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🥰🥹 they’re so cute

His smile melts me

From Kate’s IG story x

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BRB going feral thinking about utter filth involving this man

Kate’s really out here doing Gods work 🙏 🖤

Via Kate’s IG story

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He’s just so 😩😍

From Kate’s insta ❤️

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Daddy’s back 😙😌 everyone resume breathing.

From Kate’s insta story x

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Completely understandable that Varg was so obsessed with him and wanted to gain his attention and approval, LOOK AT THAT ARM

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Too Much in Common | Eddie Munson X F!Henderson!Reader

Summary: After Dustin brings Eddie home for a D&D campaign, you find yourself enjoying his company more frequently than expected.

Word Count: 5.2k

Warnings: 18+ mdni, drug use (marijuana), smut, kinda automatic dubcon since they're both fried?, fingering, a lil praise, eddie’s just a lil obsessed

A/N: it hasn’t been explicitly stated yet but reader is adopted. hopefully i actually post a part two in a timely manner.

part two | finale | tmic masterlist

The rumbling of Eddie’s van ceased in the Hendersons’ driveway as he turned the key back in the ignition. He was surprised, however, when the metal thrum of a guitar continued despite his radio now being off. Opening his door, he recognized “N.I.B.” by Black Sabbath and realized it was coming from inside, making his eyebrows furrow in confusion. 

He made his way to the front door, not bothering to knock beforehand since Dustin was expecting him and the kid’s mom wasn’t home. “Since when did you get a taste in music, Henderson?” He called over the music blaring from the sound system in the living room. A door around the corner slammed open much more forcefully than necessary and the aforementioned freshman barreled out of his bedroom. 

“It’s my sister!” He shouted back. “She said I could have you guys over while Mom is gone if I didn’t bitch while she was in charge, but APPARENTLY THAT MEANS MAKING ME GO DEAF!” 

Eddie could just barely make out your muttered “oh please” as you entered from the kitchen. You turned down the volume until the sound could be considered background noise. “If anyone here is gonna go deaf, it’s me from your constant shrieking.” Distressed jeans hugged the curve of your waist perfectly and the Poison t-shirt you had on looked soft from numerous wears. He tried not to stare, but he was sure he looked like a cartoon character– bugging, heart-shaped eyes and jaw hitting the floor. He almost missed it when you acknowledged him. “Munson. I heard you were still running Hellfire. Didn’t realize you’d be coming today.”

Oh fuck. You knew him. You knew him? How did you know him? Of course, you had gone to the same school, everybody in Hawkins did, but he would remember meeting a girl like you. Would you be upset with him for not knowing who you are? God, already embarrassing himself and he hasn’t even started talk–

“Relax,” You snorted. “I was a grade under you at Hawkins and I was homeschooled my senior year. We never talked, I wouldn’t expect you to remember me. I’m pretty sure everybody knows about you, though.” And this is when you tell him to get out of your house and stay away from your kid brother because he’s a drug-dealing, Satan-worshipping freak. “It’s nice you’re still running the D&D club, sounds like everything else there gets worse every year.” 

Some of the tension in his muscles slipped away and he realized he’d been subtly bracing himself. “Oh–” The doorbell rang and Dustin ran to get it, welcoming in Mike and Lucas who were already amicably bickering louder than necessary. Behind them trailed the two others they had ridden with, Jeff and Gareth if you remembered correctly. They seemed a little uncomfortable holding a session in a new house, but relaxed drastically when they set eyes on Eddie. “Uh– you guys can go ahead down to the basement with the freshmeat. I’ll be down in a sec, alright?” They nodded, waving politely to you before following the boys.

When they were gone, you and Eddie locked eyes again. “Seriously, I’m glad Dusty has someone watching out for him. He takes more shit than he deserves. Just try to be a good role model, alright? If I find out you give that kid Special K or some shit, it’s fucking over for you. Got it?”

“I would never let anything bad happen to those kids when they’re with me,” He spoke earnestly. “I’m gonna look out for them. If I’m ever gonna do anything right, it’s that.”

“I believe you, Munson.” You gave him a small smile and nodded towards the basement door. “You should probably get going. They can’t start the game without their dungeon master, right?”

An embarrassed flush fought its way up his neck to his cheeks as you turned towards the hall where your bedroom was. Before you could get more than a couple of steps though, he gently grasped your wrist. “Hey uh, by the way– I just wanted you to know that I don’t really– I don’t do any hard stuff anymore. Haven’t in a while. I hardly even sell it anymore and I stopped selling to first-timers.”

“I’m sorry, Eddie, I didn’t mean to–”

“No, don’t worry about it. I totally get it, I just wanted to let you know; for your peace of mind, I guess. You deserve to know who your baby brother’s hanging around with, I don’t want you to think I’m too bad an influence.”

“I don’t think you’re too bad, Munson. Just a healthy amount.” You gave his own wrist a small squeeze as you slipped your hand from his and finally went back to your own room. He gazed after you momentarily, even after your door had closed. If the guys were still present, they would definitely be giving him shit.

As if on cue, he heard Dustin’s muffled shout from the basement. “Eddie, hurry the hell up!”

You were sitting on the front porch swing lighting a joint when his beat-up van pulled up two nights later. “Seek & Destroy” poured from his cracked-open windows until his door opened and he set foot on your driveway once again. “He’s not here, y’know,” You called to him.

“That’s alright, I actually just needed to–” Eddie was halfway between you and his van when he caught a whiff of a particularly familiar scent. A shocked, teasing grin slowly spread across his face. “Henderson, are you smoking marijuana right now?” 

In spite of yourself, you let out a laugh, coughing around a lungful of smoke in the process. “Say it a little louder, Munson, I don’t think the deafening Metallica got the neighbors’ attention.” 

Laughing, he dropped into the space next to you on the swing. “I didn’t peg you for the smoking type.”

“Oh, you mean from the three minutes we interacted?” You squinted playfully but held the joint out to him. “Just weed, I don’t fuck with anything else personally.”

He took you up on the offer, calloused fingertips brushing your skin as he took the joint from you. Examining it for a moment, he smirked as he took a hit. “Fuckin’ with it pretty hard, apparently,” He breathed out. “You roll almost as good as I do.”

“Good, then you can roll the next one.” It passes between you as you speak, though Eddie tries to keep his turns short out of courtesy. “Which brings us back to the topic of why you’re here mooching my shit. You said you needed to do something?”

“Right, I uh- I forgot my lucky dice here the other night. I figured I’d pick ‘em up on my way home from The Hideout.” 

“Oh yeah, you’re in a band or something, right?” 

“Since middle school,” He nodded, “Just me and a few guys from school, s’called Corroded Coffin.”

“Sounds metal.”

“We try to,” He chuckled.

“You like Black Sabbath and Metallica, you’d better,” You teased. You didn’t notice the way his eyes followed your every move as you smoked. The way your cheeks hollowed ever so slightly as you sucked in a hit, how your breath hitched and your eyes fell closed as you held it in. The corners of his lips curled up in amusement watching you blow Os while conversation lulled for a moment. Offering him one last hit first, you stub out the roach on the ground and stand from your seat. “C’mon in, you can go get your dice.”

“Thanks,” He hummed, grabbing the door as soon as it was open to hold it for you. 

“Have you eaten?” You ask, heading into the kitchen as he made his way toward the basement door. “I haven’t, I was gonna make a sandwich or something. You want one?”

“That’d be great, actually, thank you.” The dice weren’t hard to find seeing as he’d left them there on purpose. So maybe it was a little weird, definitely a little desperate, but he wanted to make sure he had another opportunity to see you– get his foot in the door, so to speak– and he really hadn’t expected all this. He’d hoped you’d be the one to answer the door and he’d get to make small talk for a few minutes, point out your shared taste in music maybe, but this? Catching you alone, sharing a joint, getting invited in for something to eat? This was going better than he could’ve possibly expected.

“Find ‘em?” You called down.

“Yup!” He jogged back up the stairs, waving the small velvet bag as he joined you in the kitchen. “All good.”

“What a relief. Can’t have the dungeon master thrown off his game, that would be a travesty.” You glanced up at him mischievously as you finished making the first sandwich, scooting the plate across the counter to him.

Eddie suppressed a smile, shaking his head as he picked up the sandwich. “You just love teasin’ me with that, don’t you?” He asked before he took what was probably an unattractively large bite.

“Depends on what kind of teasing we’re talking about, Munson.” You drawled casually in return, turning to continue making your own. Meanwhile, it was an effort just for him to keep his food in his mouth without choking on it. You were flirting with him.

Weren’t you? Maybe you weren’t. Maybe you’d meant it the other way around– that you’d only tease him in a joking way and that you’d never want to–

“Eddie, I can see the smoke coming out of your ears,” You snorted. “Stop thinking so hard, you’re gonna hurt yourself.” You took a big bite before grabbing a bottle of water out of the fridge. “Want one?” His answer was going to be yes, but you were grabbing him one before he had responded anyway. There was a brief and fairly comfortable silence as you cleaned up the rest of your small mess and he took a few long swigs of his water. “Wanna finish these in my room? We could smoke another joint maybe…just chill out, I don’t know…”

“Yeah, totally,” He agreed, maybe a little too eagerly.

“You’re rolling though,” You remind him over your shoulder as he begins to follow you to your bedroom.

The door creaked as you opened it, waiting for him to enter after you so you could close it. As you opened the window wide and lit a stick of incense, he took in his surroundings. Your room wasn’t like the average teenage girl’s– not that Eddie had seen very many of those– not pastel-colored, or frilly, or covered in heartthrob posters, though a few stuffed animals were perched tenderly on your bed. Actually, it was almost more like his, albeit much more organized. There were posters of horror movies and rock bands filling a decent amount of the empty space on your walls, the Dio flag pinned to the ceiling drawing his attention. “Oh, that is so sick!”

“I thought you might like some ‘a this stuff,” You laughed softly. Nodding towards the stereo in the corner, you continued, “You can put something on if you want.” He squatted down to look through your cassettes, hearing your voice move through the room as you got out your bud, tray, and paper. “Try to keep it understated though, alright? Nothing too hard or fast right now.”

“Really tryin’ to mellow out tonight, huh?” He began playfully, but looked back at you as his tone softened a little. “Everything okay?”

“Oh, I’m alright,” You reassure. With the cassette in place, he made sure the volume was low before it began playing softly as you spoke. “I just get a little too pent up sometimes, you know? Everything’s just been kind of a lot lately, ‘s why I was already smoking when you showed up.”

“Hey, I can beat it if you want. I didn’t mean to show up outta the blue at a bad time and I definitely don’t have to stick around if you don’t want me here. I can totally get it if you want the time to yourself–”

“Please stay,” You quietly interrupted, then seemed a little embarrassed. “Sorry, I didn’t– I’d appreciate the company if you wanna stay a little while.”

Eddie gave you a comforting smile before taking a seat at your vanity to roll the joint, trying to lighten the mood. “Careful what you wish for, Henderson. I mean, you’ve got good music, good weed, made me dinner; I might be hangin’ around here more often with this kinda treatment. You’ve got me livin’ the life, babe.”

Laying down on your bed to watch him, your voice was more serious than he expected when you replied. “You’re welcome any time, you know. Mom likes when the house is busy and I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but Dustin practically worships the ground you walk on.” His rings glinted in the lamplight as he carefully sprinkled the bud onto the paper.

“Yeah? And what’s your review, hm?” You didn’t mean to stare at the way his lips wrapped around the joint or how his tongue traced the seam of the paper to seal it.

You hummed vaguely as he finished up, gently plucking it from between his fingers when he was done. Dramatically inspecting it much longer than he had yours, you finally say, “You roll clean joints.”

He shakes his head and laughs. Your lips close around the paper, feeling the seam still damp with his spit, and you jut your chin toward his lighter on the vanity. Grabbing it without a word, he leans forward to give you a light. Your gaze catches on his rings once more before lifting to his face again. A reflection of the flame makes the brown of his eyes warmer as they lock with yours, looking up from where you still lay on the bed on your stomach. You take a long pull as he draws the lighter away again and the spell is broken.

Sitting up to breathe the smoke in deeper, you tuck your knees under you. Eddie joins you on your bed, but not before he kicks off his shoes by the bedroom door. He sits cross-legged just in front of your pillows so you shuffle around to face him. “So, how was your concert?”

He snorted, “Concert might be a bit heavy. Gig is a little more accurate. Show maybe.”

You roll your eyes, but keep your tone light and pass the joint. “You’re a loser, you know that? You knew exactly what I was talking about, answer the question.”

“It was pretty good I guess,” He shrugged and took a long hit. “I think there may have been a whole seven people this time. And one of them was even sober!”

You smiled sympathetically, “You’re just in the wrong town. Don’t worry, I’ll come watch you play. I don’t know if that’d be a good atmosphere for the boys, but I could probably force Steve, Nancy, and Robin to come.

He twisted one of his rings around his finger for a moment. “That’s really nice, sweetheart.”

With each toke you both took, the joint burned slightly shorter until it was almost completely gone. “You want the last hit?” you asked. “I finished the last one. And you rolled this one anyway.”

“No, that’s alright. It’s your weed; I’m literally a drug dealer, I’ve got plenty at home.”

“Here,” You took one last long drag and he raised an eyebrow in confusion, but he understood when you sat up further on your knees and leaned toward him. A sense of giddy excitement overtook him for a second, nerves probably heightened from the weed, but he kept his composure. When your lips slotted over his, he took a deep breath in. His hand slid into your hair to keep your head steady as you sighed the smoke into his mouth. Your lips grazed over his afterward, very obviously lingering long after it was necessary. You giggled as you slumped down into a laying position, letting your head fall back into his lap.

“Seems like someone’s a lot more relaxed now,” He cooed playfully.

“Sorry, I can get off ‘f you–” He notices how your voice is slightly rougher after smoking so much.

“Hey, no–” His hands settle warmly over your shoulders, not holding you down so much as they were encouraging you to stay put. “It’s alright, baby. You can get comfy, you’re not bothering me.”

His hands soothed up and down your arms as you settled back in. “That feels really nice.” You hummed quietly and it drew out into another giggle, “Everything feels really nice.”

He laughs a little airily himself, “It does, doesn’t it?” Your skin felt so soft and warm beneath his fingertips, tracing imaginary shapes along the bare flesh of your arms. “‘M feelin’ pretty good, myself.” Your eyes couldn’t help but wander to his pretty pink lips again. They’d felt so soft against yours and you wanted more– to really feel him this time. His thumb brushes your chin, dragging down in a way that had your mouth opening slightly. “What’re you thinkin’ so hard about, sweet thing?”

Blinking up at him with glassy eyes, you raised an arm to brush your fingers over his flushed cheek. “Eddie, c’n you kiss me? Please?”

“Yeah?” He moved his thumb a bit higher to tug your lower lip down a bit, face dipping down a bit closer to yours. “That what you want?” You were nodding before he even finished his sentence, making him chuckle quietly. 

He allowed his lips to graze teasingly over yours, just barely touching, before finally kissing you. His nose brushed your chin and you could feel the small smile adorning his face before your lower lip was sucked softly between his. Fingers winding into his mess of frizzy curls, you moaned quietly into his mouth and pulled him closer. After another moment though, he slowly drew back, lips separating from yours with a soft smack that made you unreasonably desperate for more.

An ache had sparked in his lower back while loading the amps into the van after their show earlier that evening, deepening as he proceeded to help load the rest of the equipment afterward. Now the deep curve he had molded it to in order to keep his mouth on yours had the pain radiating up his entire back. “As much as I’m enjoying this– and believe me, babe, I’m seriously enjoying it– my back is kinda killin’ me and hunching over you like this…” 95% of his brain was screaming at him to shut the fuck up, to ignore it and just keep kissing you breathless anyway, but the other 5% was crying out to lay down and he had to listen.

“Oh, sorry,” There was a slight pant in your voice as you released your grasp on his hair. He sat up slowly as if a movement too fast would shatter the calm in the air. You sat up yourself, watching as he eased himself back onto your pillows. “S’that better?”

“Way better,” He confirmed. “We can uh- we could keep kissing if you want.”

Openly cringing at how awkward that sounded, he opened his mouth to say something else before you interrupted him with a still-sluggish giggle. “I’d like that, Eddie.”  

“Okay,” He nodded rapidly. 

Leaning forward onto your hands and knees, you crawled into his lap. His hands instantly settled on your thighs, running up and down the material of your pajama pants. His eyes flickered wildly over your body a few times before gazing up at you in awe. You didn’t waste any time in kissing him again, which was much easier now that he wasn’t upside down. As you moaned into his mouth, his hands molded to your hips, squeezing and pulling you as tight to him as he could get you. His tongue slipped between your lips, making them open further as your hands found his hair once again. 

He didn’t mean to start moving, slowly grinding into you in an attempt to relieve the tightness in his jeans that definitely wasn’t a problem before he came over— but then you were rocking down on him yourself, clothed cunt rubbing against him in a desperate search for friction. Hips rutting up into yours, he braced a palm against your lower back. You could feel his hardness pressing into you through the layers of clothing between you. Pulling back for air, you panted into his mouth, still subtly grinding against him. “Fuck,” He grunted quietly. The soft whimper of his name that you gave him in return made his head fall back against the wall with a thud. “Got me so fuckin’ hard, sweet thing. Please, don’t stop.”

“Don’t wanna stop,” You whined back quietly. “Feels so good.” 

“Good,” He cooed. “Don’t worry, ‘m gonna keep makin’ you feel good.” Hot, open-mouthed kisses moved down your neck and you let out a moan. His fingers wormed their way past the hem of your shirt, tracing the cup of your bra. “This okay?” He mumbled against your skin. Nodding, you cupped his hand and guided it higher until he pushed your bra out of the way. The pad of his thumb brushed firmly over your nipple, making your hips jerk against his. “Mmm, so sensitive. Is that jus’ the weed or are you always like this?”

“Both,” You breathed out. “‘N you’re good at all this.”

“Aw you don’t have to butter me up, baby,” He grinned. “I’m gonna make you cum either way.” Free hand dipping past the waistband of your pajama pants, Eddie continued playfully, “But, go on. Keep tellin’ me how much I turn you on.”

“Eddie,” You pleaded, “C’mon.” 

Fingers stroking the damp fabric of your underwear, he asked, “This okay? Really want me to touch you?” Your desperate nods made his lips curl, pressing more firmly against you and drawing out a moan that you tried to stifle. “No, no, no, you gotta tell me how it feels, sweet thing. We’re all alone, you can make those pretty noises, it’s okay.”

Your head slumped into the crook of his neck, mouthing lazily at his skin. Nudging your underwear to the side, he sank his middle finger knuckle-deep into you. Grasping tightly at the worn material of his t-shirt, your breath hitched. “Mmm, fuck– yes, Eddie, thank you.”

“Look at you, usin’ your manners ‘n everything. Of course, you would. Such a good girl.” Your moans only grew louder, making his hips jerk in search of friction. “So warm and wet, bet you’d feel so good around my cock.” Lifting your head to kiss him again, your hand found the shape of his length in his jeans. He rolled his thumb over your clit in circles as his hips rocked against your palm. Mouths open against each other’s, you exchanged panting breaths and muffled moans. Confined by your pants, his hand didn’t have much room for movement, leaving your hips stuttering frustratedly. “Lemme get these off’a you, babe. Can make you feel so much better than this.”

Suddenly, his hand was curled under your thigh and you let out a small squeal as you were flipped onto your back beneath him. Your pants and underwear were yanked down your legs feverishly, Eddie parting them to slip two fingers into you this time. “Shit, Eds!”

“Fuck, I’m sorry, was that too much?” Immediately, he tried to withdraw his hand, but you gripped his wrist to stop him. 

“Don’t stop, Eddie. Please, don’t stop,” You rushed.

“Alright, sweetheart, ‘m right here. Don’t worry.” Your hands laced into his hair for stability as his fingers crooked into a spot that almost made your eyes cross. Already dripping onto your bedspread, you pulled him even closer to you. Smirk spreading across his face, he said, “Oh yeah. That’s the spot, huh, baby?”

“Fuck, Eddie, you’re gonna make me come,” You whined.

“Good, want you to soak my fingers.” His hips rocked forward, clothed cock grinding into the back of your thigh. “Wanna feel you come for me.” The way his thumb rubbed so firmly against your clit had heat shooting all the way to your toes. Desperately tugging him down for another kiss, your thighs trembled as they squeezed closed around his hand. “There it is,” He murmured lowly against your lips. “Mmm, you’d feel so fuckin’ good coming around my cock, sweet thing.” The deep cadence of his voice had you shaking.

Grasping at the back of his shirt, you buried your face in the crook of his neck. He held you in silence for a long moment until your head eventually dropped back against the bed. A smile slowly grew on your face as you looked up at him and you let out a small giggle, making him grin down at you. He laughed softly too as he pressed his forehead against yours. 

Eyes darting shortly to the alarm clock on your nightstand, you did a double-take when you noticed how late it was. “Son of a bitch, my mom’s gonna be home any minute!” You grabbed your discarded underwear and pajama pants from the foot of the bed as soon as Eddie had peeled himself off of you. “Uh– fuck, I’m really sorry. I promise I didn’t mean to invite you in just for this, I just didn’t realize how late it got. I didn’t mean to leave you hanging, but–”

“Are you kidding?” He was already leaning against the wall by your door, slipping on his beat-up air forces. “I had a blast, babe. We should do this again sometime,” He winked teasingly.

You rolled your eyes half-heartedly, feeling your body warm. When the two of you reached the front door, you rubbed your arm and met his eyes only a bit awkwardly. “I’m sorry again about not…returning the favor.”

He chuckled, giving you a small smirk. “Don’t worry about me, sweet thing. After tonight, I’ll have no trouble taking care of it myself.” Taking a step closer to you, he leaned down for a kiss that was much slower and softer than the last few you’d shared. “I’ll see you soon, yeah?”

“Night, Eddie. Thanks for keeping me company tonight.”

“Anytime.”

You waited at the door until he’d gotten in his van and driven away before finally heading back to your room. As soon as you closed your bedroom door and flopped down on your bed, you heard your mom’s car pull into the driveway. Meanwhile, Eddie drove home, foot a little heavy on the gas pedal as he itched to get back to his own room.

He didn’t see you again for two weeks. He knew the Hendersons’ phone number, but there was no way he could ask for you if Dustin or your mom picked up. So he waited, very impatiently mind you, and hoped he hadn’t ruined things by going so far with you so fast. 

When he did finally see you, it was at Hawkins High School. You’d come to pick Dustin up from that week’s Hellfire club meeting. You knocked on the door before entering, knowing that– despite the session being scheduled to end ten minutes ago– they often ran over their allotted time. Sure enough, you heard Eddie’s booming voice as you cracked open the door and slipped inside.

“And as the chimera flew closer–” When he noticed you he immediately straightened from his position looming over the table, clearing his throat and clasping his hands together behind his back. He didn’t want to scare you off with all this yet. “Okay gentlemen, that’s all for today.” The collective groan they let out had you feeling a bit guilty, they’d obviously been enjoying themselves, and now you were being the annoying big sister; you should’ve just waited in the car. But Eddie was quick to speak again. “Oh, cut the moaning. We’re almost fifteen minutes over and you all need more time to prepare for battle anyway. Amateurs.”

As the others all packed up their things, he approached you and you greeted him with a smile. “Sorry for interrupting, seemed pretty intense, I hope it wasn’t too important.”

“No, no, it’s good you came in. We would’ve been all caught up until someone else came in to stop us in a much less forgiving manner.” You both laughed and it went quiet for a moment before he cleared his throat again. “So uh, I’ve been hoping I’d see you around.”

“Yeah, me too… Smoking alone isn’t as fun anymore.”

His lips quirked up into a smirk and he nodded playfully. “Yeah, ‘ve been thinking the same. You should start buying from me, you know. I’ll give you a discount.”

“Oh, so I have to pay you to smoke with you again? You know, we used my shit last time,” You teased.

“You’ll never pay for anything you smoke when you’re with me, sweetheart. I’m a gentleman after all. Here, hang on.” He dashed back to the table, hunching over to write something down before tearing off the small scrap of paper and coming back to you. “Now you can get a hold ‘a me, come smoke all my weed anytime.”

“Oh, I’ll be taking you up on that.”

Your comfortable conversation was interrupted when Dustin shouted your name. “What’re you doing? Let’s go!”

“I’ll see you around, Munson.”

“Sure thing, Henderson.” 

As you drove Dustin home, you couldn’t help but wonder if it was a bad idea to get involved with Eddie. He was one of Dustin’s best friends now, a mentor for him, one of the only male role models he’s had aside from Steve since he lost his father. The last thing you wanted was to make Dustin feel like you were taking that away from him. God forbid something should happen between you and Eddie and he doesn’t feel comfortable coming around anymore. You couldn’t do that to him. 

Still, you found yourself hunkered over the phone in the living room that night. You tried to hold out, you really did, but you only managed to hold yourself back until almost midnight after your family had gone to bed. Coiling the cord around your finger, you waited impatiently as the phone rang three times.

When he finally picked up, you could hear the smirk in his tone. “Hi, sweet thing. Just couldn’t stay away, could you?”

“Well, I figured I was running low on bud anyway,” You drawled quietly. 

“You’re awful quiet,” He teased. “Don’t want Mommy to catch you up on the phone so late?”

“Fuck off,” You scoffed playfully. “If you’re having so much trouble hearing me over the phone, why don’t you come over?”

“Oh, so she minds a phone call, but it’s okay if we have a sleepover?” He snorted. 

“No, but if you’re quiet you can sneak in and back out before she wakes up to get ready for work. I’ve got twenty bucks calling your name,” You cooed enticingly.

“Seriously?”

"Come on, Munson, you've never climbed through a girl's window before? I'm disappointed."

He simply replied, "I'll be there in fifteen, make sure it's unlocked."

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Fireflies - Possum (Welcome to Willits)

CH12

TW - smut

Soon, I couldn’t take it any longer and reached down, freeing his cock from their fabric prison. As I began stroking, he shuddered in pleasure and moaned lightly.

I don’t know what came over me, but suddenly, an urge to take control crept in. I bit my lip, a little nervous to speak, but wanting to test the waters.

“How does that feel?” I whispered, leaning up to let my tongue gently caress his jaw line.

He nodded slightly. “So good,” he breathed and my mouth watered.

“Let me taste.” I spoke softly and he looked at me - a little surprised, but eager. He nodded again and laid back, bucking his hips as he pulled his pants down.

My stomach twisted in excitement at the sight of his bare cock, so hard… all for me.

Carefully, I wriggled further down his body between his legs, holding his gaze with soft eyes as I wrapped one hand around the thickness of him. With my other hand, I cupped his balls and began massaging as I stroked his length slowly. He let out a breathy sigh as I stuck out my tongue, licking over the head of his needy cock.

Sticky saltiness tickled my mouth as I tasted the precum leaking from the tip. Enjoying the taste, I eagerly took the full head in my mouth.

He groaned as I worked my mouth along his length, resting his head back as I took care of him.

I could have spent hours down there, devouring him. Seeing the pleasure I inflicted on him gave me an ego and I smirked when I came up for air, stroking him with a tighter grip.

With each greedy bob of my head on his cock, I took him deeper down my throat until I couldn’t any further. His eyebrows creased as he looked down at me, slack-jawed taking in the sight.

I held off as long as I could, relishing in the feeling of him filling my throat, but eventually had to come up for air. As I did, he laughed - not a silly, humourous laugh - but one of disbelief.

“You’re… wow.” He breathed heavily and I giggled. I could feel just how sore my throat would be after this, but I didn’t care.

“More?” His voice was barely above a whisper, but it sounded like he would have begged if I denied him.

Hungrily, I began spitting and slurping on his cock and his moans got louder, more frequent, echoing through the trees.

A hand reached for my head but he hesitated. I looked at him, briefly removing my hand from his cock so I could grab his and place it on my head - giving him permission.

Immediately, his fingers tangled through my hair and he forced my head down further. It took everything in me not to gag at the force, but my pussy was quivering, dripping at how ridiculously hot this man had gotten me.

“Sh-shit… I’m close.” He choked out, eyes squeezed shut.

I kept my pace steady, desperate to milk his cock dry and taste his sweet release.

“F- Fuuuuuck.” He held my head down again and bucked his hips wildly as he forced his hot, salty load down my throat.

I groaned, tears streaming down my face as I swallowed.

His legs shook as his body relaxed and he released the death grip he had on my hair.

He whined a little, chucking slightly as I removed my mouth and coughed. My throat felt raw but I felt incredibly pleased with myself and the reward he gave me.

Collapsing beside him, I tried to catch my breath. He turned to me, taking the sleeve of his shirt and wiping it over my cheeks, then my mouth to clean me up.

We laid there silently, only our heavy breathing filling the night air. His cock laid flaccid on his stomach, but it was still impressively big.

“I am gonna make you my famous Possum pancakes in the morning.” He stated matter of factly, bringing a grin to my lips.

“Possum pancakes?” I asked and he nodded.

“No possums will be harmed - I promise.”

“You’re telling me my head game is so good, you’re gonna make me a hot breakfast?” I giggled and he licked his slightly chapped lips.

“I could say something so cheesy right now.”

“Do it.” I dared him, grinning.

“You’re the only hot breakfast I’m hungry for.” He looked at me and I melted into a giggly mess. A calm fell over us after a minute and we stared at the stars.

This time together under the night sky was quickly becoming my favourite part of the day.

[startseeingstars]

Fireflies - Possum (Welcome to Willits)

CH11

TW - smut, drug use

I winced in pain from the intense cramps that spread throughout my abdomen but took a deep drag of the huge joint Possum had rolled for me.

“Survivin’, Firefly?” He called out to me from the tree line where he was taking a leak.

“Barely.” I half joked, coughing a little from the smoke.

He came back over and sat beside me, handing me the block of chocolate he’d bought earlier.

“For when the munchies kick in.”

“You’re an Angel.” I smiled and set it aside. He watched as Little Possum roamed around our little camp, sniffing and scratching at the dirt.

“You know, you’d better be careful.” I started, sucking in a deep breath. He looked at me, dragging his eyes away from Little Possum.

“Of what?” He wondered, eyes wide and somewhat vacant from his buzz. I smiled shyly.

“If you keep being so sweet, I might start falling for you.” I confessed, blushing slightly.

“That doesn’t exactly sound daunting.” He leaned back on the picnic rug beside me casually.

“No?” I asked, a little surprised at his response.

“I mean - oh, no… a beautiful, funny girl that can hold her weed likes me. Oooh.” He teased me and I rolled my eyes, but his words made my chest feel warm with hope.

As the sun set, the intensity of my cramps were subsiding and I laid down, looking up at the sky as I nibbled on the pieces of the chocolate. Possum settled in beside me and after a few minutes, I caught him staring at me.

“You want a picture, or?” I chuckled nervously under his gaze and he smirked. He brought his hands to his face.

“Click.” He took an imaginary photo and I giggled.

“Something about this place feels so…” I struggled to find the right word.

“Magnetic? Like - like it pulls you in and you feel …compelled to stay.” His words resonated with me and I nodded.

Suddenly, he pointed at the sky.

“Some of your friends.” I realised he was pointing at a bunch of fireflies hovering above us.

I’m not sure what it was, but he felt magnetic. I was drawn to him in a way I hadn’t been with anyone before. I turned to face him as we laid, watching the way his jaw tensed slightly as he swallowed, and how the corner of his lips moved upwards when he sniffed. He felt my gaze and rolled closer, facing me. My pulse quickened as he leaned in to kiss me.

His lips felt tingly against mine as I got a head rush, leaving me giggling. I felt him smile against my lips before we continued making out.

He hovered above me slightly as his lips trailed from mine, down my cheek and along my jaw. I closed my eyes, sighing as he planted soft kisses down my neck that sent chills over my bare skin.

His hands wandered under my shirt and I gasped slightly when he caressed my breast. His touch was warm and soft, but he kneaded at my chest with purpose. As he rolled my sensitive nipple between his thumb and finger, a moan escaped and he began sucking the soft spot of my neck. I melted under him instantly.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, you know that?” He murmured into my skin and my heart fluttered. I giggled a little and he pulled back, looking at me. His big blue eyes were glassy and red but he was so adorable.

After a moment of staring at each other, he leaned back in - taking my bottom lip between his teeth and pulling gently.

My heart was racing as he slid his hand under the waistband of my pants, suddenly making me anxious.

“W-wait,” I chuckled nervously and he raised his eyebrows. “I’m on my period?” I reminded him and his expression softened.

“Oh, I - I don’t mind. U-unless you do?” He asked. His eyes were almost pleading and I chuckled.

“I don’t mind. I’ve just never met a guy who was comfortable with it.” I admitted sheepishly and he shook his head.

“I enjoy a bit of mess.” He smirked before pressing his lips to mine again as I smiled.

He lifted my shirt, exposing my chest to the cool night breeze around us. Pushing my breasts together, he ran his tongue all over my nipples and skin. I could tell he was enjoying himself from his cock hardening against my leg and wished I could stroke it, but I was mesmerised by the sight of him losing himself in me.

My wet core was aching for his touch by the time he began rubbing gentle circles on my clit. I took his wrist and pushed his fingers further down. He took the hint and slid his fingers inside of me slowly. I appreciated that he was gentle as I was ultra sensitive.

“Feel okay, sweetheart?” He whispered, searching my face for any signs of discomfort.

I melted beneath him, not only at his touch but at how careful and thoughtful he was.

I nodded, chest heaving as his fingers played inside of me faster and deeper.

[startseeingstars]

Fireflies - Possum (Welcome to Willits)

CH10

TW - blood

Possum had stepped outside for another blunt and stood, eyes closed listening to the hum of the dryer.

The door opened, but I paid no mind since I knew it was Possum.

Suddenly, I felt hands on my waist and I turned, smiling at him. He smiled softly and handed me his sweatshirt that he’d taken off.

“I don’t know if you know, but I -“ he hesitated, looking apologetic. “You’ve bled through your jeans.” He said sheepishly.

I was shocked and looked down, in horror as I realised he was right.

“Ugh! Fuck!” I cursed, utterly embarrassed as I took his sweatshirt and tied it around my waist. I groaned and laughed, embarrassed.

“I-I’m so sorry.” I mumbled, dragging my hands down my face. He smiled warmly and shrugged.

“Hey, its totally natural - beautiful even. But who am I to talk?” He gave me a sweet look and I felt tingles throughout my body at his sweet words and kind gesture.

I searched my car but couldn’t find a single tampon or sanitary pad. The dryer had another 20 minutes on it, too - so I was stuck in the murder scene jeans until the cycle was done.

“I’ll be right back.” He said, jogging off down the road. I was confused at where he was going but determined to find a stray tampon somewhere in the damned car.

I kept searching, but had no luck. A few minutes passed and Possum returned with a plastic bag, filled with items.

“I didn’t know what you preferred - so I got it all.” He held out the bag and I blushed, taking it from him.

He’d bought a huge box of tampons and another box of pads, as well as panty liners, pain relief and a block of chocolate. I could almost feel tears welling up in my eyes at his gesture; seemingly so small but I had truly never had anyone do something so thoughtful or sweet for me before.

“Possum -“ I tried to thank him but he frowned.

“Shit, did I not get the right stuff? It was all they had. I can try somewhere else.” He began rambling but I embraced him in a hug, burying my face into his neck.

“No, no. Thank you.” I whispered before jogging over to the public bathrooms down the road. I cleaned myself up as best I could and took a deep breath before returning to the laundromat.

As I walked in, I saw him pacing aimlessly, seemingly talking quietly to himself. To anyone else, he might’ve looked a little loopy. But I couldn’t help smiling, realising that maybe I was a little in over my head, but I was falling for the strange, stoner boy I’d met at a gas station.

[startseeingstars]

Fireflies - Possum (Welcome to Willits)

CH09

TW - Drug use

I awoke the next morning in Possum’s small tent. His face was buried in my hair and his bare arm laid over me, holding me close to him.

I yawned and he stirred, nuzzling further into my hair as I chuckled.

Little possum woke too and crawled over for a head scratch. I obliged, sighing as I realised how dry my mouth was.

“Possum… do you have any water?” I asked and he yawned, reached over to his other side and handed me a water bottle. I drank it dry but still had cottonmouth.

I rolled over and he smiled as I brushed his own hair away from his face.

“So uh…” I hadn’t really thought about how to ask or say that I wanted him to hang around with me longer.

“I’m thinking of doing a supply run today, maybe some laundry. Did you want to come?” I asked hopefully.

“Yeah, I’m well overdue for fresh socks.” He confessed and I giggled.

We had driven to the next town over to use the laundromat.

As we threw our clothes into the same machine, I realised he really only had a couple shirts and pants. Though, I was relieved to see at least a week's worth of underwear.

He pressed ‘start’ on the machine and I climbed onto the empty counter top, sitting with my legs crossed. He followed suit and we stared at each other. After a minute, I smirked - wondering what he was thinking. Before I could ask, he spoke.

“Wanna play a game?” He asked and I nodded.

“What did you have in mind?” I asked and he shrugged.

“I was hoping you’d have an idea for one.” He admitted and I bit my lip, thinking.

“Truth or dare?” I suggested and he smiled.

“Interesting choice. Bring it on.” He challenged and I grinned.

“You first. Truth or dare?” I asked.

“Truth.” I rolled my eyes, but I already had a thousand questions about him that needed answers.

“Are you homeless?” I think my question took him by surprise and my eyes widened as I realised how that may have sounded.

“I just mean, you haven’t mentioned ‘home’ or anything, so…” I tried to explain and he chuckled.

“Yeah, I guess technically, I am homeless. I don’t have a postal address but I get by just fine on the road. I actually prefer it.” He admitted thoughtfully and I smiled, a little relieved he didn’t take my question the wrong way.

“I feel the same. I mean, my mail still goes to my parent’s house, and not to sound cliche, but it never really felt like home.” He nodded.

“See? You get it. Now, truth or dare?” He asked, leaning back on his hands.

I pondered for a moment. “Dare.” He smirked mischievously and glanced at the camera in the far corner of the ceiling.

“Flash the camera.” He instructed and I rolled my eyes, but complied - turning and lifting my shirt toward the lens briefly.

When I faced him again, he looked a little smug, but his eyes were still red and glassy from the cone he’d smoked on the way here.

“You know, if you wanted to see them again, all you had to do was ask nicely.” I teased and he chuckled.

“I’ll keep that in mind, sweetheart.”

The game continued, and I discovered that he was an only child, enjoyed a wide variety of music and really despised the idea of living by the government's standards or societal norms - it wasn’t natural to him.

I also found out that he wasn’t afraid to wear a pair of stranger’s underwear on his head. Thankfully, we were pretty sure they were clean.

I’d chosen a couple harmless but revealing truths and a dare where he had gotten me to brush his hair - which he seemed to very much enjoy.

Eventually, it was my turn again. He loaded the clothing into the dryer and asked me for my choice.

“Dare.” I replied.

He switched the dryer on and turned back to me.

“Alright, dare, dare, dare…” he trailed off, thinking with an absent look in his eyes. Suddenly, he began taking a few steps closer, until his hands rested either side of me as I sat on the counter. He stared at me for a moment before he smiled a little bigger, showing his teeth.

“I dare you to put up with me for another night.” His words sent a jolt of excitement through me and I licked my lips.

“Done. Truth or dare?” I asked.

“Dare.” He leaned in slightly and I could smell the intoxicating scent of weed on his breath.

“Stick with me for another week.” I hadn’t given it much thought, or considered how he would react to such a request, but he seemed unbothered.

“I guess I could hang around for a pretty thing like you.” He whispered, pecking my lips softly as I blushed.

[startseeingstars]

Fireflies - Possum (Welcome to Willits)

CH08

Sexual/mature themes, smut & drug use

I inhaled deeply, careful not to take in too much that I would cough and embarrass myself.

I held my breath and he leaned in, mouth slightly open. When I exhaled slowly, I was surprised to feel his tongue trace my bottom lip gently. I closed my eyes and felt him breathe out slightly as our lips met, parting and moving with each other in perfect sync. The kiss was slow but deep, causing butterflies to swirl in my stomach. He tasted exactly as I pictured - mint and marijuana.

He pulled away slightly for air, and I rested my hand in the crook of his neck and shoulder.

“You’re a natural.” He murmured and I giggled before pulling him back in for more.

His hand rested on my waist as he guided me back so I was lying beside him.

My pulse quickened as he groped my hip lightly, playing with the hem of my pants - I could tell he was asking for permission and I licked between his lips as approval.

Our tongues danced as his fingers slipped between my thighs. He smirked a little into our kiss when he realised I wasn’t wearing panties and I felt pleased with myself.

I was embarrassingly wet for him already, letting his fingers explore my core gently and slowly. I hummed lightly as he inserted one, then two fingers inside of me.

I responded to his touch with one of my own, palming his erection over his sweatpants. He exhaled, slightly relieved under my touch and I bit his lip.

His fingers curled and pumped inside of me with a little more purpose as I reached under the drawstring of his pants and freed his heavy cock. I almost groaned at the sheer size and weight of it in my hand as my fingers wrapped around him. I began to pump him slowly, running my fingers over the tip to lube my hand up with his sticky precum. He exhaled and shuddered at the sensitivity and I smiled.

I looked up at him and our eyes met for a few moments before I giggled. I couldn’t help it - I was high. Luckily, he began giggling too for a moment, before pecking my lips again.

“Feel good, sweetheart?” His low voice slurred a little and I groaned in approval as he pushed his fingers in deeper. I nodded, breathlessly and he smiled as I continued to stroke him.

“I bet my tongue would feel even better.” He murmured into my ear, sending chills down my neck. All I could do was nod.

Swiftly, he repositioned himself between my legs and pulled my pyjama bottoms off. I was almost startled at how quick and eager he seemed, but I didn’t dare complain.

Without hesitation, he began licking, lapping at my core as I watched him. He looked so fucking pretty down there, visibly enjoying himself as he pushed his hair back away from his face.

His big eyes met mine and I whimpered at the sight of him devouring me hungrily.

The sound seemed to fuel him and he reinserted his fingers at a deeper angle than before. I moaned loudly as he toyed with the beautifully sensitive spot inside of me. He never removed his mouth, making sure to taste as much of me as he could.

I could feel my stomach knotting tighter with a familiar, yet strangely intense feeling. His free hand pressed lightly just above my pubic bone and his thumb played with my clit. It felt like electricity was shocking every inch his mouth and fingers kept working on.

“I- I’m gonna -“ I cried out but it was too late to warn him.

A wave of intense pleasure rocked through me and I gasped for air, practically screaming as I rode out my orgasm. I felt wetness gush from my core and looked at him, almost worriedly, but he just continued groaning in pleasure against my pussy. His tongue slowed but didn’t come to a complete stop for another minute. My sensitive clit was aching but I couldn’t bring myself to speak to let him know.

Finally, he pulled away, wet face glistening under the glow of the fire. I hadn’t even realised how dark it had gotten. He collapsed beside me, chest heaving as he caught his breath. I looked at him, embarrassed.

“D-did I just…” I couldn't even think straight, but he grinned.

“Was that your first time squirting?” He asked, eyebrows raised. I blushed deep red and he licked his lips, looking pleased with himself.

“Your turn…” I rolled toward him and placed my hand on his cock, but looked down when I saw a huge wet spot on the front of his sweats.

“I thoroughly enjoyed myself, don’t you worry.” He chuckled and I smiled, resting beside him. We laid in silence, staring up at the stars and embracing the atmosphere.

[startseeingstars]

Fireflies - Possum (Welcome to Willits)

CH07

Sexual/mature themes

“Do you want a shower?” I asked sweetly, flicking water at him and he smiled, shyly.

“C’mon, I won’t bite.” I teased, reaching out and grabbing his hand gently.

Water dripped off my body and he began taking his vest off.

“You’re not shy, are you?” He chuckled and I shook my head.

“For some reason, not with you.” I admitted, lifting his shirt above his head, revealing a very toned torso.

My mouth went a little dry, eyes drinking up the sight of his toned body.

“I’d better make myself comfortable then.” His tone was playful, and he unzipped his cargo pants. I bit my lip, failing to maintain a smile as he pulled his boxers down along with the pants. I tried my best to not look at - really I did… but my God, it was impressive, even limp.

He was unshaven, but it wasn’t in an unattractive way.

I quickly looked back at his face, not wanting to be rude. He wore a slightly smug look and I blushed, smiling.

“Enjoy. I'm gonna start dinner.” I told him, taking the towel and wrapping it around myself. I preferred to air dry, but figured he’d had enough of a preview for now.

“Hey - could I use your shampoo?” He called out as the pot of water boiled over the fire, ready for me to add the instant ramen in.

“Go for it.” I called back.

Shortly after, I served up a bowl of ramen each.

As I turned to walk back to the car, Possum appeared, still completely naked. His hair was wet now, hanging past his shoulder and he looked refreshed.

“Sorry, I totally forgot to give you the towel.” I unwrapped myself and tossed it to him as I grabbed an oversized T shirt and pyjama pants to put on.

His eyes followed me, obviously now.

“It’s all good. I like to air dry.” He mentioned, making me smirked.

He put on a shirt and a pair of grey sweats before joining me on the picnic rug to eat.

“Your tattoo - does it have meaning?” He asked and I raised an eyebrow at him, confused for a moment.

“Oh, uh, kinda.” I shrugged.

“It’s beautiful.” He reached out, pushing the hair away from the back of my neck to reveal the large lotus tattoo. His fingertips traced it delicately for a few moments as he stared at it thoughtfully.

“Thank you. I honestly forget it’s there.” I chuckled and he smiled warmly.

We ate pretty fast considering we had only shared a packet of chips with each other the whole day.

“You wanna light up?” He asked as the sun began setting and I eagerly agreed.

“Have you ever shotgun before?” He asked and I looked at him, puzzled.

“Nah, guns aren’t really my thing.” I explained and he laughed, leaving me smiling at the sound but confused.

“You’re lucky you’re so pretty.” He chuckled and I rolled my eyes, but felt warm and bubbly inside at his compliment.

“I can show you how to do it, if you want.” He said and I nodded.

“Alright, sure.” He repositioned himself closer to me.

“So - so I’m gonna take a hit and then breathe it into your mouth, so you gotta inhale it, okay?” He explained and I nodded at his instructions.

He took a long, impressive drag of the blunt without coughing. He held the smoke between his fingers and tilted my face toward his, leaning in slowly. He raised his eyebrows a little and I opened my mouth, letting our lips graze lightly as he blew smoke into my mouth and I inhaled.

He pulled away but stayed close and I coughed a little, blushing. I blew out the rest of the smoke and he smiled.

“Not bad. Now you try.” He said and I nodded, taking the joint.

[startseeingstars]

Random as, but does anyone else wonder why almost all of Rory’s characters (as well as him in real life) wear some kind of wrist thing? Like a bandana, a ton of bracelets…

It’s so hot and I’m genuinely just curious.

Am I the only one? 😂

[startseeingstars]

Fireflies - Possum (Welcome to Willits)

CH06

Sexual/mature themes

I hadn’t realised I fell asleep until I woke up. The sky was bright, but it was still early. The fire had dwindled and was only smoking lightly as I stretched, rolling over.

To my surprise, Possum was fast asleep beside me, snoring lightly. I heard a rustling and saw Little Possum's long tail hanging out of the giant backpack. I figured he was searching for more berries and went to stand up.

“Argh!” I flinched as Possum abruptly jolted awake, holding a sharp stick toward me before he sighed with relief and let his body relax.

“Dude!” I choked out, half laughing as I stood up.

“Sorry, I-“

“Why do you have a shiv under your pillow?” My heart was still pounding and he yawned, sitting up.

“In case of burgers. Wait, no - burglars.” He rubbed his face in his hands and I giggled, heart still pounding a little from the fright.

“Well, I suppose I should feel safer with you then?” I concluded as I dug through the backpack, handing furry Possum more berries.

He stood up and stretched his arms above his head slowly. My eyes wandered down his torso to where his shirt raised and his snail trail was exposed against his pale skin. I licked my lips and looked away, hoping he didn’t see me shamelessly checking him out.

“I mean, if you feel safer with me around, maybe I should stick around another night?” His tone was sweet, casual, but he smirked and I blushed, knowing he had caught me staring.

“I mean, you’re welcome to stay if you think you’d miss me.” I shrugged and he stepped closer, staring at me until he was only inches away. Slowly, he raised his hand toward my face and I froze.

Instead of kissing me, he carefully pulled some leaves out of my hair.

“Why take the risk?” He shrugged and I smiled, sure he could see the pink in my cheeks.

We spent hours talking, smoking and sitting in silence, allowing the nature around us to envelop us with its beautiful sounds. There was a comfort in his presence and I hadn’t realised how much I had missed having someone to talk to beside myself. I had been travelling alone for about a month at that point, unbothered by the quiet, but I had to admit that the thought of eventually parting ways with Possum made me a little sad.

It was late in the afternoon when a slight chill in the air sent a shiver through me.

“I’ll go get some more firewood.” Possum offered, hopping up.

“You want me to come with?” I asked and he shook his head.

“Nah, I’ll be fine. Kinda hoping to see that Grey again.” We chuckled and he wandered off into the woods.

I figured now would be a good opportunity to freshen up, so I got the camping shower from the car and filled it with some water. It was cold but for some strange reason, I had grown to love the icy feeling of the water on my bare skin.

I listened but couldn’t hear Possum nearby, so I removed my bra and panties before I stood under the trickling water, embracing the initial sting of the coldness.

I used some scented body wash I usually saved for special occasions, just in case Possum decided to kiss me again, or more. The thought made my stomach do flips but I smiled, trying to keep my composure.

After a couple minutes, I heard leaves crunching under heavy boots - Possum was coming back.

A couple moments passed and I noticed the quiet had returned. I turned towards the woods, exposed as a cold breeze came through the clearing.

I spotted movement behind a tree and I blushed. Was he hiding? Had he been watching me? The thought alone sent an entirely different shiver through me.

“Possum! Come out, you pervert. I already saw you.” I giggled and he reappeared from behind the tall tree, carrying some small logs and sticks.

As he approached, he kept his eyes elsewhere but I could see his cheeks were a vibrant red, making me smile.

I was hyper aware that I was standing before him, entirely naked, but the thrill of it was exhilarating. I also felt comfortable with him - after spending hours talking nonsense, flirting and getting familiar with each other, it wasn’t as daunting as it was exciting.

[startseeingstars]

Fireflies - Possum (Welcome to Willits)

CH05

The leaves and sticks crunched under our feet loudly against the eerie quiet of the forest until I finally saw the orange glow of the campfire.

I stood in front of the flames for a moment until I realised I was still holding Possum’s hand.

“I can’t believe I saw a Grey.” He stared blankly at the fire as the reflection of the flames danced in his eyes.

“That guy seemed … cool.” He said slowly and I chuckled.

“You know they’re the most common to visit Earth.” I mentioned, letting go of his hand and resuming my place on the rug. Little possum was curled up, taking a nap nearby in his tiny vest.

Possum seemed to light up at what I’d said and he sat in front of me, crossing his legs like we were about to tell each other secrets at a sleep over.

“Yeah - yeah, I’ve watched a ton of stuff about aliens on the History Channel.” He grinned and I nodded.

“I’ve seen one or two documentaries, but I wish it was more.” I admitted.

“There’s a bunch of different kinds of aliens, from all different - different kinds of galaxies and different dimensions.” He started, waving his hands around as he spoke. I grinned, eagerly listening to him. He seemed so excited to talk about all this stuff and I felt my heart strings pull a little at how cute it was.

“The dudes that built the pyramids were wa-a-ay different from the Greys, you know.” I nodded, interested.

“Yeah - like, they’re just here to study us.” I chimed in and he nodded, raising both his hands enthusiastically.

“Yes!” He exclaimed. “They wanna know how the Anunnaki made us.”

“The- the who now?” I giggled and he laughed.

“Alright, try to keep up - I only wanna explain a million years of history once, okay?” His smile was cheeky and I nodded, crossing my legs and resting my head on my hands to show I was listening intently.

“So, the Anunnaki are the guys from Egypt and Sumeri. You know, they’re the ones who made us.” He continued but my brain struggled to focus on anything other than his full lips as they moved. I wondered what they felt like - if he kissed hard or soft. I imagined they tasted like weed and the bubblegum I watched him chew earlier at the gas station as I sketched him.

As I zoned back into his rambling, I looked at his eyes.

“How do you know all this stuff?” I asked, amazed at his ability to retain so much information. I barely remembered what we ate at the diner that day.

“Like I said, the History Channel talks about it. There’s a lot of books, too.” He began listing off book titles and I yawned as the day's events finally caught up with me.

Mid ramble, he stopped, eyebrows raised.

“Am I boring you? I-I’m sorry, I tend to ramble.” He spoke quickly and I gave a reassuring smile.

“I’m sorry - you’re not boring me at all, I’m just spent.” I explained and he smiled warmly, looking a little relieved.

“You don’t have to apologise.” He said sweetly.

“Keep going, please. I’m listening.” I encouraged him, standing up to get ready for bed.

He continued talking, eventually morphing the topic to how corrupt the government was.

I moved behind the car and began stripping my clothes. I smirked, hearing him fumble over his words and I looked back at him. Even by the fire I could see his cheeks burning red. I pulled a clean sweatshirt over my head and stepped into my pyjama pants before making my way back to the rug Possum sat on.

Before I made it, my foot snagged on a rock and I tripped, falling straight onto him.

“Shit - I- I’m so -“ His hands rested on my waist and I looked down at him under me, heart racing.

Our gazes flickered between each other’s eyes and lips for what felt like an hour before I took the leap.

My lips met his gently and I closed my eyes. After a moment, I felt him return the kiss. Relief washed over me as our lips moved together slowly.

He leaned up and I pulled away, sitting beside him as my cheeks burned hot.

“Y-you were saying?” I asked him to continue after a minute of silence and he chuckled.

“Uh… the Roswell cover up.” He tried to refocus and recall what he was saying before I interrupted him.

I wondered if it was okay that I’d kissed him - if he had wanted to kiss me back? He seemed normal - as normal as he got anyway. I smiled and eventually curled up on the mat, resting my head on a pillow as he continued talking.

[startseeingstars]

30/10 — CHARLIE WALKER.

ft: assjobs / hotdogging + hints of degredation . loser charlie (canon)

w/c: 700+ 18+ MINORS DNI

SADESLUVR'S KINKTOBER '24

“I’m not gonna fuck you, Charlie.” 

“W-What?” 

“I’ve seen you staring at my ass. I’m not going to do it.” 

Charlie blinked, unsure of what to do next. Being rejected was nothing new to him, really, but it especially stung when there’d never been a prompt in the first place. He didn’t know how, but he’d been fortunate to end up with you – his crush -  as a partner for an assignment. You’d invited him to your dorm, and had perched on your bed whilst he sat on the desk opposite, papers and pens sprawled out infront of you. 

“Oh…” he mumbled. “I-I’m sorry?” 

“You better be,” you said pointedly, checking your nails. “And just so you know, it’s not because I think you’re ugly…You’re actually pretty cute. I just think you’re a nasty perv.” 

There was a hiss at the final word that made Charlie’s cock twitch, making him squirm in his seat uncomfortably. Had he heard right? Did you really think he was cute?  

“What, you don’t have anything to say now?” You sneered before beckoning him over. “Just as I thought. Come here.” 

Apparently so. 

That was how you’d both ended up with your pants off, shirts still in tact. The boy could barely function as he stared at you, lying flat on your tummy as you exposed your ass too him, wet pussy concealed between the rounded mounds. 

“Don’t you dare put it in,” You chided. “You don’t deserve to fuck me.” 

“W-what do you want me to do?” Charlie replied breathily, his lips wet as he trembled slightly,  resting his cock in his hands.  

Tutting, you reached around effortlessly and grabbed his dick with your manicured fingers, placing it between your cheeks. The long haired boy let out a deep sigh, adjusting himself to the sensation of his hard sex against your soft behind.  

Biting his lip, he gently squished your cheeks together, his thumb holding his cock secure as he nuzzled his leaking tip against you, moaning as he began to grind. 

“Fuck…” he whispered, admiring the way it disappeared within you. “I-It feels so good…Maybe even better than —“ 

“Like you’d know what that feels like,” you interjected, and Charlie drew his lips shut. He was completely under your spell. “Get the baby oil. It’ll feel even better then.” 

Charlie didn’t know how it was possible, but it was. Once he’d drizzled the liquid over your backside he could barely keep his hands off of you; feral at the slippery, pillowy feeling of your ass in his hands whilst he smeared his dick all over you, precum mingling with the oil. He was just like you’d described him – nothing but a disgusting perv – grabbing and groping and manhandling your lower body, all the while he humped you.  

He whimpered as you backed your ass up on it -  all with a devilish smile no doubt – and greedily spread your cheeks to expose your needy holes. The brunette couldn’t help himself but to slide it in, your skin moulding underneath his fingers as he held you in place, drawing his cock up and down your hole. 

“Shit…” he groaned. “You’re so wet…” 

“I bet you wanna fuck me, huh? A nerd you must’ve been thinking about it for a while…”  

A breathy ‘yes’ escaped between his lips as he tossed his hair from his face, some strands glued to his forehead from sweat. His dick twitched as his tip prodded your pussy, and he fought the urge to slide it in, relenting once he began to feel himself close. Furrowing his brows, he bucked his hips like a bunny as he squeezed your cheeks together, his tip occasionally slipping out from between the crevice, pace becoming sloppier by the second. 

“Ugh — I’m…” 

“Already?” You scoffed. “Pathetic.” 

He had no idea why that sent him over the edge, but in an instant spurts of white painted your ass, which was now shinier than ever. It seemed to go on forever, and Charlie came with a loud cry; which turned into incessant whimpers, almost as if you’d taken his very soul. As his cock began to soften, you teased him once more, jiggling against his sex and reaching around to milk his tip, taking every last drop from his body. 

With a final cry, the boy collapsed ontop of you; face flushed and chest heaving. 

“What, you think we’re done?” you spoke after a few moments, licking his cum from your fingers as you eyed him. If you had an ounce of sympathy, you’d have felt bad for him. “I’ve seen you staring at mouth too.”