldn’t help it - his eyes widened, mouth parting in shock before he could mask his surprise. “Yes- um, I mean, yeah. I’m free. What for?”

“Could we maybe…meet?” You looked up at him through your eyelashes, looking like the picture of innocence - which he knew very well you were not. The contrast of your sweet expression with the girl he saw getting fucked in the school locker room sent his heart racing, cock filling out in his jeans. “Our usual spot?”

“Yeah? Yeah, of course,” he said quickly, nodding his head, curls bouncing. “3:30?”

“That’s perfect.” You smiled even bigger at him, looking like an absolute angel. “Thanks, Eddie. See you there.”

Eddie watched as you walked off, hips swaying, a million people stopping to greet or talk to you as you walked down the hall. Eddie wondered what it must be like to be popular. He wasn’t interested in it for himself, but it was a whole other world to him.

He wanted to tell the guys immediately that he was seeing you today, but thought better of it. They’d just laugh at him, ruin his excitement. This was for him - he held it close to his chest.

After school, he walked to the clearing as fast as his long legs could take him, metal lunchbox in hand. He didn’t have much on him today - he wasn’t expecting to ask to meet. Fridays were definitely his biggest days for sales, not so much the rest of the week.

He gave himself a pep talk as he trekked through the woods behind the school, ducking under branches and feet crunching on dead leaves. He thought about what he’d say - he had to be confident. He couldn’t be stuttering over his words like he had earlier. He rehearsed in his head the things he might say, over and over like he was running lines for a performance. He supposed he was.

When he reached the clearing, he sat on the edge of the picnic table. He picked up a dead leaf on the wood, fidgeting with it, tearing it apart piece by piece, crunching it between his fingers.

At the sound of footsteps, he jumped off the table, looking into the trees. He was sweating, and pretty sure he was currently having heart palpitations. He didn’t know if he’d ever be able to look at you without feeling like he was being hunted for sport.

You were alone - Carol and Tina nowhere to be found, much to Eddie’s relief. You smiled at him as you walked into the clearing. Somehow you looked even more beautiful than when he had seen you earlier. You had a scratch on your knee, probably from a sharp branch brushing against you on the way here. Your foot caught on a tree root on the way to the table, and Eddie rushed forward, catching you before you could hit the ground.

“Woah,” he said, casual, although the feeling of touching you, having you in his arms, sent his heart racing. “Careful, sweetheart.”

“Thanks,” you said, your cheeks hot as you stood back up. “Embarrassing.”

“Not at all.” Eddie smiled kindly, and you realized in that moment that he had a really nice smile. A pretty smile. Eddie wasn’t a bad looking guy at all - he was cute, actually - and he was sweet, too. You found the nerdy thing to be endearing, his bad boy look enticing.

You took a seat on one side of the picnic table, so Eddie slid into the other side. He flipped open his lunchbox. “What can I help you with today, princess? I’m a little low on supply today, but I can get more from home.”

You looked around. “I had just been thinking…” You tapped your fingernails nervously on the wood, avoiding Eddie’s eyes. “I guess I was just wondering…if you have anything…stronger?”

Eddie’s eyes widened. He hadn’t been expecting that. He was shocked enough when he’d first learned that little miss Queen of Hawkins was a bit of a stoner - something that turned him on, if he was honest - but something beyond just weed?

“Um…” he thought for a second, mentally going over his supply. “I don’t have anything on me, but at the house I have some stuff. Have you ever done shrooms?”

You broke out into a grin. “No. Have you?”

“Oh yeah,” he laughed. “I, uh, have some at the house, if you want to…get some?”

You smiled even bigger. “Oh, hell yeah. That sounds amazing.” You thought for a second. “I could ride home with you after practice?”

Eddie practically choked on air at that. “Ride- home? With me? To my house?”

You laughed, although a little awkwardly. “Yeah. You did say it was at the house, right? I mean I definitely don’t have to if you don’t want me to-“

“No!” Eddie said, too fast and too loud. “No. I mean, yeah, it’s fine. You can…uh, we’ll ride to my place together after practice. I’ll hang around.”

He was never ashamed of who he was or where he came from, but the idea of you standing in his trailer made him sweat even worse. But at the same time - you in his house? In his room, even?

“Cool,” you smiled. “You can always come watch practice, y’know, if you want.”

Eddie wasn’t about to say he had watched practice multiple times already, so he just nodded. “Yeah. Okay, yeah, I’ll hang out and watch.”

You smiled even bigger. You actually looked excited at the thought of Eddie watching you practice. “Practice ends at 5, so we can go to your place then.” Something occurred to you then, your smile fading. “Will your, uh…parents be there?”

“No, I live with my uncle,” Eddie explained. “And he works nights at the plant making the big bucks, so…just us.”

You seemed relieved at that. “That must be cool, having the house to yourself all night.”

Eddie shrugged sheepishly. “It can be. I usually just get high and fuck around on my guitar until I pass out.” And, you know, jerk off to your picture with your panties and lotion. It’s not like he had any girls coming over.

Until now. This would be the first time he’d ever had a girl over, and it was you. He had to be dreaming, right?

“Sounds like a good night,” you giggled. You stood from the table, throwing your bag over your shoulder. “I have to run to practice now, but I’ll see you after?”

“Yeah, of course. Won’t let you down,” Eddie said, then felt like a total idiot. “I’ll meet you out front.”

“Sounds good.” You gave him that beautiful smile, the one that always sent him reeling. “See you then, Eddie.”

He watched you go, frozen in place. It’s like his brain short circuited every time you said his name, like he felt it was something too lowly to roll off your tongue, but it always made him ache. Once he snapped out of it, he grabbed his stuff and headed for the field.

At least he could watch you without hiding this time.

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JJ x Kook! reader, fic is inspired by the weeknd's song with the same name. This fic contains cheating, the portrayal of a toxic relationship, unprotected sex all that. This is mostly angst and smut and I'm honestly surprised at how good i am at writing angst. –„IN WHICH you and JJ blur the line between friendship and something more on a whim, and with the intent to keep things casual. But somewhere along the way things get messy in a way that JJ isn't so sure he is fond of anymore. Especially when he finds himself as the other man.

Pillow talk and pleading the fifth amendment (18+) | pt. 1 pt. 2 r.c flashback. pt.3 r.c flashback r.c and reader texts r.c flashback r.c flashback part two r.c flashback r.c flashback pt.4 pt.5 pt.6 pt.7

Pogue! reader, love triangle between you, Rafe and JJ. Although my initial plan was getting the reader to end up with JJ there will be 2 alternative endings to this fic! –„IN WHICH you’ve been in love with JJ Maybank for as long as you can remember—until he chooses Kiara. In the wreckage of your heartbreak, you find yourself in Rafe Cameron’s bed, again and again. It’s a mistake you keep making, like picking at a wound that won’t heal. He's cruel where JJ was kind, calculated where JJ was free, and yet, somehow, you keep crawling back. It isn’t love. It isn’t even comfort. It’s control lost in the dark—his hands on your hips, his mouth on your throat, and that smirk he wears when he ruins you. You tell yourself you can stop. That you’re not one of them. But every time he touches you, it gets harder to remember who you were before this.

Lucky charm | pt. 1 pt. 2 pt.3 pt. 4 pt.5 pt.6

JJ x Mermaid! reader, although there's a lot of sea nymph culture in this fic, this was requested when i started this blog so i held it close to my heart since it was my first request! –„IN WHICH JJ decides to go out surfing on a hurricane and gets saved from almost drowning by a figure which he didn't get the chance to look at. Or even confirm it was a person. His friends humor JJ and call him insane, but will they finally believe him when he shows them the person he found in the beach cave?

Cherry bomb | prologue. pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5

Drummer! Frat boy! Rafe x bitchy reader who hates his band –„IN WHICH your roommate starts dating the bassist of a rising college band, dragging you into a world of parties, late-night gigs, and too many eyes. One pair in particular: Rafe Cameron’s. He’s the drummer, the golden boy with a temper, and he acts like he can’t stand you—but you’ve caught him staring more times than you can count. When a rumor spins out of control, you're forced into a fake relationship to save face, and suddenly you’re spending too much time with someone who’s been quietly watching you for months. It’s supposed to be pretend—until the tension boils over, and the line between obsession and affection gets dangerously thin. He says you’re his muse. You’re starting to believe he means it.

Glass eyed creatures (18+) | prologue. head-cannons! pt.1 pt.2

Step bro! Rafe x shy! bambi! reader –„IN WHICH your mother marries into the Cameron family, and you're forced to move into a house that doesn’t feel like yours. Rafe—your new stepbrother—barely acknowledges you at first. He’s older, sharper, beautiful in a cruel way. But something shifts. The silence between you becomes pointed. His glances too long. His comments too cutting. There’s a tension in the house, in the air, in the way he always seems to be near when you’re most vulnerable. You try to ignore it, pretend it’s in your head—but Rafe doesn’t hide it well. Not the fixation. Not the control. And not the way he watches you like you were made to be his. You’re the quiet girl in the wrong house. He’s the golden boy with too many secrets. And when the line between teasing and torment begins to blur, you realize you’re not sure if you want to run—or if you’ve already started crawling toward him.

Just the tip | (18+)

Step bro! Rafe x bratty! stepsister! reader –„IN WHICH a quiet night on the couch turns explicit when you catch your stepbrother scrolling through his porn history on the living room TV. He teases you with it—filthy tags, shameless searches, too close for comfort—and before you know it, he’s got you pinned beneath him on the couch, panties pushed to the side. What starts as a taunt becomes an unrelenting fuck—rough, degrading, and dripping with tension. He makes you take every inch, calls you names you swore you hated, and fucks you until you’re crying, twitching, and soaked through.

Room service| (18+)

Step bro! Rafe x bratty! stepsister! reader –„IN WHICH after the first time (“just the tip”—a lie that neither of you believed), you and Rafe managed to keep your secret. Barely. There were a few close calls, lingering looks over dinner, your mom’s suspicious questions about why your laundry smelled like his cologne.. but no one caught you. Now your family’s on vacation, crammed into a suite with paper-thin walls and one shared bathroom. You’ve been teasing him all day—short skirts, bending over just a little too far—and by the time the lights go out, he’s done pretending to behave. You barely make it to the bathroom before he’s following you in, locking the door, and shoving you against the counter, forcing you to watch yourself take every inch.

T.A stands for tits and ass | (18+)

Professor! Older! Rafe x student! reader –„IN WHICH you confront professor Cameron about his grading, what starts as a sharp-tongued argument twists into something else entirely. One challenge turns into another, until you’re on his desk with his tie in your fist and his glasses crooked from the way you push them up mid-fuck. Between mocking quips and filthy corrections, he proves there are some lessons you’ll only learn with your skirt hitched up and his body pressing you into the wood.

The last hit

Best friend! Rafe x reader –„IN WHICH you share the last hit of the joint with your best friend, only to realize that shot gunning him from now on might involve more or less making out.

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SEASON ONE.

chapter one - the vanishing of will byers

chapter two - the weirdo on maple street

chapter three - holly, jolly

chapter four - the body

chapter five - the flea and the acrobat

chapter six - the monster

chapter seven - the bathtub

chapter eight - the upside down

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“Uh— yeah. What else ‘m I menta say, princess? Hey— look it.” Cue: his dumb smirk, him perking up, plus that stupid hot tonging thing he does at the corner of his lip. Then, because he’s possibly the most shameless person ever to exist — and because again, you thought it was a good idea to bring him bra shopping??? — he snatches the article of clothing off of the rack, fumbles with it between his ring-clad fingers, and presses it up to your chest.

Mind you, people are surrounding you. People who were doing their own shopping, and are now distracted by two dumb teenagers doing even dumber shit.

JJ’s lips instantly curl even deeper into that trademarked, stupid hot smirk of his as he pictures your flesh filling the cups, even as you try to wriggle away. He lets out a low whistle, eyes flirting with yours as he presses his hands against the sides of your sadly clothed tits — mainly just because he can. Also because he knows deep in your heart, you love it. He basically straight up purrs; “Damn baby. Y’gotta get this one. Swear, y’tits would look like— like perfect fuckin’ pearls or somethin’ in it.”

“Pearls?? Jayj, what’s goin’ on with your vocabulary—“ You giggle, pushing his hands off from your chest, much to his dismay. Genuinely, the second his hands aren’t essentially palming at the fat on your chest, he withers away into a kicked golden retriever puppy.

“Pearls!!” He surges forward after another beat or two of sulking, apparently too obsessed with you to give more than a damn about self pity right now. His arms wrap lazily around you, his chin hooking over your shoulder to stare lovingly, and adorning a particularly smug grin as you continue to flick through bras — as you intended to in the first place. JJ squeezes at your waist, tugging you flush against his chest while murmuring into the shell of your ear, “C’monnnn baby, you gotta get what I mean. Like— perfect. ‘N’ priceless. ‘N’ pretty as fuck.”

“Thanks, I think??” You squint at the blonde from the corner of your eye, trying ( and failing ) to suppress your lovesick smile. He replies, fully aware of his effects on you, "No worries babe."

Suddenly you’re finding it hard to concentrate — unsurprisingly, given how your boyfriend’s currently flexing his fingers and slipping them under the hem of your shirt. Your breath hitches, and your grip on the bra still in your hands slackens for a beat longer than what you’re comfortable with. You snap back into reality, once shoving his hands off your skin and whining. "Jayj, genuinely—" 

That’s the only reason he lets up for a bit. The only reason he rolls his eyes, huffs out an exaggerated “Fineee,” and stops ( ish ) from basically drooling over the picture of your breasts — and the hissed reminders of the people around. He slings back around to face the clothes rack, one hand sliding across your waist as he does so, while going back to riffling through the mix of lace and padding. Apparently it’s bad luck if he’s not touching you. He tilts his head back, eyes meeting yours with that pretty ass twinkle, “Hey, what’s y’cup size again, princess?”

“You don’t know? Jeeze, JJ — expected better from you,” You quip. Seemingly the joke hurts him deeply: his head whips back at your figure, eyes widened and mouth slightly agape as he gasps out in offence. It’s honestly comical, even as he slides his smirk back on and teases, “Hey— I got a basic idea, a’ight? Don’t put down my tit knowledge. Ever. ‘Specially yours.”

“This good enough?” He steals another bra off and places it right in front of your face for approval — this time a black one, with a tiny little red bow between the cups and a lace strap. You roll your eyes, taking the dangling tag and flipping it over to check the cup and band measurements, and you’ll never guess. “Damn. That’s, yeah, exactly my size.”

“Wait f’real?” He brightens, evidently a tad bit surprised at his own skill. Clearly he in fact was not playing around with his tit knowledge!! He’s bursting into a fit of laughter, his face splitting as he does so. He adjusts his cap as he chuckles: “See!! Y’gotta have faith in me babe, you’ve wounded me for no reason.”

“Sorry Jay. Guess I underestimated you.” He slips back closer to you, one hand placing itself against your skin.

“Yeahh, thinkin’ I might need somethin’ to make me feel better.” He quirks his head in faux-thought, darting his eyes back to your curious form. It’s not that hard to assume what he’s currently thinking about — by now you can read him like a book, and his entire demeanour is essentially screaming ‘manslut for his girl’. Honestly you’re sort of worried about the answer when you prompt him; “Mhm, whatcha imaginin’?”

You watch as the plan practically formulates itself in his so very JJ mind — and given the way his tongue darts out to play at the corner of his lips, it’s devious. His hands move to squeeze at your shoulders, gently pushing you into another area of the store. “Got some ideas.”

Andddd  he’s escorting you to the lingerie section, somehow even more enthusiastically than before.

His hips slammed into you, hard and fast, cock hitting all the right spots, just how you liked it. But not tonight, tonight it felt like too much. Too much, too fast, too soon. You whimpered as tears filled your eyes, a sense of panic and overwhelm filling you, choking you, and you just couldn't do it. Above you, Rafe had his eyes closed, head tilted back as he groaned in pleasure, lost in the moment and completely oblivious to your situation.

"Red!" you gasped out, trembling as you started to hyperventilate. The second he heard you, his eyes snapped open and he was pulling out, moving slowly and gently so as not to hurt you. The moment his cock slid free, you rolled onto your side and curled up into a protective ball, pressing a hand against your chest as you continued to shake, feeling the rapid beat of your heart against your palm.

He sat up and slowly reached out for you, placing his hand lightly on your shoulder, watching you flinch at the contact. "Shit, baby, I'm so sorry I should have noticed," he whispered as he moved closer, pulling you into his lap and holding you against his chest. "Good girl, you're so perfect, so good f'me, telling me red, thank you sweet girl, you know I never wanna hurt you baby."

He held you close, one arm wrapped around you and the other running through your hair as he placed soft kisses to your head and forehead. His dick was hard and aching where it was pressed against you, but that couldn't have been further from his mind. He would never, never, try something with you when you were like this, his own need a minor and inconsequential thing compared to yours in this moment; the only thing he cared about was making sure you were okay, making sure you felt safe, loved and cared for.

He pressed his hand over your heart, feeling the erratic flutter of your pulse as you continued to hyperventilate. "I need you to breathe for me baby, okay? C'mon, in through your nose, out through your mouth, that's it nice and deep, sweetheart." You breathed with him, your breaths syncing up with the steady rise and fall of his chest. The pressure of his hand on your chest helped to ground you, your panic lessening with his guidance and you relaxed into him, laying your head on his shoulder.

"You wanna tell me what happened, baby?" He pressed two fingers under your chin and used them to gently tilt it upwards so your eyes met his. You sniffled and shook your head as tears continued to run down your cheeks, watching as his wide eyes, filled with concern and love, scanned your face for a clue as to what was going on. "That's okay princess, we can talk about it later, yeah? Let's just get you wrapped up and cozy, sound good?"

You nodded and brought your hand up to roughly wipe away your tears, but Rafe's hand came up, gently capturing your wrist and bringing it back down to your side. "None of that, you need to treat my girl with care, got it?" His large, warm palms cupped your checks, thumbs brushing away your tears tenderly.

He rolled you over, laying you down and making sure you were comfortable before he moved to sit on the edge of the bed. "I'm gonna go get you some water and something to eat, okay? I'll only be in the next room, and I need to you to call for me if you need me." He got up and walked out, but not before turning back and reminding you to call for him if you needed anything, that he was serious and it didn't matter how small it was he would do anything for you.

Tears began to well up again and you pressed the heels of your palms against your eyes; how did you end up with someone as sweet as him? He was so perfect — putting your needs before his, worrying about you, making sure you were comfortable and safe. This wasn't the first time this had happened, sometimes things got to be too overwhelming for you, and each time he'd stopped immediately, no questions asked, no whining about not getting to cum. No, he listened to you if you needed to talk, and if not, he just seemed to know exactly what you needed, even without you saying.

A few minutes later, he walked back into the room, carrying a glass of water and a plate with a sliced up apple on it, placing them onto the bedside table before sitting you up and climbing back into bed, situating himself behind you so you were sitting between his legs with your back to his chest.

"Open up for me, sweet girl," he murmured, bringing the glass up to your lips and giving you small sips of the water. He placed the glass back down, pulling the duvet up over your legs and putting the plate on your lap. He wrapped one arm around your waist, placing a gentle kiss on your neck before reaching for an apple slice. "Need you to try and eat something f'me, okay? Just a little bit then we can lie down, yeah?"

He fed you a few slices slowly, pausing between bites to whisper praises against your skin and pressing kisses anywhere he could reach between words, telling you how much he loved you and how good you were doing for him, his perfect girl. When you'd eaten about half the apple, he put the plate back onto the bedside table and used his grip on you to carefully manoeuvre you both so you were lying down and he was spooning you from behind.

Like this — your back to his chest, his arms wrapped around you, his face tucked in the crook of your neck — you felt completely safe. Completely loved. And you were okay. Because he never wanted anything from you, never pressured you, never forced you to do something you didn't want. He just wanted you. And you were okay.