I love Eddie Munson (40+) UK Seaside dweller….Mother….Wife…heavy metal…autistic adhd always up for chats…..perpetually in love with Eddie and appreciating Steddie ❤️
The trailer door clicks shut behind him, soft enough that the ambient hum of the air conditioner covers it entirely. You stay curled on the couch, wrapped in a blanket that feels heavier than it should, uncomfortable in the way it rests against you but not so much that you move or pull your eyes away from watching the dust drift leisurely through the shaft of afternoon light that peaks through the slats of the blinds.
Eddie stops when he sees you, when he sees the lazy slide of your eyes acknowledging him before going back to their previous spot locked on the empty space before you.
You can feel the way he takes you in, not with judgement, nor with questions, just a quiet understanding that settles between you like another layer of stifling warmth.
Has his gaze always felt so palpable?
He doesn’t ask what’s going on. He never does. Instead, he lowers himself beside you, close enough that his shoulder brushes yours. The touch is warm, steady, grounding. Nothing like the too warm blanket you haven’t had the energy to crawl out from under.
He lifts the edge of the blanket in a silent question. You move slowly, like your limbs are lead, but you move. Sliding in, he wraps the blanket around both of you, tucking it behind your back as if he’s sealing the two of you into a small cocoon where only the two of you exist.
His hand finds your forearm, thumb brushing in slow, rhythmic circles. At first your skin prickles, goosebumps rising along your arm at the change in temperature from his rings and the rush of air conditioning as the blankets settle before the welcome warmth of his touch sinks in.
The room hums with a quiet ambiance, the soft buzz of the refrigerator, the steady huff of Eddie’s breathing, the faint rustle of fabric when he shifts to pull you closer. He smells like cigarettes and oil from the shop with only a faint hint of the cologne he’d sprayed that morning remaining. You press your face into his shirt and inhale, feeling the worn cotton of his work shirt under your cheek as the familiar scent of Eddie surrounds you.
He rests his chin on your head. His face burying into the crown of your head “Hey.” he murmurs, barely above a whisper, the exhale as he speaks tickles against the tender skin of your scalp.
His fingers trace the back of your hand, following each knuckle, each curve, familiar and intimate. Your breath loosens, unwinding slowly in your chest where you hadn’t realized it had been building into a dull ache.
“Thought we could just lay here for a while,” he says, voice low and hushed in that way it gets when he’s trying to be gentle. “Is that ok?”
You don’t give a reply outside of the way you push against him more securely.
The light outside softens to something gentler, the gold of the summer day muting into cool tones of blue and grey as night crawls in at a leisurely pace.
Eddie’s thumb keeps its slow, steady rhythm on your skin, constant and grounding as he lets you breathe and come back to yourself.
Eventually, you exhale, a long, quiet release you didn’t realize you’d been holding.
You feel him smile against the top of your head, small and genuine.
“There she is.” he murmurs. “You ok?”
There’s still no judgement. No expectation for you to answer or move just yet.
Just happiness that you no longer feel tense, no longer hold the weight of everything in your mind throughout your body.
You lean into him, letting the warmth of his body and the softness of the moment hold you.
There's a grocery list folded in his pocket waiting to get crossed off.
But all of that can wait, because there's a guy carrying his dog walking right in front of him.
The guy's wearing bright red running shorts, and the muscles in his legs flex with every step. In his arms sits a…Eddie actually has no clue what breed of dog it is, but whatever it is, it looks completely content with its life, tucked securely against this man's chest, watching the traffic go by.
Eddie has never wanted to be a dog more.
Which is saying something, because he doesn't even like dogs that much. He's more of a cat person.
So why is a guy carrying his dog the hottest thing Eddie has seen in months?
Why is he carrying the dog, anyway?
Maybe he's waiting until they reach the park so it doesn't run into traffic.
Maybe the dog just wanted to be carried.
Eddie can relate.
He, too, would like to be carried around by this guy.
He reaches his turn.
Eddie slows.
Thinks about it.
Then promptly ignores it.
Groceries have to wait, for now he's following a random hot stranger whose face he hasn't even seen yet.
Totally normal behavior.
Eddie's eyes drift down to those legs again, then slightly higher.
Yep.
Thank you, running shorts.
He misses another turn.
Suddenly the guy stops.
He crouches down and carefully sets the dog on the ground.
The dog immediately holds one paw slightly off the pavement.
Oh.
Great.
The dog's injured.
And now Eddie feels like an asshole.
Here he is thirsting over some guy who's been carrying his hurt dog around.
Then again…Why does that somehow make him even hotter?
Eddie desperately tries to think of a reason to approach.
Maybe the dog stepped on a bee.
Maybe there's glass.
Maybe…What exactly is Eddie supposed to do?
He's not a vet or something.
He has nothing to offer here.
Then the guy finally looks up.
And Eddie catches his first glimpse of his face.
Of course.
Of fucking course.
He's gorgeous.
Like insultingly gorgeous.
Eddie's so busy staring that he doesn't realize he's stopped walking, too.
Not until the guy's eyes meet his.
Eddie immediately jerks his gaze away. He glances around, pretends he's hopelessly lost, then spins on his heel and starts walking in the opposite direction.
His head hangs low.
His ears burn.
Eddie Munson is, at the end of the day, a very weak man.
"He, too, would like to be carried around by this guy." 🤣🤣🤌🤌🫠🫠
All I've got is Steve, flustered and bashful and embarrassed to be asking this total(ly hot) stranger for help, like, "Hey man, can you help me? I'm new around here and I'm trying to find a vet. Damn removal guys put a box down on Penelope's foot, and I thought I knew where I was going but I'm all turned around now and I kind of have no clue where I am. Are you even an animal person? I feel so stupid right now, sorry..."
And Eddie's all, "Wh-- Uhh... S-sure, umm, I have a cat!" *Grins wildly, suddenly realises Steve might take that to mean he doesn't like dogs* "b-but I totally like dogs too. Lizards, hamsters, tarantulas, whatever, it's all good."
Cue awkward AF conversation about where the vets might be, and Eddie offering to walk Steve there, accidentally revealing that they have to walk past his apartment building to get there, but happily realising that Steve seems to be memorising the location and he's not sad about it.
or, 4 times eddie keeps a secret from his new girlfriend, plus the 1 time the truth is revealed (and the one time you make things right)
a/n: 🎃 HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!! dividers from @saradika-graphics and photos pulled from pinterest and edited together by me 🎃 please note: this blog and its contents, including this story, to a degree, is intended for audiences who are 18+! minors, please be safe, do not interact! everyone else? please enjoy! 🧡
so what if eddie munson is secretly a huge pussy about halloween?
he may like to write scary stories and tell those tales but… outside of looking scary to some puritan hawkinsfolk? eddie isn’t a fan of the average jumpscare, and that’s just who he is!
now being a scare actor, he can get behind; he’s in control, he knows how all the stuff works when the lights are back on, he’s comfortable and at ease there, so you’d think what with all creeping around and monsters he vibes with and all his scary tattoos, halloween has to be, like, his shit, right?
come to find out, you really couldn’t be more wrong.
now, this that proves to be rather unfortunate for eddie, who, after weeks of almost disgustingly obvious and borderline gratuitous flirting between the two of you, finally got the stones up to ask you out in late september.
this leaves the two of you decidedly still in New Relationship Territory by the time halloween really starts to come around.
and honestly, you can’t be blamed.
hell, it’s literally how you met.
1. thursday night, after work
before you got together, you and eddie separately learned of some mysterious couple from the city that is paying insane amounts money for seasonal employees to come work at their mansion as they renovate it to turn it into Indiana’s first real haunted house attraction. they have the usual needs: special effects, be it from tricks of the light, well timed fog, lighting, sound effects and creepy music, building renovations to create some cramped, claustrophobic spaces, you name it. not too shabby for the late 80s and, hey, when people are alone in the dark expecting to be scared, the quality of the effects will probably be the last things on their minds.
but the biggest factor, according to the couple, was having quality scare actors. they needed people who were willing to not just show up and yell at people, but to come in early at the start of the autumn season to work out some scenes and scares to create and rehearse.
you were in between jobs and, frankly, it seemed like a fun job, and with the pay they were offering? you would have had to be stupid to pass on this opportunity.
eddie had thoughts much like yours, so of course he was there. the first time he laid eyes on you from across the couples honestly gaudy ballroom for the first meeting, though…well, he had to know you. the rest was history.
and so you know that you two are new. but you want to be a good girlfriend, and eddie seemed like the type to be really into halloween.
so of course, after weeks of working late nights scaring the pants off everyone in the county, you took to your bosses, begging for just one weekend off for you and eddie, promising you’d stay late for the last week of the haunted house to help reset and clean up each night.
and when you got your yes? well, what else would a good girlfriend do for her presumed halloween-loving boyfriend on the weekend off she secured for the two of them but plan the most epic, spooky scary series of all-day dates to celebrate?
eddie’s not sure if he’s being punished.
is this karma for that time in elementary school where he accidentally stole a candy bar from the grocery store, left a bit warmed in the pocket of his little denim jacket as they exited the building, and didn’t bring it back?
or maybe for that one time in middle school where he let his friends talk him into egging some old man’s house. (even if he did go back to clean it up the next day…)
he’s really not sure. either way, you’re in his trailer, special effects makeup half off and costume abandoned for PJs with tiny jack-o-lanterns on them, holding up a bag of what you say are the ultimate halloween movies of all time, smile wide as can be.
and granted, he doesn’t know what you’ve got.
but he does know your taste in movies, especially horror flicks, from long group conversations had at the mansion about what each of you considered to be the best.
based on that… he’s pretty sure he’s screwed.
eddie knows he should have told you. he thought about it tons of times, swear! but when was a good time to admit that to being just as afraid of the type of attraction the two of you work at as the terrified patrons? when is it safe to say, “hey, babe, i’m a scare actor, we met being scare actors, but that group you just laughed at for freaking out acted at least twice as calm as i would have if put in the same situation! scary shit freaks me the fuck out!” and you two really were so new, he just didn’t want to say anything that would make you run away. and then the season kept coming closer and closer to ending and eddie thought… maybe he could just put it off until next year? by then the two of you would either be broken up, which was the worst case scenario, or would be so comfortable with each other that being a huge baby about scary shit would come across more endearing than pathetic. he was almost there!
so imagine his surprise when you tell him you have a weekend planned, time off approved, and imagine his shock when that weekend is dedicated to all things spooky!
and there you are, grinning, ready to ruin him in ways he’s only dreamed about… in his nightmares. “I’ll pick the first movie, gotta get a good start!”
eddie’s heart pounds; he’s sure that your ‘good start’ would mean the scariest of what you have in that bag.
he breathes a sigh of relief, though, when you pull out Carrie. okay. he can handle that. he’s watched it with the guys before, it doesn’t even really get that scary until the end. he can handle this.
popcorn, drinks, snacks and cozy atmosphere all set up, you cuddle up with Eddie to watch. he finds, as he predicted, he doesn’t have to pretend to be unafraid too much for this one. by the end, he’s pretty sure he can handle whatever you’ve got planned for him.
as the credits roll, you get up and stretch, pleased and lazy smile on your face. you reach into the bag, pulling out the rest of your prepared selection for the night.
eddie looks and his stomach drops.
The Exorcist, The Amityville Horror and The Hills Have Eyes.
why the hell did you start with Carrie?
your eyes are innocent and sparkling with a truly sick glee as you lay out the options.
“your pick for the rest of the night, babe! what’s next?”
fuck. it’s going to be a long, long night.
2. friday agenda: ghost tour
eddie slept better than he thought he would after your little horror movie marathon.
granted, being cuddled up with you definitely helped.
he wakes up nervous, though. he felt like he died at least a billion times last night trying to keep his composure as the horrors flashed across his screen, and that was just the first of your activities. he wasn’t sure he could handle whatever else you had planned.
that evening, you drive the both of you into the city, vibrating with excitement the whole way and feeling like the best girlfriend ever. your smile, which usually brings eddie such joy, feels like more and more of an omen each time it grows.
the sun is starting to sink, not quite setting, by the time you park, dragging eddie toward an old theatre with a surprising amount of arm strength as he dragged behind. if you noticed his hesitation, you didn’t mention it, and you most certainly did not let it deter you from getting to where you wanted to go.
a group of people and a man in a dark costume stand gathered in front of the doors. the costumed man is speaking with a bravado not unlike his own when he’s dungeon mastering a game.
somehow, that similarity brings anything but comfort.
it’s a gut instinct that proves itself right when eddie finds out you drove him into the city for a walking ghost tour. he’s sure you must want him dead, or that perhaps he did something that angered you. what else could explain you driving him far from home to walk around to real places that are haunted, full up of ghosts and demons and the supernatural, hearing about real terrible and scary things that happened right where you and he stand? without anything to even protect you from any spooks or ghouls? he almost wants to tell you the truth, or that if you’re pissed you could have just pushed him down a hill or something - that would still suck less than what you two are about to do.
he settles for silence.
you’ve clearly handled all the logistics, having called ahead to secure spots for you and eddie.
it’s quite thoughtful.
it’s fucking maddening.
eddie watches his hopes of surviving, his hopes of a peaceful evening swirl the drain and plummet down.
you all but skip back over to him, quickly grabbing his hand with a jubilant smile.
“hope you’re ready to get your spooky on, eds!” you whisper-yell at him.
eddie tries his hand at a smile, with limited success. luckily for him — or maybe unluckily, he hasn’t really decided yet — you don’t really seem to notice, bumping your hip into his as you look around.
“oh, but who am i kidding, really… my big, strong eddie… we’ll probably be the scariest things out there tonight,” you say with a wiggle of your eyebrows.
eddie is just praying to whatever higher power there is that he’s not the scared-est thing out there.
at the start of the tour, your group walking in a small crowd, eddie thinks this might be easier than the movies. he can just pretend that the man is a DM telling a tale, all fictional. with that perspective, he can almost even respect and appreciate the showmanship.
it starts to get darker though and, just his luck, a low and thick fog rolls in, making it hard to see his own two feet. you don’t seem bothered, so eddie tries his best to match your energy, or pretend to. he’s doing a pretty good job of it, if he says so himself, getting through some grisly stories and even some real scares with a relatively neutral face. never more than a grimace from him. at least, until the group walks into a cemetery.
now, eddie has a lot of respect for the dead… and a healthy fear of accidentally fucking with them. he hates the feeling that his whole group is just walking over old, haphazard graves, unable to see beyond their knees. he hates the imagine his mind conjures up of a hand reaching out from the dirt, hidden until it’s already too late and—
snap
eddie whips his head in the direction of the sound, hardly even hearing the tour guide as the sound of a broken twig and the beginning patter of crunching leaves starts to make its way toward the group. there’s nobody standing there, nothing he can make out in the dark other than gravestones and statues.
those… are… just statues… right?
the sounds keep getting closer, and eddie feels like he’s going crazy; nobody else is reacting to it as it approaches, bringing with it what he is sure is total destruction.
he starts to yank on your hand, pointing in the direction of the sound when suddenly, from the fog emerges—
‘Mmmmmrrrrrp!’
“oh, a kitty! nice catch, eddie!” he watches as you squat down to try and earn the trust and affections of this cemetery cat, completely missing the way the color had drained from your boyfriend’s face.
he is kicking himself, mentally. a cat? he let a cat almost send him into a spiral?
your cooing continues and you smile up at eddie. “look at this sweet little guy… he’s so friendly, i bet he lives around here.”
you stand, rejoining hands with eddie when he makes no move to pet the little ball of fluff. you shrug it off; not everyone likes to touch strange animals.
but eddie is stuck in his head about the whole thing.
he spends the rest of the night trying his best to look engaged while tuning out the tour guide, trying to get his heart to quit thumping like a hummingbird’s.
3. saturday: haunted hayride
after last night’s feline fiascos, eddie is close to just admitting his secret. is the anxiety and suffering worth it?
but alas, you come to him with an even bigger smile as you divulge the evening’s plans.
there’s an old farm two counties over that does different types of attractions throughout the year, and it has three different ones for halloween. you won’t tell him the other two, but you do let him know that, after dinner, the pair of you will be taking part in their longest attraction, their haunted hayride.
“i’ve got a friend who works there every year, i tried real hard to convince her to come work at the haunted mansion but her mom and her boss are close friends, but turns out it’s for the best, because she can get us in, like, totally free. and the farm is so big that they made a real slow-moving hayride that takes an hour or so? it’s a real spook show, she says they have intermittent stops for scenes that some of their scare actors will play out for differently themed parts of the path? and it’s all up close and personal, the experience feels real for some people because of how the actors get to interact with the riders! sometimes i wish we did more audience interaction, but i know…”
he doesn’t really hear you as you ramble on excitedly, the barrage of information barely processing.
he’s gonna be stuck, trapped, as the scary things come at him. it’s gonna be like one of those fucked up dreams where you’re trying to run but it’s like you’re attempting to escape on a treadmill trapped in molasses, all slow and unmoving and vulnerable.
but you seem so sincerely pumped about it. and your friend went out of her way to get you and eddie in at no cost. he’s got to get it together, put on a brave face for his girl. he’s steeling himself already, trying to imagine the absolute worst case scenarios now so the real thing seems less scary in comparison.
you’re still talking when he tunes back in, resolve strong.
“… and i think it really sounds like fun, don’t you, teddy?”
ugh, and when you use that nickname. he acts grumpy about it, pretends to hate it, but really, it’s so unfair how cute you are when you say it, especially at times where you were already being adorable, like when you were sleepy and cuddled up to him or play wrestling with him…
or in this case, looking as excited as a puppy dog staring down a filet mignon.
so he puts his game face on, giving you a fake stern face for the nickname with a poorly concealed smile tying it together, and he leans over and kisses you, hands enveloping your face as his lips press into yours, soft and slow.
when he pulls back, “yeah, sweetheart. sounds like a blast. can’t wait.”
so later that night, when you two are more pressed into each other than necessary, surrounded by strangers, eddie has convinced himself he can do it. he’s thought of every conceivable horror and has set his expectations high. he’s so got this.
and for the most part, he does! sure, there are a few times where he may have squeezed your hand a little harder to try and stay grounded, and maybe he struggled to stop looking over at the actor who hopped onto the trailer with a hopefully fake chainsaw, scaring the kids until the next scene, but all in all? eddie was doing well. way better than he expected. he even almost… enjoyed?… some parts of it.
eddie was proud of himself, certain as the hour came closer and closer to its end that he really will be fine with this one.
the trailer bed clanks, and then suddenly the group is plunged into darkness as the tractor’s headlights blink and then cut off. the driver turns around, making an announcement.
“sorry folks, real quick technical difficulty. if y’all don’t mind, i’m just gonna pull into this maintenance hut off to our right and take a look, see if we can’t get this old girl right as rain. gotta be able to see and make sure y’all stay safe, now!”
eddie had managed to relax enough that he was almost capable of being annoyed at the circumstance. he feels a chill though, when he lays eyes on the so-called ‘hutch.’ some flood lights face outward , making the way in visible to the driver, but the inside is an inky pitch black and the double doors on the other side are closed up, making for a dead end.
the driver pulls all the way in, plunging the entire group into that deep darkness. nobody can really see anything outside of the bit of light from outside the building, which feels almost barn-like. eddie can hear the tinkering of the driver messing with the tractor and some sighs from impatient patrons, but he can’t get rid of this sinking feeling.
oh, how eddie hates being right.
the doors the trailer entered through suddenly slam shut, earning shocked and terrified sounds from the whole group. from somewhere in the darkness, the driver cries out with what sounds like fear. all at once, it’s like the walls begin to move as flickering and sporadic lights reveal the presence of truly evil and scary looking people stepping out of the darkness and closing in on the trailer bed. screams and shrieks, some genuine and some delighted, erupt from the patrons around him. eddie digs his fingers into the hay bale he’s seated on, pressure making the dry and earthy strings crackle beneath his grip as he fights to stay composed.
he can’t look at you. he hears you, sounding rather entertained at the whole thing, but he can’t spare a glance. this all feels claustrophobic, like an attack, and he’s fighting not to panic as so many things happen around him. eventually, the lights shut back off, the people disappear. the doors on the other end of the building swing right open, and the driver cuts back on the headlights and keeps steering like nothing even happened.
it was staged.
sure, he had figured it out, now.
but that didn’t stop the way his fears ate at him, clawing up his throat as sheer panic overtook him. he wanted to run, but he was truly frozen in that moment.
he’s barely paying attention to the ride or the actors for the rest of it, just the sound of his own heartbeat pounding in his ears. he’s pale — far more than usual, and you’re simply too enthralled in the scenes around the two of you to notice that he isn’t having the very same reactions as you like you assumed he would. it’s not for a lack of attentiveness; you just truly don’t see things you aren’t looking for.
so when the two of you finally got off the ride, eddie feeling thankful for the touch of solid ground that reminds him it’s over, you’re not even considering slowing down.
4. saturday, after the hayride: creepy corn maze and haunted farmhouse
“all right, eddie, you ready to see the rest of what this place has?” you speak to your boyfriend with a playful grin.
eddie could cry, really. at this point he’s not sure how much more his heart can take, especially in one night, but there you are, looking all confident and ready. he doesn’t want to disappoint you or let you down, so he does his best to hide the way his stomach twists at the thought of yet another halloween-y, scary and dangerous-looking attraction.
“yep,” he pushes out of his chest.
you jump up and down a little, clapping giddily. as you turn your back to eddie, you stare down the other two attractions; there’s farmer graves’ famous creepy corn maze, but then not too much further off is hell’s farmhouse, which, while yes, had a pretty cheesy name, also had a pretty insane reputation for scaring even the bravest souls.
just the thought has your adrenaline pumping, and you tell eddie as much. he’s really fighting his base instincts, getting out a strained “can’t wait!” as he follows you toward the maze.
now, what you didn’t tell eddie, is that there are scare actors hidden throughout the maze, too.
he once again finds himself almost enjoying one of these activities with you, even has his mouth open to suggest you two get lost in the corn real quick for an impromptu makeout session under the stars, when hands shoot from between the stalks right in front of his face, a loud and sudden yell ripping a shriek from between his lips.
you laugh as the scare actor bursts from the starchy foliage and runs off, although it’s clear you think you’re laughing with him. “man, i didn’t think i’d EVER get you this weekend! you’re like a tank. if i’d have known a proper jumpscare was all it took, i’d have started there!”
eddie tries his best to laugh along, but at this point, he’s having maybe the worst night of his twenties, which is saying a LOT considering some of the things he got up to once he didn’t need a fake ID to get into a bar anymore.
all throughout the maze, he’s on edge, feeling more exposed and endangered then he has in years. the jumpscares don’t stop, only petering out when you start to get close to the exit. he finally feels like he can breathe once he sees a way out, this time dragging you along as he rushes out. once you finally make it out, he’s bent over next to the wall of cornstalks, head between his knees as he tries to catch his breath.
you laugh lightly at the sight, patting his back.
“don’t tell me you’re winded, eds. we’ve still got a whole haunted house to get through,” you say offhandedly. the casual tone does nothing for him, though, and he is gripped by fear. his base instincts take control as he shouts out a genuine and distressed,
“NO!!!”
“no…?” you look at him head tilted.
well, fuck.
+ 1: saturday, at the end of a corn maze: a confession
“yeah…” eddie sighs. “no.”
you look at him, confused, waiting for an answer, and he sighs. cat may as well get out of the bag, it already meowed, right? he’s pacing as he starts to ramble.
“i… i can’t, sweetheart. scout’s honor, i really tried, but i should have told you… i… i scare really easily, and this whole weekend has really bordered on torture for me, but you seemed so excited and i just… i couldn’t take that from you. and it’s so lame, and it’s embarrassing, and i understand if you never wanna see the biggest ‘fraidy cat in all of indiana ever again because it’s kind of pathetic, i mean, we work together at a haunted house, i know i should be able to handle it but i just can’t—”
you shut him up with a kiss that really feels like it came out of nowhere.
“eddie, baby, i don’t care that you’re an easy scare.”
his brain takes a moment to compute, a confused and small, “you… you don’t?” being all he can say.
you shake your head. “not in the slightest. although, you really coulda fooled me, you were like stone all weekend. i was almost worried it wasn’t cool enough for you.”
eddie lets out an incredulous laugh. “honey, if you had gotten us into any scarier activities this weekend, i think you would have been giving my eulogy next.”
you smile, glad to see him in higher spirits. “i wish you would have said something, honestly. we could have been making arts and crafts and getting ourselves sick on candy all weekend instead. i like stuff like all this, but i love the cozy halloween shit, too, and even more, i love to hang out with you.” a lopsided and almost shy smile lands on your face, eddie’s like a mirror right back at you.
“yeah?”
“yeah. let’s get out of here, big guy. i think i know what we can do tomorrow…”
1. sunday, at the trailer, for eddie-appropriate halloween shenanigans
a popcorn bowl sits mostly empty, shared between your two cuddled-up laps, only kernels and salt at the bottom as the credits of It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown roll on the tv. you’d rented out a couple lighter, nostalgic halloween specials and that was the last one.
a ding from the kitchen lets you know that the festive sugar cookies you two baked should be done cooling, ready for decoration.
cheesy halloween decor covers the trailer, with cutouts made like paper plates taped to cabinets and doors, orange and black streamers haphazardly strung across the ceiling.
“all right, teddy, i’m gonna get the cookies and the decorations, can you get us back on cable? channel nine is doing a 24/7 marathon of old addams family reruns,” you say as you reluctantly get up and meander toward the kitchen area.
eddie, an easy smile on his face and a totally relaxed demeanor, just nods, switching things over before you’ve even got the first tubes of icing and bowls of colorful candies laid out on the coffee table.
soon, the two of you are well into decorating the sweet wafers that are shaped like ghosts, pumpkins, bats and skulls, doing so in comfortable silence, gomez and his love for morticia serving as background noise.
you pay a little attention, tuning in for one of his lines.
“ah, tish, those runs we had through hurricane dora…”
you smile to yourself at the dialogue. eddie smiles watching you smile.
you look up for morticia’s reply, watching as gomez presses kisses up her arm.
“by the time typhoon terry came, we were engaged.”
you laugh along with the track.
eddie grins as he paints a poorly-done corroded coffin logo across the wingspan of a bat cookie, looking up at you.
“is that the kinda talk that gets you going, sweetheart?” eddie teases, thrilled at the flustered look on your face. you feel the warmth rush to your cheeks and know your expression probably does little to hide the way it effects you.
“shut up and decorate your cookie, munson,” you grumble lightly, a giddy smile doing its best to break through your tough demeanor.
eddie’s smile only grows wider as he flagrantly defies your instructions, crawling over to where you sit on the floor instead. he takes the arm not tied up in cookie decorating and starts to mimic gomez’s kisses, trapping more heat beneath the skin of your cheeks.
you feel his breath hot against your ear, shocked when he pulls a scarily good john astin impression out of nowhere.
“let’s go down to the cave,” he all but purrs, lips pressing into your neck.
you squirm, laughing a little and playing along. “now, control yourself, eddie,” you warn, teasing.
the impression stays when he promises, “never,” with a toothy grin, his hair brushing against your neck and your cheek as he holds you close.
you turn just a bit, bending your spine just enough to catch his lips in yours, a slow and sweet kiss dragging on quite pleasantly. when it breaks, you two just grin right in each other’s faces.
you finish decorating the last cookie like that, tucked into eddie as he presses soft kisses into your neck and your shoulder, wherever he can reach while you focus on the baked good. once you’re done, last little candies placed on your ghost to give it eyes, eddie inspects your work.
“great job babe, but, oh, you missed a spot,” he says.
you frown, looking at the sweet. “where?” you ask, falling right into his trap.
suddenly, on your cheek and lips is a splatter of orange icing.
“right there,” he says with a smug grin.
you shake yourself out of the shock, determined. “oh, you’re gonna get it now, eds.” you launch yourself at him, the two of you rolling on the floor, wrestling back and forth through fits of giggle until he finally has you pinned.
he smiles down at you, affection coating his face like the icing on yours.
“fuckin’ adorable, sweetheart.” he leans down and kisses the icing off your cheek and then your lips, tongue capturing the sugar and pressing it right back against yours.
“thank you for this,” he says as he finally breaks the kiss.
dizzy and warm, you try your best to keep your bearings and respond.
“best night of our little weekend, huh?” you ask, smiling as he nods cutely. you bite your bottom lip a bit, looking at your eddie. “you don’t need to thank me,” you say, stern, before a playful tone takes over. “although, if you really want to… i seem to recall you making mention of a cave?” you finish, eyes wandering down the hall toward his open bedroom door.
oh, hell yeah.
once again, eddie finds himself thinking that it’s going to be a long night.
this time, he truly couldn’t be happier.
a/n 2: thank you for reading!!! i apologize if anything seems paced weirdly, this idea came to me and the rest became a stream of consciousness over the course of a couple days. i hope you enjoyed regardless!
a big fat wet juicy extra special thank you to @harringtonfeels for literally constant support as i wrote this and wrestled with ever even posting it. you’re the BEST 🫶🏾
have a safe holiday, everyone! same time next year?
Based off of this nonnie request! It’s a bit scarier than intended and I do apologise for that teehee. There’s also no smut…
Blurb: With a group of friends you visit the local Halloween Scare walk, an event that is hosted annually out in the creepy plaines of Hawkins and whilst it’s masks on for the locals, it’s very much masks off for the scare actors…
Pairing: Scare Actor!Eddie x Reader
Warnings: 18+, the holiday of Halloween is mentioned, talk of blood/gore, faux blades/knives, cursing, reader is referred to as girl, use of pet names, degrading, praising, stalking (cat&mouse), sly/cocky and slightly mean!Eddie. Characters are all 20+
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divider by @reveriesources
Crunchy dry blood orange leaves litter the earth and frost tainted wind nips at your nose and cheeks. The squeals of excited children racing by your costume clad frame fills your ears with immense joy and you giggle airily as they launch themselves into one another. Racing toward the brightly lit luminescent funfair games in hopes of winning a stuffed animal or a goldfish in a bag.
Their parents lug behind them, their attire consisting of some makeshift costume they had thrown together at the last minute in hopes of pleasing their tiny humans and earning themselves a quiet car ride without any tantrums or fuss.
Your group, on the other hand, weren’t here for the childish and conning games. You were all here for the Scare Walk.
You hadn’t agreed on a coherent group costume so it was a pick and mix of totally different genres and ideas and from an outside perspective it was abundantly clear that there was no communication on the matter whatsoever.
Steve was dressed as the main character from Nightmare On Elm Street, Freddy Kruger. Nancy clearly had helped with the makeup aspect of the costume assemble but everything else screamed Harrington. He cropped the stripped knitted jumper to better suit his athletic frame and his hair was still very much classic Steve.
Robin had taken a whole new approach, dressing up as the colourful Rubik’s Cube puzzle toy. Deriving inspiration from the colourful squares she wore a long black jumpsuit covered in humongous reflective and vibrant square sequins. She more resembled a neon glitter ball, but you gave her the benefit of the doubt.
Nancy’s body was hugged by a khaki green boiler suit that had the long legs cut off and on her back she wore a black backpack with some DIY altercations made to it. She has begged Mike to help her create her costume, and that’s how she ended up dressed as a Ghostbuster, putting a strong feminine spin on the male dominated film. You hadn’t expected anything less from Nance, she was always looking for ways to empower women and her costume made you smile. Proud.
Jonathan had chosen a much whackier costume to better fit with his personality. The pungent smell of weed radiating from his body only complimented the fluorescent green costume he was wearing and the radioactive orange bandana blindfolded over his eyes. He had opted for the beloved character from the children’s series Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles’, Michelangelo. Which shouldn’t have surprised you— but it did.
And finally, you had chosen something distinctively different from your friends. You had made the bold choice to go as a flapper girl from the 1920’s, inspired by Fitzgeralds novel The Great Gatsby. It was a bold move because you paired the costume with kitten heels and although they were small you knew by the end of the night your feet would be crying out for rest. It is a Scare Walk after all. Your body was adorned by glitter and lace and the fringe of your dress tickled at the exposed skin of your legs.
It was a bit chilly tonight, but you were having too much of a ball to really hone in and pay attention to the sharp gusts of wind. Steve and Robin were arguing over whose costume was more original and whilst Robin’s was, Steve always somehow managed to argue himself into being ‘right’.
“Talk to me when you have hand sewn a bazillion sequins onto something and not just took a pair of shears to a ratty old sweater.” Robin remarks with a smirk, crossing her arms over her chest and marching ahead of Steve.
“Hey! I’ll have you know that it was surprisingly difficult to cut this thing into a straight line— and it isn’t ratty or old, I literally bought it like two days ago.” Steve fires back with a squinted gaze as he follows closely behind Robin’s reflective beacon of light that seems to lead us through the dimness. Nancy grumbles inwardly to herself.
“Can you two stop bickering like babies? We’re here to have fun! So let’s go and do that!” She hooks her arm with yours, charging forward, “I heard that some people from campus are working here this year. I don’t know what they’re doing but isn’t that exciting? We might bump into them!” You admired how Nancy could make a good situation out of everything, however you didn’t quite share her enthusiasm for meeting people you already knew. Nancy was all about making and strengthening connections whereas you wanted to just have fun— judgement free.
And now that you knew that your peers were watching your every move you couldn’t help but feel your confidence shrink slightly and your words clam up. Dying in your throat before they could ever be heard aloud.
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The walk started off relatively slow and rather boring. You kept mistaking your dress tickling your calf’s as insects running up the skin of your legs and Robin would giggle at the way your head was constantly shooting downward.
“You seem awfully jittery— is someone scared already?” She taunts, wiggling her eyebrows at you and grinning widely as she did.
You scoff in response, “Please. I’m nearly dozing off back here.”
An eerie dark silence falls over the group and the golden haze from the spooky funfair starts to fade into the background behind you as you venture further and deeper into the doom and gloom of night fall.
The smell of sweet popcorn no longer lingers in the hairs of your nostrils and a sinister chill runs down the back of your spine; like fingers tickling your bare skin.
“Are we sure we are sticking to the trail? It’s getting pretty dark out here— OH MY FUCKING GOD!!” Two little girls dressed in bloody dresses and horrifying makeup charge toward you from a nearby hidden brush. Their eyes glow a disturbing shade of white and they hold faux knives that still look devilishly real. You stumble backwards, nearly collapsing from shock however before you could fall to the ground you feel a hard body hit your back which makes you scream out in terror.
The figure laughs at you, jeering and sharp as you whip around to meet him and your hand is quick to find your chest. Your fingers claw at the fabric of your dress and you fist the fabric with a shaky grip. You’re panting, struggling for breath and the skull painted face looms over you for a moment too long; cocking his head to the side as he examines your costume.
That’s when you realise something. Something that you immediately recognised as a dark secret. A dark desire that should be kept hidden.
As his onyx orbs gleam and glare down at you, you feel a wave of heat feather your cold skin. Your core pulses between your thighs and your mouth hangs open in dreadful clarity; you were fucking turned on by this.
His chiselled face is painted to resemble a bare skull. White with inky dark circles that deepen his eye sockets and his cheekbones are defined with thick blended shadowy lines. His lips are painted black to match his contours and he has hand drawn on a stretched toothy smile and an empty nose cavity.
He doesn’t speak a single word.
He just stares at you. Almost as if he is furious with you.
And before long he drags himself away from you, like the simple task is deemed painful and impossible for him.
His torso is dressed in a fitted white button down shirt which is rolled up to his elbows and it exposes his tattooed forearms. On his legs he wears a simple but professional pair of black trousers paired with black suspenders that sling over his shoulders. On his feet he has combat boots supporting his ankles and some sort of padded device strapped around the joint of his knees.
You gawk at him as he skates across the concrete on his knees at an alarmingly fast rate toward another group of poor people; leaving sparks of light in his dust as they squirm and scream. Some of them even go as far to sprint off into the darkness away from him; which leaves the masked man cackling darkly and running after them.
“Holy shit! I had no idea he would be working here this year!” Steve slaps the palm of his hand onto your shoulder as he chuckles heavily and you pull away from him confused and slightly annoyed.
“Who is ‘he’ and how do you know him?” Steve’s laughter dies out slowly and his hands come to rest on his hips. A stance that he did often. The rest of the gang come to join you with curious expressions on their faces.
“Seriously? You don’t recognise him?” There’s a pause as you shake your head ‘no’ and Steve rolls his amber eyes dramatically, “That’s Eddie Munson, dipshit. He’s always smoking weed out in the courtyard on campus? Playing with the fire from the benson burner during chemistry— is this ringing any bells?” You shrug, crossing your arms defensively over your chest.
Is Eddie Munson someone you should know about?
“He has long, curly hair— not better than mine but hey, it’s definitely up there.” Steve’s hand smooths over his slicked back hair that is thick with gel and you laugh, now being able to form an image of Eddie in your mind.
“Ohh, the metal head? He sometimes walks around with his guitar slung over his back?” You reply as you begin to walk off after realising that you have all come to a stand still— and partially because you want to see Eddie again.
“Yeah! He is wicked with a guitar! I’ve seen him play.” Robin chirps from your left and Nancy hums on your right.
“He is pretty good.” Jonathan speaks through a mouthful of candy and you try to disguise your disgust as you unfortunately get a glimpse of the food on his tongue.
“Right…” is all you quietly reply as your eyes scan the bluish darkness. You can hear an owl hooting off in the distance and if it weren’t for the jump scares waiting for you, you would find this promenade quite peaceful.
Crickets whisper conversations from the tall blades of grass and you can see lanterns dotted up ahead of you. They cast ghoulish shadows all around the dirt path and your head twitches from side to side— trying to catch any of the silhouettes moving.
But they don’t.
You have strayed further ahead of the group, their voices hitting your ears in the form of muffled sounds but you don’t bother to wait on them. They are too busy laughing and booing at some of the scare actors whereas your heart is still palpitating at a ridiculous rate from the last scare.
Some of the actors were so gruesomely scary that you felt transported into your favourite slasher films whereas the others were just looming and ominous— more human. Humans are the scariest creatures after all. You fear your own kind in opposition to the unknown.
That’s why when the familiar skull skates over to you on his knees, you freeze this time. No fight or flight; just freeze. Your mouth gaping wide as his nose nearly brushes yours.
“Eddie.” His name is a breathless squeeze from your lungs as it leaves your mouth. You have to say his name aloud in order to ground your thundering heart. Were you excited or frightened? Maybe it was a mixture of both.
Whatever it was, the man stood in front of you wasn’t best pleased. His eyes narrow into irritated slits and his fingers toy with a piece of your hair— twirling it before yanking on it playfully.
Steve, Nancy, Robin and Jonathan all sprint past you in urgency. They screaming until their throats run raw as a deranged man with a faux chainsaw chases after them. Hot on their heels.
You and Eddie go unnoticed by them… and now…
Now you feel afraid.
“Y’know you aren’t supposed to address the actors personally, right?” He sneers through a tight jaw.
“He speaks.” You quip back sassily and Eddie huffs a distorted laugh.
“I’ve seen you around campus— even prettier up close. It’s a shame your attitude ruins that.” He circles you like a shark in water and you follow him. Twirling around makes you dizzy but Eddie’s chuckle makes your dizzier.
“Like a little lost lamb.” He coos, “Where are your cronies? Seems they’ve ditched.” His glove clad knuckle grazes your cheek and you flinch away from his soft touch. Taking a few steps back you widen the close distance between the two of you.
This causes Eddie to grin hugely; showing all of his teeth as he did.
“What? Don’t tell me you’re scared now?” He prowls toward you however you are quick to match every one of his steps. He takes a stride forward? You take a step back.
“You could run away if you wanted… but that’ll only entice me more. Didn’t they tell you? I love the chase.” His voice is a low animalistic growl and you couldn’t understand if this was Eddie or his character talking to you. Was this all an act or was he genuinely this menacing?
“I thought you actors weren’t supposed to get this close to the public…” You hunch your shoulders upward toward your ears as you cower away from his stalky frame and he stares through you; the gears in his head turning.
You shift on the balls of your feet uncomfortably and your skin blazes beneath his intense gaze.
“You’re blushing.” He says matter of factly and suddenly you feel the need to straighten your posture and try to get as far from him as possible.
“I am not.” The lie is pathetic as it meets the frosted air and Eddie smiles eerily.
“It’s the makeup, isn’t it? You like the makeup.” His head strains back on his neck as he lets out a loud laugh, “Fuck— that’s pathetic. You must be into some really weird shit.”
“I- that’s absurd!! I have no idea what you’re talking about!” You squeal and slink your arms around your torso. Partially because you were cold but also to be protective and assertive of yourself, “You don’t even know me—“ Eddie interjects, his finger tapping impatiently against his painted lips.
“Shhhh.” You feel the soft grain of his leather gloves as they tickle your skin and Eddie’s hands fully embrace your bare shoulders, “It’s okay— I like your costume too, I suppose.” He shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly, “I mean, it’s a bit outdated and boring but hey, you look good.” He flashes you a teasing wink that is nearly enough to make your lungs implode with lack of oxygen.
“Goodbye, Munson.” You swivel on your kitten heels and briskly find the frozen dirt path again. Your head involuntarily looks over your shoulder, trying to catch sight of Eddie one last time as you leave him behind but to your total disadvantage the metal head was no longer standing where you had left him.
He too, had taken off.
And unbeknownst to you, you had just pressed play on one of Eddie Munson’s all time favourite games; Cat and mouse.
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It was getting later and later with every passing second and you couldn’t find your friends anywhere. You had last seen them run off whilst laughing and screaming in total horror but you hadn’t seen them since.
Had they actually ditched you and went home?
Once the thought infiltrated your psyche you contemplated on cutting the scare walk short and heading back to the funfair to search for them. However, going back meant that you had to go alone and there was something devilish about that.
To your left, through a thick canvas of sweetgum trees you can hear the owl again. Hooting softly— a sound that should calm your nerves but instead it tugs on them viciously. It’s more like an emergency siren warning you. A sign for you to run and to never look back.
A man made whistle slices through the chirping of the birds and it cuts at your skin like the edge of a blade. You look left and right, frantically dancing in circles as you try to determine where it’s coming from; but you are met with nothingness.
“Eddie, if that’s you then cut it out! This isn’t funny!” Your fingernails pinch at your skin as you begin to walk panicked in the opposite direction. Never paying attention to what’s in front of you, your gaze always trailing off to the side and behind you.
That’s when you see him— the skull peering at you from a dark line of trees in the distance. Your feet come to a staggering stop as you eye him. Was your mind playing tricks on you? Was Eddie really staring back at you or were you deluding yourself?
You swallow thickly, your mouth dry as you watch him emerge from the greenery. Before your brain can compute what your body is doing you are running; charging into the fullness of the forest.
Tree branches whip and rip at your skin, causing it to redden and sting. You wince but you continue soldiering on, your shoulders barge through sticks and nettles and thorns.
Your mind had convinced you that this was real. That you were being chased by a psycho.
“Hey— hey, stop!! It’s okay! Wait—“ Eddie is close behind you, crunching twigs beneath his boots but you are quicker than he is; more frightened and resilient to get as far from him as possible. For your own safety.
“Sweetheart! Stop!” You can hear him getting frustrated as he trudges through the cluttered landscape but you can see lights shining in front of you, just up ahead, and it causes you to force your legs to quicken. Desperate to reach there.
But just before you explode onto the funfair grounds your legs give way beneath you and you crash to the ground. The palms of your hands scrape against the jagged forest floor and your dress rips against a spiked log. You thought this shit only happened in the movies— but tonight you were proven wrong.
You look behind you and your eyes well up with tears of both pure adrenaline and fear at Eddie propelling himself toward you.
You bring up your hands around your head to protect yourself as you shrink back onto the floor, over the fact that your hair is full of pine needles and your knees are scraped and bleeding.
Eddie crouches by your side, a deep frown on his face and worry in his eyes.
“Hey, sweet girl, you’re okay…” Eddie bites off his leather gloves and throws them to the soft earth. He is gentle to pry your cold hands away from your muddied face and he hisses quietly at the temperature of your skin compared to his. He examines the palms of your hands tenderly, “Ouch… this must hurt. What were you thinking?”
Your foolishness almost causes Eddie to laugh, but after witnessing the genuine anxiety plaguing your features he decides not to.
“It was too real.” You blubber, letting out a dampened sob and Eddie’s heart pangs with guilt and sorrow, “I couldn’t find anyone and… and I saw you and I just couldn’t think of anything else…”
“I’m sorry, love. C’mere, let me help you up.” Eddie is crouched down, his knees bent as he braces himself in front of your shaking frame. He outstretches his hands toward you and you take them hesitantly.
Thanks to Eddie’s strength he pulls your weak body up to meet his with ease and he hold you against his chest. Breathing softly as he tries to calm your laboured and nervous breaths.
“I really am sorry… it’s just me, ‘Kay? I’m not gonna hurt you. I promise.” He peppers comforting pecks into your hair and your nails claw at the back of his shirt, “It must’ve been pretty scary; being out there all alone with me.”
You nod, your mind finally calming at the sound of his lulling and gentle voice.
“I do like the makeup.” Your confession is meek and muffled against his chest, “I think there must be something wrong with me.” You laugh, managing to pull away his chest and look at him much more confidently now.
“Not at all,” Eddie grins, “I think it’s quite the opposite, actually. Very normal— it might even be considered vanilla to some people out there.” Although you have removed yourself from the skull painted man’s chest, the closeness between the both of you remains the same.
The truth was; Eddie had always admired you. Your intelligence and your cunning. You were beautiful, which was the cherry on top of your infectiously bright personality. He had noticed you at the beginning of the academic year and he was too chicken to talk to you. You both were connected through Steve but Steve never really paid attention to Eddie’s longing and begging looks toward you.
But Steve didn’t have to say anything. Not anymore. Because you could see it for yourself. You could see beneath the intricate paint on his face that Eddie felt something for you. You weren’t sure what it was; lust, a crush or plain friendship but you could see it. Feel it.
“You must think I’m a total freak.”
“You have no idea who you’re talking to, sweetheart. I am the biggest freak to have ever lived.” Eddie lets out a giddy chuckle and his hands continue to rest lightly around your body. You welcome his lingering touch and his nearness. It felt familiar. Nice.
“We both look like weirdos standing out here in the dark.” Your eyes scan around the auburn horizon of tall trees and a soft smile rests on your smudged lipstick covered lips, “People are going to think we’ve been up to no good.”
Eddie smiles, his hand coming to stroke your cheek gently and tuck some of your rouge hair behind your ear, “With how windswept your hair is, I wouldn’t be surprised.”
You both stand there, the air is clouded with electrifying tension and you can’t think of anything else other than how badly you want him to kiss you.
“I wanna take you out… on a date.” His hands cup your face, “When I’m not this caricature. I’ll just be me and you will be you. You won’t have to run from me…” His cold nose brushes the tip of yours, “I won’t have to chase you.” You can smell mint and nicotine on his breath and you have never been more intoxicated by anything in your entire life.
“What’d ya say, sweet girl? Let me take you somewhere nice so I can kiss you properly at the end of the night?” There is a slight desperation to his voice and you bite your lip to suppress a wide smile.
“I’d like you to chase me, Eddie. Chase me with daisies and a boombox and your guitar. You won’t have to run after me for long…” You are dangerously close to him now, your breath quickening as you press a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth. It takes every ounce of self control not to eat his entire mouth with yours, “Take me anywhere. As long as it’s with you.”
“I will.” He promises.
“And kiss me at the end of the night?” You are desperate yourself now, your eyes sparkling with moonlight as you look up into his shadowy hues.
“I will.” He strokes your hair so delicately; like you are the most precious thing he has ever handled, “I promise.”
cw ⸝⸝ 18+ only ⸝⸝ DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT ⸝⸝ mild dubcon (like it borders on non-con) ⸝⸝ stalking ⸝⸝ knife play ⸝⸝ unprotected piv ⸝⸝ possessiveness ⸝⸝ noncon drug use ⸝⸝ restraints ⸝⸝ exes ⸝⸝ abduction ⸝⸝ minor injury ⸝⸝ drug use ⸝⸝ creampie ⸝⸝ toxic relationship ⸝⸝ breaking and entering ⸝⸝ choking ⸝⸝ degradation ⸝⸝ humiliation ⸝⸝ emotional manipulation ⸝⸝ obsessive behavior ⸝⸝ brief blood play ⸝⸝ r has she/her pronouns ⸝⸝ no use of y/n ⸝⸝ brief mention of baby trapping ⸝⸝ 4.4k
synopsis: you thought you’d finally moved on. but eddie munson has never been the type to let go of what he wants — and he’s spent the last few months making sure you never really left his sight.
note: i had originally written this fic like six years ago but decided to try my hand at rewriting it. it's way darker and definitely took on a life of its own. i tried to tag accordingly, so, if i missed anything let me know! if you're sensitive to any of the tags, please do not read ahead. take care of yourself first and foremost. <3
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“hello, sweetheart.”
the silky smooth voice causes you to stop dead in your tracks upon entering your apartment, your blood running cold at the familiar cadence. no, it can’t be? you think to yourself, swallowing the lump in your throat as you step further into the house. you turn the corner from the foyer and enter the living room, your eyes widening. there he was, in all his glory, sitting on your maroon sectional, lit cigarette in hand with his feet propped up on the black coffee table.
it had been months since you had last heard from him or seen him outside of your apartment, watching you at all hours of the night. you figured he had given up on you, had taken the hint that you wanted nothing to do with him, but you were wrong. that became painstakingly obvious when a bouquet of your favorite flowers got delivered to your doorstep with a card that read, “miss me? - e.”
“eddie? w-what the hell are you doing here?”
your voice comes out smaller than you mean it to, shaky and thin. your heart is hammering so hard it feels like it might crack your ribs. seeing him here, in your space, after all these months of radio silence, feels like the floor has dropped out from under you. you’d convinced yourself he was gone for good. you’d almost believed it.
“well, i came to see you, of course,” he says simply, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. he blows a slow stream of smoke from his lungs, those warm brown eyes never leaving you for a second. “love what you’ve done with the place.”
he gestures lazily with the cigarette toward the picture frame sitting neatly on the accent table — the one of you and your boyfriend at the beach last summer. his voice drips with sarcasm, but underneath it there’s something venomous that makes your stomach twist. “i never took you as the domestic type.”
your eyes flick to the frame against your will. your boyfriend's smiling face stares back at you, oblivious and happy, and the sight of it suddenly makes you feel sick with guilt. you force your gaze back to eddie, trying to keep your expression steady even as your pulse races. “there’s a lot you didn’t know about me.”
eddie stands up from the sectional in one fluid motion, taking a few slow steps toward you with the cigarette still burning between his fingers. the distance between you shrinks, and with it, the air in the room feels thinner. “maybe so,” he muses, taking a long drag before letting the smoke curl out between his lips. his eyes are darker now, more intense. “or maybe you’re just lying to yourself.”
he stops a few feet away, close enough that you can smell the familiar mix of smoke and his cologne. close enough that you have to tilt your head back slightly to meet his eyes. the way he’s looking at you makes you feel stripped bare, like he can see every secret you’ve tried to bury deep inside yourself.
“i’ve learned a lot about you this past year,” he continues, voice low and almost conversational, but every word lands heavily. “i know deep down you don’t give a fuck about him. because if you did?”
he tilts his head slightly, a slow, knowing smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“you wouldn’t be moaning my name while you fuck yourself on those pretty little fingers.”
your stomach drops so fast it makes you dizzy. heat floods your face — shame, humiliation, and something far more dangerous curling low in your belly that you refuse to name. he knows. he’s seen. the realization crashes over you in waves. every time you’d touched yourself thinking about him, every time you’d bitten your lip to keep from crying out his name while your boyfriend slept beside you, every filthy, guilty fantasy you’d tried to bury… eddie had watched it all.
your throat tightens. you feel exposed in a way that makes your skin crawl and your pulse throb between your legs at the same time. you hate it. you hate how easily he can still pull that reaction from you. your hands are trembling at your sides and you quickly clench them into fists, trying to hide it, trying to hold onto some shred of dignity even as your eyes burn.
eddie chuckles humorlessly as the realization dawns across your face, stepping even closer, the scent of smoke and his cologne wrapping around you like a noose. “i’m always keeping an eye on you,” he says, voice low and smooth. “what kind of man would i be if i didn’t?”
your heart slams against your ribs so hard it hurts. the walls feel like they’re closing in. you stumble backwards toward the entryway on shaky legs, your breaths coming in shallow, panicked gasps. every instinct screams at you to run, to get as far away from him as possible before it’s too late. you spin on your heel, adrenaline flooding your system as you make a desperate break for the front door.
eddie moves fast.
he lurches forward and catches you before you can even reach the handle, his fingers clamping around your upper arm with an iron grip that makes you cry out. the metal of his rings bites into your skin as he yanks you back against his chest, hard enough that your back collides with him. “where do you think you’re going, baby?” he mocks, the words warm against the shell of your ear. there’s amusement in his voice, but underneath it is something dark and possessive.
“eddie! let me go!” you scream, voice cracking as tears spill hot and fast down your cheeks. you thrash wildly in his hold, twisting and pulling with everything you have, your free hand clawing at his wrist. “please! if you love me, let me go!”
he doesn’t even flinch. instead, his grip tightens, fingers digging in until you’re sure they’ll leave bruises. “oh no,” he murmurs, almost gently. “i made the mistake of letting you go once. i’m not doing it again.”
your pulse is roaring in your ears. you can feel the heat of his body behind you, the steady rise and fall of his chest against your back as you struggle. panic claws up your throat. you try to stomp on his foot, try to elbow him in the ribs, but he’s stronger than you remember — or maybe you’re just weaker from the sheer terror coursing through you. he shifts his hold easily, one arm banding across your chest to pin your arms while his other hand reaches into his pocket.
you catch the flash of white fabric a second too late.
“no— eddie, please—!” your voice cracks into a sob as he brings the cloth up and presses it firmly over your nose and mouth. the sharp, sweet chemical smell hits you instantly. you thrash harder, kicking and twisting in his grip, but he holds you steady against him like nothing. your fingers scrabble uselessly at his forearm. your lungs burn as you try not to breathe it in, but your body betrays you — you have to inhale.
the world starts to tilt.
your limbs grow heavy, sluggish. the edges of your vision blur and darken at the corners. you can still feel eddie’s arm locked around you, his breath calm and even against your hair while yours comes in frantic, muffled gasps against the cloth. tears keep falling, soaking into the fabric as your struggles grow weaker, more uncoordinated. a broken whimper escapes you.
eddie’s voice is the last thing you hear, low and almost tender against your ear.
“that’s it, sweetheart… just let go. i’ve got you.”
your knees buckle. the last thing you register is the feeling of him catching your weight easily as everything slips away into blackness.
the room is pitch black save for the pale moonlight filtering in through the open window. eddie sits at the small table next to the kitchen, the faint scrape of a credit card against glass the only sound as he cuts a few lines. he leans down, snorts them in quick succession, then sits back hard against the chair with a low, guttural groan. the familiar burn floods his system, sharp and electric, chasing away the restless edge that’s been crawling under his skin for months. for the first time in a long while, the noise in his head quiets. he tilts his face toward the ceiling, eyes half-lidded, grateful to finally feel something close to peace.
you awaken not long after.
it’s slow at first — a thick fog clinging to your mind. your head feels too heavy for your neck. your tongue is dry and cottony against the roof of your mouth. there’s a dull, persistent pounding behind your eyes and a strange chemical taste lingering at the back of your throat. for a few disoriented seconds you don’t know where you are or why your body feels so sluggish. blinking feels like too much effort. the room spins when you try to move your head.
then the memories slam back into you all at once.
the apartment. eddie waiting in the dark. the iron grip on your arm. the cloth pressed over your face. the way everything had gone soft and distant as you fought to stay conscious.
your stomach lurches with fresh panic.
you force your eyes open wider, vision still blurry at the edges, and glance around. moonlight spills across the room in silver streaks, catching on dark furniture and the edge of a familiar bed. eddie’s bedroom. the realization settles over you like ice water. you’re in his bed. in his apartment. and you have no idea how long you’ve been here.
a soft creak of floorboards pulls your attention toward the doorway.
eddie walks in, his silhouette cutting through the moonlight. the second his eyes land on you, his lips pull into a wide, almost boyish smile — like he’s genuinely happy to see you. “hey, you’re finally awake.”
you turn your head toward the sound of his voice, sucking in a sharp breath as your eyes adjust enough to see him clearly. he’s dressed in nothing but a pair of gray boxers. his wild curly brown hair is slightly disheveled, a few strands falling across his forehead. the sight of him — so casually at home while you’re trapped here — makes your chest tighten with a confusing rush of fear and...
“sorry about the restraints,” he says, almost casually, gesturing toward your wrists and ankles.
you hadn’t even noticed them yet, still too groggy and disoriented to register the pressure around your limbs. but now that he’s pointed them out, you feel them — the bite of rope against your skin, the way it holds your arms slightly above your head and keeps your legs spread just enough to make you feel exposed. a cold wave of dread rolls through you. you test the bonds instinctively and the ropes creak but don’t give. the helplessness hits you all at once, heavy and suffocating.
“a bit dramatic, don’t you think?” you manage, voice hoarse and shaky.
eddie’s smile softens into fondness as he watches you slowly come back to yourself. “i had to make sure you weren’t going to run off when you woke up,” he says simply, like it’s the most reasonable thing in the world.
he climbs onto the bed without hesitation, the mattress dipping under his weight as he moves toward you. he towers over you, his body blocking some of the moonlight.
your heart is pounding so hard you’re sure he can hear it.
one finger traces slowly along your cheek, the rough pad of it dragging lightly over your still-clammy skin. you can smell the faint trace of smoke still clinging to him, mixed with his cologne.
“i missed seeing you like this,” he whispers, voice low and rough. “tied up and at my mercy.”
his finger continues its path downward, gliding from your cheek to the delicate column of your throat. he wraps his hand around it with careful, deliberate pressure — not enough to cut off your air yet, but enough to make your pulse flutter wildly against his palm. “screaming my name while i fuck that perfect, tight little pussy of yours.”
you writhe beneath him on instinct, the ropes biting into your wrists as you twist. you want to disappear into the mattress, to vanish completely. the heat of his body so close to yours, the weight of him hovering just above you, makes it hard to breathe. “what makes you think i’d let you fuck me?” you snap, voice shaking despite the anger you try to force into it. “you’re fucking psycho, eddie!”
he chuckles, the sound low and humorless, and tightens his grip on your throat just enough to make your next breath come thinner. “oh, you will.”
with his free hand he reaches over to the nightstand. the soft scrape of metal against wood makes your stomach drop. he picks up the knife and brings it into view, flashing the blade in front of your face with a lazy flick of his wrist. his eyebrows lift in a mocking little gesture before he catches the handle between his teeth. the sound of fabric tearing fills the room as he rips your dress straight down the middle in one rough motion, the cool air hitting your exposed skin instantly. he discards the ruined material somewhere off the bed, leaving you in nothing but your black lace panties.
eddie takes the knife from between his teeth and drags the flat of the blade slowly along your stomach, the cool metal kissing your skin. he watches every flinch, every sharp intake of breath, clearly reveling in the way you squirm underneath him. your soft, panicked pleas and whimpers seem to go straight to his cock — you can see it in the way his eyes darken and his breathing grows heavier. “shh,” he coos gently, pressing a finger to your lips. “it’s okay, baby. i would never hurt you.”
you push your head further back into the mattress, trying to escape his touch, but there’s nowhere to go. the ropes hold you open and helpless. shame burns hot in your chest as your body betrays you anyway — your nipple tightens under the light brush of his finger, a fresh wave of unwanted heat pooling low in your stomach. eddie smirks at the way you flinch and then arch despite yourself. he removes his finger only to trace slow circles over the hardened peak, watching your face the entire time.
a broken moan slips out of you before you can stop it. tears spill down your temples and into your hair as you squeeze your eyes shut, desperate to block him out and failing. the pleasure feels so…g-.
“hm… so receptive to me even after all this time,” eddie breathes, voice low and rough with satisfaction. he rolls your nipple between his fingers, pinching just hard enough to make you gasp. then he dips down and drags his tongue over it in one slow, wet stroke, keeping his eyes locked on your face. you moan louder this time, the sound raw and involuntary. you bite down hard on your lower lip to try and trap the next one, but it’s useless, thighs trembling against the ropes.
eddie trails the knife lower, the cold flat of the blade gliding over your stomach and down to your mound. the metallic chill makes your muscles jump. with one clean motion he slices through the delicate lace of your panties, the fabric parting easily under the sharp edge. he tosses the ruined material aside without looking, then groans hotly at the sight of you — glistening and exposed under the pale moonlight.
“fuck…” he whispers, almost reverent. “so pretty…”
he slowly drags the blade through your folds, coating the steel in your wetness. you can feel every inch of it — the cool metal parting you, the sharp edge hovering far too close. eddie licks his lips as he watches the way your body reacts. “tell me. how much did you miss me?”
the question hits you like a slap. your chest heaves with every shaky breath. you hate how fast the answer comes.
“so much,” you whine, the words tumbling out before you can stop them. your voice is small, wrecked. you peer up at him through heavy, wet lashes, shame flooding you the second the confession leaves your mouth. “i missed you so much.”
eddie grins wickedly. he gathers some of your slick on the tip of the blade and brings it up to your lips. “prove it.”
your breathing stutters. you keep your eyes on him as you lean up as far as the ropes allow and drag your tongue along the underside of the blade, all the way to the tip. the taste of yourself coats your tongue and a soft, humiliated moan escapes you as you lick it clean, lashes fluttering.
“that’s it,” eddie groans, palming his cock as he gazes down at you. “you always were such a good girl.”
eddie brings the knife back to your cunt, rubbing tight circles against your clit. the cool metal makes you hiss, instinctively swiveling your hips for more friction.
“you love this, don’t you?” he rasps, his tone low and seductive. “you’re fucking soaked.”
you glare up at him, yanking hard on the restraints in pure frustration. the ropes dig painfully into your wrists, but you barely feel it. you hate how easily you turn to putty in his hands, no matter what he’s done, no matter that he drugged you and tied you to his bed like a fucking lunatic. the worst part is knowing it’s always been like this. you’ve always wanted eddie munson more than anything — even now, when you should be terrified, when you should be screaming for help instead of feeling your clit throb with every touch.
“please,” you beg, voice cracking as you look up at him with glassy, desperate eyes.
eddie tilts his head, that cruel little smirk playing on his lips. “please, what? hm?”
he drags two fingers through your slick folds, teasing your entrance with feather-light pressure before pushing in to the first knuckle. the stretch is barely anything, but it’s enough to make your walls flutter greedily around him…then he pulls out completely, leaving you empty and aching.
your mind is a fucking mess. you don’t even know what you’re begging for anymore. for him to untie you? for him to stop? or for him to finally give you what your traitorous body is screaming for? you settle on both...
you squeeze your eyes shut, lips parting on a shaky breath as another broken moan slips free. “let me go,” you whisper, even as your hips twitch upward on their own, chasing his hand.
the second his fingers sink back inside you — deeper this time — your back arches off the bed. eddie curls his fingers immediately, dragging them against that sweet spot inside you with practiced ease.
“you already know the answer to that one, baby,” he says, voice low and laced with malice. “now, tell me exactly what i want to hear.”
“no,” you force out, meeting his eyes with whatever defiance you have left. but the word is hollow. your body is already betraying you completely — hips rolling, thighs trembling, cunt clenching tightly around his fingers. you toss your head back against the pillow, a filthy, desperate moan tearing from your throat as he strokes that spot again. “fuck!”
he smirks, scissoring his fingers inside of you before pulling them out to rub harsh circles on your clit. you moan loudly, the sound vibrating around the room along with the wet, squelching sounds of your cunt. the anticipation of being buried inside of you becomes too overwhelming and eddie can’t take it any longer. he pulls his boxers down in a swift move, pumping his cock in his hand.
your gaze falls on his cock, heavy and hard in his hand. your mouth waters at the sight: tip flushed red, a bead of precum dangling from the slit, prominent veins exposed all along his perfect shaft. your cunt clenches, causing arousal to drip down your thighs to the sheets beneath you.
“tell me you want me,” eddie says, voice low and rough as he rubs the thick head of his cock over your swollen clit. “and i’ll give it all to you.”
you whimper helplessly. your tongue darts out to wet your dry lips as he continues to tease you, dragging his cock through your slick folds again and again. every brush against your clit sends sparks of pleasure shooting through you, and you hate how badly your body craves more.
eddie chuckles darkly at your reaction. “if you say so.”
he lines himself up with your entrance, the pressure making your breath catch. for a moment he just teases you there — rocking his hips so the head of his cock nudges against you without pushing in. then he finally sinks into you with one slow thrust, a hot, guttural groan ripping from his throat as he buries his face in the crook of your neck.
“goddamnit,” he breathes against your skin, the word shaking with restraint.
you grip the ropes above your head so tightly your knuckles turn white, a long, broken moan spilling from your lips as he fills you. your cunt pulses and flutters around his thick cock, the stretch burning in the best way. he doesn’t give you time to adjust. he pushes himself up on his hands and starts thrusting into you hard and sharp, the force of it jolting your body against the mattress.
“he doesn’t know how to make you feel good like i do,” eddie growls, fingers digging into your hips hard enough to bruise. “i’ve seen the way he fucks you.”
his words hit deep in your gut. but you spread your legs wider for him anyway, the movement instinctive and humiliating. “i bet it killed you,” you breathe, voice trembling. “watching another man fuck me. knowing it should have been you.”
eddie’s eyes flash darkly. he brings the knife back to your throat, pressing the cool, flat edge against your skin as he drives into you harder, deeper. the threat of the blade makes every nerve in your body light up with fear and want.
“perhaps,” he muses, voice tight with arousal. “but i know it killed you. remember, baby… i watched you touch yourself after he'd leave.”
he nicks your skin, groaning hotly as you whine in pain beneath him. he leans down and licks the blood pooling at the surface of the wound, lashes fluttering at the metallic taste. “mm…”
you wince as the cut begins to sting. you flick your eyes up at him with a doe-like expression. “perhaps.”
eddie’s lashes flutter as your tight walls clench around him, his wild curls falling forward and brushing against your face. his head hangs low between his shoulders as he groans, “god, i missed your pussy so much. it was fucking made for me.”
you yank hard on the ropes, the coarse fibers biting into your wrists. you’re desperate to touch him…to drag your nails down the smooth plane of his back, to fist your hands in his hair and pull the way you know drives him crazy.
“let me go,” you moan, tugging uselessly at the restraints again. “wanna touch you.”
“you know i can’t do that,” he breathes, voice strained with pleasure. he sets the knife aside and replaces it with his hand, wrapping his fingers around your throat and squeezing just tight enough to cut off your airflow. your eyes roll back instantly, a choked gasp catching in your chest as the pressure builds. the edges of your vision start to blur while your cunt clenches even tighter around him.
“eddie—!” you rasp, his name barely making it out.
he grins wickedly and releases his grip, letting you suck in a desperate, ragged breath. “such a good little whore,” he groans, hips still moving in deep, brutal strokes. “aren’t you?
you’re so far gone, so lost in the overwhelming mix of fear, shame, and pleasure, that the word slips out before you can stop it.
“yes…”
eddie’s eyes darken with satisfaction. he pulls out without warning, pushing your legs back to your chest and you're completely pinned beneath him. he thrusts back into you in one sharp motion, the new angle so deep it punches the air from your lungs. “gonna cum so deep inside you ,” he grunts, smirking down at you with wild possession in his eyes. "gonna..fuck a b-.”
you cry out at the sudden, brutal depth, your body stretched and helpless in the new position. his words barely registering through the haze of sensation, but they send a fresh, shameful pulse of heat through you anyway. your cunt pulses around him as your orgasm builds fast and merciless, every thrust driving you closer to the edge.
“please, eds… i need to cum!” you beg, voice wrecked and shaking. "wanna cum.."
he leans down, his hand wrapping around your throat again as he keeps fucking you deep and hard. “who do you belong to?” he breathes, voice rough against your lips. “tell me and i’ll let you cum.”
“you!” you scream, the word tearing out of you hoarse and broken as your face twists in overwhelming pleasure. the tip of his cock slams into your sweet spot over and over.. “you— fuck— you!”
“that’s right, baby,” eddie moans. his grip on your throat tightens for one more second before he releases it, letting you gasp in a desperate, shuddering breath. at the same time, he buries himself as deep as he can and cums with a guttural groan, pulsing hot and thick inside you. you feel every spurt of his cum flooding your cunt, the heat of it pushing you over the edge.
your orgasm crashes through you violently. your back arches hard against the mattress, legs trembling as your walls spasm around his cock. the pleasure is overwhelming, made sharper by the lack of air and the way he’s still grinding into you through it. tears spill from your eyes as your body shakes uncontrollably beneath him.
eddie stays buried inside you, breathing hard, his forehead pressed against yours as the last waves of his release pulse into you. his hand stays loosely around your throat, thumb stroking gently over your racing pulse like he’s soothing you.
“you’re mine,” he whispers against your lips. “always.”
— Fresh out of prison, Eddie is intent on keeping his head down, complete his parole and get the hell out of Hawkins. Having to trade his guitar for a shovel in the Hawkins Community Patch Programme, he’s expecting a long four years. Everything changes when he meets the girl with dirt stained knees, rosy cheeks, and relentless optimism.
A/N: no warnings, reader has an unspecified chronic illness
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Eddie’s bones crack as he wakes up that morning. This make-shift trailer he’s been put in is a far cry from a hotel suite, but it’s much better than the hard steel of his prison cell bed. It’s a mattress, and a thin duvet, which Eddie is immensely grateful for and curses this stupid group’s start time at 9am. He sits up, stretching as he runs his hands through his shorter curls. He felt like a ghost now. Though his long curls were a pain in the ass to take care of, he missed them. He missed them when they took their time to buzz it off on his first day at the slammer.
“Never cut these for anyone, baby,” his mom would say to him at 5 years old, as she gently weaved through the messy, dark curls. “You got curls just’ like your mama.”
Eddie stands, moving to his dresser and opting for a simple vest, already feeling the Hawkins heat through the window, and throwing on some black jeans. No groceries, great, he notes as he looks in the cupboards, those fuckers couldn’t spare him a bowl of cornflakes to energise him for this stupid community project he was forced into?
Breathe, he reminds himself. He survived high school, he can survive four years of pretending to do some gardening.
The community centre was built in the middle of the trailers, all roads leading to. Christ, he was already sweating, grateful this building had som fans going, sitting himself right in front of one. No one really glanced his way, all here for some shameful reason themselves, sat chatting amongst themselves. Eddie recognises a few people he’s seen at Rick’s before, some older women, and a younger boy who looks like he wants to be anywhere else.
Eddie nearly falls asleep before the noise of the project leader snaps his head up.
“Happy Monday!” Debbie, the community offer speaks, smiling at the group sat in chairs around her. “And to those new here,” she sets her eyes on Eddie, and well Eddie hates it, “Welcome to The Hawkins Community Patch! Today we’ll be focusing on reworking the wildflower patch near the benches, to foster new opportunities for insects to pollinate.”
Pollinate rings a bell, science class in high school with Mr Clarke going on about photosynthesis. He looks around, already spotting the free food and coffee table and making plans to head there first.
“Me and my team will be around to help at any point, and don’t hesitate to call us over,” Debbie claps happily once and they all stand, prompting Eddie to do the same. He heads for the sandwich table first, stuffing a ham and mustard one into his mouth, while pouring himself a coffee. He notices the younger boy come up next to him, who shoves some cookies into his pocket.
“So uh—, is this like, hard? Or is it pretty simple?” Eddie tries to make conversation, gesturing to the others getting out gardening gloves from the boxes provided. The younger boy looks up, huffing out an amused sound as he walks off. Don’t engage with the youth again, Eddie makes a note to himself.
Let’s just say Eddie’s glad his friends from Corroded aren’t here to taunt him about being on his hands and knees, fingers in the dirt attempting to arrange these flowers he’s been given, a mixture of daisies, bluebells, and these tiny purple ones. He huffs, sweat uncomfortably sat on his neck as he pushes around the dirt, shoving the flowers in where he can.
“I have some more flowers for you! Have some of these beautiful cornflowers,” the voice makes him jump, blinking as he almost tumbles to the side. He watches as a bunch of flowers are placed in front of his poor excuse of a garden. He looks up, sitting on his haunches and finding the source of the voice.
Eddie’s not a religious man, by any means, but he thinks he’s experiencing the second coming of Christ as you kneel next to him, white dress bunched up as your knees hit the grass, sun shining behind your head like some halo.
“Bees love cornflowers, because they’re so rich in nectar— and pollen most importantly,” you hum as you smile over at him, pulling your gloves on. “They’re also bright blue so, that helps!”
Eddie can just watch as you spurt out these facts, distracted by your voice, hands— hair. Face, really. You furrow your eyebrows down at his patch.
“Oh, I can see you dove right in!” You speak, looking over the flowers, “But unfortunately half of the flowers are covered in dirt, the insects won’t get to them.” Eddie snaps out of his daze, before coughing and nodding sheepish.
“Yeah I’m— not too great at the whole green thumb thing,” he explains, rubbing his arm tattoo a bit restless. Your smile never fades.
“That’s okay! Here let me help,” you offer and start to carefully reveal some of the flowers out from the dirt, letting them spring up and reorganising the dirt around their roots. “When putting new flowers in—,” you explain carefully as you empty the cornflowers out of their pots, holding the roots, “—have to remember not to destroy the roots, they’re the most important part of the flower, getting all that water from the ground and helping them grow.”
Eddie watches wordlessly, his mouth agape as you plant the cornflowers gracefully. How can you gracefully plant flowers, Eddie thinks to himself.
“Stop me if I’m rambling, I have a habit of just word vomiting when I’ve started something,” you let out a giggle, and sitting back mirroring his stance. “Do you want to try?”
Eddie blinks and nods, swallowing as he picks up another bunch of cornflowers, trying to mimic your movements. You watch, and he tries his best. God, Eddie hasn’t tried this hard since he started learning guitar.
“Perfect!” You smile, and Eddie finds it in him to let out a grunt-cough, leaning back. “What’s your name? You’re new to the neighbourhood right?”
New to the neighbourhood, funny, more like forced into the neighbourhood, Eddie thinks.
“Yeah, got put in yesterday.” Eddie nods, voice a bit scratchy. Eddie watches your sunshine smile burn brighter.
“Fun, I always like the new ones they don’t find me annoying just yet,” you joke, and Eddie snorts before crossing his arms.
“You saying you’re annoying?” Eddie tilts his head, and you shrug, moving to rearrange some of the flowers again.
“A lot of the members of the community think I could talk for America— Sean always says I’m too talkative for my own good,” you explain, somewhat rambling as you finish up the plot of flowers. “Ah— so beautiful! And look— we’ve already got a visitor, great work!” You speak happily as a bumble bee flies over, sitting onto one of the cornflowers.
“Huh,” Eddie takes his eyes of off you for a moment before squinting to see the bee perched on the flowers. “That was all you.”
You pick his hand up, your gloved fingers gently shaving off some dirt that had gotten on his.
“No gloves, I like it,” you happily speak as you get off the dirt for him, “Rules say we have to wear gloves, but getting stuck in with the dirt is supposed to have restorative benefits.”
Eddie doesn’t really believe that, but he can’t focus or even be bothered to question it as your hands meet his.
“Happy planting!” You smile and stand, brushing the dirt off your white dress which, Eddie is confused you chose a white dress but is happy to stare at it any way. Eddie just watches as you walk away, going to attend to an older guy who can’t get his gloves on.
Eddie slaps himself mentally, eyes back onto the ground. He can’t risk ruining his parole— god forbid have to spend more time in this place because he can’t keep it in his pants. He’ll just have to ignore you.
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Today’s project is planting in the vegetable patch. Eddie isn’t thrilled to be staring at a bunch of wilted and messy tomato plants, unsure of what he can do to fix them. He begins to clear the dead plants, that’s easy enough.
That familiar waft of lavender filters past him, and he can’t help but look behind quickly to see you walking around the group, looking out for anyone who needs help. He grunts under his breath as he continues to take out the dead tomato plants.
“Looking great over here, Eddie!” He jumps at your voice, nearly tumbling off his haunches. You appear, today in a floral yellow dress, stained as usual.
“You make the habit of scaring the shit out of people?” Eddie remarks, looking down as you sit next to him, smiling. Eddie wipes his forehead, feeling the damp sweat, and it was only two in the afternoon. Three more hours of this shit.
“No, I mean— I don’t mean to,” you hum as you look over his plot. “Good progress!”
Eddie doesn’t meant to flush like that, but he does.
“Uh— thanks, I guess,” Eddie manages, wiping his hands on his jeans and looking over at you. “How long have you worked here?”
“Coming up to 3 years now,” you reply, playing with the frills on your dress, “I love it. It’s like I’m not coming to work at all.” Eddie believes it, because the smile on your face could create sun rays.
“I’ve never seen someone enjoy work that much,” Eddie snorts, smiling over to you, and you all but giggle lightly in response.
“I’m grateful for every day here,” you nod, and look over the patch, the sun shining happily over it, “People always here, someone always to talk to.”
Eddie thinks about your comments, thinking how you of all people would suffer from being lonely. You were practically welcoming in a person, every part of you. Him thinking you were beautiful was beside the point.
“I’m sure everyone appreciates you, making the effort and all,” Eddie speaks, gesturing to the group deep in gardening. Your face lights up, and Eddie wants to keep that expression on you forever. “No one really wants to bother with us, when we get spat back out into society and all,”
You smile, brushing some dirt off of Eddie’s jean clad knee.
“Not no one,” you affirm, smiling happily before moving to help plant some tomato plants, where Eddie had cleared the dead ones. Eddie shoves that mushy feeling inside, and carries on removing the dead plants, not before a buzzing insect flies by and stings his arm.
“Ah— shit.” Eddie winces, standing quickly looking over the sting. A huge bulbous red mark over his bat tattoo, great. You stand, eyes wide.
“Oh— let me help you,” you take his hand and lead him to the community building, Eddie isn’t sure it’s your hand or the sting making him light headed, either way he’s not complaining. “Take a seat,” you gesture to a plastic chair near a table, and he sits, arm on the table, looking at his sting.
“You really don’t have to—,” he tries, but you hush him and sit on the table, your thighs dangerously close to his spread legs. You place his arm over your lap, and Eddie blinks as you press ice into the sting.
“Looks like a wasp sting,” you hum as you gently pat the ice into his skin, listening to his winces and being more careful. “They like to nest on the trees by the creek.”
Eddie can’t speak, just flexes his hand, his palm over your thigh. The view of your concentration is lovely, from this angle he thinks, he can see all your sun soaked freckles, and hair falling over your cheeks.
“The creek?” Is all he can muster, covering his stammer with a grunt. You nod, peeking once at the sting before continuing to blot it with ice.
“It’s just out the back of the trees by the pumpkin patch,” you explain, “It’s real nice around this time of year, to swim in,” he’s watching you explain, somehow sat closer than before. Eddie Munson, he tells himself, what happened to laying low? “Just a whole lot of nasty wasps, but wasps do pollinate so they aren’t all bad.”
“Taking their side, I’m wounded, sweetheart,” Eddie muses, and you look down at him, letting out a giggle that Eddie thinks he would hear at the gates of Heaven.
“I’ll go and tell them off myself, if that makes you feel better,” you offer, smiling. You take off the ice, taking out some anti-sting cream from the first aid kit. You then, bravely look up. “Like I said— the creek is real nice. I’m going swimming tomorrow evening, if you wanted to join. I know it’s your day off.” Your words come out shy, and Eddie can’t believe his ears for a moment, so he lags, before sitting upright.
“That— sounds nice, actually,” Eddie replies, and sees your shoulders relax seemingly at his words.
“Sweet,” you sigh out, smiling as you finish preparing the cream over his sting. “Let that settle, and apply another round before bedtime.”
Eddie is reluctant to release his arm from your lap, and you hop down from the table.
“See you tomorrow, evening.” You whisper the last part, as you walk back out to the group.
Eddie isn’t sure how much he can lay low for.
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He sees you sitting on the wooden docks over at the creek, hand in the water as you stare down at the ripples. Upon the crunch of his shoes you look behind, and a huge smile blooms over your face.
“Hi!” You wave happily, standing as he trudges over. “How’s the sting doing?”
Eddie had almost forgot about the sting to be quite honest, head full of your stupid smile.
“Oh, I’m okay,” Eddie holds out his arm, “It’s not as swollen, just itchy.” You nod, pleased with that, and gesture to the dock to where you were sitting. Sitting side by side, feet in the water, Eddie’s mind quiets for the first time, in a very long time. Just the sound of cicadas and the water rippling against the dock.
“Do you like it here?” You ask, looking to the side to face him. You have this small white slip sundress on, and Eddie thinks about how the rest of your wardrobe must look like.
“I was— partial at first,” Eddie treads carefully, watching your expression, “I have the tendency to— complain a lot? I hated that I was stuck here forced touch the dirt,” he lets out an awkward laugh at your frown, “No I— not anymore. I don’t hate it, I mean.”
Eddie sees you smile again.
“I’m prone to just wallowing. And I should just be grateful y’know? I was stuck in a prison cell for four years, I’m lucky to be here.” Eddie sighs, rubbing his eyes, “I’m glad I have a roof over my head, and I’ll be closer to seeing my uncle again, maybe my friends if they haven’t all abandoned Hawkins.”
“You and your uncle were close?”
“He practically raised me,” Eddie explains, eyes on the calm creek. “My dad went to prison quite early— mom died when I was six.”
You frown at that, hand moving to cover his that was rested on the dock.
“It was a long time ago,” Eddie trails off, and laughs self deprecatingly, “Guess I ended up like my dad after all.”
There’s a silence before you squeeze his hand.
“I’m sure your Uncle can’t wait to see you now you’re out,” you speak, smiling, “And your friends?”
Eddie smiles a bit distant, shrugging.
“They’ve probably all moved on— I had this group I’d play dungeons and dragons with, all little shits they were. Probably out at college by now,”
“People are closer than you think,” you shrug, tracing his hand tattoos slowly. “It’s only four years.”
“Wouldn’t expect them to stick around for someone like me,” Eddie mumbles, chucking a twig out onto the creek, the noise quiet in the large landscape. You frown, tapping his hand, before catching his gaze.
“You’re so mean about yourself, y’know that?” You huff out, and Eddie smiles amused, leaning back on his other hand, shoulders back. “I’m serious! You’re so kind, Eddie. You always speak to me when I’m annoying all of you in the hot sun— and you always listen to me—,”
“—that’s like, bare minimum,” Eddie scoffs lightly, but can’t take off the smile that’s plastered on his face because of you.
“It’s rare around here!” You argue, laughing as he rolls his eyes. In a moment, Eddie barely catches it but you wince, staring back at the creek, and perking up again, and jumping forward into the water. Eddie blinks, letting out a sound of— something. Should he go in and save you? You’re smiling, happily floating in water. “We came to swim, right?”
“I uh—,” Eddie looks around, the sun setting. In a hot summer evening, the water sounds real nice. You throw him a pout, head just out of the water and Eddie curses himself for being tempted, before hopping in, a loud splash following. You smile wider, as he attempts to shake his hair free of water.
Eddie isn’t sure how the time is passing so fast, the sun nearly down and darkness filtering over the creek. He can’t stop staring at your hair dripping over your chest, your dress, wet and pressed to your body peeking as the water ends and the air starts. You shiver slightly, shoulder touching his as you turn to face him.
Eddie pushes through his wall he’s put up in his head, and move a finger to push the wet strand of hair from your forehead. You swallow, smiling small as your hands steady on his shoulders. Eddie can’t see anything else, just that rosy blush on your cheeks you always get, as he can’t resist playing with your soaked dress sleeves. He can’t hear his vow to lay low— his promises to himself to resist his urges for you, but they’re deep now, deep roots that are getting more intricate by the minute.
“I hate when you’re so mean about yourself, I just wish you’d see how I see you,” you whisper, blink and you’d miss it. He swallows, faltering as you step closer, your chests together, heat growing.
No one’s ever said that to Eddie, and it makes his heart shudder.
“Can I kiss you?” Before you can say yes, you push both of your lips together, Eddie fondly smiles at the cute squeak you make, focusing on your top lip, then your bottom. Eddie’s wet hands wrap around your waist under the shallow water, pulling you closer, which has you tilting your head to deepen the kiss. Eddie’s mind reels suddenly, from the daze he blinks, tightening his hold. What happened to laying low? Not messing this up? He had one chance to not screw up his life again— getting involved with the staff at his parole sentence seemed like screwing it up, Eddie Munson style. You don’t notice his reluctance, and it kills him as you hum happily, kissing his top lip and giggling as spit runs down your chin.
“I— one sec,” Eddie breathes out, and makes some space between you. He watches your face fall, confused. Your bright, happy face has now twisted into something he never wants to see on you. “Listen, I don’t think— this is a great idea?”
Eddie sounds pathetic, it coming out as a weak question while he still has his hands on your waist. You swallow, frowning, hands a bit shakey as you step back.
“Why not?” You’ve got this relentless optimism that Eddie loves, and he’s expertly crushing it.
“I— I just joined here. I don’t want to get you fired or anything, is this even allowed?” Eddie rambles now, and you step away, the water cold, air making you shiver as you ease out back onto the dock, face crumpled. Eddie is quick to follow after you, his eyes anywhere but your wet figure as you slip your shoes on. “Look at me, please.”
You look up, shoulders shaking as you wrap your arms around yourself.
“I thought you— wanted that.” You speak weakly, sad frown tightly woven onto your cheeks, eyes glazed. Eddie’s pit in his stomach deepens as he gets another look.
“I— sweetheart,” Eddie breathes, trying to form words. God, he hasn’t been this nervous since the middle school talent show. He can’t form words, and you nod, wiping your cheeks.
“I get it.” You speak, taking off to walk back into the trees, Eddie standing like a fool, unmoving. As you go back into the patch, Eddie shouts out a curse, throwing his shoe onto the wood of the dock. He wishes he could speak to Wayne right now, he was always so wise. Knew when to do the right thing, unlike Eddie who couldn’t even form words after he rejected a girl he asked to kiss. Rejected the lovely girl that looked at him like a person again.
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The pain meds aren’t working as well this time. You make the effort to get out of bed and take them, eventhough your body feels like it’s on fire. Shuffling back to your bed, you plop back into the covers, eyes glazed with tears that seem to just fall without permission, shutting your eyes trying to drain this ache.
You’d come to Hawkins for a new start. Finally earned enough to move out of home, after years of feeling like a dead weight in your parents home. Making them take days off work to deal with you and your flare ups. Your mom protested, obviously, making sure your head was screwed on. What happens when I’m not there and you need to throw up? What happens when you can’t move to eat? This job was perfect, free accommodation for helping ex-convicts garden. Selfishly, you liked not being a centre of attention. Just a member of staff there to help, not defined by this thing that had boxed you since you were a teenager. No one knew you, no one to make comments about how well you deal with it— no one to frown with pity when you couldn’t show up to plans. You practiced gratitude, grateful to have a roof over your head, a bed to lie in while this splintering pain persisted.
Eddie was unexpected. Your joyful manner usually scared off the members of the community, but he always listened. Always nodded as you explained something to him eventhough he had a grunt hidden in the back of his throat. He was kind. You knew you’d been too forward kissing him, though your head had convinced you he felt it too. You heard him ask to kiss you, or was it just you scrambling onto anything that he reciprocated your feelings? He probably thought you were too much, too much— too much space being taken up.
The door interrupts your thoughts. You had told Debbie you were taking a sick day— she knew about your issues so she always insisted to still pay you regardless. She wouldn’t be knocking by now— end of the day. You let out a whimper, another sharp pain blooming as you shut your eyes, the sound of the door ringing.
“You didn’t lock the door—,” a voice starts, and embarassingly for you of course it’s Eddie, trudging through the trailer. You can’t find it in yourself to move, your head further pushed into the pillow. “—sweetheart?”
Eddie’s voice is like honey, a balm to the throat.
“I’m not— just sick.” You lie, and he sits on the bed, hesitant. He looks you over, palm to your head.
“You don’t feel sick,” Eddie comments, watching as you pull the duvet over your head. “I wanted to talk to you— about yesterday. But Debbie said you called in sick— and I know you have no family here.”
Eddie’s words make you peek out of the duvet, to see his gentle expression. You can’t find it in yourself to care about how embarrassed you are from the other evening.
“But I get the sense you don’t want to be having any serious talks right now, I get it.” Eddie murmurs, “Can I get you anything?”
You want to tell him to leave. Go away with his stupid voice and gentleness— but you’ve been in too much pain to get up for some water.
“I just— water please.” You manage, and he nods, moving out of your bedroom to fill up a glass. He’s back quickly, a shy smile as he sits again, urging you to sit up and sip. He’s holding your chin, in the haze of all the pain you can feel him softly help you take small sips.
“What’s the matter?” Eddie asks quietly, putting the glass on your bedside table. You sniff, sitting back against the pillows, knees to your chin.
“It’s a nuisance, and I don’t wanna bother you with it. I deal with it—,” you explain, voice scratchy. “I’m not sick— kind of. But it’s just something that’s always there.” Eddie has these eyes that make you want to just melt, spill your guts and let him take care of you. “I very quickly become a burden, to friends, to people close to me, because of it, and I, you don’t need any more problems—,”
“—what I said? About how I’ve just joined— that nothing should. Happen—,” Eddie speaks, voice quiet that soothes your running brain. “For once in my life, I’ve realised I have no problems. You’ve made me feel like I can have peace again and I—,” Eddie lets out a laugh, hand playing with the duvet corner. “Didn’t have peace for a while. But I have it— and it’s with you.”
You can’t form words to reply right now, blinking over at him.
“So will you let me take care of you?”
It’s hard, because it sounds like something you’ve feared someone saying to you. Become something they have to watch or baby sit— but the way Eddie’s staring at you makes you cave. You just nod wordlessly, and he hums.
“What do you want to do right now? That you would be doing if you weren’t in pain?” Eddie looks around as he speaks, and you can’t stop a smile that creeps over your face.
“I was reading— For the Love of Gardens,” you say shyly, and he’s there, picking up the book and sitting beside you against the head board.
Eddie reads to you, your head on his chest as he tells you about how to plant certain flowers, when some fruits best seasons are. You’re certain Eddie doesn’t know what he’s reading about, but he reads with a passion like he’s been gardening for years.
You’re getting sleepy, Eddie can tell because your head is limping down onto his stomach. He closes the book, and moves down to your level.
“Do kisses help with the pain?” You can’t help but giggle weakly at his stupid joke, as you wrap your arms around his neck, humming. “I’m great at that,” you smile up at him, your faces close like they were at the creek.
“You’ve seen me like this and you still want this?” You ask, a bit insecure, but you can’t help it. Eddie puffs out some air and pulls you in.
“I’ve seen you,” Eddie murmurs, raising his lips to kiss just below your ear, making you swallow and smile. “You’ve seen me.” Eddie kisses down your jaw, spurred on by the soft noise that came out of your throat. He reaches your chin, lips rough against it as he breathes onto yours, before pressing one where you need it, where you want it. Eddie’s hands splay over your back, letting the kiss melt deeper, feeling him turn over every stone inside you, opening parts of yourself you had hidden where no one could find.
Breathless, you both pull away and rest forehead to forehead. You’ve never been kissed like that, so full it makes your head spin. The pain is there, because it always is but the smile on your face is also there. Eddie moves the hair that had got onto your face, hands petting it back gently.
“I wanted to kiss you while you were tending my sting, y’know,” Eddie speaks, smiling as you giggle. “Never thought I’d find a girl talking to me about how important wasps are, incredibly hot and endearing.”
“Hot and endearing!” You squeak, cheeks heating up watching him kiss down your shoulder. He nods into your chest.
“I’m a changed man— you talking about nature is like dirty talk to me, oh baby— go on about how much bees love bright flowers—,”
Eddie holds you all night, hand rubbing over your back, and it’s all so warm. Everything’s not so lonely anymore, and Eddie’s so thankful he was terrible enough at gardening that first day. Terrible enough to get you to come over and help him.
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A/N: I hope you enjoy this, I’m still a bit convinced I’m bad at nsfw writing so I’m slowly working up to it.
Reader’s chronic illness isn’t specified to keep it open to everyone, the symptoms stated are what I have experienced having one myself <3
Writing has been slow as I took a turn in my surgery recovery, but all is well now and I’m back in the swing of it. 💌
Summary: New to the industry, you become paired with one of p*rn’s biggest names; Eddie “The Freak” Munson. Used to doing solo work, you can’t help but feel a little intimidated and a lot nervous. That is, until Eddie teaches you that maybe there isn’t all that much to be scared about.
Content Warning: 18+ smut, porn, porn-industry talk/mentions, pornstar!Eddie x pornstar!reader, sex work, allusion to sex, dirty talk, she/her pronouns, masturbation (m & f), use of sex toys, swearing/profanity, mentions of oral sex, actual oral sex (m & f receiving), swallowing, cum-play, handjob, digital penetration (fingering), light spanking, overstimulation, voyeurism, sex while being filmed, rough oral/face fucking, face riding, face smothering, spitting/sloppy oral sex (both m & f receiving), softdom!Eddie, mutual pining. Eddie is down bad for reader. Eddie solidifies the rumors that he's a total munch.
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He was supposed to be off on Sundays- practically unreachable. It was a clause in his final contract that he signed almost 11 months ago. He had Sundays off with no disruptions. No calls, no emails, no meetings- and absolutely no work. So, when his phone rang through the quiet confines of his loft-style apartment, he groaned out in frustration.
Leave me the fuck alone, Paul…
He thought, slumping further into his couch as he slung his forearm over his eyes. He had nothing on his agenda besides a well-needed nap and some light D&D manual reading. He didn’t even plan on leaving his apartment. Just that.
So, when his phone stopping ringing, Eddie let out a sigh of relief- trying to doze off again before it started ringing again. Not even a five minute pause between the last call.
Whatever he wants, he can leave a goddamn message like everyone else.
He would get to it on Monday. Maybe. If he was lucky.
But no.
On the third attempted call, Eddie jumps off the couch with a groan- stomping over to his wall phone before picking it up.
“Munson.” He murmurs gruffly as he leans against the wall impatiently.
“Eds! Jesus Christ, kid! Pick up your damn phone when I call.”
“What do you want, Paul?” Eddie drones, already wanting to be off the phone as fast as he picked it up.
“Look, kid, I know you said no Sundays but-“
“Nuh-uh.” Eddie cuts him off “No. You know the rules. The only thing I asked for when we renewed my contract was that I get to be unreachable on Sundays. This-“ Eddie gestures to the phone in his hand even though he knew his manager couldn’t see him. It was all for emphasis, really.
“This is not unreachable.” He finishes “It can wait until Monday.”
“Look, kiddo, I know what you said but I don’t think this can wait.”
“Yeah, well, it’ll have to wait. I’ll call you back tomorrow.”
“Do not hang up on me, Munson! I know you’ve only got a month left of this but at least respect me enough to hear me out when I speak to you.”
“Fine,” Eddie sighs, rubbing his temple in exasperation “What do you want?”
“I’ve got a gig for you. Trust me, kid, you’re gonna love it.”
Eddie rolls his eyes.
“Y’know, Paul, I feel like I’ve heard you say that before.” He points out.
“Nah, kid. I mean it. I’ve got something you’re gonna love. Meet me in my office in an hour.”
“What!?” Eddie exclaims “Hold on! Wait-“
But before Eddie could argue, his manager had already hung up- leaving the other end dead as he stood there in disbelief.
That fucking bastard.
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To say that the porn industry had made him jaded would be an understatement.
After three grueling years, a lot of fucking, faking it, and getting off enough women to start a Jim Jones-style cult- Eddie had had enough. He was retiring. For good.
The announcement to the porn industry had been a shock to everyone. Eddie “The Freak” Munson; the sex-industry’s “Prince of Porn” (Or “The Prince of Pussy” as some called him, for some odd reason) was leaving behind his legacy as the ladies’ favorite male pornstar. No one has seen anything like it. It was practically unfathomable that someone of his caliber- someone who jackhammered his way into the hearts of millions- was walking away.
To almost every man in America, Eddie “The Freak” Munson was living their dream. Eddie, however, was bored, tired, and lonely. It was fun while it lasted but he was ready to move on. You could only fuck so many blondes with huge tits and daddy kinks until it got completely played out and repetitive. It also didn’t help that, outside of filming, he wasn’t even interested in sex.
True be told, sex had become the last thing on his mind. Not that he couldn’t fuck anyone he wanted. Hell, he was sure there would be a line halfway to Europe if he did. He just didn’t see the point. It was like eating the same meal everyday for the rest of your life. You get tired of it pretty damn quick. What was the point of sex without the emotional connection? The passion? The lust? It was just a waste of time and energy.
Eddie rolled into his manager’s office an hour and a half later, taking his sweet time as he parked his van at the studio. He walks past the receptionists, sending a wink their way as he walked through to Paul’s private office suite. There have been many occasions when he overheard the girls at the front-desk fawning over him after he had just wrapped up a scene with some “up and coming” star that was completely underwhelming.
Sometimes he even thought about taking home one of the receptionists and dicking them down just to see if he felt something. That he wasn’t completely numb to getting someone else’s rocks off. But Paul would surely have his ass if he found out. Sometimes Eddie wondered why he even cared.
“Where the hell have you been?” Paul exclaims, turning towards Eddie once he walks through the door “I was just in the middle of calling you.”
Paul puts the phone down as he watches Eddie plop down into one of the chairs on the other side of his desk.
“Yeah, well, I’m here now. What are your other two wishes.” Eddie deadpans.
“You’re lucky that production pushed back today’s shoot by another hour otherwise you would’ve missed out on what the hell I even called you in for.” Paul chastises, earning an eye-roll from his client.
“Which is?” Eddie points out “You had me race across town in traffic and you haven’t even told me that the hell for. Let’s get on with it. What’s this gig you’re so obsessed about?”
“I found a girl for you.” Paul announces excitedly as if he were a matchmaker and not a manager for sex workers.
“….Okay.” Eddie replies slowly “That’s it?”
“Would you lighten up?” Paul replies incredulously “I’m getting there, okay? Just give me a minute to, you know, set the scene.”
“Paul, I don’t pay you 10% for you to ‘set the scene’ and waste my time. Let’s pick a lane here, and stick to it.” Eddie states, not mincing words. One thing he learned fast during his first year in the industry was that mincing words was what got you used up and stomped on.
“Alright. So, I found this girl. Her manager came to me. Her company is putting together a flick. Oral Fixation 5 or some shit like that. Anyway, they’re looking for a male costar for her. They want someone good. It’s the girl’s first time with a partner. She mainly does solo work. She’s a bit skittish but cute. Different than the type of girls you usually work with.”
“So, you want me to fuck an amateur?” Eddie asks, crossing his arms over his chest.
“No, no. Not an amateur. She’s been on film before.”
“Has she fucked anyone on film before?” Eddie challenges, eyeing his manager judgmentally. Leave it to Paul to call him in on his day off to ask him to fuck some newbie that probably has no idea what she’s doing.
“See, that’s the thing, you wouldn’t be fucking her.” Paul explains.
“Then what would I be doing? Feeding her bon-bons?” Eddie asks.
“Like I said, it’s an oral flick. No fucking. Very simple stuff. She basically does most of the work herself. She’ll start off solo, get herself nice and ready, you come in and eat her out, make her come, she’ll suck you off, let you come on her face and voila! Done! You’ll be out of here by noon tomorrow. So, whaddya say?”
“….What does she look like?” Eddie asks, leaning forward in his seat. He would be lying if he said his interest wasn’t piqued. No actual fucking? Just some light oral work, a blowjob, and then done? Didn’t seem that bad.
“That’s why I wanted you to come in!” Paul explains “She’s here. In Studio B shooting some stuff for Hot & Horny. You can head over, give her a good look, see what she can do, and then we can book it if she makes the cut. Maybe if she’s up to your standards, we can use her for your big flick. But you have to decide today before someone else snags her. She’s cute, kid. A real looker. I don’t see her staying small for very long.”
“Really?” Eddie asks, rubbing his chin in thought.
“Really.” Paul assures him “What’re you thinkin’?”
“Alright.” Eddie sighs, standing up from his chair “Let me see her.”
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When he walks into Studio B, Eddie is expecting to find another cookie-cutter run of the mill porn girl. Big fake silicone tits, lip injections, and an overly-enthusiastic fake orgasm. Bonus points for bleach blonde hair. What he didn’t expect to find was you- the complete antithesis of all of the other girls he’s used to. You were a breath of fresh air.
You stood off to the side of your set- a cute little bedroom set up complete with frilly pink floral sheets, heart shaped pillows, and cute little teddy bears. Boy band posters were taped onto the fake set walls to mimic the feel of a girl’s bedroom. College student, girl-next-door. Young, hot, and sexy- and, boy, Eddie was into it. He was so fucking into it.
Production staff began setting up the scene, placing several different adult toys onto the rose-printed lacy duvet. A smorgasbord of pleasure instruments. Eddie was no stranger to solo girls scenes. He’s gotten off to many of them. But this one was different. He was sucked in- intrigued.
You were standing in a silky robe, covering up whatever production has asked you to wear. All Eddie could get a glimpse of was the thigh high white stockings with lace trim that adorned your long, sexy legs. No heels. Interesting.
You were talking to a set manager, batting your long mascara-ed eyelashes as your pink, kissable lips spread into a sweet smile. The set guy said something that got you to laugh, your head tilting back as you let out an adorable sexy laugh- your hair draping down like a luscious waterfall.
Fuck, you were hot. So, so hot.
“Told you she was a looker.” Paul chimes in as he sidles up beside Eddie- too distracted to notice that he was even in the vicinity “What are your thoughts so far?”
Eddie didn’t want to reveal his hand just yet. He didn’t want to seem too eager.
“Let me sit in for this one. I wanna see what she does.” He replies slowly, crossing his arms over his chest.
Before he knows it, the director calls you over- motioning for you to enter your set and get yourself situated on the cutesy pink bed.
Alright, Eddie thought, Show-time.
Before the cameras begin to roll, you gingerly untie the silk sash of your rope- taking it off to reveal your lingerie ensemble before handing it off to a set manager. Eddie’s mouth immediately went dry.
There you were in all of your glory, decorated head-to-toe in a baby pink lacy lingerie set that Eddie wanted to unwrap- desperately. You wore a bra that was practically see-through, your perfect tits hardly covered by the lace that adorned them. Through the fabric, he could spot your perky nipples- his mouth beginning to water at the thought of rolling his tongue around them- his hands full of your gorgeous breasts.
You wore a pair of lacy matching panties. Your beautiful cunt barely hidden beneath the fabric. Covered up just enough to leave him wanting more. Teasing him. You were a vision. You sat primly on the bed, your legs tucked to the side- like a proper lady- as you waited for your cue to start. Eddie began to move closer- not wanting to miss this.
He sidled up to the small herd of production members, standing firmly as a few of them greeted him with a nod. They were probably wondering what the hell he was doing there. He normally didn’t sit in to watch scenes. He was more known to shoot his own shit, get dressed, and leave as soon as possible. Yet, here he was, metaphorically sitting on the edge of his seat as he waited for you to start.
As if by the grace of god, the set director calls action- signaling to you that the camera was rolling. There wasn’t even a hint of intimidation as you started off slow and tantalizing. You place your fingers over your lips, blowing your signature kiss to the camera. Those lips. Those pouty, pink lips. Eddie hadn’t seen anything yet and he was already hooked- those soft kissable lips drawing him in. Soft lips that he wanted wrapped around his cock.
Continuing on with your tease, you trail up your body with your cute little hands, reaching up to your chest- gently massaging your tits through your lacy pink bra. The movement was slow and sensual, your hands kneading your perfect breasts- pushing them together seductively as you began to look straight into the lens of the camera.
Okay, Eddie thought, this was definitely not your first time doing this sort of thing.
He could tell, immediately- his eyes taking in the way that you were confident and deliberate with your touches. The way that your hands trailed up and down your body- grabbing, kneading, and tracing your irresistible curves. You were comfortable. In your element. Eddie could tell right away that, when it came to getting yourself off, you were definitely no amateur. He had barely even seen anything yet and he knew- and all he wanted was to see it in real time.
You reach up to hook your thumbs into your bra straps, sliding them off your shoulders as you bit your lip- batting those pretty eyelashes at the camera lens. Reaching behind you, you began to unclasp your bra- sliding it off agonizingly slow. Eddie’s breath hitches as his eyes lock onto your bare tits- nipples hard and perky as you playfully toss the discarded bra onto the floor beside the set bed.
Eddie couldn’t help but smirk, loving the way that you teased the camera- staring it down as if it were the viewers at home. The sad, unfortunate losers that weren’t anywhere near as lucky as he was to see it in person- to even be offered the opportunity to get on his knees to please you.
You kneel onto the bed, giving the camera a good view of your lower half- your lace panties and stockings still on. Those fucking stockings. Eddie could feel the blood circulating to his dick, causing him to grow hard against the zipper of his jeans. You had barely even done anything but play with your tits and he was already starting to leak precum.
These days, it took a lot for Eddie to physically react to things. Being overly-exposed to sex in this industry tends to do that to you. So, the sheer notion that he was getting hard and horny for you when all he had seen so far were your breasts was pretty damn close to miraculous. You were barely even into your scene and he was sure that he’d have to use one of the private dressing rooms to rub one out afterwards.
You ran your hands down your stomach, staring down the camera as you caressed lower and lower down your body until you reached the waistband of your panties, biting your lip as you plunged your right hand into the fabric. Eddie had to stop himself from groaning at the sight. He had seen plenty of women touch themselves- he was a pornstar, for fuck sake- but the way that you did it was hypnotizing. His eyes become glued to your clothed core as he focuses on the way that your fingers moved and teased yourself behind the thin fabric.
So fucking hot. So goddamn sexy.
He wanted to see more- needed to see more.
Your nimble little fingers teased your clit, working behind the thin fabric of your panties as you threw your head back in pleasure- your hair cascading down as your free hand reached up to one of your breasts. You pinched the nipple between your fingers, letting out a light little moan that had Eddie’s dick stirring beneath his boxers.
Fuck, that’s hot. Eddie thought. Keep going, baby. Show me how you do it.
As if you could read his mind from across the room, your eyes open- flickering over to him as you inch your hand further down into your panties. You insert a digit inside of your pussy, causing yourself to gasp as the sensation.
Shit.
Eddie watches your knuckles work their way inside of your cunt as he strains himself to get even just a glimpse past what’s behind those pretty lace panties. He could bet that they were fucking sopping wet by the way that your muscles didn’t tense or stutter when you inserted another finger. You probably slid it in with complete ease. Like it was nothing- and that was so incredibly hot.
It went on like this for a while. Eddie staring at your lower half as you toyed with yourself from behind the panties. Just when he thought he was on the brink of getting blue balls, you slowly slipped your fingers out of your panties- the production lights on the studio set picking up the way that your digital glistened with your arousal. It was a fucking sight. Such a sight that Eddie didn’t even think about you upping the ante- taking your drenched fingers and sliding them into your mouth, wrapping your lips around them as you sucked them clean.
Holy..fuck.
Suddenly, the director called cut- the sound of his orders causing Eddie to snap his head over in horror.
Cut? No. No, no, no, no, no! You were just getting started! What the fuck?!
“Alright, babe, second act. Lose the panties and get into position. Legs spread, okay?” The director calls out, causing Eddie to sigh in relief. You weren’t wrapping yet.
Thank god!
You nod at the director, hopping off the bed as you begin to take your panties off, sliding them down your legs. Where Eddie was standing off-set, he had the perfect view as you bent over further and further to push your underwear off. You were bend over so low that he had a full fucking view of your glistening wet pussy, and he was right- you were sopping. It took all of the fucking strength and self-control he had to not stomp onto that set, pull down his jeans to free his raging hard cock and jam it into your fucking cunt. God, he’s never wanted to fuck someone so badly in his life. He wanted to tell production to fuck your solo scene so that he could start fucking you.
You straighten up, now standing as you kicked off the panties- leaving you completely nude aside from the white thigh-high stockings. You climb back onto the bed, perched near the edge as you opened your legs- sitting spread eagle in front of the camera. Eddie was fully convinced that he was about to pass out.
That perfect little pussy. It was wet, pink, and tight. The prettiest he’s ever seen and he’s seen a lot during his career. Yours was the first to make him go weak in the knees, wanting to sink down in front of you at the edge of the bed as he spread you open and devoured you- acting as if you would be his last meal.
Production came rushing in to fix your hair, smoothing away any imperfections before running off set- gearing up for your cue. You waited patiently like a good, good girl. Hands to yourself as you awaited permission to continue and, if it were up to Eddie, he would reward you. For being so good. So patient.
The director begins rolling, cuing you in to start and Eddie was hooked and ready to see what you would do next- spread out in front of him. Your eyes catch the camera, your hands roaming down to your core as you begin to play with your clit- now uncovered. No barriers in-between. Thank god.
Your middle finger does all of the work, slowly circling your sensitive little button as you throw your head back again, letting the sensation take over you. Letting your hands freely pleasure yourself as if no one were watching- as if it really were you in your bedroom alone. That, Eddie decided, was what made it so hot. You weren't putting on a performance for anyone. There was no theatrics, no drama- no over the top acting. It was you. Just as you were. Enjoying every little bit of it- and, goddamn, was it sexy.
You let out soft little moans and gasps that went straight to Eddie’s dick, twitching in his pants at the way that you sounded. You sounded sweet- melodic. Music to his ears as your breathing picked up. He stared as you moved your fingers from your clit and down through your folds, wet and glistening as you spread your arousal all over your sex. You were drenched. In all of his life, Eddie never even thought about wanting to be an appendage, but holy shit was he jealous of your fingers.
You use one of your hands to spread yourself open for the camera, causing Eddie’s eyes to almost roll into the back of his head. He was seeing so much of you and he hadn’t even met you yet. But he couldn’t help but watch. He couldn’t look away.
You sink the middle finger of your other hand into your pussy, pushing it in until you reach your knuckle- so fucking deep with that little finger of yours. Eddie couldn’t help but want to take over, wanting to use his much bigger digits to fill you up just how you deserved.
Eddie watched as you slip another finger in, framing your soaked core with your pointer and pinky finger. The way that you touched yourself was hypnotic, putting him in a trance as you ramped yourself up closer and closer to your orgasm. Your moans grew louder, breathing heavier and more needy. Because there was something you needed- Him. Or maybe that’s delusional of him to think. But he knew that he needed you. He was hungry for you and he wanted a taste.
You begin fingering yourself, expertly delving your fingers into your pussy as you fucked yourself with your digits just the way that you liked. Eddie studies this, watching the way that you liked it- wanting to replicate it. No, he wanted to do it better. So fucking good that you couldn't even fathom the idea of anyone touching you but him. He was so drunk on your pussy and he hadn't even so much as touched it yet. He was fucked.
"Alright, angel." The director calls out, catching Eddie's attention for a moment "How about we get some footage of you with one of the toys? Get a really good build-up, climax, we'll do a closeup of the aftermath, and then we're done. Sound good?"
Toys? Eddie forgot about the toys. He was so fucked. He probably shouldn't watch this, knowing that he could very well finish in his pants- but he didn't care. He was rooted to the spot. Too addicted to move. He was drunk on you and your sexy body and your perfect pussy. He needed this. He needed to see you come undone. He needed something to think about tonight as he jacked himself off so hard that he would probably chafe. He'd have to use lube. His own spit wouldn't cut it. There's no way that he could rub himself raw when he knew that he was going to be lucky enough to be in your mouth the next day. Sucked off by those pouty pink lips.
His own thoughts and the view of you naked on that bed, toying with yourself, was becoming overstimulating. It was like an outer-body experience to watch. Even though he didn't feel like he was in his own body, he knew that there was nothing he wanted more than to be inside of yours.
His eyes are glued to the scene as you daintily reach for the toy of your choice. A purple Jack Rabbit style vibrator. You click it on, watching as the toy came to life in your hands. Eddie couldn't help but think about how much bigger he was than that stupid toy. How he would be able to reach places inside of you that the vibrator couldn't even come close to reaching. Places that you probably didn't even know existed. You deserved to be fucked like a queen. Not by some inadequate toy. Even still, he watched as you pressed the tip of the toy to your clit- causing you to gasp loudly in reaction.
Fuck, Eddie thought as he watched you slide the tip of the toy past your clit and through your folds- marveling at the way that your body shivered in reaction. The way that your body responded to pleasure was oh so delicious. Eddie was eating it up like he was starving.
He watches as the toy collects a thick coating of your arousal, making it so wet that Eddie had to bite his lip to keep from moaning.
Fuck, you were so wet.
You slide the toy back up towards your clit, pressing the tip against it harshly as your eyes fluttered shut- causing you to buck your hips.
So fucking sensitive.
You swirl the toy against your clit as you breath catches, followed by a soft moan that escaped those pretty lips.
Fuck, baby, let me hear you.
As if you could hear his thoughts, you let out a needy whine. You needed more. It wasn't enough. Not even close.
Before he could process it, you had begun to insert the toy into your pussy- falling back onto the mattress underneath you as you started to thrust it inside. Flicking your wrist with a motion that had you whimpering desperately. The vibration inside of your cunt causing your walls to contract around the vibrator- making it a tight squeeze to continue thrusting.
Eddie's eyes were wide as he watched. The sounds of your moans, the faint buzzing of the vibrator, and the wet squelching sound of your pussy completely overtaking him. Fuck, this was hot. The most erotic thing he's ever fucking seen.
You continue fucking yourself with it, picking up the pace as you sit yourself up enough to watch you fuck yourself with it.
Shit, yes! Bet you like to watch yourself get fucked, don't you?
You mouth falls open as you watch how slickly coated the toy was as you pushed it in and out of your pussy. Eddie was jealous that it wasn't his dick covered in your arousal, making it so easy for him to slide in and out of your cunt at an ungodly pace. He wanted it so fucking bad that his knees were weak.
Without warning, you finally find that spot. That perfect spot deep within you that had you going crazy. Toes curling, gasping for air, moaning out like crazy as you squeezed your eyes shut. You were close.
Fuck, baby! Just like that! Fuck, fuck, fuck!
You pushed that pathetic little toy as deep as it could go, your mouth falling into a perfect little 'O' as you got closer and closer and closer.
Show me how you like it, baby. That's right. So fucking good!
Soon you couldn't control yourself, bucking your hips as you thrusted it in and out of hole as your moans became more loud and desperate.
Fuck, sweetheart, doing so good. You're almost there. Need to watch you cum.
You began to reach your peak, practically sobbing as you kept working for it.
C'mon, baby. Give it to me. Let me see it.
And as if on cue with his dirty thoughts, you cry out in pleasure. Finally peaking as your thighs began to shake, whimpering as you came all over that stupid toy- your orgasm hitting you like a tidal wave.
Fuck, yes! That's it! Fuck, you are so fucking hot! Jesus fucking Christ!
You rode out your orgasm, your chest rising and falling as you tried to catch your breath. It was so fucking hot. Eddie didn't know how he had gone this long in his career without fucking you. Without knowing you existed. A perfect little sex kitten that he wanted to play with. Hell, you alone were giving him second thoughts about retiring. Not before he could fuck you in every possible way imaginable. Fuck, he was so fucking into you that he could surely invent new ways to fuck you that had never even been thought of before. He'd have to create a whole new updated version of the Kama Sutra with you as his sole muse.
"That's a wrap! You did great!"
The director praises you as you slowly begin to sit up on the bed, hair wild with a blissed-out look on your face. Eddie had never seen someone look so beautiful post-orgasm.
A member of the production crew came over to you and handed you your silk robe. You stand up with shaky legs as they helped you put it on- making yourself modest after that fucking smoke-show that you had just given everybody. Eddie didn't know how no one else was crashing down like he was. He was leaking so much precum that he would probably need new pants. But it was worth it because you were...wow.
"See? I told you." Eddie whips his head over to catch his manager standing there next to him. Had he been there the whole time? Had Eddie been talking out loud? "What do you think, kid?"
Eddie's mouth was dry. He felt dehydrated from just watching. He felt like he needed to down a gallon of water after watching you get yourself off like a fucking professional. With an intensity that he's never fucking seen before.
"Is she still available?" Eddie croaks, his heart hammering in his chest. What if another guy had swooped in and booked the gig right under his nose while he was too busy ogling at you?
"I could give her manager a call and see if it's still open. I know they reached out to a few guys. That Chris Infamous guy being one of them. The jacked up one with the muscles. You know who I'm talking about."
Chris Infamous? Over his dead fucking body!
“Paul, go call her manager right now and tell them I’m in. Like, now.”
────────
The whole way home, he had been antsy. He had waited an hour after your shoot in his manager’s office as he called up your manager in an attempt to get in touch with them. There was no luck. Paul had missed them every single time- and Eddie made him leave a voicemail every…single…time. He couldn’t let this opportunity slip through his hands.
Eddie tried to busy himself with his previous plans that he had before leaving his loft earlier that day but he just couldn’t focus. The words in his Dungeons and Dragons player manual just blended together and his mind would wander off, causing him to read the same sentence over and over again.
He couldn’t keep his mind off of you. Your soft, supple body wrapped up in that pink lingerie. Those goddamn white stockings that you had kept on the entire shoot. The way your pussy glistened with your arousal underneath the production lights. Eddie was addicted- transfixed. He needed to do this scene with you.
He throws down his player’s manual, tossing his head back onto the couch. He stares up at the ceiling as he lets out a frustrated grunt. Waiting back for a response was torture. He just needed a yes or a no- hopefully a yes. God, he was hoping for a yes. But if the gig was taken, he wished he would know sooner rather than later in order to kill the anticipation.
He reaches onto the coffee table for his pack of cigarettes, pulling one out and placing it between his lips before lighting it. He took a couple of drags, the taste of nicotine barely doing anything to calm his nerves. He was so pent up. He had been ever since your scene. He was hot and bothered.
His mind drifts back to thoughts of you. Your perfect tits that would fit perfectly in his hands. Your perky nipples that he wanted to roll his tongue against, tasting them. But he mostly thought about your sex. What you would taste like. He imagined that you would be sweet- candy-coated beneath his tongue as he ate you up. Liquified sugar in the best way.
Eddie could feel his cock twitch beneath his pants as he fantasized- wanting to bury his head between your soft thighs as he worked his tongue against you so ferociously like it would be the last thing he’d ever do. He’d never wanted someone as bad as he wanted you- wishing that he could toy with your sensitive little button with the tip of his tongue. Teasing you until you begged for more.
Eddie began to unbutton his pants, feeling the ache in his cock that was dying to be satiated. He needed a release. His head was so full of you that he needed to do something to quell the heat that he felt in his groin. He needed to cum.
He pulls down his zipper, feeling a sense of relief as the pressure of the metal enclosure against his hard cock was finally removed. It was like releasing a long, pent-up sigh. He was painfully hard. Practically throbbing underneath his boxers as he slides his hand down past the fabric, gripping himself as he attempts to pull his dick out. He winces at the sensitivity he felt on his cock head.
When he pulls his dick free from his jeans, he looks down to find that his tip was nearly red, angry at the lack of attention that it was receiving. It had been a long time since Eddie had touched himself. He normally didn’t have to with the kind of work that he did. But this was different, he needed this. He needed relief.
He wraps his hand around his length, slowly moving it up and down the way that he liked but his member felt nearly hot to the touch. He was so worked up that it had made him ultra-sensitive to every little thing. Every stroke, every little flick of his wrist. He could feel everything with ten times more intensity than normal. And, god, he didn’t want this. He didn’t want to jack himself off to completion on his living room couch. No, he wanted to sink his desperately hard cock into the velvety soft walls of your incredible cunt.
A pearl of precum leaks out of his tip, slowly dripping down until he collects it with his finger-swiping it up to use as lubricant and he began to buck his hips into his hand. It shouldn’t be his hand. It should be you. He didn’t want to settle for anything that wasn’t you. But he’d have to until he hopefully got the real thing.
“Ah! F-fuck!” He gasps as he picks up a faster pace, wanting to reach his peak as quickly as possible. He was desperate for it. He was needy and fucked out by the images of you that kept playing out in his head.
You on the bed with your legs spread wide open for him, ready to take whatever it was that he was willing to give you like the good girl you would be. Like the good girl he just knew that you were. He stroked himself fast and hard as he thought about how he’d want you to take his cock. He wanted your legs slung over his shoulders as he pounded into you hard enough to have you sobbing. He wanted to wrap his hand around your throat and jerk you back onto his cock as he fucked you from behind. He wanted to fuck you like a whore. Like you were made for it.
“Fuck, baby…” Eddie whimpers, more precum oozing from his tip as he imagined that it was your hand instead of his. Stroking him with those soft little hands of yours as you stared him down with those gorgeous eyes. Marveling at just how crazy you could drive him- at just how badly he wanted you.
“Shit….just like that, sweetheart. Fuck.”
Eddie could feel himself getting close, his breathing picking up faster and faster until they became needy grunts- trying to chase his high.
“Shit, shit, holy fuck…”
He kept stroking and he wouldn’t stop until he got there. Not when all he could think about was just how hot you looked when you orgasm. When all he wanted was to fuck you so good that you had to beg him to stop. How he wanted to make you cum on his cock over and over again until you couldn’t take it anymore. He wanted to take you apart just to put you back together again.
Just when he was ramping up to his finish, a few seconds away from blowing his load into his hand, the phone rings- snatching him right out of his fantasies.
Fuck. No!
He growls in frustration, jumping off the couch as he stumbles towards the phone- barely stuffing his angry cock back into the confines of his jeans. A denim-clad prison.
“What?” He huffs as he picks up the phone, his breathing still heavy and ragged from touching himself.
“Eddie, listen, I got in touch with her management.”
“Fuck!” He sighs in relief, resting his back against the wall. “What’d they say?”
“They were pretty psyched that you wanted in, kid. Turns out you were first choice for them. Which is great because they were an inch away from giving the gig to Chris. Good thing I called when I did. Anyway, you got the gig. They’re excited. The girl’s excited.”
You were excited? Wait…You knew who he was?
“Wait, she knows who I am?” Eddie stammers, his heart beating wildly in his chest.
“Oh yeah.” Paul laughs “Apparently she’s a huge fan.”
“Fuuuck. No shit?” He asks, trying to fight the grin on his face. He felt on-top-of the-world fucking incredible.
“Have you ever known me to pull your leg, kid? She asked for you specifically. By name. Lucky you, playboy!”
Yeah, Eddie thought. No fucking kidding!
“She asked…for me?” He still couldn’t believe it. You were out-of-this-world gorgeous and you wanted him to be your first on-screen partner? Eddie hadn’t experienced an ego-boost this big since…well, ever.
“Yeah, kid. First on her list. She was worried we wouldn’t accept what her management was offering but I told her we’d make it work.”
Fuck, he would do it for free.
Wait…
“You spoke to her?” Eddie asks, jaw practically hitting the floor.
“Oh yeah,” Paul replied “She personally returned my calls. Wanted to thank us for accepting.”
“No fucking way.” Eddie swoons. It just kept getting better.
“She also wanted me to tell you that she hoped you were impressed at the shoot today. She said she was a little nervous when she saw you but hopefully you didn’t notice.”
You...naughty…little…minx. You had known that he was there the entire time? Fuck….
“Anyway, call time for tomorrow is eight a.m.” Paul adds “And Eddie?”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t fucking be late.”
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The next morning, Eddie had woken up early.
Not because he had something to do or somewhere to be. No vastly important errands that he needed to run. Eddie had woken up early because his body couldn’t stand to stay dormant and asleep any longer. Because, for once in a long time, his reality was better than sleep. He had something to look forward to- you.
He had never felt this way before, never took his work too seriously- honestly, what was there to take seriously? He just showed up, fucked, picked up his check, and went home. He never put much thought into things. He just did them. But today was different. Today, he seemed to be putting too much thought into everything.
He agonized over whether or not to drink coffee, worried that the caffeine might make him come off hyper or on edge when he finally had the opportunity to speak to you. He debated foregoing breakfast, giving himself an excuse to invite you out to post-work brunch if things really took off between you two. This was the start of all of his worries. The closer it got to his call time, he got more and more in his own head.
He was suddenly hyper-aware of everything about himself. Anything that you could nit-pick when you finally met. Did you like tattooed guys? What if you didn’t? Would you think his tattoos were stupid? Did you prefer guys with short hair as opposed to long hair? What if he wasn’t your type at all in the slightest and none of this even really mattered? It only got worse by the minute.
Then he reminded himself that you knew him. You’ve seen his work. You were a fan. There was obviously something you must have liked if you chose him out of any other guy in the industry. You were so pretty that you could have requested anyone you wanted- and you chose him. Eddie desperately wanted to know why.
He prepped and primped himself in the bathroom like a teenage girl. He took extra care in the shower, scrubbing every inch of himself vigorously with the soap that smelled extra good.
He washed and conditioned his hair. Hell, he actually brushed it and applied product instead of just running his fingers through it and calling it good. He fucking styled it- putting it into a low bun with a hair tie that he found in his medicine cabinet. He knew just how much wearing his hair up drove women crazy- and he hoped that you weren’t any exception.
He paid extra attention to his downstairs area, making sure that he was perfectly trimmed and proper for you. The last thing he wanted was for you to get on your knees for him and be met with an unkempt jungle. He wanted things to be neat and tidy. He also hoped that landscaping the bush would make his dick appear prettier- something that you’d want to put in your mouth.
An hour before his call time, he was shaking like a leaf. He felt like he was in high school again, nervous and skittish around the female population of Hawkins High. Which was ironic considering what he does for a living these days. Over the years following graduation and leaving that hellhole, Eddie had begun to gain a sense of self-confidence. His demeanor changed.
He became sure of himself, finally believing that he was worth women’s attention. That he was far more attractive than he initially gave himself credit for- and the critical feedback on his work as a porn actor definitely proved that. If twenty year-old Eddie could see just how many women would flip their shit over him, he’d have probably dropped dead in disbelief. But none of those women mattered. None of the porn girls that he had previously filmed with mattered. Even the girls from Hawkins didn’t matter anymore. You mattered.
The whole drive to the studio was anxiety-inducing. Multiple people tried to cut him off on the freeway- gotta love L.A. traffic. Some douchebag in a fucking Corvette flipped him off because he forgot to use his blinker, which seemed to worsen Eddie’s mood as he just kept overthinking himself. How was he supposed to talk to you, let alone shoot a scene, when he couldn’t even drive straight?
When he finally pulled up to the studio and parked his van, Eddie was officially a wreck. He had no idea what to do with himself. You were probably already inside trying to pretty yourself up for your scene together. Eddie couldn’t help but wonder what you would wear- hell, why did he even care if you wore anything at all?
He wondered if you were just as nervous as he was. Granted, you had an excuse. This would be your first scene with a partner, meanwhile, this wasn’t anywhere close to Eddie’s first rodeo. Yet, he felt like a virgin on prom night.
He enters the studio, trying to act normal as the front desk girls greet him. Even the choruses of “Hi Eddie…” in their seductive voices weren’t enough to get him out of his own head. He just gave a small wave and a slight tinge of a smile on his lips. Normally he would’ve leaned up against the receptionist desk and flirted- given them just a scrap of his attention. But not today. Not when he felt like he was going to be sick.
He drifted all the way back to Paul’s office, casually knocking on the door a couple of times before letting himself in. His manager looks up from his desk, suddenly adopting a confused look on his face once he laid eyes on Eddie.
“What in the hell are you doing here?” Paul asks, tilting his head in confusion.
The comment takes Eddie aback, immediately causing his stomach to drop. Was he missing something? He was supposed to be here…right? Then he felt the dread seep in.
Fuck. The shoot’s cancelled. No way. There is no…fucking…way.
“I…uh…I’m confused.” Eddie replies slowly, shaking his head as he tries to keep it together. This could not be happening.
“Aren’t we shooting today? I came before call time. Did they fucking cancel?” He panics, running his ring-clad fingers through his hair in agony. Fuck!
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down.” Paul says “Nobody cancelled. Shoot’s still on.”
“But…I thought…you said you were surprised that I’m here.” Eddie tries to reason.
“Yeah,” Paul nods, looking at Eddie as if he were nuts “I’m surprised that you’re here before call time. I’ve managed you for the past three years and I can barely remember a time when you’ve ever shown up on time. Let alone early.”
“Oh.” Eddie replies, dumbfounded.
Well, at least the shoot is still on.
“Are you wearing cologne?” Paul asks, looking Eddie up and down as he stood awkwardly in front of his desk.
“Oh.” Eddie breathes “Yeah.”
That has Paul even more confused. Eddie always smelled nice but it was always just his natural scent- laundry detergent, a woodsy musk from the deodorant he wore, and a hint of cigarette smoke. Eddie never deliberately put on cologne unless he was trying to impress someone- and Paul knew this.
“Alright, well…” Paul starts, not knowing what to say to make things less awkward than it already was “Your leading lady is here. Dressing room A.”
“She’s here already?” Eddie gapes, taken by surprise. He thought he had more time to prepare. For what? He didn’t know.
“Yeah, kid. Unlike you, the leading lady happens to know a thing or two about punctuality. Speaking of which, why don’t you go see how she’s doing? Bet she’s sweating like a sinner in church. First time on-camera partner and all that.”
“Do you think she’s nervous?” Eddie asks, out of concern but mostly to gauge if you could be nervous because of him.
“No idea, kid, but it would be nice for you to have a conversation with each other. You know, before you stick your dick in her mouth.” Paul suggests.
To which, he had a great point. Eddie probably should go and say hi. Hopefully he can pull himself together enough to be charming and personable for you. Or, if anything, at least make you feel a bit more comfortable with him before he went down on you in front of a whole camera crew. This could either go very well for him or become a complete disaster.
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Eddie stood outside of your dressing room door, his body so tense that he felt like stone. On the other side of this door was you- the girl of his wet dreams that he somehow, begrudgingly, didn’t know existed until yesterday. To say that he was nervous would be an understatement. Eddie’s stomach felt like it was tied in knots and the last thing he wanted was for you to see that he was nervous. No, he had to play it cool- confident and sure of himself. He could do this. Even if it was all a facade.
He begins to knock, so nervous that he could practically break into a sweat over it. He was definitely glad that he decided to wear cologne today but then Eddie began to worry that maybe the cologne would make it seem like he was trying too hard. He was worried that you could sense it and that it would turn you off. Turning you off was the absolute last thing he wanted to do.
He could hear shuffling from behind the door, the sound growing closer before the handle turned and the door swung open- revealing you. All dolled up with completed hair and makeup. Wearing that short little silk robe. As soon as you saw him, your face broke into a smile.
Okay, Eddie thought, that’s a good sign.
“Hey,” he smiles, trying to be smooth but it was so fucking hard when you looked at him with those eyes “I’m Eddie. I’m…uh…I’m your scene partner for today.”
Not that he had to introduce himself. You knew exactly who he was. You had gotten off to his scenes more times than you could count.
“Right, of course!” You exclaim, extending out your hand in greeting as you introduced yourself to him. Eddie raised his eyebrows when he noticed that you hadn’t given him your porn name. No, you had given him your real name.
“Well, it’s nice to finally meet you….properly.” Eddie jokes, causing you to laugh. God, he loved the way your lips curled into a smile- how your eyes lit up. You were so damn pretty.
“Me too.” you nod, looking at him for a beat too long to be accidental. With a cheeky little glint in your eyes as you casually looked him up and down.
Oh, Eddie thought, so we’re flirting now?
“You mind if I come in? Or are you going to make me hang out in the hallway?” Eddie teases “Which I wouldn’t mind. As long as you keep looking at me like that.”
Your heart flutters in your chest “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to stare.” You bite your lip nervously- and, boy, does Eddie notice.
“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart.” He smirks “So, you gonna let me in or?”
“Right!” You shake your head “Come in.”
You step aside, letting him walk through the door before closing it for privacy. Not that you expected anything to happen. Not off-camera, at least.
Eddie walks over and sinks down onto the small loveseat that was against the wall in the dressing room. He sits seductively, legs spread apart as he leans back on the sofa like he owned it. Honestly, he was so charming that he could tell you that he did, indeed, own it and you’d believe him. You, on the other hand, sank down into the hair and makeup chair across from him.
“So, I…uh….I should probably say thank you for accepting. My management probably already told you but it’s my first time doing a scene with someone else. I normally do solo work.”
“So I’ve seen.” Eddie replies, a cocky smirk on his lips. He wanted you to know that he had seen you in action. Not that he needed to tell you. No, he just wanted to remind you of the fact.
“So, my manager might have told me that you had requested me specifically…..by name.”
As soon as the words left his lips, your face began to heat up in embarrassment. “He told you that?”
“Mhm.” Eddie hums, his eyes devouring you.
“Oh.”
“Don’t worry,” Eddie smiles slyly “I was pretty flattered, actually. Not gonna lie, it kinda gave me a big head.”
And, to tell you the truth, I wanna show you my big head, Eddie wanted to say.
But he didn’t want to come off crude and overtly sexual during your first meeting.
“Really?” You mumble bashfully, trying to look anywhere but at Eddie but it was so hard when he was so fucking hot.
“Yeah.” He confirms “Especially coming from a girl like you. So, tell me, sweetheart….why me?”
The sound of his deep, sexy voice calling you sweetheart was enough to make you light-headed. Lord have mercy….
“Well,” you sigh “My management really started to float the idea of me doing stuff with a co-star. They thought it might push my career a bit more and give me more opportunities. To be honest, I wanted to do it but I didn’t want to do it with just anyone. So, I told them that I would only agree to do it as long as I could pitch at least one guy that I thought I could feel…comfortable with.”
You thought you could feel comfortable with him. You had chosen him because there was something about him that you felt was different than all of the other porn guys. You were far too shy to admit it but Eddie was your favorite male pornstar. You didn’t know what it was about him but he just felt safe. Like you wouldn’t be completely in your head if you were to work with him.
You had seen so much of his stuff that you had witnessed exactly how he treated other girls-putting their pleasure first so much so that he made sure to at least get them off twice before he finished, himself. It wasn’t just that but how soft he seemed with them. Like every one of them and how they felt was important. For your first time, you didn’t want to feel like a piece of meat. You wanted to feel cared for. You were certain that Eddie Munson would be the perfect guy to pop your first-time cherry with. He didn’t want to settle for anything else.
“I make you feel comfortable?” He asks, looking at you in a way that had you on the brink of melting into your seat. However, truth be told, it was Eddie who was trying not to lose his shit. You felt comfortable with him. You had chosen him because there was something different about him than the others. You felt something.
“That’s, uh, really flattering.” Eddie clears his throat, trying to stifle the very turned-on moan that he felt coming. "Can I maybe ask why you feel comfortable with me? Y'know, so I can lean into it while we're shooting the scene?"
And so I can use it as spank bank material tonight…
“Well, I don't really know what it is exactly.” You begin, wringing your hands nervously in your lap “I guess it’s the vibe you give off. I’ve seen your stuff and I just….there’s something about how you treat the other girls that makes me feel like I’d be safe. Cared for, I guess.”
“Okay, yeah." He nods.
Keep it together, Eddie. Jesus Christ...
“I want to make sure you feel cared for. It's important to me. Especially it being your first time. I'm really flattered."
“Yeah?”
“Oh yeah, of course. How could I not be?' Eddie admits “You're, like, super gorgeous....and you picked me, for some reason."
He says it as if he's not one of the most sought after guys in the industry. Like he was nobody. Like he couldn't have a harem of girls hanging all over him if he wanted to.
“I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’m looking forward to it. Making you feel cared for...and safe."
"Thanks, Eddie." You reply bashfully "That means a lot to me."
"Um....so....since we're being truthful and shit...can I admit something?" He asks, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.
"Yeah." You agree "Absolutely. Safe space and all." You smile and, god, it makes Eddie's dick so hard.
"I...uh...I've kinda got a little crush on you." He blurts out before he can back out of saying it.
"Oh." You breathe, your eyes widening in surprise "You have a crush...on me?"
Eddie fucking Munson just admitted that he had a crush on you.
"...Yeah." He winces "I've kinda been down bad for you since yesterday."
"Really?" You repeat "Me?"
"Why do you keep saying it like it's hard to believe or something?" Eddie laughs.
"I mean....because it is. You're...you know..."
"I'm what?" He pushes, wanting to hear you say it.
"You're Eddie 'The Munch' Munson, for god's sake."
"Jesus fucking Christ," Eddie laughs "That’s a new one."
"I mean...it's not not factual." You argue "When you...you know...eat pussy like that....you could have basically any girl that you want."
"Hm." Eddie hums, as if he were doubting it.
"Oh please," You tease "Don't act all modest. You know you're gifted."
"Oh, I am, am I?" He flirts, a cheeky smirk spreading across his lips.
"As if you don't know." You scoff, trying to avoid his gaze. But how could you when he was so hot?
"Well, sweetheart, that's really flattering coming from you." He compliments "At least I know that I have a pretty good chance of pleasing you later."
The comment went straight to your core, causing you to shift in the hair and makeup chair as you clamp your thighs together. You tried to be inconspicuous about the fact that him and his words had such a strong effect on you, but Eddie's eyes shift to your long, sexy legs as you crossed them in your seat. His lips curl into another smirk. He was loving this.
"Don't look at me like that." You practically whisper, your face heating up bashfully.
"Like what?" Eddie teases, that fucking shit-eating-grin still plastered on his face.
"I don't know. Like-"
"Like I wanna eat you?" Eddie interjects, raising an eyebrow at you seductively.
Cocky asshole....
"What if I do wanna eat you, sweetheart?" He asks, leaning forward as he rests his elbows on his knees, staring you down.
"I-"
"'Cause I do. As a matter of fact, since this is a safe space and all, I'm going to tell you that I wanna eat you so fucking bad. Real bad."
You were so fucking wet. Holy fucking shit.
"And if I'm being real honest, baby, I wanna eat you so good that I make you cry. But I get the feeling that you just might like that."
"Eddie..."
"But only if you want me to." He adds "I don't wanna misinterpret anything."
He couldn't misinterpret anything if he fucking tried. How you felt about him was so fucking obvious.
"Anyway," He says, quickly standing from his seat on the sofa. “I should probably go freshen up for you. Y'know, seeing as I'm about to get really lucky in the next..." He checks his watch "Thirty minutes."
He looks up from his watch, his big brown eyes falling upon you- drinking you in.
"See you out there, Princess."
────────
You were so fucking nervous. You stood off-set, watching as production set up lighting- making sure there was the right amount of brightness on the scene stage. The set was a small brick-walled room with an expensive looking black leather sofa in the middle. White shag rug underneath it and some vibrantly green foliage plants in the background.
It was reminiscent of those “casting couch” scenes that porn companies liked to shoot- but this one was classy. Not cheap and sleazy. Like it was the middle of someone’s living room- a glimpse into a private passionate moment between a couple and not just two strangers fucking. Eddie Munson was going to eat you out on that couch. The thought of it made you somehow even wetter than you already were.
Just as you were allowing yourself to get lost in the fantasy, you feel a large hand on your waist- causing you to look over to find Eddie standing next to you. Staring at you with softness in his eyes.
“Doing okay?” He asks, searching your face for any indication that you weren’t, indeed, doing okay.
“I’m okay.” You breathe shakily “Just a little nervous.”
“Don’t be.” Eddie whispers, leaning into you so intimately that only you could hear “There’s nothing to be nervous about. It’s just me. You’re safe with me, okay?”
And somehow those five little words felt like they’ve lifted so much weight off of your shoulders. He was right. It was just him. You could trust him.
“Okay.” You whisper, looking into his warm, brown eyes. Everything was going to be okay.
“How about this…” he starts, beginning to think “If things become too much or you need to stop, I want you to tap my arm twice. I’ll get them to cut and we’ll take a break.”
“Won’t they get mad?” You ask, your voice tiny and uncertain.
“It doesn’t matter.” He states “What matters is that you’re comfortable. This is about you, sweetheart. Without you, there’s no scene. You have the upper-hand. You are in control here. Nothing happens here that you don’t want to happen. Understand?”
“Yeah.” You nod “Okay.”
“You trust me?”
“I trust you, Eddie.”
“Good.” He nods “Because there’s nothing to worry about. If things start to get overwhelming with everyone watching just close your eyes and just focus on feeling, okay? That’s my job. To make you feel good.”
You didn’t think it was possible to be even wetter than you had been before but Eddie being sweet on you had practically opened up a floodgate inside of you. If it weren’t for the scene, you’d throw yourself at him right there.
“Well, hopefully I’m able to return the favor.” You say “I’ve never done that before…on camera.”
You were alluding to giving him a blowjob. It’s not like you haven’t given blowjobs to ex-boyfriends and casual hookups before. But this was different. You would be sucking off Eddie Munson- a man that’s probably received far too many blowjobs to count. He’s probably experienced some mind-blowing shit and there’s no way that you’d ever be able to compare to what other porn girls have been able to do to him with their mouths. You were embarrassed to even try.
“Sweetheart, I’m sure you’ll do just fine, trust me. I’m not picky.” He laughs “Blowjobs are like pizza. Even when it’s not the best pizza, it’s still good because it’s pizza. Not that I expect you to be bad or anything.”
“…I don’t know if that’s supposed to be encouraging or not.” You reply, starting to retreat back into your own head.
“Sweetheart, what I’m trying to say is that it’s going to be fine. Don’t think too much about it.”
“But how could I not think about it when-“
You were cut off by Eddie grabbing for your hand, squeezing it affectionately as he looked into your eyes.
“I thought said you trusted me.” He points out, raising an eyebrow at you.
“I do.” You reply hastily “I just-“
“Like I said, focus on feeling. When we get to that part, I just want you to focus on what feels right. Things will be fine. Honestly, there’s also nothing sexier than a girl that’s into it, y’know?” Eddie explains “You don’t have to be the best at something. It doesn’t matter. What matters is that you enjoy doing it and I want you to enjoy yourself. ‘Kay?”
“Okay.” You nod, letting his words sink in.
“Also, sweetheart, with lips like those, I’m sure you suck cock like a champ but I guess I’ll just have to wait to find out.”
Your heart skips a beat at his dirty confession and you almost think about smacking his arm before one of the production managers approaches you.
“You’re on in five.” They say “Start stripping down and we’ll get you on set.”
You felt your blood run cold.
“Hey,” Eddie whispers, voice low as he strokes your back with one of his large hands “If it gets to be too much just look at me, okay? I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be here the entire time.”
You take a deep breath before nodding. Eddie gives your hand another squeeze before letting you walk to take your place on set. He had successfully gotten you out of your head even just a little bit. Now Eddie just had to get himself out of his own head about cumming too soon.
────────
Eddie stands back near the camera as the director calls action. He had been watching you like a hawk, eyes peeled for any sort of sense that you were beginning to panic. He stared as you dropped your robe, handing it off before gingerly taking a seat onto the black leather sofa.
“Alright, start off slow like you normally do. Take as much time as you need. Start off with slowly taking the panties off. We’ll do some light touching, maybe some fingering. Get yourself nice and ready then Eddie’s gonna come in and take care of you.”
Hearing those words immediately felt soothing to you.
You look over towards the camera and lock eyes with Eddie. He was right there like he told you he would be. He winks at you, setting off a flurry of butterflies in your stomach.
You began to follow directions, waiting for the director to give you the okay before you started. Then you began to do what felt right. Just like you were doing a solo masturbation scene. You began to touch and caress your body, getting yourself worked up as you got into the scene.
You began with your breasts, reaching your hands up as you began to knead them through the red lacy bra that you had chosen for this scene- something that made you feel sexy and confident. In your head you began to repeat it like a mantra.
You were sexy and confident.
You are sexy.
You are confident.
You could do this.
You push your tits together, thumbs rubbing over your nipples through the lace bra and you gasped at the feeling. You shut your eyes, allowing yourself to be in the moment and just feel. Just like Eddie had told you.
Eddie, on the other side of the set, was watching. His eyes were hyper-fixated on every little thing. The way your soft hands roamed your supple body and you tossed your head back in pleasure as you teased yourself. He was too far away but he was sure that you were letting out the tiniest little moans as you touched and squeezed and felt your sexy body with gentle hands.
Eddie had been halfway hard all morning but now his cock was starting to respond to every little thing you did. Every pinch, every grasp, every flick of your fingers against your tits. He could’ve sworn that it was starting to get hot in there and your bra wasn’t even off yet.
“Okay, honey, start to naturally drift down more. Get to the panties and take them off. We want it nice and slow, alright? Tease the camera.”
Tease the camera? Eddie definitely won’t be lasting long enough for the planned cum shot if you kept going on like that. But he didn’t dare say it out loud. He didn’t want to immediately gain a reputation for finishing fast even when he had so much pornographic proof out there that he wasn’t a fast shooter. You were the first girl in the industry that made him worry that he was going to finish in his pants as soon as he got a taste of you.
Nevertheless, your hands began to drag down, lower and lower until they reached the waistband of your panties. Red lace just like the bra. You didn’t even have to feel yourself to know that you were ready to go. You knew as soon as you had locked your eyes on Eddie from where he stood off-set that you were going to be drenched. But your right hand still delved into your panties, swiping at your folds as you felt just how wet you were.
Eddie watched, heart pounding as he stared at your hand down your little red panties-playing with your sopping wet core until you slowly removed your fingers. Drawing them out to reveal a thin coating of your arousal. Eddie’s breath hitched as your eyes bore into him. You were staring at him. Your gaze was locked in on him. All of this was for him.
You bring your slick fingers to your mouth, maintaining eye contact as you popped them into your mouth, sucking them nice and clean.
Fuck, you dirty girl….
Eddie’s dick begins to strain against his jeans at the action. God, was he ready to find out what you tasted like. He couldn’t take the teasing and direct eye-contact for much longer. He was so fucking ready for you.
Meeting the expectations of the director, you slip your thumbs into the waistband of your panties, seductively shimmying your hips as you pulled them down tantalizingly slow- agonizingly slow. Eddie watches with greedy eyes.
You laid back onto the sofa, panties wrapped around your thighs as you begin to lift your legs up, pulling the wet lacy fabric the rest of the way down your legs that were lifted slightly into the air- giving the camera a nice view of your pussy. Thighs pressed together in a way that had Eddie staring hungrily. He wanted so badly to sink down to his knees and hold those legs up like that as he ate you. The sight was mesmerizing.
After the lacy panties were off, you flung them across the set- right in Eddie's direction and he swore he saw a cute little smirk on your face when you did it. God, you were so naughty- and he was going to teach you a lesson.
"Okay, honey, now lay back on the couch. Spread your legs. Great! Perfect! Can we get some finger action in there?"
Eddie realizes just how well you follow directions as your body melts into the back of the couch, bringing your legs up onto it as you open them for the camera- spreading them open for everyone to see and, god, it was a fucking sight that was so fucking unholy. Yet, Eddie couldn't look away. Not when you were bare and spread out in front of him for his eyes to feast upon. That gorgeous body, those lace-clad tits, that glistening wet pussy. You were going to fucking kill him.
Just when he thought it couldn't get any hotter, you looked off near the camera- eyes trained on his as you used your fingers to spread yourself open for him. He could have passed out right there.
Fuck, he was really gonna give it to you.
He was going to devour every fucking inch of that tight little pussy until you were screaming. Fuck the cameras, fuck the scene, fuck everyone who was watching. They didn't matter. All that mattered was what he wanted to fucking do to you.
Your fingers began to tease your hole as you glided them up and down your slit. You were so fucking wet that it was making Eddie weak in the knees. Your sopping wet pussy was none other than a holy altar in which he wanted to bow down and worship. Eddie wasn't religious but you were a fucking goddess that he would devote his entire fucking life praying to if you let him.
You began to play with yourself, using your fingers to rub your needy little clit in slow circles. You threw your head back against the back of the sofa as you close your eyes. Focusing on feeling. Making yourself feel good. Getting yourself nice and wet for Eddie.
Eddie.
Eddie fucking Munson with his huge fucking cock and his soft-looking lips and those big brown eyes. How he made you feel. So cared for, so safe. Your fingers begin to work your clit a bit rougher. You had seen him on screen so many times fucking so many girls and now it was finally going to be you. His head between your thighs. His tongue in your folds. Sucking on your clit. It was getting you so fucking worked up.
You insert two fingers into your pussy as you begin to fuck them into yourself. You let your mind take over, moans tumbling from your lips as you try to fuck yourself with your fingers as deep as you can- wanting to hit that spot within yourself that had you curling your toes.
You shove them as deep as you go, trying to reach it but you just couldn’t. It felt like something was missing. But you kept trying. It felt good, of course it did, but you couldn’t help but feel like something was off. Like you were struggling. Now you were beginning to wonder if closing your eyes and thinking about Eddie was what did you in.
You had no issues in the past with using your fingers on yourself to get the relief you needed but now they just felt inadequate. As if they suddenly weren’t enough. It was so odd. Was Eddie jinxing you? Were you maybe more nervous than you originally thought? Were you-
“Alright, honey, how are we doing?” The director asks, bellowing out to you from behind the camera. “You look good, babe. Gorgeous. We’re going to add Eddie in. Are you ready?”
You look over at Eddie as he begins to strip off his shirt, his brown curls still tied back in a low bun. As he removes his t-shirt, you can’t help but stare- zoning in on his sexy, toned body. He was so fucking hot. Just when you thought you couldn’t be more turned on by him, he looks up at you- making sure that you were okay. That you were comfortable.
You both lock eyes, staring at each other with so much sexual tension that the whole room could probably feel it. You wanted Eddie Munson so bad- his body, his mouth, this hands touching all over you. You wanted him so bad that your body felt hot to the touch. He had been your industry crush for so long and now you were going to have his mouth on you- tasting you.
You give the director the okay, still spread out on the couch. As Eddie prepares to join you on-set, he can’t help the way that his eyes wander over your beautiful body. Your perky tits, your long legs, your pretty face, your sexy curves- but, most of all, your glistening wet sex. You were practically dripping with arousal as he shamelessly stared at you- the most gorgeous angel he’s ever laid eyes on. He hadn’t even gotten his mouth on you yet and he knew that he was in for trouble.
“Alright, you’re on.” The director nods towards him, giving Eddie his cue. It was the moment that he had been thinking about for hours.
His hardened cock was surely very noticeable beneath his black jeans. He could’ve sworn that there was so much blood rushing to his dick that he would pass out from the sheer lack of it being anywhere else in his body- and it was only getting worse with the way that you were looking at him. As if he were the most delectable man on the planet. Which, you would have to admit, was pretty accurate.
Your eyes stay glued to him and the pure fucking sex god that he is as he crosses onto the set, introducing himself to the scene. You loved the way that the black denim of his jeans hugged his waist. You loved the silver chain that dangled against his right hip as he strode over to you. You loved the soft tufts of dark hair that made up the happy trail leading down into the waistband of his pants. Eddie Munson was a fucking dream. He was a king- and you wanted to be his queen.
“Hey, you.” He whispers, eyes on you as he sinks down onto his knees in front of you “Doing okay? Not nervous?”
He was checking on you. Fuck, there was no way this man could be any hotter.
“I’m okay.” You whisper back “Just a little overwhelmed.”
The way that Eddie looked at you with those chocolate brown eyes made you want to melt.
“Yeah?” He asks, voice still low enough for only you to hear- sharing this intimate moment with you only.
“Just a little.” You answer. You were trying not to focus on your nerves but you could feel the space that they occupied in your body.
“Everything’s gonna be okay, sweetheart. Just close your eyes and relax. I’m here to take care of you.” He says, his eyes warm “Remember what I said? If it gets to be too much just focus on me. Just forget that anyone’s even here. Okay?”
“Okay.” You whisper back, staring at him as you nod.
“Good.” He says “Now, how can I help you get comfortable? What do you need? Hm?”
God, he was making you so wet…
“….I….I, uh, can you use-“ You immediately felt embarrassed, your face flushes as you try to look away from him.
“Hey, hey, hey…” He tsks “Eyes on me. Look at me, angel.” He reaches for you, taking your chin in-between his thumb and forefinger- guiding you to look at him. “Tell me what you want. It’s just you and me here. It’s just us. Okay?”
“Okay.” You bite your lip, nodding along.
“Say it.” He demands, maintaining eye contact “I want to hear you say it. Need to know that you’re with me. That it’s just me and you in this room right now. Nobody else. Just us, okay? Tell me.”
“I….It’s just us.” You breathe, your body feeling as if it were on fire from the intimacy “You and me. No one else.”
“That’s right, sweetheart. Just you and me. Now, tell me, what….do you….need?”
What did you need?
“You, Eddie. I need you.” You gasp lightly, causing his lips to form into a smirk.
“What do you need me to do?” He asks “Gotta use your words or I won’t be able to understand.”
“I want….I need you to kiss me. Please?”
Eddie lets of a short, low growl from the back of his throat as his hands fly to your waist, grasping tightly as he jerked you towards him- wanting you closer.
“C’mere, baby.” He rasps, straightening his body to become level with yours before he uses one of his large hands to grab the back of your neck- pulling you into a rough, hungry kiss that was so intense that it could have knocked the air out of you.
And Eddie fucking Munson was an amazing kisser.
The way that his lips slotted and molded against yours. The way that his mouth moved against yours as he nipped and licked and sucked at your bottom lip. The way that he slid his tongue into your mouth as if you belonged to him- causing you to want him to make you his.
You moaned into his mouth as his tongue fought for dominance against yours, taking your breath away with how desperate he was to kiss you harder and more passionately than he already was- if that were even possible.
How hands were all over. Grabbing your waist, his fingertips trailing up and down your back in delicate touches. The way that his thumb slipped underneath the clasp of your bra. He pulled his thumb back to stretch out the band then released it to let it snap back against your soft skin- earning him a surprised gasp.
He removes his lips from yours, beginning to pepper light kisses along your jawline before trailing his lips down your neck. You tilt your head back, giving him more access as he kisses down the column of your throat and then back up- working his way over until he began nibbling on your ear. You thought you were dreaming when he whispered in your ear.
“Can I take your tits out?”
You probably seemed needy and desperate as you fervently nodded your approval. You worried that you probably looked pathetic but, to Eddie, there was nothing hotter than seeing how worked up you were getting.
“P-please.” You mutter, voice coming out breathy and shaky.
“Mmm…good girl. Wanna look at those pretty tits when I fuck you with my fingers.”
You let out a startled squeak at his filthy works, causing him to grin.
“Fuck, sweetheart, does that turn you on? Listening to me tell you that I wanna put my fingers in you? Hm? That I wanna stuff you full?”
“Fuck, Eddie…” You moan.
“God, sweetheart, you’re already moaning my name and I haven’t even touched you yet. So needy for me. I fucking love it.”
He reaches both hands around to your bra clasp, expertly popping it open and removing it as if it were the easiest thing on earth. To him, it probably was. He’s probably taken off so many girl’s bras that he could do it with his eyes closed.
He pulled the bra off, taking it in his large hand before flinging it somewhere on the set. Not that it mattered. As hot as it was, it was getting in the way of what he really wanted. Your tits in his mouth.
“Mmm fuck, baby.” He groans, staring lovingly at your gorgeous chest- your hardened nipples. “You are so goddamn pretty, angel. So beautiful. Can I put my mouth on them?”
“Please.” You moan, arching your back in order to bring your tits closer to his face. Eddie chuckles at your eagerness.
“Shit, sweetheart.” He laughs “You want me to put them in my mouth? Yeah? These sweet fucking titties….”
He keeps one hand on your waist while the other snakes up to your chest, grabbing a handful of your boob as he squeezes it in his hand.
“So fucking soft, honey. So warm…..so perfect.” He teases, voice low and seductive. “Perfect little tits. Want me to put them in my face? Suck on your perky little nipples? Fuck, they’re so hard for me.”
You don’t know what came over you but you instinctively grasp at Eddie’s hand that was left grabbing your waist as you draw it up and onto your other breast, wanting him to have two handfuls of you.
“Look at you, sweet girl. You want both my hands paying attention to your tits? So bossy.” He tsks “Could’ve just asked. But that’s okay. I’m gonna give you what you want. But you’re gonna have to do something for me too.”
You look at him with curiosity in your eyes. You had no idea what he was going to ask you. Truth be told, it made you a little nervous.
“Since both my hands are full, sweetness, I’m gonna need you to use yours to play with your pussy for me. Think you can do that for me? Hm?”
Fuck
You stare at him as he surveys your body, now fully nude in front of him. God, you were a beautiful sight.
“Okay.” You squeak out, nodding your head.
“Atta girl.” He whispers “That’s my good girl. Now start rubbing your clit.”
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To Be Continued…
A/N: Hope you enjoyed part one. Sorry that I cut it short, I didn’t want to make the fic too long and I also wanted to get it out before I left for vacation next week. I feel like I’ve already held this back from you all long enough. Please excuse any spelling errors. I’ll go back and edit later
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