Being More Dominant Than Eddie Turned You On. Watching His Big Doe Eyes Looking Up At You From Between

being more dominant than eddie turned you on. watching his big doe eyes looking up at you from between your thighs.

“you’re doing so good for mommy. making mommy feels so good, baby.”

or watching his eyes gloss over, his hands handcuffed to the headboard as you take him into your mouth.

“mommy, please i wanna touch you,” he’d whine.

“bad boys don’t get to touch.”

enjoying the way he whimpers as you ride him, desperately wanting to cum.

“i’m so- fuck- so close. please mommy can i cum?,” he pleads, throwing his head back.

you wrap your hand around his throat, forcing him to look at you, “if you cum right now, i won’t let you cum for a week. you understand?”

“yes, mommy,” he nods weakly.

“good boy,” you clench your pussy, enjoying the way he tightens his grip on your waist, trying so hard not to cum.

making him thank you when you finally let him cum.

but, sometimes, you wanted him in charge. you would have bad days at work and all you wanted was for him to take care of you instead.

“sometimes mommy wants you to take control. do you think you can do that, baby? make mommy feel as good as she makes you feel?”

he would nod eagerly, yet you could tell he was nervous. nervous because you always make him feel so so good and he’s scared he won’t make you feel as good.

he’d hesitantly wrap his hand around your throat, unsure if you’ll like it as much as he does. your small moan and the way your pussy tightens around his cock at the action has him squeezing your throat tighter.

“yeah, you like when daddy chokes you, don’t you?” he’d tease (shocked at how effortlessly the words slipped out) thrusts getting harder and sloppier.

you whimper at his words, and he stops his movement.

“use your words, baby, or else i won’t keep going,” he says, and you know he’s using your words against you and fuck does it make you wet.

“yes, daddy, i like when you choke me. please don’t stop.”

his dick twitches at your words and he resumes his thrusts, “that wasn’t so hard now was it.”

who knew that being called daddy by his mommy would be such a turn on?

𝐭𝐡𝐞 "𝐲𝐞𝐬" 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐲.

singledad!mechanic!eddie x fem!reader

✶It's a dreary start to the week, but as the days go by, the dynamic between you and Eddie shifts. You both ask questions with hidden motives, and after a significant morning, he tells you about Adrie's mom. Then, Steve shows up unannounced with a proposition Eddie can't refuse. Literally.✶

NSFW — slow burn, mutual pining, flirting, light angst, depictions of poverty, 18+ overall for eventual smut, drug/alcohol mention/use

chapter: 2/? [wc: 5.3k]

↳ part 01 / 02

AO3

Chapter 2: Whimsy as the Wind

Monday was a storm.

There was no better stimulant than the rush of a morning against the rain. Hitting like bullets on the skin when Eddie clutched Adrie to his chest to shield her on the way to the car. Spelling disaster for the braids she asked for, then complained about when he pulled her hair too tight. Dripping into his eyes as he fumbled with the buckle of her car seat in the jet black hours. Drenching the bottom of her favorite pants despite his efforts to protect her.

“Daddy’s sorry,” he mumbled on her wet forehead shining under the dim overhead light.

On the way to preschool she was quiet. The rhythm of the fat drops pounding on the window soothed her, and he was grateful, despite the rising sensation of lateness grating on his nerves.

Everything moved slower on stormy days. Yet he moved faster. It didn’t matter if he skipped eating his breakfast at home to get out the door quicker, the red stop lights took longer, he swore it.

Life was against him. But Adrie was quiet, and Mrs. Teresa was in charge of helping the little ones out of their cars. She was an out-of-towner, meaning, she wasn’t aware of Eddie’s reputation, and therefore was nicer to him than the other teachers, taking care to go beyond superficial greetings.

“Good morning, my dear,” she said to him, voice rough with age. She held an umbrella above his head as he got Adrie out, and followed him to the awning. His coveralls were already darkened by rain, but the gesture was kind, as was him offering his arm for her to hold onto as she stepped over the whirlpool circling the sewer drain.

Eddie sank into a crouch to ease his daughter’s vice grip from his neck. “Give Daddy a kiss goodbye, ‘kay?” Begrudgingly, she stood on her own two feet, and gave him a quick, annoyed peck on his cheek. “You gonna be good today?”

The attitude radiating off her was not promising.

“Your friends are waiting for you inside,” Mrs. Teresa said. “I think they’re playing dress up.”

An offer which proved enticing, as demonstrated by Adrie bolting from him for the front doors.

“No running,” he sighed to himself. The older woman chortled along, and wished him to have a good day as well. He should’ve taken the heart-palpitating lightning strike and simultaneous adrenaline-inducing clap of thunder as an omen when she uttered those words.

If not those things, then certainly his breakfast was a harbinger of the day he was about to have: instead of making two grape jelly biscuits, and two with egg, he ended up making two with both jelly and his daughter’s cold leftover scrambled eggs, and the others were left plain.

He ate the plain ones first before venturing into uncharted territory.

“Fuck no,” he said, mouth full of grape flavored egg-mulch. At least no one had to witness him spit it back into the container.

David’s Auto Repair didn’t have much in the way of shelter to keep him dry during his smoke break, so he sat in his car in the alleyway to pass the time until it was acceptable to arrive early.

‘Early’ being the time when you usually arrived, and an hour before Carl.

Til then, he cranked the heat and reclined his seat back, hugging himself to relieve the constant shiver his damp coveralls caused sticking to his skin.

Now, the heavy rain patter became a lullaby. Pelting the roof, easy on his falling eyelids. Precious seconds, minutes under the guided meditation of tap, tap. Tap, tap. Responsibilities drifting to the recesses of his mind. Thinking back on the days he spent doing this in the high school parking lot, promising Wayne he’d work hard to graduate only to end up napping in his van for most of the morning.

Eddie willed his eyes open. His watch told him he’d been asleep for fourteen minutes. Still early for work, but he felt a jolt of anxiety anyway.

He couldn’t blow things off like he used to. Not with people relying on him. Adrie and Wayne both depended on him to not be a fuck up. And if they weren’t motivation enough, he had another..

You should be sitting at your desk right now. If he timed it right, he’d pass by while the scent of dried coffee still clung to you before it had started brewing, which was an odd association he didn’t know he craved at the moment until it was at the forefront of his mind.

“Already following her around like a lost puppy, Munson,” he chided himself, turning off the car and bracing himself for the sprint to the employee’s entrance at the back of the garage.

And when he entered, the employee’s entrance at the front of the garage slammed open on a flashing cue of lightning, and there stood what he could only assume was a Creature from the Deep.

You huffed in two breaths, “Holy. Shit.”

Eddie tactlessly stared from across the room. You were beyond soaked. Your primary colored all-weather jacket appeared to not be waterproof in a monsoon, sagging on your frame like a melting street light of red, yellow, and green. Much like his coveralls, your once light-wash jeans were now dark blue. Somewhat adorably, though, was your pissed-off face being scrunched in a glare due to your hoodie drawstrings cinched tight in a circle, framing from your brows to your lips.

Your shoes gushed out puddles of rain on the concrete as you shoved your bike forward and let it fall in a clatter.

“I fucking hate this town.”

“Why are you riding a bike?” he asked, thinking you’d gone insane.

“Because I don’t have a car?”

“Why don’t you have a car?”

You sputtered sarcastically, gesturing at your bike. “Because I’m from the city! We have things like public transportation. Trains, taxis, buses.. walking! I've never needed a car to reach my mailbox before.”

Thinking himself helpful, he suggested, “I know a place where we can get you one for cheap.”

“Dude, I don’t even have a license.”

“Why don’t you–?”

“Trains!”

Eddie’s face collapsed into his own glare right back at you, and he waved his hands about the auto repair garage for automobiles where he fixed cars for people in need of transportation in which you answered their calls regarding said transportation and ordered parts to repair said personal automobiles at the garage intended for cars where he worked. You got the irony.

“None of this matters,” you said, dismissing him. True, it didn't matter, and he knew from your exaggerations your anger at him was in jest, but he appreciated the banter regardless. It was a nice break from reality. “It took me so long to get here because my whole street was flooded, and I’m guessing it’s flooding outside of Hawkins where the storm is coming from. We were supposed to get a delivery yesterday, but it never showed up.”

There was a pause where both of you accepted the arduous day ahead.

You said, “I’ll start calling around to see where our delivery might be stuck.”

“And I’ll do what I can without it,” he agreed.

Inhaling a breath of fortitude knowing you’d be informing a few upset individuals today that their cars wouldn’t be ready, you unzipped your jacket and loosened the drawstrings, dropping your hood back. You froze.

“Oh God, don’t look at my hair,” you begged, scuttling through the lobby and into the bathroom.

There were no more exchanges after you ran away. There was no time to entertain the lingering gazes, or small conversations where he thrived on your smile. He had to process what he could to earn money before sundown, and you played phone tag until you yawned, and stared blank-faced at the wall while customers bitched at you.

By normal closing hours, you were both too beaten down to do more than walk past each other on your way out without a goodbye.

A part of him wanted to do the chivalrous thing and offer you a ride, but that seemed too forward, too intimate, too invasive in his small car where his backseat was partially taken up by his daughter’s car seat, and he couldn’t come to a conclusion about your surprise when seeing her, nor unpack the loaded question of why he cared.

Whatever.

At least the rain stopped.

————

Tuesday was overcast.

You looked at Eddie leaning on the countertop to your desk and spun your hand while rolling your eyes, wishing the person on the other end of the phone line would hurry up. Eventually, you hung up, and interrupted him from picking at his nails. “They said it’ll be thirty minutes before they get here.”

“Guess I’ll wait then.”

He didn’t make to leave, and you didn’t have anything else to do, so you laced your fingers and leaned onto your forearms towards him, hoping through giving him your attention, he’d willingly talk to you for once.

“Um,” he drew out, searching the expanse between your hands, where he encroached on your space if only to the wrist. He tapped his knuckles on the vinyl. Swallowed visibly “About your policy thing.. Did you really move here just because your roommate asked you to?”

You drew your gaze up from his descending Adam’s apple, over the soft edge of his jawline, and grainy stubble on his chin. “I mean, kinda, yeah. Obviously, she’s been my best friend for years and needed help moving anyway, so I was up to make the trip, but when she asked if I wanted to stay, I said yes. Seemed intriguing enough; discovering what else was out there after living in cities for so long. See what sorta trouble I could get into when not surrounded by the usual nightlife options.”

“And how’s that going so far?”

“Bobbie’s mom and I are real good at solving the Wheel of Fortune before the contestants.”

Eddie snorted.

He dropped his focus to the looping circles he was drawing with his fingertip. Breathing deeper than necessary, and holding the air in his lungs for a few taut seconds. He rambled, “Sounds like Hawkins isn’t the place for you. Just somewhere to blow through, waiting for someone to ask you to, like, go to Chicago and be a bartender or somethin’.” He ended with a laugh aimed at his hands. Hollow. Empty of the humor he was pretending. “No responsibilities. Ready to get up and go whenever you want. That’s cool.”

“Been there, done that,” you mitigated the tension with a joke. “Bartending in Chicago, I mean.” He wasn’t being purposefully cruel, but the bitterness creeping into his words stung.

You glanced at his ringless fingers. Was he envious of your lifestyle because he was tied down? Your gut instinct told you he wasn’t the type to hold that sort of resentment towards his wife or daughter, so it had to be something else.

“Or,” you countered, “Someone could ask me to stay in Hawkins, and then I’d be obligated to, if we’re abiding by the policy. Who knows, maybe Kevin needs someone to walk his dogs, and then I can lead a nice, quiet, boring life here, absent of any fun or risks, hanging out with dogs for the next eternity. Is that what you want? Me bothering you until you’re in the grave?”

He squinted. “Fair point.” The laugh lines bracketing his mouth enhanced his appeal, joining the crow’s feet, and the harsh crease between his brows as he raised one in smug curiosity.

Perhaps you were staring at him for longer than you realized.

By chance, a chime signaled you both to a customer walking in the door in need of an oil change, and you reaped any opportunity to tease him. “Sorry, but some of us have work to do and can’t chit chat all day,” you cooed with the absolute cockiest head tilt to taunt him.

Shooing him away with a manila folder was extra, you had to admit, but upon recognizing the manner in which he rolled his lips inward to disguise the fact he was smiling, you figured smacking his hands was well worth the weird look from the woman waiting to speak to you.

————

Wednesday was a gale-force.

You went for it.

Arriving at dawn, you prioritized catching Eddie at the beginning of his morning cigarette.

He was leaning against the wall, upper body hunched with his hand cupped around his mouth, flicking his lighter until more than sparks stood against the gusts whipping the collar of his coveralls against his neck. His hair was blown back from his face, granting you the full picture of his raised eyebrows.

“Good morning, Eddie!”

“Hey? You’re early. I thought you’d get swept away on your bike like Dorothy, and I’d have to seek the courage to find you.”

“So in this scenario you’re the Cowardly Lion?” you asked, sidling up next to him to be heard above the wind.

He considered the implication and shrugged. “Guess even in my wildest dreams I’m still a coward.” Like any nice person, you sprung to assure him that despite your very short month of knowing each other, he (probably) wasn’t a coward, and he caught you. He caught you with your mouth wide open, ready to defend his honor.

Smoke slipped from his coy lips.

You tutted, “I think you’re the Scarecrow.” No brains.

“Anyway,” you went on, back to the reason your calves ached from pedaling like a mad man to get here at the same time as him. “It’s not like I bike that far. Bobbie’s parents live on that street next to the big open field, like, fifteen minutes away. Maybe twenty. Or ten?” You pointed vaguely north.

There’s a reason you never navigated on road trips.

“I thought they sold that empty lot forever ago,” he said.

“Well, unless they sold it to a bunch of tiny white mice who scurry every time I open the back door, I think it’s still abandoned.” You took your hands out of your jacket pockets and displayed them. “Not just mice, either. The other day I swear there was a spider the size of my palm in the bathroom.”

Taking the cigarette out of his mouth, he tipped his head back to blow the smoke above him before leaning over to study your hands up close. Contemplating them with keenness under the gray wash sky. Mumbling numbers to himself as if he were taking measurements.

He straightened up, and concluded, “Eh, not that impressive with how small your hands are.”

“Are they small?”

You faced him and presented your right hand.

Take the bait. Take the bait. Take the bait.

Eddie rolled onto his shoulder, body still at an angle from his legs crossed at the ankles. With a blank face, he understood what you wanted and decided to indulge your silliness, even if it meant sacrificing his warmth.

Uncrossing his arms, he wiped his hands on his clothes first out of habit.

Come on, Eddie.

None the wiser, he matched your thumbs. Pressed his left hand to yours.

Holy shit. He fell for it hook, line, and sinker.

“Mm,” you hummed. You leaned in for a better look.

His hand was warm and damp from sweat. Concentrated heat emanated from his palm sealed to yours, securing the soft cups together, aligning the stretch of your fingers. Where yours were soft, his were rough. Lines of thick calluses. Hardened exteriors acting as a barrier from your tender self discovering what his skin truly felt like brushing over your own.

He wore three rings. All gaudy and themed. Costume-y. Definitely not of the wedding variety.

That didn’t mean he was single, but you doubted he was taken when you turned to him, and found his large nose to be inches from yours, and his gaze to be fond of your cheeks before meeting your eyes.

He bent the top joint of his fingers over yours, and slid his thumb to the outside, crowding your bones in a tight squeeze, establishing his advantage. “Still small,” he said, toothy and boyish; mouth crooked, and hand rolled cigarette bouncing on the syllables. “Let me know when you see a spider as big as my palm.”

Hypnotized, you agreed with whatever he said. “Duly noted. I’ll keep an eye out.”

His Cupid’s bow had no business being that sharp, nor his bottom lip that plump.

————

Thursday was raw.

Nighttime was a purple haze chasing the orange glow behind the trees. You walked around the garage with a small trash can in your arms, tidying up the place. Eddie was staying late again. He said it was to make up for Monday’s mess, but those jobs were completed days ago.

You nudged his boots to get his attention on your way to clean up the work bench. Though you wouldn’t consider yourselves close, you collected the few details you knew of his life, and held them dear to your heart, feeling privileged to know them. “Is your uncle not working today?”

His thighs flexed under the strained fabric of his uniform as he cranked a wrench. “He is,” he grunted from beneath the car, “I’m just trying to get in some hours before he leaves for the night shift.”

Fuck it, you’ll just ask. “How come you work late so often?”

The grinding stopped. For a moment, Eddie laid there, stomach rising and falling as he debated with himself. Seconds went by until he set down the tool and rolled out, sitting up on the creeper board.

Your question struck pink across his pale cheeks. Rather, the way you avoided it brought shame to his face. Why don’t you want to spend more time with your family?

The societal judgment of what he was about to admit weighed on him. He curled in on himself. Drew his knees to his chest, and wrapped his arms around them loosely, latching at the wrist. He braced the words on his tongue–raw and vulnerable–and slipped a finger under his bandana to scratch at his temple.

“Sometimes I’d rather just be here,” he began slowly. “As soon as I get home, I’m the problem solver, you know? Whatever needs to be done, I have to do it while Adrie’s talking a mile a minute, screaming every question under the sun at me, and climbing all over me. I’m doing shit like trying to not burn her dinner while switching over the laundry and picking up the living room and telling her not to touch the stove and fighting with her to take a bath and making sure she has clothes picked out for the morning because if she doesn’t, then I have to spend twenty minutes calming her down before we leave for school so she can decide which shirt she wants to wear, and God.” He screwed his eyes shut, pressing his fingers on either side of his nose, muffling his voice. “I know I’m a shit dad, but sometimes I just want to turn my brain off, and stay here instead.”

“You’re not a shit dad,” you said with soft conviction.

He disregarded you with a mean scoff. “I sound like I hate my kid.”

“You sound overwhelmed, and tired, Eddie.”

“Maybe..”

Remembering you were holding the trash can, you set it down and leaned your hip on the workbench, settling into a comfortable position with a gentle ease of kindness to your expression, showing him it was okay to vent. You’d listen. It was safe. It was safe to show you the ugly parts of him. It would be okay.

You approached the next topic with care, though you could infer the answer for yourself now, “Is there no one else you can rely on besides your uncle to help alleviate some of the stress?”

“No. It’s just us. My parents have been out of the picture for a long time, and Adrie’s mom, uh..” He surrendered to the need for eye contact, wanting to see you, and stated evenly, “Adrie’s mom and I were never together. She was a customer of mine–”

Darting your gaze around the room, you pointed at the garage in an expression of ‘Really, dude?’

He turned puckish. He pinched his index and thumb together and tapped them to his smirk, indicating a much different line of work. You ‘ahh’d.

“Yeah, not a frequent flier either, just someone I saw here and there at parties or whatever. All it took was one night of stupidity. One fucking night of mistake after mistake, man.. N-Not that I think of Adrienne as a mistake! God, no. Just–y’know–the events leading up to her weren’t ideal.”

You held your hand up to stop him. “I’m not judging you. My parents never bothered to correct themselves.”

Mutual pain converged in your matching shrugs. Both of you were the undesireables. Though, he couldn’t imagine you being called a mistake when his failures were glaring.

Sinking into the solace of your presence, he explained further, “Adrie’s mom said–at most–three sentences to me after giving birth, and that was it. Everything else was handled by the court. She made it clear she wanted nothing to do with us, so sole custody should’ve been easy, but the system fucking sucks. Not once did I say anything contradictory; I made it clear from the beginning I wanted my daughter, but I know how I look on paper.. Trailer trash through and through. Busted for drugs more than once. Living with my uncle in a single bedroom piece of shit. Taking three attempts to pass high school. No real job at the time, and beyond broke. They kept trying to convince her to split custody, at least for the first year, but no.” There was a cynical dejection about him. One of haunting acceptance, thinking lowly of himself with his head hung, and glazed over eyes staring faraway. “She found someone better. Some guy with money who lived in Indianapolis, and she wanted to start a life with him. Move on from Adrienne. And me.”

“Eddie?” you called out to him.

“Hm?”

“You may not view my opinion highly, but I think you’re a great dad, and person. Money, reputation, criminal record or whatever else can go fuck itself.” You folded your legs under you, and sat opposite him with your back resting against the table leg. He scooted closer on his board, narrowing the swath of concrete between you to a few feet. “Beat yourself up all you want, but your love for your daughter is apparent. She’s happy. She’s safe. She’s fed. You take care of her just fine, and you’re allowed to feel frustrated, and you’re allowed to feel like you need a break.”

When he remained unconvinced, you insisted, “Adrie adores you, that’s for sure.”

“Yeah,” he snorted. “I know. That’s why Wayne never has these problems with her. It’s only me she’s ultra clingy with. Like if she’s not attached to me twenty-four-seven I cease to exist and she’ll never see me again.”

Something beautiful occurred in his shy glance. In his bashful smile. In the clumsy removal of his bandana, pulling his hair free from the ponytail and shaking it out. Wild.

His big brown eyes regarded you, and you beheld him in a similar light.

Something changed.

No longer casual acquaintances; you two looked at each other like you were friends.

“Sorry for rambling so much,” Eddie said.

“There’s nothing to apologize for.”

“Good. Because I’m not done.” He crept forward a few more inches, and aired his grievances in a lighthearted tone, bitching for the sake of getting it off his chest, “This time of year is really rough on us. Gotta buy her all new school supplies with whatever franchise or animal she’s obsessed with now. Which is unicorns, by the way. And, y’know kids grow like crazy. If it’s not an entire new wardrobe, then it’s the shoes. I swear this kid goes through shoes like she’s ruining them on purpose. I’m almost certain I buy new ones every time I blink.” 

A car passed on the street outside; the only break in the suffocating silence of a brick building echoing Eddie’s dramatic hand gestures as he sought sanity.

“She starts kindergarten next September and I’m already dreading it. She’s made lots of friends, which I’m grateful for.. Seriously, I’m really grateful that she’s made friends so easily, but she always wants to dress like them, do the things they do, go the places they go, and I try to figure out ways to afford it, but sometimes it’s too much, and I fucking despise telling her ‘no.’ Then there’s also the birthday parties basically every other weekend, and you can’t attend those empty-handed either, can you?”

You nodded patiently. “I suppose you are correct.”

“Kids are expensive, and it’s only worse at Christmas,” he concluded. Your stomach growled. “You want to leave, don’t you?”

Remaining in your slumped over position with your elbow propped on your thigh, and your cheek to your fist with your eyes closed, you asked, “What gave you that idea?”

He could mock you to his heart’s content, but you were right.

“Shit,” he exhaled, reading the wall clock. “We should go. Wayne leaves for work soon.”

“And Bobbie’s probably waiting for me to get home to gush about her girlfriend.” You stood up and stretched. “It’s cute, like a long-lost lovers situation, but yeah, she can go on for hours.”

————

Friday was cloudy with a chance of sun.

Tires screeched to a stop in the driveway of the garage, and someone honked their horn incessantly.

Startled, Eddie hit his head on the hood of the car he was bent over, and hissed between his teeth. He rubbed at the sore spot and glared behind him, ready to tell the nuisance off.

Except, if he did that, he’d be telling off his best friend.

“Of course it’s you,” he projected in a clipped voice, making his annoyance known.

Steve slammed his car door shut, and leaned against it, lighting a cigarette while Eddie made his way over. “Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, “I’m here on my lunch break, so if you wouldn’t mind gettin’ a little pep in your step, Munson.”

Passing by your inquisitive face smashed to the window beside your desk, Eddie raised his hand to show you everything was okay, and that there was no need to chew someone out for causing a disturbance.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” Eddie asked, shuffling up to him. The sun was warm on his skin; a nice change from the shadowy cold warehouse, and Steve basked in it as well, golden hair flopping in the gentle breeze.

There was a moment where they both displayed their nervous habits. Eddie with his tongue prodding the inner corner of his lips, and Steve taking inventory of his surroundings during the drag of his cigarette.

“Look,” Steve stressed. Eddie sighed. “We haven’t seen much of you lately, and Nancy had the idea to go to the theater to see that horror movie that came out a few weeks ago. We’ll probably have the whole place to ourselves, and she, ah, invited someone else. Someone who is also single, if you catch my very obvious drift.”

Eddie’s hand immediately climbed its way to his throat, stroking the column and making a sound of disinterest. “I dunno, man.”

“Well, we’ve already paid the babysitter to watch a third kid, and we don’t mind Adrie sleeping over for the night. You can drop her off at 4 and, uh–” He nodded at his coveralls. “Get cleaned up, or whatever and meet us at 6. Make a good first impression.” At Eddie’s apathetic grunt, he sighed, “I know what you’re gonna say, but your date’s already agreed to go, and it’d be a shame if you left them hanging.”

Rolling his shoulders, Eddie forced himself to stop fidgeting by stuffing his hands in his pockets, and focused on the clouds crawling across the sky. “Fine. What’re they like?”

“Your date?”

“Yes, my fucking date you moron.”

Steve shrugged with a mischievous grin. “Dunno. I said Nancy’s the one who invited her, not me.”

Eddie faltered, “So, you don’t even know if she’s into someone like me?” When Steve quirked his eyebrow, it just increased Eddie’s agitation. He made sweeping motions down his body. Steve continued to smoke with a dumb pout. “Jesus, dude.” He stamped in a circle, making a big show with his arms, imploring with an exhausted bite to his tone, “You know what I’m asking.”

“No, I don’t know if she’s into metalhead freaks who are dads, sorry.”

“You’re the bane of my existence.”

“So it’s an official ‘yes?’” he asked without the sarcasm. “I mean, you might as well show up. Wayne’s got his poker tournament with his friends today, doesn’t he? That means you’ll have the place to yourself. Hey, play your cards right and you’ll get some action tonight. I imagine you haven’t gotten lucky since Adrie’s conception, yeah?”

Steve’s laugh was explosive and loud, but it petered out to a pitying noise the longer Eddie squinted into the distance.

“Really? I was just trying to joke with you. Sorry, man.”

Eddie lifted one side of his mouth in a dull grin. “S’kay.”

“Well,” Steve said, flicking the rest of his cigarette. “Just be yourself. Maybe keep the nerdy talk to a minimum, and you’re golden.” He turned to leave, and stopped. “Oh! And Robin’s back in town, if you didn’t hear. She’ll be there tonight too, serving as the fifth wheel, so at least you won’t be the most awkward one there. Come to think of it, I think it’s her friend who’ll be your date.”

“Sounds promising.”

“See ya at 6!” Steve said as he opened the door and fell into place behind the wheel, beaming pure sunshine up at Eddie.

“Yeah, bye.”

Going back inside the garage, it took a second for Eddie’s eyes to adjust to the darkness, and his first inclination was to look over at you behind your desk, totally filling out the paperwork in front of you, regardless if you were holding a pen or not.

Many thoughts crossed his mind upon watching you open random drawers, and shuffle papers to appear busy. Rationally, he should’ve jumped at the chance for Steve’s offer. A night out with someone without the looming responsibility of adulthood sounded like heaven.. But there was a knot in his stomach telling him to reject the date–not because he couldn’t be bothered, like Steve assumed, but because he pictured someone specific the instant he spoke the arrangement into existence.

The jaded, pessimistic part of him argued it shouldn’t matter what you thought about his love life. You two were hardly friends, and you were a drifter in search of your next big adventure. This small town wasn’t your home. You’d move on. And he should too.

He opened the glass door, and you feigned like you hadn’t been staring at him and Steve attempting to read their lips for the past few minutes. “Hey, I’ve got somewhere to be later, so I’ll actually be leaving on time today.”

“Oh, good!” you said. “Me too.”

Eyeing your thumbs up, he snorted and shook his head.

Yeah, he should move on before this feeling in his chest evolved into something bigger.

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more best friend james with no boundaries headcanons please 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽 like sirius and remus definitely side eye the two of you but they don’t ever make it noticeable 🫢 they’re just waiting for the two of you to finally get together 😵‍💫 like james definitely rests his hands in between your thighs when he’s cold and remus is always muttering to sirius how that is definitely not best friend behaviour

Sirius and Remus stop in tandem, beat up shoes stomping to a halt in the middle of the floor. It would be comical if their gazes weren't so scrutinizing and judgmental towards you where you're curled up in James's bed.

"Are we interrupting something?" Remus raises a brow at you where you lay pressed to James's chest, his hands wrapped around your waist and tucked into the space between your thighs. He'd been griping about the chill of the air against his hands after realizing they wouldn't stay tucked into the sleeves of his sweater, so when he'd pried your thighs apart to slip his hands between them, you'd let him get his fill of your body heat.

"Jus' the most boring book I've ever read," James drawls, popping his head lazily off of the pillow to stare at his friends, "Don't even know why she reads this shit, anyways."

"I read it because I like it," You hum, used to James's disdain of your more 'boring' (read: not dangerous, reckless, or foolish) hobbies, "But I'm more curious as to why you read it over my shoulder, James, if it's so boring and awful."

"Not much choice," He reasons, but you both know he could shut his eyes if he wanted to be free from your novel, and you squeeze your thighs together in hopes of pressing his hands painfully together as a reprimand.

James makes a sort of stunted groan as his knuckles scrape painfully together, but when you release your grip, he doesn't pull away. He merely settles his head back against the pillow, eyes sneakily roving over the page you're reading.

"Remus, a word." Sirius grabs the man by his right scarred hand, tugging him towards the closet. They disappear inside together, and when the door shuts behind them, and Sirius manages to swat the sleeve of his leather jacket out of his face, he stares at Remus with wide, urgent eyes.

"Did you see that?" Sirius gawps, as if maybe Remus hadn't noticed James's hands resting inches from your core, "That is not normal friend behavior?"

"I bet two galleons they kiss within the month," Remus wagers with a smirk on his face, and the expression is contagious where it transfers to Sirius right away.

"Within the week," Sirius solidifies his stance, holding a hand out for Remus to shake, "You've got a deal, Moony."

--

The moment the closet door shuts behind Remus and Sirius, you crane your neck to look backwards at James.

"They're not even trying to hide it anymore," You breathe, keeping your voice low so that the two boys can't hear you, "What do you think they're doing in there?"

"Kissing, probably," James snorts, "Pulling someone into a closet by the hand is not normal friend behavior."

"When are they just gonna give it up?" You scoff, twisting back around to resume reading, "They're so obvious."

"Dunno, love." James hums, leaning forwards to press a kiss to your shoulder where your tank top has slid off of the skin there. He readjusts his hands between your thighs, nestling them imperceptibly closer to your heated core, "Some people are just oblivious."

no thoughts just established steddie having a mutual crush on you <333 just thinking of eddie jerking steves fat cock with a fleshlight and telling him alll kinds of lewd fantasies about fucking you <333

At Your Service

Eddie Munson x Female!reader

SUMMARY: School freak, Eddie Munson, and loner, Y/N Y/L/N, have gone through school ignoring each other despite both of them being treated as outcasts. Whereas, Eddie enjoyed publicly defying societal standards, Y/N was quiet and preferred to keep to yourself. In fact, she often thought that Eddie’s spiels were overly dramatic and thought he was dumb for being held back. When Y/N starts going through a rough patch she begrudgingly resorts to Eddie, who helps her in more ways than one.

WARNINGS: smutttt, masturbation, P in V sex, using drugs as escapism, mentions of depressive feelings and anxiety (kinda)

Word Count: 9k

A/N: This is set between season 3 and 4 but there are some allusions to season 4 events if that makes sense. This is my first time writing fanfiction so I hope you guys like it! This ended up being way longer than I expected. Also, I’ve never smoked pot or done drugs so I’m not sure how accurate my descriptions of it are. Please feel free to give me any feedback. Enjoy your stay!

You had been with the gang from the beginning. Through the demogorgons, the Russians, and the Mind Flayer. You never seemed to be too affected by it. There was the occasional nightmare, but nothing like now. 

It had been two months since the mall fire. You had lost Jim who was like a father figure for you. When you had moved to Hawkins in third grade, your father had just died. You moved to Hawkins because your dad’s best friend, whom he had met during the war, Jim Hopper, was the sheriff there. Your mother didn’t want to stay where you currently were but she didn’t know where to go. She had a sister, but they didn’t get along. When Jim found out about your dad, he had promised your mother that he would help you guys if you moved to Hawkins, so you did.

Throughout the years, you had begun viewing him as a father figure; he was always there for you when you needed it and since he had lost his own daughter, he became very protective of you. He and your mom also became very good friends; your mom would help him out by cleaning and cooking for him so didn’t have to eat the same thing everyday. They were both also grieving so it became a habit to find them talking in the kitchen at 1:00 AM sharing their grievances, or even just drinking and smoking in silence.

Losing him in the fire was devastating. You didn’t even have a body that you could bury. 

Billy Hargrove had also died. Well, he had sacrificed himself and that made you feel guilty. When the Mind Flayer was going to attack El, you stood between her and it. When Hopper had taken El, you started caring for the girl, helping babysit her while Hopper was working. You knew how much Hopper loved her, how much you loved her, so you couldn’t fathom her dying. However, Billy pushed you aside and he was killed by the Mind Flayer. You didn’t know him well. He was an asshole, yet he became very popular the moment he arrived in Hawkins. You weren’t very popular. Your best friend was Jonathan; he shared your love for photography so you had quickly become friends. So, Hargrove hadn't been the nicest to you. 

However, you couldn’t help the guilt that consumed you knowing that he had died instead of you. What broke your heart the most was the way Max had reacted and the way she had begun to pull herself away from everyone. You liked Max; she was very funny and just like the other kids, you had developed a connection with her. As she started pulling away, so did you. The grief and guilt were too much. On top of that, your best friend and El had moved to California. You couldn’t blame Joyce for her decision, hell, you wished to leave this place as well, but you had hoped El would’ve stayed with you and your mom. 

So many people you loved were gone and all the shit that had happened the past years had been building up inside you like a snowball. You had always kept it inside, insisting you were fine. But you weren't and the paralyzing fear, guilt, and anxiety had catch up to you. You needed an escape.

You entered Family Video for your afternoon shift. Steve and Robin had been working the morning shift. They had insisted you join them, but you declined. During the summer, you had worked with them at Chips Ahoy. You had already grown close to Steve as you were usually left in charge of the kids along with him. You didn’t mind. You found out that Steve was actually a really cool guy and you had grown to love him (and develop a crush on him). You had dated for a few months at the end of senior year. He was your first kiss and your first time. You liked him a lot but you could tell he was still in love with Nancy so you decided to break up with him. It was an amicable break up and if, anything, had made your friendship stronger.

You had grown close to Robin. She was weird and you liked that. You guys had become an inseparable trio, but you’ve been avoiding hanging out with them as much as you can. You loved them, but you felt like you didn’t deserve them. Also, you just wanted to be alone, even if that meant dealing with the intrusive thoughts alone.

You couldn’t feel peace anywhere; you were barely sleeping, every noise sending you into a frenzy. You needed something to make you forget or else you would go crazy. Make you forget running from the demogorgons in the dark forest. Make you forget being stuck in the upside down. Make you forget watching Billy die after he pushed you out of the Mind Flayer’s way. Make you forget burying an empty casket for Jim.

As you were cleaning the counter, you heard the bell ding. You looked up to see Eddie Munson, resident freak AND drug dealer. This was it. He could give you what you wanted, what you so desperately needed. You saw him looking through the horror section, impatiently waiting for him to go to the cash register. 

After what seemed to be the longest 5 minutes of your life, which was saying something considering you have spent 5 minutes running away from monsters, Eddie approached you at the register. 

He had a horror movie and a porno. You rolled your eyes when he handed it to you. He was such a guy after all.

“What? Never seen a guy buy a porno before?” he asked.

“Too many for my liking,” you replied. “It’ll be five dollars.”

As he reached into his pockets you wondered if buying drugs from him was a good idea. You didn’t really do drugs; you had smoked some weed with Steve a couple times but that was it. You were more of a drinker, taking after your mom, but even blacking out couldn’t liberate you from your terrors. Plus, blacking out left you with a killer headache and worse mood. You needed something that would calm you, put your mind somewhere else.

You had planned to buy drugs from the usual guy that Steve bought from, but to your luck he had been busted a week ago. You didn't know any other drug dealers beside Eddie and at this point you didn’t feel like you could go any longer like this, so he would have to do.

“Do you have any weed on you right now,” you blurted. He looked at you with wide eyes before smirking. He rested his forearms on the counter and leaned in closer to you, tilting his head to the side a little. 

“Why do you want it?”

“To smoke,” you said dryly. He rolled his eyes at you. “What else would I want it for Munson. Do you have it or not?”

“I don’t have it on me right now. I have it at my place. When do you get out from work?”

“Nine,” you replied. 

“Come by my place after work. You have a pen and paper?” he asked. You grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and handed it to him. He wrote down his address and gave you the piece of paper back.

"Don’t leave me hanging, sweetheart,” he smirked.

You rolled your eyes and handed him the movies. “Here’s your porno, sir, have a good day.”

As he left the store, you couldn’t help but feel relieved. You would get the weed, maybe something else as well, and you would be fine. Everything would be fine... thanks to Eddie Munson.

After closing the store, you walked to your car and turned on the radio. As you began driving to Eddie’s, the song “Should I Stay or Should I Go” came on. You smiled sadly as your remembered Jonathan and Will. You had been there when Jonathan first showed that song to Will. You had been there when that song was used to help bring the Will you all loved back from the Mind Flayer’s hold. 

Your mind started dragging to being in the upside down. You remembered how scared you were, how much you wanted to leave. But most importantly, you remembered missing your dad, wishing he was there to comfort you. You remember being saved by Jim and him hugging you. You felt a tear slip from your eye and you let it slide down your cheek. 

You started speeding up, wanting to get to Eddie’s as soon as possible. You would be okay. 

Ten minutes later you arrived at a trailer park. You were looking for his trailer when you saw his horribly parked van. You parked next to his van, and as you were looking for your wallet you heard the trailer door open. Eddie was standing there waiting for you. You guess he had heard your car arrive.

“Aww, were you looking out the window waiting for me, Munson,” you teased as you got out of your car.

“Always M’Lady,” he replied, bringing his hands up and clutching his heart, “It felt like centuries passed before I was blessed with your presence once again.”

You walked closer to him and he moved aside so you could go inside. The inside looked just like you expected. It was quite messy, but you kind of liked it. You turned your head and were met with a wall full of mugs. You wondered Eddie collected them or if his uncle did. You didn't know much about Eddie, just stuff you heard around, but you knew he lived with his uncle.

“Soooo, this is my castle,” he stated while motioning around, “the maids are on vacation right now. I know. I know. I’m such generous man, you don’t have to say it.”

“Where’s the butler,” you asked. He looked at you with a frown, “I had to fire him because the last dinner party he planned was a disaster. He had the maids serve steak only, can you believe that?”

You fake gasped, “Oh no, how cheap. Unbelievable!” 

Although you were enjoying the stupid little conversation you were having, you wanted to get what you came for and leave. So before he could start speaking again, you said, “So how much for half an ounce?” 

He seemed a little disappointed that you were putting an end to the playful banter. “I’ll give it to you for 25.” He walked towards the small kitchen table and opened a metal lunchbox. You took the money out from your wallet.

“You know, I’ll give it to you for 20 if you smoke it with me,” he called out from the kitchen. You walked towards him and scoffed.

“Are you trying to buy my company, Munson? That is no way to run a business,” you teased. 

“What can I say? Pleasure trumps business, Miss Y/L/N,” he said smirking. You lightly hit his arm and then pointed at the porno he had bought a few hours earlier that now rested on his kitchen table.

“I think you have enough pleasure,” you grimaced. “By the way, I wouldn’t put that on your kitchen table. You know there’s a lot of guys who have checked that movie out.”

He scrunched his face. “Why would you say that,” he whined. He handed you the bag of weed. “You smoke before... or do you need a tutorial, which I’m more than willing to give you.”

“I know how to smoke, Munson.” His offer was kind of tempting, but you just wanted to be in your room alone, smoking and listening to music. “Thanks, but I’ll have to pass on that tutorial.”

You turned around and started walking towards the door. He beat you to the door and opened it for you. “Here, M’lady. My door is always open for you.” 

As you walked by him, the smell of weed consumed your senses and you finally noticed how his eyes were a bit red. He was high. The red tinge in his eyes made them so much more alluring. 

You walked down the steps towards your car. As you opened your door, you turned to see him standing there. You waved a little goodbye, which he returned with a two handed wave and a bow. He was so dramatic. You always found that annoying at school. You felt that he was similar to that Jason guy that was a year below you. They were on opposite ends of the social spectrum, but their theatric antics were similar.

However, you could admit that Eddie was charismatic. He had a kind of charm and you realized how much of a fresh breath of air it was. Although you loved your friends, it seemed they had been cautious around you these past months since the accident. You couldn’t blame them; you had changed and it was noticeable. Some days you were very irritable. 

When you arrived at your house, it was already 10:30 pm. You had driven slower this time, hoping you would find your mother asleep. You had a good relationship with your mother. However, she was quite overprotective of you and would constantly ask you if you were okay. You loved that she cared for you, but it was overwhelming sometimes. You also didn’t want to worry her.

When you opened the door, you saw that your mother was asleep on the couch. You quietly closed the door and walked towards her. You covered her with the nearest blanket you could find and went upstairs. Once you got to your room, you took off your work clothes and put on an oversized t-shirt. You sat on the floor with your back against your bed. You grabbed your walkman and put your favorite cassette on.

You messily rolled your joint and began smoking it. The smoke filling your lungs and you felt yourself relaxing. The combination of the loud music in your ears and the weed made it hard for your thoughts to take over. As you finished smoking, you could feel yourself on cloud 9. With the thoughts buried in the back of your head, you were able to focus on...different emotions. 

Your mind started drifting to Eddie Munson. You remembered the way his hands looked when giving you the bag of weed. His ring clad fingers were slender and your mind drifted to how they would feel. The way they could wrap around your throat, or trace your spine as he bent you over the table. Wait. 

Your eyes flew open and you started laughing. Were you seriously thinking about Eddie Munson that way? 

“Wowwww, this weed is pretty strong,” you said to yourself. You closed your eyes again and once again, your mind started drifting to Eddie. You had never been in such close proximity to him even though you had known him since middle school. Well, unless you count sophomore year when you were both in the principal’s office; you were receiving an award and he had been caught ditching class, again. No wonder he hasn’t graduated.  

You had to admit he was pretty good-looking, though. He had those wide brown eyes. You wondered how they would look up at you as his head was buried between your thighs. Almost involuntarily, your hand began descending your body, slipping underneath your underwear. Your fingers ran up and down your slit, collecting your wetness. Fuck, I really need to get laid, you thought. 

The last person you had sex with was Andrew Brown. He was a regular at Scoops Ahoy and he had asked you out on date. You dated for a month. The sex was okay, definitely not as good as your previous partner, Steve, but it did the job. 

But now, as your fingers slowly circled your clit, all you could think about was Eddie Munson. The smell of weed permeating in your room reminding you of the way he smelled, making you imagine that he was there with you. You imagined that it was his fingers slipping in and out of you, making you squirm as he kissed your neck.

As you increased your speed, all you could think of was Eddie doing the same thing you were doing right now. Was he watching the porno and masturbating? You could imagine him sitting on his couch, head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut, as he pumped his dick with his fist. Slowly at first, but more desperate as he neared his orgasm. You could imagine him thrusting up into his fist, eager to cum. The thought of him cumming all over hand and shirt had you increasing your speed; pumping your fingers in and out your cunt faster. You brought your other hand down to rub your clit once again. Your breathing becoming more erratic. The thought of him moaning as he came was the final straw for you. You came undone on your fingers, a softly whispered “Eddie” leaving your lips. 

Unbeknownst to you, a similar scene to the one your mind had conjured up had unfolded three miles away from your house. Eddie had, in fact, been watching the porno. He had been sitting on the couch, his hand wrapped around his cock, pre cum leaking out of the tip. His mind had drifted to your encounter earlier that night. He hadn’t meant to think about you as he jerked off, but the girl in the porno looked a little too similar to you. The same hair color and the same eyes. The cadence of her voice the same as yours. As the girl in the movie got on her knees and took the guy’s cock in her mouth, Eddie had closed his eyes and imagined you were on your knees in front of him. His hands gathering your hair into a ponytail, your eyes looking up at him while your mouth was stuffed with his dick. He leaned over a little and spit on his cock and began pumping his hand faster. He threw his head back, pleasure overwhelming his senses. 

“Does that feel good,” said the actress, but by the time it reached Eddie’s ear, your voice had replaced hers. He gave a small nod. He began thinking back to the way your shirt hugged your tits, the way your thighs looked in your jeans. He remembered the way your plump lips looked as you replied to his comments. As he got closer to his orgasm, he began thrusting up into his fist, wishing it your pussy as you rode him. He wondered how tight and warm you would feel around his dick, your tits bouncing in his face. That was enough to send him over the edge. He came all over his hand and shirt, your name falling out of his mouth in a soft whine. 

Three days later, you were working the morning shift at Family Video. Steve and Robin were also working the shift. Now that you were getting high before each shift, it felt like everything was back to normal. Your trio dynamic began feeling like it used to when you worked at Chips Ahoy. However, you only had a little bit of weed left. You weren't the best at rolling joints, so you went through them pretty fast. You had been smoking two each night to keep the bad thoughts away. You were thinking of going to see Eddie after your shift; it was a Saturday so he was probably home. 

The thought of seeing him was a bit daunting. After the night you touched yourself to the thought of him, he’s all you could think of. But, you knew that fucking him would be a bad idea. He’s your dealer now and he’s Eddie “The Freak” Munson. Although the Eddie in your scenario gave you a mind blowing and much needed orgasm, the real Eddie wouldn’t. He was probably a virgin and like every other guy, only concerned with his own pleasure. You weren’t going to be the girl to pop his cherry. 

Four hours into your shift, your boss made an appearance. You had only met him once when you started the job. He was never around so it caught you three by surprise when he arrived, especially since you and Robin were on the counter playing tic tac toe while Steve was in the romance section flirting, or possibly making out, with a girl named Claire. You and Robin quickly jumped of the counter and began making yourselves busy. You began wiping down the counters and Robin pretended to organize the clearance section in the front of the store.

“Hey champs,” your boss, Robert, said, “Just popping in to see how sales are going.”

“Hello, sir, sales are good, it’s a bit slow but good overall,” you said with a forced smile. 

“Well, maybe if you two dolls looked a little more cheerful sales would be a bit better, don’t you think?” he said while looking between you and Robin.

You both gave a small nod and you knew that Robin was thinking the same thing you were, what a douche. 

An hour later, Robert was still in the store. He had pulled up a chair and was sitting in the register counter, and to your luck he had assigned you the register. He just kept talking and talking pure nonsense and if you didn’t need the job, you would’ve quit right on the spot. 

Steve and Robin were both helping clients out when the door bell rang. You looked up and saw none other than Eddie Munson with the two movies he had rented the other day. He had already seen the porno. Your made up scenario came back to your mind and you wondered if maybe it had happened. As he walked he looked right at you and smiled.

“Y/L/N, long time no see, madame.”

"Welcome to Family Video, how can I help you,” you said with a tight lipped smile. Eddie looked confused so you gestured to your boss with your eyes, hoping Eddie would get the hint. A loom of realization seemed to cross his face and he gave a little nod.

“Helloooooo, I’m here to return these two movies. I gotta say, between you and me, this porno was the best one yet that I’ve seen,” he said lowering his voice as to pretend like he’s trying to be discreet, but high enough that your boss would still hear. You stifled a laugh when your boss started choking on his water. 

“You alright there, sir?” said Eddie in a falsely polite voice. “Was I a but crude for you liking? My sincerest apologies,” he said, bringing his hand up to his heart, “but you really do have the best pornos.”

Your boss looked so uncomfortable and in that moment you were so thankful for Eddie. “Thank you. On behalf of Family Video I am glad that your viewing experience was successful,” you say to Eddie.

“Oh, it very much was,” he says winking at you and the image of him cumming is once again planted in your mind.

“Is there anything else I can help you with,” you say, trying your best to ignore the pink of his lips and the way his hands look when he brings them up to his face, pretending to ponder your question.

“Yes, actually, could you be a dear and help me choose a movie. I was thinking porno, obviously, but with a little more romance. I’m a romantic, what can I say.”

“Sure thing follow me.” Eddie waited for you to exit the counter before following you. As you led him to the adult section, which was kind of weird considering it’s called Family Video, he couldn’t help but stare at your ass. He looked up when you turned around to make sure that he was following you. He hoped you hadn’t seen him checking you out, but you did and honestly you liked it. 

When you got to the adult section, you let out a soft laugh, “Oh god, did you see his face?”

Eddie started laughing too. “He looks like such a prick,” he said.

“Oh you have no idea. He’s been sitting there with me for the past hour and I think he’s spent like 40 minutes staring at my boobs and the other 20 minutes talking about how successful he is.” You both laughed harder. 

After you gained control of yourselves, you said, “I was actually hoping to see you-”

“Miss me already?” he interrupted with a smirk, leaning against the shelves.

“You wish, Munson. Actually, I wanted to buy more weed. I wasn’t sure if I should just show up at your trailer or ask you beforehand,” you said leaning against the opposite shelf, facing him.

“I brought some in my car this time. What time do you get off work today?”

You looked at your wrist, but remembered you had forgotten to wear your watch. The store clock was too far away for you to distinguish the time.

“It’s 1:30,” said Eddie realizing what you were looking for. 

“I get out in 30 minutes. Should I just go to your place?”

“I’ll wait,” he says with a cheeky smile, “anything for my best client.”

“Best client already, huh,” you say pushing yourself away from the shelf and walking the short distance between you two. Once you’re right in front of him, he also pushes himself off the shelf, staring into your eyes. His lips look so inviting that you just want to reach up and kiss him.

“I’ll meet you at your car,” you whisper unintentionally. The close proximity making it easy for him to hear what you said. “Don’t get too anxious.”

“I can’t make any promises,” he says, eyes flicking to your lips for a second. You hear footsteps approaching on your right so yo quickly step back. 

“This is our full collection of movies right now. Do you see any-” you begin to say but stop as you see Steve and Robin appear. They look between you and Eddie with a confused look on their faces. Eddie looks at them and then looks back at you. You flick your eyes to the door, hoping he’ll get the hint and leave.

“Okay, well I’m going to head out, I guess,” he says starting to walk backwards. He bumps into a shelf, knocking over a few DVDs. He tries to pick them up but you stop him, “It’s okay I'll take care of it,” you say grabbing the DVD from his hands, your fingers softly grazing his. He give a little nod and leaves the store.

You turn to look at Steve and Robin and you see that they were looking at you even more confused you than before. “What?,” you ask while bending over to pick the remaining DVDs off the floor. 

“What was that?,” they both asked at the same time. “Were you talking to the Freak Munson,” asked Steve in disbelief.

“I was talking to a customer, okay? I’m just doing my job. By the way, did douchebert leave already?” you ask trying to change the subject away from Eddie. You know you weren't doing anything wrong, you were just buying weed from a guy and that guy just happened to be school’s freak. It’s not a big deal. However, you knew Steve and Robin would make a big deal out of it and if they asked any further questions, you may or may not end up babbling about your lustful thoughts.

“Ugh, yes he left like 10 minutes ago, finally!” exclaimed Robin, “He going off about teenagers being off the rails or something like that.” He had left because of Eddie. That made you smile inside. As you were putting the last DVD on the shelf, Robin snatched it from your hands and started talking about how you guys should watch it with her to pass time until the end of your shift. She pretty much ran to the register while you and Steve walked slowly behind. 

“Hey, so you and Munson,” he started. 

“There’s no me and Munson, Steve,” you said annoyed. 

“I’m just saying, you guys looked a little close there,” he said bringing his hands up in the air. You stopped walking and he halted, too.

“Look, just because you want to fuck every girl that comes in here doesn’t mean I want to fuck every guy that comes in.”

“Okay, okay,” he said pouting a little, “you don’t have to be so mean.”

“I’m not mean, I’m just telling the truth,” you shrug. You place your arm around his shoulder, “Come on let’s go watch the movie or else Robin is gonna kill us.”

Thirty minutes into the movie, you say your goodbyes, despite much protest from both Steve and Robin, and head out. They still had an hour left until their shift ended. 

You walked outside to the parking lot, but didn’t see Eddie’s van. Had her gotten tired of waiting and left? You start walking behind Family Video to where your car is. You usually use the back door but this time you had gone out the front because of Eddie. When you reach the back parking lot, you see Eddie’s van parked there, but you couldn’t see Eddie in the driver’s seat. As you started walking towards the van, someone jumped out from behind Steve’s car making you jump. 

“Hey Princess,” said Eddie with smile. 

You brought your hand up to your chest,” Jesus Christ Eddie.” You slapped his shoulder, “You fucking scared me. I thought you had left.”

“Me, leave? I said I was gonna wait for you,” he said.

“I know but I didn’t see you,” you said walking towards his van, him following you. As you approached the van, you slowed down to let him lead. He walked towards the back and opened the doors. You saw the same metal lunch box that he had taken the weed out when you were at his trailer. 

“Half ounce again?,” he said looking at you.

“Ummm, I think ounce would be better.” He looked at you and chuckled.

“You know, you went through that half ounce pretty fast,” he said, “I wasn’t expecting you to come back for more until at least a week.”

“Yeah, I didn’t either,” you said looking straight ahead, “I’m not the best at rolling joints so I think that may be the problem.”

“I could teach you,” he says as he sits down in his van, “that way you won’t be going through them too fast. Although, that would mean I would see you less which-”

The small smile you had on your face while listening to Eddie slowly disappeared as a strange noise reached your ears. It sounded like...a clock? It didn't make any sense but you could hear it getting closer. What creeped you out the most was how familiar it sounded. You’ve heard countless of clocks, yet this one had a strangely distinct sound that-

You froze. A cold shiver running up your spine. Everything seemed to slow down as you identified the sound. It was the same sound you had periodically heard while you were in the upside down. You closed your eyes and shook your head, trying to rid yourself of the memories that were flooding your brain. When you opened you eyes, you were expecting to see the head full of shaggy hair, Eddie’s brown eyes underneath, but instead you were met with a deserted parking lot. The only car there was Eddie’s van, but his lively presence was replaced with thick, intertwined vines. The sunny sky was now bleeding red, a sickening cloud of fog making it difficult to breathe comfortably. 

No no no no, this couldn’t be. You couldn’t be there. Not again, please. It was getting harder for you to breathe. The ticking sound seemed to grow louder and it was accompanied by screams. Billy. You turned in circles trying to figure out where the sounds were coming from, but they were coming from every direction. 

“Y/N,” a deep voice said tauntingly, “why did you let him die? You should’ve died. You were a coward. It is all your fault.”

The word dead seemed to reverberate all around you. You covered your ears, falling to your knees. There was too much noise: the clock, Billy screaming, the voice taunting you. 

“Stop,” you yelled, “please stop.” You were sobbing, rocking back and forth, pressing your hands harder against your ears. The attempts were futile, the noise around you far too loud to be diminished by your mere hands. You felt like you were going crazy. How could this be happening? How had you ended up in the Upside Down? El had closed the gates. This had to be a nightmare, your mind playing a bad trick on itself.

In the midst of the chaos, you heard a voice calling your name. It wasn’t the same taunting, sneering voice that was shaming you. It was a worried and slightly panicked voice. 

“Y/N!...Y/N!...Y/N!,” it shouted. It was Eddie. You looked around trying to find his voice. It was so fragile compared to the other noises, but it was there. With all the energy you could muster, you got up. You rubbed your blurry eyes, trying to find Eddie. Had he somehow been sucked into the Upside Down? You walked closer to the back of the van and his voice intensified, but he was nowhere in sight. You remembered he had been sitting inside the van, so you crawled inside, trying to avoid the slimy vines that decorated the interior. 

Once you got inside, his voice seemed to be right in your ear. You felt yourself shaking but you weren’t sure what was making you shake. You heard one final “Y/N!” before you felt yourself falling, closing your eyes out of fear.

A few seconds later, you felt hands on your shoulders, cars driving, and birds chirping. 

“Y/N, can you hear me? What’s wrong,” you heard Eddie say, his voice a few inches away from your face.

You opened your eyes, albeit reluctantly, fearing that this might be some sort of trick and you were still in the Upside Down. You were met with Eddie’s concerned face; his mouth in a small frown, his eyes searching your face. Seeing his face made you feel relieved, so much so that you felt like crying. You were so scared and confused and you had just experienced something that you had been actively avoiding. You were smoking to forget all this and yet you had just had the most vivid experience of the one place you hated the most.

“I’m okay,” you said, your voice quavering a little, “I’m good.” Eddie looked at you unconvinced.

“You were in this like trance for five minutes. You couldn’t hear me and your eyes were closed. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine. I guess I’m just tired. I worked the closing shift last night and I had the opening shift this morning,” you partially lied. You knew Eddie could tell that you weren’t all that fine, but he didn’t say anything else and just nodded. 

“Okay... well can you come inside the van so I can give you the weed? Just in case cops are driving around.” You nod and walk the few steps toward the van, your legs wobbling a little and your mind drifting to how you had just done this not even 5 minutes ago. You climb in the back of his van and he closes the doors. 

“Here’s your ounce,” he says passing you the bag, “and my offers still stand you know?”

“What offer,” you say confused before you vaguely remember what he had been talking about before you had been transported to the Upside Down, “Oh actually I’ll take you up on that.”

“Really?,” he asks surprised. You shake your head yes. You didn't;’t know what had happened to you a few moments earlier. All you knew was that you did not want to go there again and Eddie’s voice had been the one to get you out of there. Although it may sound selfish, you figured that maybe by being near him you wouldn’t have that vision again, or he would bring you back if you did. It was fucked up, you realized, because what if something went wrong? What if he couldn’t bring you back and something bad happened? Something supernatural? You could only hope it didn’t happen, and at this point, you would take your chances.

“Hey, do have anything stronger than weed?,” you ask quietly. He looks at you with the same surprised look he had given you when you first asked him for weed.

“I do,” he says, “What are you looking for exactly?”

“Anything,” you say looking him in the eye. 

“I have something at my house that I think you’ll like. Can you come over?”

“Yeah, I’ll follow you back,” you say. You both get out of his van; he walks toward the driver’s seat and you walk towards your car. You get in and immediately turn on the radio. “Crazy Train” by Ozzy Osbourne begins playing on the radio and you turn it up. You close your eyes and lean your head against the steering wheel. You feel like screaming and hitting something. Ozzy’s voice all you can hear. 

With great difficulty you raise your head up and look in your rearview mirror. Eddie’s van is nowhere in sight so you guess he had already left. You back out of your parking spot and start driving to his trailer.

Ten minutes later you arrive. He was waiting for you outside against his van. You step out of your car, your bag in hand. He walks forward and opens the trailer door. You walk in mumbling a small “thanks”. 

“Make yourself at home, mademoiselle,” he says, “I’ll be right back.” He disappears into his room and you sit on the recliner that’s near the window. You look around the trailer. It’s a mess. There’s wrappers and dishes everywhere. You suppose neither Eddie nor his uncle are the cleanliest. His uncle probably works all day and doesn’t have time to clean and Eddie, well, he probably just has other things he’d rather do. Your house wasn't the cleanest either, most of the time. Your mother would always be too tired from work so you offered to take care of the cleaning. However, you would come home late from work or you were just too exhausted to do anything so sometimes the dishes piled up and dust collected on every surface. 

You wondered what had happened to his parents? Had they died? You started feeling bad for Eddie; in the short time that you had gotten to known him you had realized that he was not a bad person. You along with everyone else misjudged him. 

He came back with a little box and a smile on his face.

“Okay, here is the magic E,” he said holding up a little bag with pills inside. “You just pop one in your mouth and let it do its magic.”

He walked closer to you with a pill in hand. You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out, prompting him to put it in your mouth. His eyes widened a little, but he obeyed, placing the pill on your tongue. You closed your mouth, feeling the pill dissolving. You saw Eddie popping a pill into his mouth as well, his eyes never leaving yours. You looked down, seeing a bulge in his crotch.

Oh my god, you though, had that..turned him on? There was no way he wasn’t a virgin. He saw your eyes looking down and he blushed realizing what you were looking at. He turned around and walked towards the kitchen, opening the fridge. He came back with two beers and handed one to you. You took a big swig, grimacing at the bitter taste. You weren’t much of a beer girl, you preferred vodka or tequila. 

“How long does it take for this to kick in,” you said breaking the silence.  “Just any minute now,” he said looking at his watch. Almost as if on cue, you began feeling it. Your body and mind felt lighter in a way, making you relax. You could feel Eddie’s eyes on you.

“So, are you gonna show me how to roll a blunt or are you just gonna keep staring at me,” you tell him taking another sip of your beer.

He gives you a small laugh and nods his head. You get the bag of weed out from your bag and throw it to him. He catches it with one hand and starts walking back to his room. He comes back with some paper squares and sits on the floor in front of you. 

“Enlighten me, Munson.”

He takes some weed out of the bag and begins placing it on the paper. “The art to rolling a blunt is being gentle, really gentle. You have to make sure to get an even amount across the paper. Then, when you start rolling it, make it as tight as possible.”

All you could focus on was the way his fingers looked like as he rolled the joint. The veins on his hands and the rings making his hands so alluring. When he fhad rolled the joint, he brought it up to his mouth and licked a stripe right across the length of the paper. He was looking up at you as he did that and god did that turn you on. You felt chest rising up and down as you imagined his tongue somewhere else. 

He reached into his front pocket and pulled a lighter out. He lit up the joint and took a drag. 

“And that is how you successfully roll a joint,” he said blowing the smoke out, “don’t try this at home kids.”

You extended your hand and he passed you the joint. You put your mouth around it, inhaling. The smoke filling your lungs before exhaling it. Once again, Eddie was looking at you, but his eyes were now focused on your mouth. He could feel his pants tightening. He wondered how good your mouth would feel around his cock. 

You could tell he was aroused as were you, but you knew he wouldn’t do anything about it, so you took it upon yourself to tease him. Before you could give this any more thought, you found yourself saying, “You know, the other night I couldn’t help but think about you.”

You saw his cheeks go red and that brought a smirk to your face. He was so easily flustered. 

“Yeah? Was it good things?”

“Oh, I’d say they were very good,” you say. You finish your beer and place it front of the recliner. You move to sit on the floor so he scoots back a little. 

“Have you thought about me,” you ask, your voice low. You really hope he says yes or else this is gonna be awkward. He nods a little looking at the ground. You groan internally. The image of him stroking his cock to you sending heat straight to your core. You want him really bad.

“Do you wanna fuck,” you blurt out. Your eyes widening a bit at the the same time he looks at you. Did you really just say that? He’s gonna think you're a whore just asking guys to fuck. Oh god. I mean you were asking a sort of random guy to fuck. 

“Yeah,” he says, “that would be...yeah.” He takes another drag. You both just it there, staring at each other. He licks his lips and you’re done. You lean forward and grab his face with both hands, smashing your lips against his. He seems taken aback for a moment, but soon he starts kissing back slower. Your lips are aggressive against his, your experience ce compared to his inexperience shining through. You pull back. 

“Have you ever had sex,” you ask and he rapidly nods his head yes. You don’t believe him, but instead of saying anything you just lean forward again. You kiss him slower this time, helping him ease into it a bit. His lips are soft against yours, his hands by his side; one holding the blunt and the other one trying to clear the surrounding area. You move to straddle his hips, your legs resting on each side of his thighs. You remove your hands from his face and bring them down to his hands. You take the blunt away from his hand and place it on top of the box he had brought out earlier. With both his hands free, you bring them to your hips. 

He gets the hint and firmly grips your hips, giving them a little squeeze. The action makes you buck against him, grinding against his crotch. He lets out a little whine into the kiss which makes you even wetter. You break from the kiss and start kissing his jaw. is breathing becomes more erratic as you start sucking on his neck, leaving a hickey. 

His hands move to your ass, pushing you forward so you could grind on him. Your hips start to grind against his crotch, soft moans escaping you both. You increase your speed and grind down harder, your jeans making it harder for you to feel it. This time he starts leaving sloppy, wet kisses on your jaw. His kisses becoming sloppier as he travels down your neck and as you increase your pace. You tug on his hair when he begins sucking on your pulse point, your action eliciting a moan from him.

“I don’t think I’ll last long if you keep grinding on me like this,” he says through ragged breaths. You nod absentmindedly and slow your pace. 

“Do you have a condom,” you say and he nods.

“They’re in my room.”

Begrudgingly you stop grinding on him and get off his lap. He stands up first and extends his hand which you take. He begins walking to his room, but you halt, bending over to pick the blunt off the box. You take a drag as you walk towards his room. He rummages through his drawer for what seems like eternity.

While he does that, you get rid of your shirt, throwing it at Eddie. He looks towards you, eyes widening as he sees your chest. Your breasts spilling out of the top of your bra.

“Hurry up, Eddie.” He turns back around, digging through the mess in his drawer.

“Aha, here it is,” he says. You lay down on his bed, pants unbuttoned. He walks around towards the foot of bed, staring at you. He licks his lips and removes his shirt. You prop yourself on your forearms, admiring the tattoos on his chest. You use your finger to beckon him towards you and he complies. 

Careful not to crush you, he gets on top of you. With one arm he props himself up and with the other he begins to softly caress your side. You capture his lips with yours, roughly kissing him. He was being too gentle. You didn’t want sweet sex. You wanted it rough. You wanted his teeth scraping your neck, his hands tugging on your hair, his cock buried so deep that it hurt.

You lowered your hands to his crotch and began unbuckling his belt. You unbuttoned his pants and tried tugging them off. Eddie broke the kiss to stand up. He slid his pants down. You could see his cock straining against his boxers.

You stood up so you were face to face with Eddie. You turned around and pushed on his shoulders so he sat down on the edge of the bed. He looked so hot; his hair was even more disheveled, his cheeks flush red, his chest heaving up and down, his eyes a bit hooded. You kicked your shoes off your feet and dragged your pants down your legs. You were left in your bra and underwear. You wanted Eddie inside of you, but you wanted to tease him a little. You reached behind you and unclasped your bra, sliding the straps down your arms. 

Eddie looked starstruck as he stared at your chest. Licking his lips, he reaches out to touch your tits. The cold of his rings contrasting your heated skin. He begins kneading your tits, moving forward to wrap his mouth around your nipple. You throw your head back and tangle your left hand in his hair as he starts flicking your nipples with his tongue. The sensation shooting to your core. You could feel the wetness pooling in your panties, your clit begging to be touched. 

You slide your right hand down your stomach and under the band of your underwear. You gather some of your wetness and use it to rub your clit, moaning at the combination of your fingers and Eddie’s mouth. Eddie looks down at your hand, realizing what you’re doing. He pulls away from your tits and grabs your right wrist.

“Let me,” he whispers and you nod, unable to speak. He slides your underwear down your legs and you step out of it. He stands up and turns you around, laying you down on his bed. He gets on the bed and lies on his side. He looks into your eyes as he lowers his hand to your cunt. He drags two fingers up and down your slit before he starts circling your clit. He begins rubbing it gently, unsure if he’s doing thee right thing. His touch send electricity through your body and you give out a soft moan. 

This reassures him that he is doing the right thing so he begins to increase his speed. You bite your lip, trying to keep your moans down. He leans in to kiss you, his mouth swallowing your sounds.

When he pulls back he says, “Don’t be mean, let me hear how good I’m making you feel.” You nod and let yourself moan. You could feel his dick throbbing against your thigh. You brought your hand up and put it inside his boxers. You wrapped your hand around his painfully hard cock, hearing him inhale sharply as you did so. You started stroking his dick at the same pace he was rubbling your clit. 

He started giving out small moans and whimpers, the sounds encouraging you to go faster. As you felt yourself nearing your orgasm, you stopped stroking him, removing your hands from his boxers and removing his hand from your cunt. 

“I want to cum while you’re inside me,” you tell him and he nods. 

He lays down and pulls his boxers down, his dick springing free. You could feel that he was big as you were stroking him, but seeing his dick you realize just how long it is. You knew it was gonna hurt in the best way. 

“I want to ride you,” you whisper. He scoots back so his back is against his headboard. You reach out to his nightstand for the condom. You tear it open and put it on him. You straddle his hips and look into his eyes. You line yourself up with dick, feeling his tip against your entrance. He draws in a sharp breath and you can’t wait for the noises he’ll make once he’s inside you. 

You slowly start sinking onto him. His dick stretching you out deliciously. You can’t help but smirk as he closes his eyes and throws his head back, the pleasure too much for him. Once you bottom out, you stay still for a second, trying to adjust to his size and giving him time to adjust to the feeling of your walls around him. 

Once he opens his eyes again, you begin to move. Slowly, you raise your hips up before bringing them back down, moaning at the same time as Eddie. You keep repeating the movement, slowly increasing your speed. Every time you lowered yourself, you could Eddie’s tip hitting your sweet spot. You weren’t sure if it was Eddie, the drugs, or a combination of both that was making every feeling ten times more intense.

As you felt your orgasm drawing closer, you began to move faster, gripping onto Eddie’s shoulders for support. You were gripping so hard that you wouldn’t be surprised if he had finger shaped bruises tomorrow. All you could hear were your moans intertwined with Eddies’, the sound of you thighs slapping against his, and the occasional squeak of his bed. 

Eddie began thrusting his hips up, meeting your own movements. You could tell he was close by the way his thrusts were urgent and sloppy. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he says through moans. 

“Me too,” you say leaning in to kiss him.

He thrusts up into you hard as you lower yourself onto him and you’re done. You feel his dick twitch inside you, his cum spilling into the condom. You feel the knot that had formed in your core become undone, a warmth spreading throughout your body. Your hips stutter as you continue riding him through your orgasms. He whines against your lips as his dick becomes overstimulated. You stop your movements, resting your head on his shoulder. 

You stay in that position for a few minutes, trying to calm your breathing. As the adrenaline subsides, you feel for your thighs burning from the exertion. You give Eddie one last kiss on his neck and roll of his lap. You lay down on your back next to him. He takes the condom off, tying it up and throwing it in the trash can that’s next to his bed. He lays down as well, turning on his side to face you. Your eyes are closed, chest sweaty.

He looks at you with a small smile on his face. You look so beautiful. You open your eyes and find him looking at you. You raise your eyebrow, “What?”

"Nothing,” he says, “so we can do this again, right?”

You give him a small laugh and nod, “Yes, definitely. You ready?”

he looks so silly here tucked in under his jacket with it pulled all the way up to his neck. just a lil guy