#strangerthingsmut

“Jesus H Christ, y/n!” He practically screamed, fumbling the grab to towel back to cover his nudity.

Y/n let out a snort rolling her eyes. “Thought you dying to get naked with me, Hargrove”

He sighed “Fuck, a bit of warning would be nice.” He tightened the towel around his hips, his curly blond longs dripping water down his neck and chest. You smirk at him, sliding position so you’re on your kneels on the sheets, crawling towards him mock pouting.

“Where’s the fun in that, Hargrove?”

You laugh and hop off the bed, flicking his forehead, he grunts at you, only mildly annoyed because seconds later he breaks into a smile, picking up his cigarette packet off his chest of drawers, pulling on out with his teeth before tossing it back.

“So what brings you over so early y/n?” He asks raising a brow and scanning the room for his lighter. You swipe it off his nightstand and flick it open, igniting the flame with a slide of your thumb. He nods at you in appreciation and leans in to the flame.

“Well, it’s certainly not early but never mind, I was thinking we could get some beers and a movie?” you smile hopefully, “I have had a shitty week and I could do with unwinding” flopping back onto the bed dramatically throwing your arms over your eyes, stretching up so Billy’s white tank rides up over your hips exposing your mid drift. You can’t help but notice Billy eye fucking you, slowly drawing on his cigarette and licking his lower lip. He catches you and his demeanour changes, sneering a bit.

“Put some damn pants on y/n, if you aren’t here to fuck that is..” he trails off, stubbing out his cigarette in the overflowing ashtray by the nightstand. “ I can think of much better ways to spend a Saturday afternoon”. The weight of him shifts the bed as you peek out from under your arms. You quickly roll to the side and off the bed, grabbing your black jeans and sliding them on.

“In your dreams, Hargrove,” sticking your tongue out at him as you throw him his jeans and top from the floor, straight into his muscular chest. He falls face down on the bed, clutching his chest mock wounded. You can’t help but laugh. “You’re one sexually transmitted infection away from a full house”.

He rolled over and glared at you, sniffing his jeans and t-shirt before pulling them on.

Billy Hargrove had literally been on your ass from day one of meeting. You bumped into him when you first came to town and ever since he’s been trying his best to get into your pants. For the most part he’s let up because you actually have some deep talks and get along well. Plus you know he is actually protective of you despite having the reputation he does. The thing with Billy is, yeah sure he’s attractive but you aren’t interested in becoming a notch on his bed post.

He slung his jacket over his shoulders and picked up his pack of smokes, shoving them into his lapel pocket and lighting up.

“Beers and movie it is.” He said with a dejected smile, maybe you had gone too far with that last bit. Despite Billy being an absolute player, you have known him for a long time now and he’s actually been a great friend. Well, when he’s not trying to be a friend with benefits.

- Billys POV

Y/n’s last comment did sting a bit but he wasn’t about to admit that to her, or anyone for that matter. Billy liked to keep his feelings close to his chest. The person who knew him best was y/n and although admittedly he lusted after her, he also valued her friendship. Except for the mothers, sisters and generally any females Not many people in Hawkin’s gave him the time of day except y/n. He often lay awake at night, looking out his window, the echos of the day ringing in his ears, the cold expanse of his bed beside him, thinking about love. Maybe it was just frustration.

“So what movie are we getting doll face?” He was one handed driving his beloved camero, window down and his elbow resting on the door frame. “Please tell me it’s something x rated?” He chuckled, wiggling his eyebrows in her direction.

“Eh no way, and don’t even think about tricking me again.” Y/n’s finger pointed at him as she turned in her seat. She was mock angry. Harrington had done him a solid last time by swapping out the vhs of her horror movie for something racy. But then that was back when he was really trying to get some action. Maybe she was a lesbian after all. His mind wandered back over the times he tried to seduce her, most women would be begging him but not y/n.

“Oh! I almost forgot, can you take me somewhere? I have a teensy errand to run?” Billy wasn’t listening, he was driving on auto pilot and his eyes had glazed.

“Hey! Hargrove! Earth to Billy” y/n was snapping her fingers in front of him and waving her hands.

He coughed and smiled at her, “eh sorry, Miles away. You…” he started hesitantly, searching for the answer.

“.. wanted to run an errand” she finished, sliding down in her seat, feet on the dash. She always took her combat boots off in the car otherwise Billy would have been pissed.

“Yeah no problem, where to?”.

Reefer Rick’s

Billy pulls the Camaro up a dirt road and stops in front of a run down lake house. He looks at you in distaste.

“If I knew what you wanted I probably wouldn’t have agreed to this.” You roll your eyes at him and step out of the car, closing it behind you.

“I’ll be quick I promise.” You say leaning in the open window. You shoot him a beaming smile and bound up the steps, knocking the secret knock on the peeling wooden door.

A few moments later, the door is pulled open, music and laughter spill out onto the porch as a figure laughs back into the room as though he was mid joke when he opened the door, he slowly turns and looks at you. You breath catches in your throat as you let your eyes take him in.

His slender muscular body dotted with tattoos that disappeared beneath his nerdy baseball tshirt. Ripped jeans, a chunky silver chain hanging attached to a black leather belt and, in true metal style, a bandana swinging from his back pocket. His long curly brown hair frames his face and you find yourself staring into those deep brown eyes.

He’s looking at you with his lips slightly parted, caught off guard.

“Eh… hi I, eh, I am looking for Rick” you stutter awkwardly. Looking down at your boots and scuffing the toe against the wooden deck of the porch. You look back up him, hands clasped behind your back, swinging your body slight side to side.

“Ah, yeah, Um, sure.. c-come in.” He mumbles, opening the door wider and gesturing with his arms. “ he’s in the den”.

You brush passed him, stepping into the hall, smelling the scent of weed, beer and his cologne. It smells incredible . Wtf you think, who is this guy?

“Y/n! Long time no see babe, where you been chillin’ girl?” Rick shouts from the couch, arms up in the air like he’s riding a rollercoaster. He was slight obscured by a haze of smoke and the golden hour rays of the sun beaming in the back screen.

You laugh and give him the horns, sticking out your tongue. “ yeah I’m good Rick, just swung by to get a little something ya know?”

Rick tossed a baggie over the coffee table. “ That shit is premo so go easy!” he leaned back into the couch, taking a draw and exhaling slowly, his eyes closing. “You can pay me back later doll, I know you’re good for it”

You look down at the baggie, swipe it off the table with a smile and hold it up in the air. “We cool, Rick?” you ask wiggling the bag in the air. He nods, not opening his eyes, melting in the couch and a world beyond. You shrug, stuffing it into your leather jacket pocket, turning on your heel and coming face to face with him. He’s leaning in the door frame, arms crossed, tapping his fingers on his bicep. You can’t help but let your eyes wander for a second, his black nails, heavily ringed fingers with skulls and satanic symbols. Shit. You look up slow and see that he is tracing his eyes over you as well, it makes your stomach flutter. Smirking you walk towards him slowly, exaggerating your hip movements into a sexy swagger. He looks you in the eyes and gulps, his Adam’s apple moving in his throat slowly.

She opened her eyes and fixed her gaze on the terrifying skull poster that stared back at her blankly, this would make it easier. She hoped.

“Where to start… alright… so I said I was a ghost at school, no one notices me or sees me, right? I’ve always been on the fringes, like you, but worse I guess. At least I don’t get bullied but god any human contact would be good… anyway, I’ve always admired that about you that despite how different you are, you’re not afraid to be yourself. It made me feel stronger and inspired me… also I saw you for you. I’ve been to almost every one of your Corroded Coffin shows, I see you around school with the guys, those younger boys and how they look up to you, how sweet you are with them. How you take care of your uncle here at home too because I’ll bet you didn’t know I’ve lived here all my life too, right in this trailer park. I’ve been held back at school because…. “ her voice cracked as she felt how she really felt about Eddie bubbling up and out of her throat like soap, making her feel sick. She cleared her throat. “ Because I wanted to pluck up the courage to talk to you, you fill my every waking thought, you are in my dreams and I cannot for the life of me shake you out of my mind.” Her eyes had welled up, tears silently spilling down her cheeks. “ I thought that… no, I hoped that by joining Hellfire Club that I would get to know you, really and truly and maybe this pain in my heart would go away, that this crush would just fuck off and stop choking me… but it hasn’t. It’s only bloomed into something else. Something more than a crush and believe me I know this seems crazy because to you I’m just Alice who you’ve known for a week or two but you’re Eddie Munson to me, the boy who has lived next door for years. The boy that I have grown to love.” She was sniffling now, wiping her tears away with the backs of her hands, a deep slow breath in through her mouth. She lowered her head, her arms limply by her sides as she felt the weight of it all fall away, finally she had told him how she felt, it was one scary obstacle complete but what now? What comes after this confession?

After a long silence between them, she started to walk towards his bedroom door, making a move to head back home, curl up in her bed with Mr Pinks and just sleep, deal with it all tomorrow. Her fingers grasped the handle, ready to pull it open and leave. His fingers enveloped hers, silver rings cold against her clammy skin.

“Alice… stay” Eddie spoke no louder than a whisper, taking her hand and turning her around to face him. She kept her eyes lowered until his hand moved up, tilting her chin delicately with his finger. “Is all of that true?” Eddie felt stupid asking, here this poor girl was, pouring her heart out, tears staining her cheeks and that was all he could think of to say. He pulled her hand and guided her over to his bed to sit, placing himself next to her, taking her hands in his. “ are you the one who has been sending me the letters?”. She nodded softly and caught her lower lip in between her teeth. Waiting for him to call her a crazy, psycho stalker bitch and to get the hell out of his room, out of his trailer.

“Thank you…” his fingers brushed a few strands of hair back behind her ear. She slowly looked up into his beautiful eyes, finding that they were red and close to over flowing as well. “ You know I get teased, bullied mercilessly by those Jocks at school, every day those bastards try to grind me down and every day I had a new letter in my locker. At first I thought it was a cruel joke, a big “fuck you” to Eddie the freak. But then I realised that every night I got home, lay in my bed, lay right here, I wanted those folded notes, hungry to read what was written. Those messages filled me with such relief, they let me know that someone somewhere gave a shit. About me. For more than my drugs, or Hellfire or the fact I’m a guitarist.” He swallowed hard, gulping his emotions back down his throat. “That’s the person I came to know… and now she’s merged with the coolest Warlock I have ever met. So thank you.”

They sat there together, her hands engulfed in his as he rubbed his thumb tenderly over her knuckles. She smiled softly at him before letting out a small sob, a tear sliding down her cheek, she never knew that her words could have such a profound effect on him. It wasn’t stupid things, like I love you so much and hearts, that was what she felt certainly but didn’t want to express it that way, it was snippets of poetry, song lyrics, little tales and fantasy stories she made up and reminders to him of his wonderful qualities because she had so often seen him down. He lay back on his bed slowly, hair haloing his head against the pillow, he tapped his fingers against his chest for her to come lay down. She wiped her eyes and crawled up the bed to him, settling down in the crook of his arm and chest, the scent of him filling her senses along with the heat of his skin through his t-shirt. Softly he ran his hand down her back and up again, the repeated motion giving her goosebumps and shivers up her spine, there was another feeling rising in the pit of her stomach. One that was feral, ravenous and blazing white hot, it made her nervous and excited at the same time as she lay against him so still, her nipples twisting into hardened nubs beneath the lace of her bralet.

Eddie was lying back, seemingly peaceful but he was running her words over and over in his head. His heart beating faster each time, a smile spreading across his lips, the musky sweet smell of her perfume forming around him. He could feel her shifting gently against him, he licked his lips feeling them drying as he thought about what it would be like to lift her chin to him, lean in close, her mouth parting slowly, their lips colliding… he felt a stir in his jeans. He was a teenage boy, it was amazing it hadn’t happened before now. Her hand slid across his chest, down over his stomach as she squirmed beside him, barely noticeable but he was hypersensitive to her, his skin goose prickled at her fingertips over his stomach, hooking around his hip to half hug him to her.

“Are you comfortable?” his voice was barely a whisper, trying to restrain his hormonal urges.

She tilted her head up to look at him, her hand sliding back up to the middle of his chest. He caught her gaze, god he never noticed her eyes before, an ocean of green with a few blue flecks like a celestial galaxy. Her lips parted to reply to him but it was too late, he leaned towards her and crashed his lips into hers, she let out a small gasp of surprise. Her skin flushed as she took it all in, the taste of him on her lips, cloaked by his scent, she felt dizzy and euphoric at the same time. That blazing heat rocketing to her core as she clamped her thighs together tightly. She kissed him back with as much passion as she had build for him over the years, her hands gliding up his chest to his neck and over his cheek, thumb rubbing along his smooth jaw. Their mouths parted to allow their tongues to tangle, frantically trying to consume one and other as their hands grasped, shoulders, hips, waists, letting out small breathless moans.

Eddie pulled back first slowly, not wanting to break their kiss, feeling as though it could go for an eternity. He was on top of her after their pulling, touching and teasing was done, her cheeks were flushed and eyes glazed with desire. He was panting ever so slightly, suddenly aware he was rock hard and throbbing against her. Wondering if she could feel him through their jeans. Just like Eddie, Alice was throbbing into her panties, fully aware of him as he had been subconsciously grinding his hips against her giving her the most delicious friction.

“I’m definitely comfortable now, Eddie.” She giggled.

“Is this ok?” He looked at her with concern, wanting to make sure he wasn’t crossing a line. Her body was flushed, hot to the touch but he wanted to hear her say it and then he wouldn’t stop himself unless she asked.

“It’s more than ok, you have no idea how long I’ve dreamed of that moment where we would kiss.”

“ Was it everything your Disney dreams desired?”

“That and more, though I’d doubt dry humping is considered PG”

Eddie moaned and bit his lip, rocking his hips into her again, making her close her eyes in lust. Her hands slide down the expanse of his back, helping him rock into her a few more times and pulling him close to her again.

“I’ve wanted you for so long that it’s physically painful.” She purred in his ear, softly biting his ear lobe, her lips kissing and sucking urgently down his neck, grazing her teeth along the skin. She hooked her fingers into his jeans button, stopping to see his reaction, he pulled away slowly with a grin on his face. “Go ahead Princess, take it if you want it.”

She deftly snapped open his button sliding down the zipper teasingly slow, her teeth caught her lip with anticipation. She had never actually seen a penis before, let alone touched one. She wasn’t sexually experienced at all, well at least with anyone other than herself, and it started to show, her nerves of doing something wrong, of hurting him. Eddie could sense her hesitation, slipping off the side of the bed so he could pull his jeans down, he knelt on the floor beside her, pulling her by the ankles closer to him, nestled between her legs. He wrapped his arms around her waist as she did with his neck, their lips connecting softly once more.

“Ed, I’m sorry I’ve never done this before.”

“Hooking up with a freak in his trailer? or... any of this?”

She blushed and lowered her head in response, she could see the trail of hair down his stomach, disappearing into the waistband of his underwear. God he was so. fucking. hot. She was nervous because this was her first experience but there was not one single person on the planet that she would want more than him.

The secret knock came at the door, you glance over at Rick who just shrugs lazily not moving. The new Metallica track playing on repeat, you’re definitely going to nail this on guitar tonight. Kirk Hammett was a fucking master when it came to guitar, James was awesome too but you sort of styled yourself after Kirk.

“Maaaan, I can’t even feel my legs right now” Rick snorts and starts laughing. The weed is so good that as you’re walking backwards towards the door you start laughing too. You open the door absent-mindedly still laughing with Rick before slowly turning. It feels like slow motion as you lay your eyes on her, the laugh catching in your chest as you scan the person before you.

Sick combat boots, well worn with spikes and chains, tight black jeans, a white tank top cut low at the sides and an oversized leather biker jacket. She’s talking, oh shit, what did she say? You swallow, your throat suddenly feeling dry, is it her or the weed? Clearing your throat you invite her in, her scent invading your senses through the miasma of weed and beers.

Slowly closing the door, you don’t even register Billy leaning against his Camaro outside, one foot on the tire, nonchalantly smoking a Marlboro. No your eyes are fixed on this girl, damn what band is that? You squint walking behind her and leaning in the doorway. Her jacket has a hand painted band logo but you’ve never heard of them. It looks so cool though and your weed addled brain can take your eyes off her. Rick seems to know her pretty well but you’ve never seen her before.

As she closes the door, you turn to look at Rick who is sitting on the couch beginning to roll up again.

“Dude…” you say creeping towards him slowly, “who the fuck was that?!” Eager to know who this strange girl was. He sniggers, turning his head to look at you like you’re dumb, he’s haunched over the coffee table, littered with beer cans, bits of tobacco, tapes of heavy metal bands and other paraphernalia.

“Oh shit dude, that’s y/n. Wait, doesn’t she go to Hawkins with you?” He replies, licking the length of the rolling paper before twirling it in his expert fingers.

You lay back in the couches soft embrace, mind racing, how have I never seen her before?

Monday (Y/N POV)

The day dragged slowly by but finally the bell rang, you stuffed your books into your backpack and hauled it over your shoulder. Picking up the notebook, headphones on, hitting play on the tape deck before meandering your way to the school steps. Billy would be late as per usual, he was finishing up at the pool as a life guard for the kids starting swimming lessons. Summer was firmly on its way, the air smelt of it, you couldn’t get used to the heat since moving here. It hung heavy in the air. Sliding your jacket off, you sat cross legged on the wall to wait for him, pulling out your sketch book and flipping to the latest artwork. An amazingly detailed dragon, a wyvern from your imagination, you often thought about these hellish creatures, the way the bands you listened to described the demons and beasts of hell. That was what really inspired you.

You were so engrossed in what you were doing you didn’t notice a figure skipping down the steps behind you and turning to stand before you. His fingers snapped in front of your face breaking your concentration and startling you, you dropped your pencil. Shit, rip lead.

Pulling your headphones down around your neck you leaned forward instinctively to grab the pencil, your fingers met his and you looked up into those deep eyes, the rings should’ve been a give away. He was awkwardly apologising, handing you the pencil before sitting on the wall beside you to get a better look at your artwork.

“Damn! This is amazing! Where did you learn to draw like that? Oh man, it’s so gnarly” he babbled leaning in closer. That scent again. You felt your stomach flip.

“Woah, down boy!” you laughed, you could hear Billy’s Camaro pull into the lot. “It’s all from my head, dude, I’m a secret nerd.” A small smile plays on your lips, you never gave a shit about popularity, least of all with the Jocks and Cheersluts.

“Well, you know, there is a d’n’d group tomorrow night… d’n’d is…”

“Dungeons and dragons” you cut him off. He started at you, eyes widening with a big cheesy grin. “Yeah I know it, played once or twice but it was a while ago, maybe I’ll check out the group”. You said walking backwards towards Billy, he started honking the horn impatiently. Smiling you hopped in over the passenger door before Billy hit the accelerator and peeled out of the parking lot in a cloud of dust. Your eyes stayed on the guy, swinging his van keys on his fingers, watching you leave incredulously.

Billy’s POV

Stepping into the locker room, he quickly towels down his muscular body, looking at himself in the mirror. He didn’t understand that he could have literally any woman except y/n. Today at the pool he actually had mom’s coming on to him, he was flattered to be honest, he knew for a fact he could satisfy them more than their middle class suburban husbands. He smiled thinking about Mrs Wheeler in her tight one piece, her nipples hard from the cold water of the pool and he had to admit for an older woman she had a rocking bod. She looked like she took care of herself despite having Nancy and Mike.

Finishing up getting dressed he tossed his wet towel and trunks in his duffle and strode out into the setting sun, lighting a cigarette and hopping into his camaro. Y/n would be waiting for him patiently, as always, outside Hawkins High. They would probably hit a diner on the way home since he couldn’t be bothered to make anything before taking her home.

Pulling into the parking lot, def leppard playing on the stereo lowly, he spotted her at the bottom on the school steps and pulled up to the curb. She was talking to some freak. Well he was talking to her. Billy tightened his jaw in slight jealousy as she watched them laugh together, he blasted the horn to let her know he was impatiently waiting.

Eddie found himself fantasising at nights, his hand creeping beneath the sheets, under the waistband of his shorts to pump his achingly hard cock, especially on Tuesday nights after she left him high and dry in his bed, lips sore from their frantic making out. He would find that he was constantly leaking precum from the tip, it felt so good when he swiped his thumb over it, taking a firm grasp of his shaft and pumping hard and fast to a leg shaking orgasm whilst thinking about her lips and hands all over him. Afterwards he would sit on the porch, the tip of his cigarette illuminating his face as he glared jealously as Billy’s trailer, knowing somewhere inside he lay close to you.

One evening pretty late he heard tapping at his window, he was lost in his thoughts of you, touching and teasing himself over the fabric of his shorts as he always did. He was thinking of scandalous scenarios, you over the desk at hellfire club, dressed as a hot little cheerslut as he railed you hard from behind, what you would look like on your knees before him, chin dripping saliva as you sucked him hungrily. The tapping made him jump, so deep in his sinful thoughts and he rolled out of bed panicked, wiping his hands on the sheets before pulling on his sweats clumsily, he strode over to the window, his pale muscular chest on display randomly dotted with tattoos. His black pick necklace still firmly around his neck as he pulled back the curtain to see you standing there. He blinked, mouth agape and rubbed his eyes, surely this must be a dream. He shifted awkwardly, his sweat pants not leaving an double at what he had been doing.

You smiled up at him “hey, Munson, you going to let me in or what?” She whispered loud enough so he could hear with a wicked grin on her lips. He fumbled with the latch and pushed the window open as wide as it would go, she hoisted herself up and clambered inside.

“What are you, the night stalker?” He smirked, crossing his arms now conscious of his naked chest, oogling his body, drifting down to his crotch. She bite her lip and giggled at him lighting a cigarette, taking a draw and plonking herself at the foot of his bed. He felt her eyes scan over him and blushed remembering that he had just been thinking of bending her over the d’n’d table and taking her right then and there, how soft her skin would be and how tight and wet…

“Earth to Munson, do you read me?” her hands cupped around her mouth to accentuate her voice. He scratched the back of his neck nervously, before stuffing his hands into his pockets in an attempt to hide that was back at full mast. “S-sorry, I guess I’m still half asleep” he offered a shy smile and she rolled her eyes.

“You don’t look half asleep to me…” she sucked the end of her cigarette slowly, gesturing with her eyes to his bulging crotch. Even more obvious because of the loose clothing. His cheeks flushed red and he swung to the side embarrassed.

“No, I, I like it.” Her eyes locked with his and he gulped. What did she just say? He stared at her with his lips parted, trying to say excuse me? He couldn’t form the words, all the blood was flowing firmly to his cock, it was all he could feel as the rest of his body felt numb at her words.He swallowed hard and walked over to her, lust over taking his brain as he blurred his desires with his fantasies. “Y/n,” he whispered, tilting her chin upwards to look at him, his eyes searching her face, asking for permission.

She reached for him, grasping around his waist and pulling him closer. Her fingers toyed with the waistband of his sweats, he didn’t stop her. Their eyes kept contact as she slid them down slowly, he felt the exposure of the cool night air on his buttocks before she pushed them down to his ankles, inhaling sharply as he felt his cock spring free, bouncing inches from her face. A drop of precum formed on the tip, his teeth caught his lower lip as his breathing became heavier. He watched her as she scanned his torso , tracing over every inch of his body, feeling light headed when she caught her first glimpse of his throbbing erection.

He felt dizzy, wondering if this was one big joke and that he was dreaming. He had finally played too many Dungeon’s and Dragons games and had become insane for fantasy. Fascinated he watched her, body tense with anticipation. Nerves running through his body as he rubbed his sweating palms across his stomach.

The surprised look on her face turned to lust as she quickly wrapped her hand around his shaft, hot pink tongue touching the tip, tasting him for the first time, she moaned as she took his smooth shaft into her mouth. The only thought filling her head was desire, she was blind to all else. He hissed out a fuuuuck and felt his knees almost buckle as she enveloped him in her hot mouth. Slowly she swirled her tongue around the head and sucked gently, bobbing her head slowly. His hand reached out and grasped her shoulder, his breathing fast and moans escaping him uncontrollably. This felt too good, oh she was relentless, he was sure he was going to erupt down her throat any second.

He pushed her back softly, her eyes met his quizzically. “If you keep going you’re going to make me cum so hard”, he licked his lips before kissing her passionately, there’s no turning back now. His brain was over come with lust, thinking only with his cock. He had to take her. He pushed her back onto the bed, his hands finding the fly of her jeans, he paused, looking at her for approval She nods frantically.

Gently he slides her jeans down, exposing her panties, white cotton. He moaned quietly not expecting that, she seemed so bad ass all the time but this was so innocently almost. His mouth salivated seeing the growing wet patch on the crotch of her panties, pushing her legs apart he leaned closer, smelling her scent, fingertips brushing the inside of her thighs up to the elastic edge of her panties, hearing her moan softly spurred him on and he touched her wet spot with the tip of his finger. He leaned into her, placing a kiss on the wet spot, sniffing deeply at her aroma.

“Oooh Eddie,” his cock throbbed. She never called him Eddie, the sound of his name on her lips made him want to do awful unspeakable things to her, to make her say it again and again. To scream it into his pillows. With one motion, overcome by his carnal lust, he pulled her panties to the slide roughly and began licking her hot wet slit in slow savouring motions, his tongue over her clit, moaning and gripping her hips. Meanwhile she was writhing in ecstasy above him, her fingers entwined in his hair, moaning and swearing incoherently as he licked her, sucking on her clit, the bedsheet beneath her quickly become soaked with a mix of saliva and her wetness. Eddie pushed his middle finger into her, hungrily devouring her pussy as his mind unravelled in sheer pleasure. He felt her tighten on his fingers, bucking her hips upwards and muffled screaming as she had taken a pillow and pressed it to her face.

Did he just make her cum? His chest swelled as he felt like a God among men. This was as far as he ever got and most women were too shy to let him bury his face between their thighs.

She collapsed on the bed panting, her face flushed. Eddie sucked his fingers and crawled up the bed over her, kissing every inch of her body. His cock painfully hard now, oozing precum as it drooled down his shaft, dripping onto the pubic hair on his balls, a few drops hitting her stomach.

She grasped the sides of his face and they kissed deeply, she could taste the sweet saltiness of herself in his saliva, he couldn’t believe this was happening and he didn’t want it to end. She broke their kiss panting “Eddie, I, this… this is my first time.” Her eyes widened as she confessed to him. He looked slightly surprised himself, considering her choice of friend. “Me too…. we don’t” she kissed him hard not letting him finish.

“Please Eddie, I need to feel you” her pleading almost made him lose control. He leaned over to the nightstand and pulled a condom from the bottom drawer. Hands trembling as he ripped the corner and rolled the condom down his shaft. His cock was perfect, she thought, not too skinny and quite large, it make her slightly anxious about the next bit.He was sitting on his knees between her legs, looking at how sexy she looked lying there, panties pulled to the side, lips of her pussy slick and swollen, her hair all over the place, sticking to her forehead and cheeks.

“Eddie, please fuck me” she raised her knees and hips up to slide her panties down. He grabbed them from her tossing them onto the floor, hoping like hell he could keep them to commemorate this night. Not needing to be told twice , The only thought in his head was to fuck her brains out, he wasn’t sure what to do but he heard tales from Rick. Leaning forward he lined his cock up with the entrance to her pussy, she lifted her hips slightly to accommodate him. Excruciatingly slowly he sank himself into her tight hole, his eyes rolling back in his head as he tried not to just cum there and then. Bottoming out, he held himself there a moment, savouring the moment,he slid back out slowly. She was gripping his shoulders tightly, moaning and breathing hard.

“You okay sweetheart?” He whispered as he caught her gaze, her eyes watering. “Do you want me to stop?” She shook her head without hesitation and placed her hands on the back of his neck.He started to roll his hips into her. Desire clouding his mind as he pumped his shaft in slow but hard, her breath hot on his ear causing goose flesh all over his body despite how hot he felt. Her hands moved to his ass, lips and tongue on his neck making him moan, he felt her tighten on him and began moving his hips faster, mindlessly rutting against her. Despite the fact they were both experiencing their first time together, it felt incredible and their bodies were so in tune with each other, their movement fuelled by sheer lust albeit slightly clumsy.

Eddies breath was fast, his lips grazing over hers, tongues sliding across each other’s, moaning into each other’s mouth, hands grasping, clutching each other. His lips grazed her ear “I’m.. I’m gonna cum…” he grunted, his thrusts becoming frantic and erratic. She moaned loudly in his ear, her fingertips digging into his back and she writhed under him, her pussy squeezing and contracting around his cock, his orgasm over took him and he threw his head back, a long groan escaped his lips as he thrust into her deeply one final time. Panting hard, kissing her lips softly as he came down from his high, tasting the beads of sweat that had formed on their skin. He pulled out slowly, carefully sliding the condom off, chucking it in the trash before he collapsed beside of her panting hard.

She lay their, mouth open, starting at the ceiling. “Wow…just… wow.” A laugh escaped her. She felt giddy now, she would definitely be sore tomorrow but for now she was elated. She couldn’t move her limbs. Eddies finger tips ghosted her hips as he turned on his side to face her, “You feeling good, Princess?” She melted for him, turning her head to look him in the eyes. “So fucking good Ed’s…. Can we do it again?” Her lips broke into a devious smile and Eddie mentally thanked all the deities that he knew of.

Billy’s POV

He sat on the windowsill, one knee up with his forearm resting on it. An open beer in his hand as he watched her humming happily on his bed, she was sketching something, smiling to herself occasionally and biting the end of her pencil between her plump pink lips. Billy narrowed his eyes as he watched her display these little traits of woman who was either in love or getting their brains fucked out. He couldn’t pin point which it was yet but he had his suspicions because he noticed that she had been slipping away secretly at night when she thought he was sleeping. Also Billy was no stranger to that look, he was a master of creating that gazed fuck doll expression on the faces of so many women. He noticed her glancing over at someone in school as well but he couldn’t pin point who amidst the bustling crowded cafeteria.

It was another Tuesday evening, Y/n had went off on one of her little errands for the evening and he decided this night he would find out what she was up to. He didn’t like to be deceived and she was supposed to be his best friend. What was she hiding? Billy stayed home, no chics, insisting on a night to catch up with Y/n. Reluctantly she agreed, feeling bad at they haven’t spent much quality time together. Little did Billy know that was because all she could think about was Munson. Her obsession taking over her every thought, sleeping and awake. He brought beers, pizza and a movie, just chilling out with her as normal, she had no idea he was trying to find out what was going on in her head.

Late night rolled around slowly and he lay on his stomach, assuming the position he slept best in, careful to close his eyes and pretend to be asleep hoping he wouldn’t fall asleep. After what felt like an eternity he felt the bed shift as she quietly slide out from the comforter, tip toeing across the floor and slipping out the door. He remembered that she left her combat boots at the front door which he found odd, she usually just kicked them off wherever. Billy quietly tip toed to the door after she had slipped out, pressing his ear against the door, waiting to hear the click of the front door latch so he could sneak out into the hall to see where she was going. She didn’t hear him come out behind her as she walked quickly across the trailer park, arms tight to her body, rubbing the elbows, almost skipping with delight. What the fuck is she doing? He squinted his eyes and leaned forward, trying to get a better look.

She tapped the window of the trailer, not even looking around, she was clearly comfortable doing this, which she definitely was. They had been sneaking around together for weeks, unable to keep their hands off each other, trying every position and kink Eddies devious mind could conjure. The curtain pulls back and Billy finally sees who she’s been sneaking off with. His naked torso illuminated by the moonlit sky, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips as she hungrily met him. He trailed over the threshold of the window, hands tight around her ass with the curtain falling behind them. Billy felt his jaw clench tight.

Eddie Munson. Eddie fucking Munson.

Though she was underage,19, she had a trick up her sleeve through that of a fake ID. She had picked it up specifically so she could go and see Eddie play the guitar. He was absolutely breathtaking on stage, the lights flaring up behind him, his fingers gliding effortlessly over the fretboard of his guitar as he wailed out music not unlike Metallica. She had studied his patches, pin badges and kept up to date with the magazines he read so she could listen to the same music he did. She actually found herself enjoying it despite the fact she only listened to it to feel closer to him. It was sad when she really thought about it, what she craved was the attention of Eddie, she wanted those brown eyes to bore into her soul, to save her from her somewhat mundane existence.

Hiding in the back of the bar, set up on a stool in the corner she had a clear view of him on stage, giving it his all. He always did, got up there every Friday night and let his frustration, his pain, his joy and his passion flow through his hands, to the tips of his fingers into the ears of the patrons frequenting the bar. It wasn’t an ideal crowd for his type of music but they threw a few covers in there of more popular kind of music to get the crowd going close to closing time. As they finished their set for the evening she stood up, slipping silently through the main door and made her way to her car which she parked in the shade and shadow of a large oak tree that lay at the end of the parking lot.

From the safety of her car, smoked black eyes watching in her rear view mirror as Corroded Coffin loaded their gear into the back of Eddies van, he was laughing a joking with the guys, sparking up a joint from his breast pocket to wind down. She longed to be there with him in the stillness of the night, her mind wandered into fantasy…

Walking slowly across the parking lot, the gravel crunching under his reebok hi tops as he made his way over to her. His breath billowing out against the moonlight in the cool night air mingled with the smoke of his joint. Lips parted, looking soft and supple, she longed to pull him into her arms, kiss him deeply standing on her tiptoes, arms locked around his neck, his hands on the small of her back. His darkened eyes staring into hers as he pressed his forehead against hers, lips ghosting across her cheek before he pulled her tight to his chest.

God she wanted it so bad she could taste it, taste him, that sweet mix of mint, cigarette and beer. Opening her eyes she found she was alone in the parking lot, the night had come to its end and she made her way back to her lonely trailer to eat leftovers and watch bad tv.

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“Noooooo!!” Eddie half screamed, half laughed “critical hit! I cannot believe it, Vecna has been defeated! A few seconds before Dustin had rolled the D20, watching it roll in slow motion across the table, bouncing and turning before finally landing with the 20 glaring Eddie in the face.

They all screamed with delight, Mike, Dustin, Gareth and Alice, jumping up and down hugging each other and in those moments she had never felt more alive, the joy that coursed through her veins was better than anything she dared to dream of. Her green eyes were glittering with tears, threatening to spill down over her cheeks that ached dully from smiling so much for so long. Was this true happiness at last?

They filtered out of the game room, each making their way home, raving about the game, going their separate ways. Mike and Dustin hopped into Mrs Wheelers wood panelled ford, waving a hearty goodbye to Alice, she returned it with genuine fondness in her heart for the boys. Eddie pushed through the doors of the school, trotting his way down the steps before taking a cigarette out of the pack, placing it between his rosey lips and lighting it up.

“Woooooah! What a game huh? I can’t believe you little bastards finally took down Vecna, I was sure Butthead (Dustin) and Beavis (Mike) would tuck tail and run but woooooohooo! They surprised me!” He was absorbed in it, mind replaying the events as he jumped around the parking lot, puffing occasionally on the cigarette that hung limply between his lips. “But yeah, what a night! We’ll see ya next week Al.” She smiled softly, lifting her palm in a casual wave as he turned on his heel and began walking to his van, leaving her sitting at the bottom of the steps, books on her knees, sleeves of her oversized jumper pulled up around her hands which rested under her chin as she stared after him with sad eyes.

He turned suddenly and marched back to her. “ you know what I’m really sorry, can I give you a lift anywhere? Home maybe? I cannot in good conscience leave a lady stranded on her own in the dark”. He did his best English accent and extended a bow to her which made her giggle.

“Um, well now that you mention it, I kind of forgot my dad was working away again tonight and mom is only 2 hours into her shift at the diner…” she tied the gravel at the bottom of the step awkwardly “I’d hate to be a bother.”

“Tis no trouble at all m’lady, please allow me to escort you to your carriage.” He half turned, offering her the crook of his elbow, waiting patiently for her to take it. Her hands where shaking. This would be the very first time she was close to him, close enough to smell his cologne, the scent of his skin, to feel his skin. . She was trembling oh god I hope he can’t feel that.

“Jeez Alice, you cold?” He slipped his jacket from his shoulders placing it around her before she could protest. He was truly wonderful. Before the last few weeks she had be lustful for him, obsessive to the point of frenzy but now she saw a different side to him, the interior of his heart, how kind and gentle he could be, thoughtful and caring to friends and generally softer than she expected. Her feelings towards him had bloomed into what she did not expect, had not anticipated in her wildest dreams. She was in love with him. Properly in love and she finally felt at ease.

The drive back to his was filled with laughter, discussing everything they could think of. They had so much in common after all. Part of her felt guilty and another part was glad because she felt more alive than ever before, like she discovered herself through Eddie. They were actually kindred spirits at the heart of it. She could listen to him talk passionately about music for hours, divulging little secrets and dreams. She couldn’t help but smile at him as he talked.

“Alice, you are doing a lot of smiling over there sweets, are you high from second hand smoke?” She rolled her eyes. “No, well at least I don’t think I am, am I?” They both burst into fits of giggles, enjoying one and others company, she didn’t want the night to end, she wanted this moment to last for an eternity.

“Well if you’re not set on having those leftovers you told me about you’re more than welcome to hang at mine? I’ve got some bitchin horror movies I rented from Family Video we could watch, and maybe you could try getting actually high, ya know, if you want to”.

“Hmmm, let’s see…” she turned in her seat to face the windshield, “ah you know Eddie, I don’t know you that well, what if you’re a serial killer?”

“Yes, you’re quite right, my Club is a cover up for my sacrificial murders for our Lord and saviour Beelzebub.” His face was straight, side eyeing her as she tried her best not to laugh. He broke into a smile, playfully smacking her knee with the back of his hand.

“ I guess I could take the chance Munson, it is Munson right? Not Manson?” She giggled again. He whipped his head to her pulling Charles Mansons infamous police mugshot, his eyes crazed and one eyebrow slightly raised. “We’re not in wonderland anymore, Alice!” as he slung the steering wheel, turning them into Forest Hills Trailer park. Little did Eddie know that this was inadvertently bringing her home also, she lived on the other side of the park, tucked into the corner and as he never paid her any attention before now he never knew she had lived here this whole time. He may have noticed her Dads beat up truck trundling over the dirt road or maybe her moms decaying buick when she returned from her shifts at the diner but connecting the dots was an entirely different story.

Stepping out into the cool evening air, he seemed almost embarrassed of his living situation. He invited her inside and dove to clear up some of the beer cans, TV dinners and laundry strewn about the living area, making some quip about the maid. She smiled, not being phased in the slightest, though her mom kept their trailer pristine her father hand a tendency to “leave things at his ass” too.

“So, this is it huh?” her eyes admiring all the cups along the walls, the decor of two men living side by side. “ the lair of Eddie the Banished.” She mused, ghosting her finger tips over the counter top. “Ah yes unfortunately so, I mean technically it’s my uncles place but he’s been so kind as to allow me to dwell in his humble abode.”

Eddie strode over to the fridge and pulled it open, scanning the contents, “Care for a drink Alice?” he pulled two light beers from the fridge, making a mental note to pay back his uncle. Alcohol would be a brand new for her, since Eddie was doing it she shrugged, what was the worst that could happen from one beer? “Sure, sounds good.” Her fingers clasped around the top of the sweating bottle and raised it to her lips trying her first sip. It was bitter and tangy, bordering on unpleasant compared to soda but it would do.

“Come on, I’ll show you the heart of my nest.”

Eddie room was as she envisioned, messy, smelling of smoke, weed and his cologne not entirely unpleasant. Clothes, cans, flotsam and jetsam all over his mass of blue carpet. His guitar was pristine, hung from a rack above the mirror surrounded in posters and below this was his vinyl player, music was a huge part of Eddie’s life evidently.

Alice scanned her eyes around every crevice, every poster, picture and paraphernalia of him, memorising this moment, sure that at any moment she would wake up. Her eyes settled on the hand cuffs that hung from the wall, her fingertips traced the outline of the cuff, down the chain, it clinked together softly as she chewed thoughtfully on her lower lip.

“See something you like, sweetheart?” his voice breaking through her reverie, she pulled her hand back quickly as though it burnt. “S-sorry.” She turned away from them, walking to the bed to sit just at the end, the very corner. “No, no, it’s fine. I just didn’t peg pure sweet Alice to be such a freak is all!” He chuckled plonking himself next to her as the sounds of Metallica’s new album filled every corner of his room. His scent washed over her, making her close her eyes and swallow hard.

“I’m not sure what you “pegged” me as, you don’t know me at all Eddie Munson.” Her fingers toying with the label on her beer bottle between her knees, eyes downcast to it.

“What? Because I didn’t know you before you joined Hellfire? I’m a pretty good judge of character you know, get that from first impressions.”

Flopping back onto the bed with a contented sigh, his foot tapping a long to the beat of the music, his left hand patting out the rhythm on his thigh, rings glinting in the pale glow of the lamp light. She twisted to face him, her knee sliding up onto the bed, her right palm supporting her weight. Shakey breaths escaped her so she took another drink of her beer, polishing off the bottle, Eddie’s eyes where closed in contented bliss. Now was the time she thought, there might not be a better moment.

“Are you? Because I’ll bet you know next to nothing about me. I was a ghost in Hawkins before I walked into that club room.”

He opened his eyes and sat up slowly. Scanning her face to gauge her emotions but she was hard to read.

“The only time you spoke to me was when you were asking to borrow a pencil…” she smirked at him. “ I’ll assume you didn’t remember that was me, and cheer practice? Really?! Have you ever seen a cheerleader look like me?”

Eddie set his beer down on the bedside table, mulling over her words. “Sure, sure, I was glad that you weren’t a cheerleader, those guys are assholes. And the pencil thing… you saved my ass so many times with your kindness, did I ever ask anyone else?” He poked his finger into the side of her knee, pushing it playfully. “Besides, we’re getting to know each other now, right?”

“Yeah we are… I just don’t think you’ll want to know me when I tell you about myself to you.” Oh god the beer was churning in her stomach, she felt the effects of it because she had never touched a drop before tonight. He tilted his head to look at her, noticing for the first time the different colours of green and blue in her eyes, the way her cheeks flushed pinky red, even over the tip of her nose. She was still wearing his jacket, as big as it was on her frame, she looked cool.

“Eddie… I have to tell you something and I don’t want you to speak until I get this out. I’m going to face away because if I look at you, I won’t be able to say it, is that ok?” She wrung her hands together nervously, knuckles white and red. She could hear him gulp beside her, knowing that emotions, real emotions, made him feel uncomfortable and awkward. She stood up, placing herself near the door, no mirror to see his face nor he hers, she took a deep, shaking breathe to calm herself.

“Okay, sweets, I’m listening”