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greenandsorrow · 1 year ago

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salon!Barbie🪞/ ryangosling!Ken

@xmrsrogersx -> there lovely! Is there a possible chance I could make a request for a Ken x female reader where the reader is a barbie doll and is stereotypical barbies best friend and reader Barbie is like a salon barbie 💖 she is so in love with Ken but he is so infatuated by stereo barbie. An say stereo barbie wants to help the reader win Ken’s heart as she never liked him in that way anyways. Perhaps during their travels back from the real world when they find everything’s changed to the Kendom the only way for ken to see sense is if Salon barbie confronts him and expresses her feelings in hopes he will change everything back and finally see the Barbie he is meant to be with?

PS; I hope the sweet Barbie who requested this likes the way it came out and that it's not too far away from your vision!! This fic follows the events of the movie. Also, you'll probably gonna need a snuck🍿

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~Who is Salon Barbie?~ ✨aka you✨

You, salon Barbie -referred to as B by most- are the one responsible for all things beauty related in Barbieland. Haircuts and hairstyling being your speciality. And just like your profession is to make others pretty, you are so very pretty yourself. You're not full of it though, always humble and sweet, perhaps too humble at times.

Your best friend is stereo Barbie and you two are almost never seen without each other's company. Both of you blonde and always pampered up to perfection. However, while stereo Barbie's hair is almost white, your hair is a warm blonde, fluffed up like you belong in old Hollywood, golden era. The fashion you dress yourself in, also seems to reflect that time. White fur shawls and pink, satin, slip dresses, mary jane pumps, corsets, stockings, pearls and diamonds. Obviously, that has to do with the fact you were created as a Christmas, limited edition salon Barbie, in order to honor the glittery glamour of a far away era. That being said, you do have a salon, but you do NOT have a Ken. (and we all know that your bestie does, or that's what you all initially thought 🫢)

You're in your best friend's car, sitting in the passenger seat, finally returning back home.

Gloria and her daughter, Sasha, have also joined you, since Mattel's CEO had decided to hunt the lot of you down.

You like these two, especially Sasha. Her hair is so pretty and you can't wait to style it once you get hold of your equipment.

While in the real world, stereo Barbie discovered it wasn't actually Sasha she had to find but her mother. Your friend's experience in the real world was so purposeful. She heard so many different opinions about the effects she has on young girls and society as a whole, she felt *real* emotions and gained the ability to empathize. Your bestie also told you about the beautiful older ladies she had come across.

On the other hand, you didn't have to see real humans to feel emotional. You were always very sensitive. That big city had scared you, the poisonous glances from other women and the suggestive comments from men about your clothing choices and appearance had made you feel small. But you had enjoyed some moments there as well. You had enjoyed the warmth of the sun on your skin, petting stray kittens, watching little kids have fun in the playground. You had also enjoyed visiting a real salon for the first time ever. Obviously, you didn't fix anyone's hair that time, but the vibes of the environment, with all these beautiful, hard working women, discussing their daily struggles while also dedicating some time to look after themselves, had warmed your plastic heart.

When it comes to the reasons you left Barbieland, the main one was in fact...Ken. Beach Ken is the one thought always clouding all others in your blonde head. It doesn't matter you tried to deny your feelings, suppressing them with all your might, you are infatuated by these too bright, blue pappy eyes, the slightly husky voice and.... Jeez girl! We get it, you're in love with Ken!

But it's not that simple, even though you wish it were. Stereotypical Barbie and beach Ken have been linked together since the very first day Barbieland came into existence. And just like a Ken is supposed to do, the Ken in question has no eyes for anyone but his "assigned Barbie", meaning...your best friend. The fact that she is uninterested in being ''girlfriend and boyfriend'' with him barely easies the pain in your chest. (You're not meant to feel heartbroken)

When Barbie announced her departure -to get rid of cellulite, bad breath, thoughts of death and flat feet- Ken had told you he just HAD to go with her. You just couldn't resist helping him sneak into your bestie's car and eventually coming with them to the real world.

As you stare at the sign that welcomes you to Barbieland, you can't help but think to yourself how much you miss your friends and your hot pink hair rollers.

So many drastic changes in your life had turned your perfect world upside down and you felt guilty knowing that, in the centre of them all was your longing for Ken to notice you, actually see you in the same light you've seen him since the moment you set foot in your plastic utopia.

°•°•°B's flashbacks°•°•°

°• It was the beginning of another perfect day.

You and Barbie, Barbie and of course Barbie were taking your daily stroll at the beach. You were trying to suppress the excitement that came with being in Ken's territory. If you were lucky, you'd even be able to greet him!

You weren't lucky.

He didn't even look in your direction, too focused to get your friend's attention.

"Hi Barbie!"

"Hi Ken."

Barbie knew you were attracted to Ken and she felt so so bad she was basically in the way between you and her oblivious friend. Because in her mind that's all Ken was to her. Sure, beach Ken was like an "add on" to her doll version in the real world, but she just couldn't see how that meant she and Ken had to be romantically involved.

"Barbie, watch what I can do!"

And with that Ken was off running towards the big plastic waves, surfing board at hand.

The discomfort your friend had felt was more than evident, maybe she was even embarrassed that Ken was going to such extents to gain her attention.

On the other hand, you had been simply standing next to her, feeling invisible regardless of the coral pink slip dress and diamond jewellery you were wearing that day. But that -familiar by then- numbness was soon replaced with worry.

Everyone gasped when Ken bounced back from the waves and landed on the beach.

You were the first to rush to him and kneel beside him, concern written on your features.

"Ken?! Oh sweet maker! Ken are you hurt?!"

He had looked at you with curiosity, for a moment forgetting he had to pout so that stereo Barbie would have to comfort him.

"Barbie...B... I'm-"

You had unconsciously placed a palm on his muscular chest, a gesture that didn't go unnoticed by him, but before his brain had time to make anything out of your reaction, doctor Barbie was on her way to her "patient", stereo following close behind.

You had reluctantly removed your hand from him, avoiding his still curious gaze as you stood up and went to join the rest of your friends.

For the rest of your time at the beach, you sat silent, discreetly watching Barbie (your friend) and Ken (your crush) interact, as Ken was healing from his fall.

°• "So... is Ken going to be at the party?", your tone had shown just how nervous you were.

"Of course! I invited him just for you."

Barbie had given you one of her perfect smiles through the reflection of your salon mirror.

Whenever an occasion asks for it, you are always the one to pamper your friends. One might think that as a chore, but to you it's not just super fun, it's your purpose.

So, for the last couple of hours, you'd been doing the make up looks and hair of each Barbie, while engaging in small talk with them, which mostly consisted of compliments.

Your bestie had been the last "client" in your salon and after you were done with her, she kept you company while you busied yourself with your own make up and hair.

Taking out the last hair roller in your perfectly blown out hairstyle, you noticed Barbie was too silent for her usual talkative self.

"Beautiful, is something wrong?"

Your first guess was that she wasn't satisfied with the volume of her hair.

"B, I might have made a little decision, without asking you first."

"Oh! Please tell me you didn't choose the confetti's colour without me!!"

"No, no, no. Of course not! I would never do that to you! We agreed on purple, blue and pink. It's something silly actually..."

"Barbie you can tell me, I won't cry. I so so promise."

Stereo Barbie was aware of the melodramatic way you reacted to things. But in Barbieland not hiding your uniqueness was a brave thing to do, so she never judged you but always admired your temperament.

"I might have invited Ken to YOUR place without YOUR permission."

You had frozen in place.

"I thought you'd like to, you know, do his hair or something."

She smiled at you for the second time that evening.

You weren't sure of what you had felt at that moment. You were shocked, but in a pleasant way. Butterflies were flying in your stomach and even though you couldn't physically blush, you had felt your face grow warmer.

Your reaction was a genuine one.

"Barbie, honey, that's so very nice of you!"

You had run and hugged your friend tightly, laughing your silly girly laugh you only shared with her.

"Oh! Barbie, please tell me is my hair in place?!

Barbie! Where do you think you're going?! Is that dress shiny enough?!"

All the while you were going crazy, Barbie had been slowly making her way to the back exit.

"B, Ken's going to be here any minute now, it's best if I go."

"THANK YOU!"

°• "Hmh... B?"

That was Ken, clearing his throat before calling you from the entrance of the salon/lounge/ dream house you owned. There wasn't an actual door, since the fronts of all houses had no walls, but the place you had been standing wasn't visible from where Ken was calling you from.

"Coming!"

Stereo Barbie had just left when you made your way to Ken, with a smile so big plastered on your face that your cheeks hurt.

It was your moment to shine.

"Hi Ken!!"

"Hi B! Barbie told me that you were fixing everyone's hair for her giant blow out party with all the Barbies and a planned choreography."

That smug but also awkward smile was going to be the end of you.

"Indeed I am! Come in!"

Looking back, that had been one of the most nerve racking moments of your existence.

You of course were able to perform and fix Ken's super soft, smelling like heaven hair, but your communication skills had abandoned you.

Thanks to Ken's energetic person though, awkward silence was avoided.

"You were really brave at the beach today Ken."

"Just doing my job B"

"Especially when you told Ken to beach off, you are so brave and-"

You had stopped yourself, not daring to say anything remotely risky. But Ken's attention had been drawn elsewhere. He was inspecting his hair in the mirror. You were almost done with him but you had -obviously without him knowing- taken more time than what you actually needed to style his hair.

"Will she find me pretty?"

His voice sounded small, like he was talking to himself. You felt like exploding. How had he not noticed the way you were looking at him?! YOU found him "pretty".

"I think you're handsome"

But your own voice was merely above a whisper. You saw his shoulders' movement, which led you to believe he had heard your compliment. However, he just went closer to the mirror, making sure everything was in place and "Good enough for Barbie".

You had felt a weird sensation in your stomach, weighing you down, but it wasn't in your nature to act on envy. You always acted on support and understanding.

You had reluctantly put a hand on his shoulder, managing to keep eye contact with him in the mirror.

"I think Barbie will find you very attractive Ken"

"Thank you B! You're the best!"

And with that he was out of your place and on his way to the party. After making sure you were "good enough" for maker knows who, you had started for Barbie's dream house as well, not sure if you were in the mood for partying anymore.

°• The party went as expected. Perfect.

You were in awe of all your friends' beauty. You felt so proud of them for simply being who they are, being enough. But truth is, you didn't feel enough that evening.

You had hoped Ken would be on the dance floor for the choreography. Your bestie had promised you she'd try to get you close to him, giving you guys a chance to dance together. Nothing went according to plan. (Your life wasn't perfect anymore, something unacceptable for a doll.)

You danced and danced, having spotted Ken holding a cup and looking miserable. He never looked in your direction, not even once.

Instead, he only made a move to join the dance floor scene when he noticed another Ken was dancing with stereo Barbie.

He still hadn't noticed you till the end of the party. And after the party. And while you were standing in your friend's apartment, watching her bid him goodbye.

He hadn't left. He had insisted on staying.

You knew none of this was your friend's fault. You couldn't blame her for Ken's infatuation with her. She's the most loyal and dedicated friend you could have asked for... she's perfect. But so are you. (Turns out that night had gone very wrong for both of you. Broken hearts and thoughts of death don't belong in Barbieland)

You couldn't help wishing you were her. You had burst in tears when Ken had tried to kiss Barbie.

That night you didn't stay over for "girls' night". In fact, you decided to never have one again. You felt terrible. Like a piece of furniture in the background.

Still, you just couldn't hate Ken. You had instead decided to blame yourself for liking him in the first place. It wasn't something planned. It wasn't meant to happen. Something was wrong with you. Maybe it was your turn to join Weird Barbie (and maybe do something about her hair).

°•°•°•°back to present°•°•°•°

Barbie and you are shocked to find Barbieland is now in fact called "Kendom" and the roles have all been reversed.

It's like someone took a piece of the real world and tried to make it work in your pink paradise.

Everywhere you look there is a Barbie taking care of a Ken's every little desire. You even spot President Barbie cheering some Kens who are playing beach volley.

Barbie is driving straight to her Dream house, unsure of what all this means. You're both surprised to find Ken there. You sigh in relief to know he made it safely back to Barbieland. Your friend however looks offended to say the least as she gets out of her car and heads to her house.

You end up feeling invisible once again, staying with Gloria and Sasha as Barbie confronts Ken for taking over her Dream house that is now called "Ken's Dojo Mojo Casa House".

You suppress a smile as the name sounds so satisfying to you. No B, that is wrong!

Ken took over BARBIEland and just look at him! He's changed. What's with these clothes and the huge fur coat? How does his hair look so good with the bandana?! He is so annoying for being so full of himself all of a sudden! Why would anyone wear a fur coat so big anyway?! But then again, you do have an excessive collection of fur shawls. Confidence looks good on him, doesn't it now?

No! Teaching the Kens about that thing called "patriarchy" was a stupid decision. But you understand how he feels all too well. He said it. He felt respected and seen out there. You could have made him feel this way but he never gave you a chance.

Barbie snaps you out of your thoughts.

"Let's get out of here!"

The four of you end up in Weird Barbie's house, along with Allan and some discontinued dolls.

Your friend has been going through the motions, but you're not planning to leave her side. You are currently brushing her hair with your favourite brush you always have on you for such emergencies.

"I don't remember sending *you* to the real world Marilyn."

"Haha, never Marilyn, though Mattel took inspiration from her to design me..."

"You went for him, didn't you? The hot, six pack, sapphire eyes Ken, didn't ya?"

"I thought it wasn't that obvious"

"Honey please, it's my job to notice when something is off on your pretty faces."

"Is it that bad of a thing to do?"

"He's lucky that you're so in love with him. That's all."

"Like he knows", that's Allan. Allan has always been a friend of yours. His awkward sense of humour and honesty make him the nicest company you could have ever asked for. But right now, his comment only causes you pain.

Ken is even more handsome than before leaving Barbieland, but he never felt more far away from your reach.

He had already rejected Barbie's attempt to make peace with him by becoming his long distance -and a bunch of other things- girlfriend.

The situation feels so hopeless and you just can't accept that, sweet and kind Ken is now the reason Barbieland is decaying.

Thanks to Gloria's words your beloved friend is feeling much better. Gloria's words also affected you. You feel empowered and seen. You still don't hate Ken for his actions, but you know that this situation must quickly change.

Weird Barbie told you earlier today that there must be a deeper reason you went through the real world experience.

"B can I please talk to you?", that's Sasha.

"What is it honey?"

"I heard you talking with Weird Barbie before and I think I might have an idea about why you feel the way you do for... Ken."

"R- Really? You do?"

"It's a secret"

"Pinky promise"

To say the least, Sasha's secret made you see things in a much different way.

Sasha's childhood friend, Cloe, used to have a salon Barbie doll and when they were younger, they used to pair her with Sasha's Ken doll, so even though Ken had come as essentially an accessory to the standard Barbie doll, the girls had paired him with another Barbie, salon Barbie, by choice.

After thinking this over, you are determined that next time the opportunity shows itself, you'll shoot your shot with Ken.

After pondering on Gloria's words, Weird Barbie's creativity and the need to set things in order before it's too late, you guys came up with a plan.

A plan to make "Kendom" Barbieland once and for all.

With the help of stereo Barbie and Sasha, Weird Barbie, Alan and other discontinued dolls, Gloria snaps all the Barbies out of their "submissive trance".

The Barbies then begin to manipulate the Kens by feeding their egos. That's when you come in the plan.

You are the one to distract Ken. That's right. Not any Ken, but Ken. Your forever crush.

After making sure you look your best with your fluffed up, curly blow hairstyle, in your favourite, silky two-piece pyjama set with matching gown and slippers, it's time to act.

You pretend to look lost, like you haven't spent your whole life in this place.

Ken is quick to notice your "helplessness" and of course rushes to offer his assistance.

"B! Long time no see, sugar."

You know he's trying too hard, you know he's putting up an act just the way you are meant to act differently as well, but you do feel your heart flutter in the sound of him calling you "sugar".

"Oh! K- Ken! Hi... handsome. I'm so glad you're here."

You try your hardest to maintain your calm and stay collected. As much as you love the prospect of finally becoming closer to him, you can't let the Barbies down.

"That's right baby. You're lucky I'm here 'cause you do look kinda lost, is that right?"

"I do...I am! Haha. It's just, you know, now that everything's changed the Barbies don't visit the salon that often and I'm so lonely."

You bat your coquette lashes at him -just as Weird Barbie had instructed you to do- and you swear you see a glint in his eyes. Ken had never actually taken the time to take you in, to notice the exact shade of your hair, your kind smile, your shyness that he hates to admit matches his own and he catches himself wondering if you like horses. He has to find the right moment to ask you.

As he stares at you, rather shamelessly, you are breathtaken by...him basically. That light washed jeans outfit he has going on is almost too much to handle. You catch Allan in the background, lookin' at you with a look that screams "Girl, are you serious?"

Allan is right, you have a mission, but it's going to be harder than what you originally thought. The good thing is that you won't have to act, you actually are that smitten with Ken.

And so a few days go by, spending a lot of time with Ken and then reporting back to the Barbies by night. You are not a spy Barbie, but you almost feel like one. As you describe everything in detail, you can see Gloria shaking her head and laugh.

"What is it this time!? I told you I'm not getting distracted! I can handle myself just fine!"

It's your bestie that answers to your complaints.

"I don't think she's laughing about your behavior B, I think it's about Ken's."

You do smile at that because it's true, Ken's attitude towards you has changed dramatically. He basically never leaves your side. He talks to you about the patriarchy and horses, especially the latter and he is always ready to offer his help, to show off his "manliness" and of course keep you away from other Kens.

You haven't kissed or declared that you're a couple with him, but when it comes to the way Ken sees you, he'd like to do both. He curses himself for never taking the extra step to talk to you before you helped him go to the real world. He won't admit it, but the adoration you look at him with, as he plays his silly songs on the guitar, makes his heart melt a little. And he also feels so great and proud when he makes you laugh. You make him feel important, more than you'll unfortunately ever know.

It's "unfortunately", because the next step of the plan is to turn the Kens against each other by hurting their egos.

And so it goes. You are at the beach with Ken and he's playing the same thing on his guitar, and so are all the other Kens to the rest of the Barbies. As you get your mobile out, you can already feel the guilt of using Ken.

You make a point of laughing while also staring at the phone.

"Who are texting?"

You ignore him and when he asks again you tell him "No one"

Next thing you know he's shouting at you, taking the phone from your hands.

"Ken!!!"

Before you have time to see his next reaction, you make yourself stand up and exchange positions with stereo Barbie.

It's for the best you don't see the pure betrayal in his blue eyes, but your friend does and she can also feel the sadness radiating off him.

Chaos ensues faster than any of you Barbies thought it would and by morning you are regaining the positions of power you originally held. But along the way, you realize the mistakes of the previous system and decide to make some changes to Barbieland, including better treatment for the Kens and all the deformed dolls.

You feel genuinely happy that things can go back to normal. But, for a moment you had it all, Ken looked at you and actually saw you. Now, you know better than to believe he'll forgive you for treating him like means to an end.

It's not that simple. It's not, because you weren't acting when he told you every little thing he knew about horses and you answered him you'd love to meet a real one.

You go back to your salon, putting hair rollers on yours and Sasha's hair. It doesn't take much time before you break down in tears, curled up like a baby with plastic chocolate pieces all over you.

Allan, stereo Barbie, Gloria and Sasha, Weird Barbie and all your friends feel so bad for you. They had all come to realize your feelings for Ken were real and that tricking him had hurt you as much as it had hurt him.

You heard that right. After the Barbies had taken back Barbieland, Ken hadn't left from his Mojo Dojo Casa House. He was a mess of conflicting emotions. He cared for you, that was a given. You had been so nice to him, flooding him with kindness and affection beyond his imagination, but was any of it real? After all he's just Ken.

In addition to that, what about stereo Barbie? He's MEANT to be with her. To be her Ken. Isn't that his purpose?

While you two are crying your eyes out, stereo Barbie is determined to set things right. (She also wants her house back)

She goes and confronts Ken a second time, but this time ends up differently.

Barbie and Ken apologize to each other and acknowledge their failures.

Ken has come to the conclusion he has no identity or purpose without Barbie.

"But it's Barbie AND Ken, there is no just Ken!"

In that exact moment there you are at the door, gaze hopeful but face tear streaked.

"Ken, how could you always miss what's right in front of you?", you have no idea how you'll ever be able to thank your friend enough for this.

You can see Ken looking at you intensely. He is still crying but the realisation that overcomes him is unmistakable.

He's more than what he was made for. He can make his own choices that will define him.

One of them, is walking up at you and enveloping you in a bone crashing bear hug.

You let out a giggle before hugging him back with all your might.

This feels right, it feels like home.

When you say goodbye to your dearest friend, neither can hold back the tears. You stay hugged for a while, not caring about the Mattel CEO waiting for Barbie so that they can go to the real world.

After the Barbies and Kens bid Barbie goodbye, she decides to become human and return to the real world.

It's not that you won't see her again, but it's so weird to see how much you have both evolved. You are so proud of her and you can't wait to hear about her experiences as a real woman.

Ken is right next to you. He still has a lot of work to do with himself, but with your unrelenting support he will manage just fine.

He puts his fur around you, covering you almost entirely and presses a kiss to your cheek.

This is Barbieland and now it's finally perfect.

(You're of course visiting the real world to see real horses. Also, Ken did request an actual phone he uses to call Barbie for advice about his relationship with you.)

The End

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hippiegoth97 · 6 months ago

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Into the Fire: An Eddie Munson x Reader Story Pt. 7

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Part 7: Express Yourself

Monday, March 27th, 1989

You spend the rest of the week, and the one after in a comfortable routine. You wake up, Eddie drives you to school, you breeze through classes, and he picks you up again. Most days you go to the woods or his trailer and fuck like wild animals. Sometimes you just cuddle and watch TV, or he reads Lord of The Rings to you. You love when he does that, his voice is perfect for reading stories aloud. He knows how to put just the right emotion behind the words, you've told him before that he should be an actor. But he always laughs when you say that, shushing you so he can keep reading.

Today is the beginning of spring break. Hawkins schools all follow the same break schedule, so usually you, Mom, and Dustin go on a trip to a cabin in the woods and visit national parks. They're still going, along with Mike, Lucas, Max, the Tanner twins, and even Will, Jonathan and Jane who flew in from California. Mike's sister Nancy is also going to help chaperone the children, and obviously spend time with Jonathan. You're staying behind, as you have some studying to do for the finals coming up soon after break. And Eddie couldn't get the time off of work to join you, despite Mom insisting he come along, too.

Before they all set off on their journey, everyone gathers at your house, and Eddie just happens to have stayed over the previous night. You're sitting in your room, listening to your stereo with Eddie's head in your lap. You stroke his hair, and his eyes are shut as the two of you lounge about in your pajamas. The kiddos are helping your mother ensure they have everything they'll need at the cabin for the next week and a half, their voices clamoring together to form a buzzing beast of sound. A little bit later, the kids go suspiciously quiet, and Dustin's footsteps make their way down the hallway to your room. You’ve left the door open, since there's no funny business going on at the moment. Dustin stands in the doorway, eager to get your attention.

"Hey, Y/N? Could you come help us with something?" He asks, a little too gleefully. He's up to something, and the other kids are certainly in cahoots with him.

"Okay?" You raise an eyebrow at your brother, patting Eddie's shoulders for him to get off of you. He grumbles, his eyes still closed. He must've fallen asleep, the touch of your fingers on his scalp is very soothing to him. "Eddie, baby. Get up, the kids need something." His eyes open slowly, and he rubs the sleep away. He's so cute when he just wakes up, like an unruly housecat basking in the sun.

"This better be good, Dustin. I was rather enjoying napping in your beautiful sister's lap." Eddie says through a yawn, sitting up to kiss you. You smile against his lips, even half-asleep he has a quick wit.

"I promise it'll be worth interrupting your...cuddling. Come on!" Dustin crinkles his nose at your affectionate display, running excitedly back down the hall. Eddie stands, stretching his arms above his head which draws noises from him that unintentionally arouse you. You can't help staring at him, gazing at the edge of his stomach becoming exposed as he forces himself out of dreamland. Eddie isn't even trying, but his body moving that way is turning you on. He opens his eyes, a satisfied sigh leaving his lips as his arms slap down to his sides. He smirks at you when he notices you gawking at him, taking your hand in his.

"Hey, angel?" Eddie grabs your attention, your cheeks flaring red as you realize he's looking at you. "I love it when you get all flustered, sweetheart. Let's go see what the children wanna show you, hm?"

"Fine, but after that I think we might need some alone time." You stand before him, taking his other hand. You press your body against his, putting a knee between his thighs. You bite your lip, looking at him from under your eyelashes. He groans quietly at your actions, he can't believe how insatiable you are sometimes.

"Anything for you, love." He kisses you again, denying your tongue access as you try and use it to reel him in. "Naughty girl." He chuckles, pulling you towards the doorway. You roll your eyes, putting your neediness aside to go see what the hell is going on in the living room. Eddie holds your hand tightly, and you walk down the hall to see everyone standing around quietly. They're all smiling at you, beaming sets of teeth. There's balloons floating around the room, and Dustin stands in the middle of everyone, holding a large box in his hands. It's wrapped in dark red paper, with a black bow on top.

"So, what did you want to show me?" You ask, unsure what they're up to. Mom seems to be in on it, whatever it is. She's sitting on the couch, waiting anxiously for the kids to reveal the surprise. She's also holding her Polaroid camera, and it's here that you realize what day it is.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Y/N!" Everyone shouts, including Eddie. The volume startles you, but Eddie rubs your shoulders to keep you relaxed. The kids blow harshly on noise makers, tossing confetti into the air. You can't believe you forgot your own birthday, you pulled a complete Sixteen Candles on yourself.

"Jesus, guys. I totally forgot." You laugh, hiding your face in embarrassment. The others laugh with you, and Mom snaps a picture of your reaction.

"Well, we're happy to remind you, darling." Eddie says, kissing your cheek when you reveal your face again. "Are you ready for your present?" He's very excited to show you what he and the kids put together. He guides you over to a chair, sitting down and pulling you onto his lap. He wraps his arms around your waist, holding you closely. Dustin steps forward, bowing dramatically to put the box in your lap. You notice now that although it's wrapped, it has a removable lid. The kids sit down, on the floor, couch, wherever they can fit, and wait anxiously for you to open your present.

If there's one thing you don't like about birthdays, it’s having that sea of eyes staring at you when you open gifts. But you'll happily put up with it, seeing as the kids were sweet enough to go to all the trouble before their trip. You apprehensively lift the lid from the box, paranoid that Dustin rigged it with a spring-loaded pie to hit you in the face. He pulled that stunt last year, and you still haven't recovered. But what you find inside is anything but a prank. Your eyes bulge out of your head at the sheer amount of various objects inside. There's a few items wrapped in the same red paper, and a couple small black boxes tied with matching ribbon. The rest are various favorite snacks of yours that they didn't bother to wrap, though you don't mind. Everything is nestled in black tissue paper, waiting for you to reveal their secrets. "Shit, you guys went all out." Everyone giggles at your shock, Eddie's laugh vibrating in his chest against your back.

"Well, come on, sugarpuff! Take a closer look at what's inside!" Mom says, snapping another picture. You set the lid on the floor, deciding which gift to open first. You take the mysterious package in the middle, it feels like another box. You gingerly tear the paper away, revealing a D&D starter set.

"That one is from all of us at the Hellfire Club, figure that should help you get started since you're one of us now. I'm sure Eddie will help you build the perfect character to play with." Dustin pipes up excitedly. The other club members nod in quick agreement. Another click of the camera signals your cue to open the next gift.

"Thank you, guys! I can't wait to start playing with you." You set the kit down, taking out another item that looks a bit too much like a bottle of booze.

"That one's from me!" Mom says, clapping her hands. You tear away the paper, revealing some red wine.

"Thank you, Mom. I'll make sure to get some use out of this tonight." You quip, and she snaps another photo. You put it down, reaching for the next gift. This one is softer, you suspect it's clothes, or something.

"Now, that one is from me, specifically. Eddie helped design it, though." Dustin says again, even more excited about this particular present. You open it carefully, confirming your suspicion. It's a shirt, you hold it up to look at what's printed on it. And what you see makes you gasp. It's similar to the Hellfire Club shirts everyone wears, but this one has an extra special design on it. There's the signature flaming sword and chain mace, but the dragon in the middle has a tiara on its head. And the words read 'Queen of Hellfire', referring to you.

"Oh my God, Dustin! This is so sweet! Thank you!" You turn the shirt around for everyone to see, holding it against yourself to guess how it'll look on you. Mom clicks the camera again. Dustin blushes, ecstatic that you actually like it. "I love it, it's so bitchin'!" You almost tear up at how thoughtful this present is, and Eddie kisses your neck before whispering in your ear.

"I'm glad you like it, love. There's still more, a couple things from me. Open the heart-shaped box." He coaxes you to keep going, and you set the shirt in your lap to open your second to last present. You untie the ribbon, letting it fall inside the mass of paper below. You pull the top off, your jaw falling open at what's inside. You take it out of the box, holding it in your hands. It's a guitar pick necklace, just like Eddie's. Only this one has 'Eddie's Girl' carved into it in fancy letters, inked with gold paint.

"Oh, Eddie! Did you make this yourself?" You ask, and he makes a simple 'mhm' sound at you. "It's amazing, baby. I love it!" You turn slightly to plant a feverish kiss to his lips. The kids let out a collective groan of disgust, but you just wave them away. "Can you help me put it on?" You gaze at him, finding nothing but love and adoration in his eyes.

"Of course, sweetheart." He grins at you, taking the necklace from you carefully. He opens the clasp, and you pull your hair forward out of the way. He brings it around you, placing the pick on your chest while he secures the clasp together again. He lets it drop, watching how perfectly it rests above your beautiful tits. "There you go, baby. It looks even better on you than I imagined." Eddie kisses you again, much shorter this time though. Another click of the camera, and a few 'aw's later, the kiddos set to work packing up the car. Eddie stays seated with you for a little longer, planting butterfly kisses all over your neck.

"Happy birthday, sugarpuff!" Mom chirps as she walks by you, taking the Polaroids to stick them on the fridge.

"What about the last box?" You ask Eddie quietly, not wanting to make a big deal about it.

"Oh, that? It's something for later, just between you and me. You can open it tonight, once we have the house to ourselves." He chuckles, gripping your hips suggestively. Eddie's continued mystery surrounding your final gift makes you painfully curious, and a bit nervous as to what it could be. "Let's get everything else put away, sweetheart." You nod excitedly, and he helps you pick up the mess. He tosses the garbage for you, and you put the bottle of wine into the fridge to chill for later. The rest goes into your room, temporarily resting on your vanity.

You shut your bedroom door, watching Eddie carefully place the final box on your nightstand for after you’re alone. He turns to you, smiling kindly. He's standing at the edge of your bed, his hands at his sides. You slowly move closer, giving him a hungry stare. You can't resist pushing him onto your bed once you reach him, quickly straddling his lap. "I love you so much, Eddie." You press your lips to his with a primal heat, tangling your hands in his hair immediately. He grabs your ass, massaging the flesh roughly. You moan into his mouth, letting his tongue slip inside with ease. You don't bother battling for dominance, you want him to take control. You want to lose yourself within him, you crave his touch so badly in this moment.

"I love you too, princess." He says as he breaks away to breathe. His forehead rests against yours, leading your hips to grind on him. Your breath hitches when his boner rubs against your clit, the thin material of your pajama bottoms providing little barrier between you. You want to keep going, but sense that you'll be interrupted by everyone saying goodbye as they leave you two behind. Eddie shares the same thought, stopping your movements on him. "Let's cool down a minute, I'd hate for one of the kids 一or your mother一 to walk in on us in the middle of our special celebration." He grins at you, pressing another peck to your lips. You nod, sliding off of his lap to sit beside him. Luckily, his pants are dark enough to not show the damp spot of his precum from far away. Eddie does his best to get his erection to disappear, or to at least not be so painfully obvious. Thinking about basketball usually helps, he has such disdain for sports.

"You seem focused. What are you thinkin' about?" You ask, perplexed by his furrowed eyebrows. You playfully poke his chest, and he bats your hand away. Not in a mean way, but your touch does nothing except rile him up further.

"I'm trying not to have a tent in my pants, if you must know. Thinking about things I don't like typically helps." There's no particular tone to his voice, he's too lost in his own thoughts. Every time he attempts to think about sports, you keep popping up instead. "Dammit, it's not working. I just keep seeing you in here." He sighs, turning to you with frustrated eyes.

"I can help you out, love. It'll take no time at all, I can hear the kids fighting over who's gonna sit where in the car. They'll be at it for at least ten minutes, though I doubt we'll need that long." You bite your lip, putting your hand in Eddie's lap. He gasps at your touch, clearly very sensitive. "Oh, my poor baby. Just relax, I'll make it all better." You lean into him, your lips dangerously close to his. You flash him a temptress grin, and far be it from him to resist your charms.

"Alright, but the second someone comes down that hallway again, I'm gonna push you off of me and hide it under your pillow." Eddie says sternly, unable to decline your offer. He's so needy for you, it's almost painful.

"Fine by me. You wanna lay back for me, Eds?" You suggest casually. He does as you ask, his legs still hanging off the bed. You grab the waistband of his pants, pulling them down to let his dick spring free. He isn't wearing any boxers underneath, which makes things easier for you. You kneel between his thighs, gripping his length in your hand.

"Fuck." He moans, trying to stay quiet. His tip is red and swollen, leaking precum profusely. You lower your head to take all of him into your mouth, gagging as he hits the back of your throat. "Shit, your mouth is heaven-sent, I swear." He holds your hair in a makeshift ponytail, keeping it out of your face. You tuck your necklace inside your shirt as well, keeping it safe. Your tongue swirls around his cock as you suck him off, and he can't hold back the stunted whines and moans that leave his mouth. His sounds make you so wet, you're tempted to touch yourself as you blow him. But there's plenty of time to get your own rocks off later. Right now, it's all about Eddie. You stroke his thighs and under his shirt with your hands, running your nails along his skin to heighten his senses.

You suck his dick as fast as you can, not wanting to risk getting caught in the act. You gag on him over and over, wet noises filling the room to mingle with Eddie's symphony of moaning. You hum onto him, sending vibrations through his shaft. He grips your hair tighter, using his other hand to push you deeper onto himself. Tears run down your cheeks, but you let him use your face any way he wants. You're so eager to please him. You breathe through your nose, keeping yourself calm as Eddie shoves your head down repeatedly. You can tell he's close, his breath always stutters as his climax builds.

"Fuck, baby. I'm so close. Be a good girl and swallow it all." He struggles to speak, his mind is swirling with thoughts of fucking you senseless, eating you out, marking you with dark hickeys all over your body. You're like a goddamn drug to him, and he'll never get enough. You let Eddie's hips buck up into your face as his high is about to overtake him. You moan around him, giving him that extra little push over the edge. "Shit, I'm gonna cum." He croaks out, his release spilling down your esophagus. His body shudders, and a light sheen of sweat coats his skin.

Once you've swallowed every last drop, you pull yourself off of Eddie's cock. He's panting on the bed, gazing at the ceiling. "Do you feel better now, darling?" You ask, watching his dick soften as it's fully satisfied. For now. You're still kneeling before him, awaiting your praise.

"Yes, very much. Thank you, angel. You always take my cock so well." He says, out of breath. He sits up, pulling his pajamas back on. You sit beside him once more, and he kisses you again while placing his hand over yours. "The rest of tonight is gonna be all about you, though. I promise. It is your birthday, after all." He pulls your necklace back out of your shirt, and you lay your head on his shoulder. "Do you really like it, sweetheart?" Eddie asks, stroking the pick in his fingers. He wonders if he should've bought you something more sparkly, instead of making something himself.

"Of course I do, baby. It's beautiful, and I love being your girl." You gaze at him, searching his eyes. Finding some self-doubt there, you do your best to reassure him. Gently grabbing his chin, you turn his head to face you. His big doe eyes meet yours, and your heart flutters as you get lost in them. "Eddie, I love it. It's the best present anyone's ever given me, and you made it with your own two hands." You take hold of his hand caressing the pick, to drive home just how much you cherish his gift. "This is so much more valuable than all the jewelry you'd find in a store, darling. I'll never take it off."

He lets the necklace fall to your chest once again, realizing how silly he is for second-guessing himself. A single tear rolls down his cheek, and you gingerly wipe it away. Eddie doesn't know how you manage it, but you frequently draw deep, intense emotions from him. "I can't believe how lucky I am to be with you, Y/N." He cups your cheek, stroking your supple skin with his thumb. His eyes flick to your lips, then back to your stare.

"And I'm the luckiest woman in the world to have you in my life, Eds." You close the gap between you, and his hand migrates behind your neck to hold you closer. Your mouths move slowly, holding back for the possibility of being interrupted at any moment.

Right on cue, Mom knocks on your bedroom door. "Sugarpuff, we're about to head out. Come say goodbye." She calls to you, not opening the door to disturb you. You pull away, giggling lightly together.

"Coming, Mom." You call to her, listening to her footsteps descending back down the hallway. You reluctantly get up, pulling Eddie's arm to join you. He doesn't want to stop showering you with love for a damn thing right now, but Dustin will refuse to leave if he doesn't get his hugs. "Baby, c’mon. It's one more thing until we're all alone. Then we can do whatever we want." You waggle your eyebrows, alluding to what you have in mind. Eddie groans, letting you pull him to his feet.

"Okay, but only because you're very convincing." He smirks at you, smacking your ass as you turn to lead him. You can't hold back the moan it draws from you, whipping your head back to shoot him a glare. "Sorry, I'll behave. For about…five more minutes." His tongue plays at the edge of his lips, he's such a filthy little fucker sometimes. Shaking your head at him, you continue walking back to the living room to say your goodbyes.

You and Eddie make sure everyone gets a great big bear hug, especially Mom and Dustin. As much as you look forward to having the house to yourselves, you're gonna miss this giant band of misfits every second they're away. Mom and Nancy lead the hoard outside to the two vehicles, splitting the group up evenly between them. You and Eddie stand in the driveway as they all pile inside, though it's definitely a tight squeeze. "We'll be back in ten days. Don't burn the house down!" Mom says after rolling down the window.

"We won't! Have a good time, and drive safe!" You reply, and she nods before rolling the window back up. Everyone waves at you, smiling with excitement for their journey. The two of you wave back, watching them pull away from the house and down the road.

Once the cars have fully disappeared from view, Eddie stands behind you to wrap his arms around your waist. He plants harsh kisses and bites on your neck, immediately drawing your attention. "I finally get you all to myself." He says between marking you, smirking against your bruising skin. You moan quietly, tilting your head to the side and pressing your ass against his crotch.

"Let's take this inside, Eddie. I'd hate to traumatize the neighbors." You resist the urge to let your eyes flutter closed, although it's tempting to let him take you right here on the front lawn.

He whines dramatically, giving you one final bite before speaking again. "If you insist, darling. But they're missing out, they could probably stand to learn a thing or two. Lord knows the hicks in this town aren't very kinky." His hands travel upwards to honk your tits jokingly. You gasp, swatting his hands away. You whip around to face him, scowling. His cheeky grin fades, and he gulps at your angered expression.

"Eddie! Go inside! I'd rather not spend my twenty-first birthday at the sheriff's station, if you don't mind!" You push him firmly by the chest, leading him inside the house. Eddie almost trips as you step through the threshold, sending him stumbling to the floor. He's about to stand back up, when you stop him. "You stay right there." You command, slamming the door shut without breaking your stare.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. Really, I一" He tries to plead for forgiveness from the floor, but you have no intention of giving it to him. Not yet.

"Stop talking." You burn. Eddie's eyes widen at your tone, surprised at you exerting dominance over him. You stare him down, inching your way over. "You've got a real problem with listening, Eds. And I don't appreciate being groped in front of the entire block." You're standing above him now, feet on either side of his body. He watches you cautiously, not daring to crack a smirk at what he thinks you're up to. You purposefully kneel over him, before straddling his lap harshly. He grunts at your weight falling onto him, unable to control his dick growing underneath you. "So hard for me already, baby?" You speak in a mocking tone, grinding yourself against him aggressively. Eddie's hands raise to hold your hips, but you smack them away. "You don't get to touch me unless I say so. Got it?"

He's utterly speechless, you've never been one to take charge. But he can't say you're not driving him crazy by doing so. He's absolutely loving this. He decides to be bold, to egg you on. "You know, you're real sexy when you're angry." He's smirking again, you hate how smug he can be sometimes.

You grab his mouth, squeezing it between your fingers. "I said be quiet." You lean down to bring your face just centimeters above his, capturing his lips in a bruising kiss as you continue to hold him. You break away after a moment, staring deep in his eyes. Your breath fans over his face, and he just lays there, hypnotized by you. "Now, are you gonna be a good boy and do as I say?" Your question carries a very large warning. If he doesn't behave, you might just have to punish him. Eddie's completely dazed, it's like his wettest dream is coming true.

"Y-yes." He stutters, taking a deep breath. "I'll be a good boy for you." His cheeks flare up at calling himself a boy, but he can't help feeling even more turned on all the same.

You smile at him, though your angry lust is simmering just below the surface. "That's what I like to hear, baby. Now, do you want me to ride you right here? Or on the couch?" You tilt your head at him, impatiently awaiting an answer. You've been continuously rubbing yourself against him, winding the both of you up. You refuse to let him hear your moans, holding them back with a newfound willpower. Eddie has been more vocal, though his sounds are kept behind sealed lips.

"Oh, I get a choice?" There he goes disobeying you again, and you will not stand for it. You immediately stop grinding against him, standing up. You put a foot on his chest, holding him down when he tries to follow you.

"Now you don't. Since you refuse to listen, you're going to be punished." You step off of him, going over to the couch. You sit down, spreading your legs wide open with your hands resting on your knees. Eddie sits up to see what you're doing, eyes boggling at your position. From where he's sitting, he can see the damp spot that's formed in your pajama shorts. He licks his lips, wanting so badly to dive right in. "See something you want?" You ask incredulously, and Eddie just nods. "Well, that's just too fucking bad isn't it? You're going to watch me, but you can't touch. Not me, or yourself. Understand?"

"Yes, I understand." He sits back on his palms, his legs laid out in front of him. He's eager to watch the show, to see how far you're willing to deny him, and yourself. You nod silently, standing briefly to take off your shorts. Just like Eddie, you've opted to go commando. You sit back down, slowly spreading your legs as wide as you can to show him just what he's missing out on. His breath catches in his throat at the sight of your dripping pussy, watching your arousal glisten in the light.

You slowly snake your arm up the side of your body, bringing it to your chest. You grope your own breast through your shirt, moaning obscenely loud as you massage the flesh. Eddie's cock twitches in his pants, he's tempted to take it out and stroke himself as you play your little game. But he knows he's being punished, and he wants to make you happy. So, he keeps his hands where they are. You tweak your nipple, moaning again. "Oh, Eddie." You whimper, teasing him. He groans, unable to hold back his reaction to you. You drag your hand further down, traveling down your stomach and in between your thighs. Your fingers graze over your clit, drawing more sounds from your lungs.

"God, you're so fuckin' sexy like this, Y/N. You have no idea." Eddie says, his dick straining against his pants. His eyes are glued to your every move, anticipating what you'll do next.

You continue to circle your clit, calling Eddie's name and cursing over and over. At first you were exaggerating the noises to make him lose his mind, but now you're really enjoying yourself. The exciting novelty of having Eddie watch you touch yourself is winding that familiar knot inside you tighter and tighter, and quicker than you expect. You want so badly to give in, to let Eddie touch you and fuck you. His face tells you he's already convinced you'll call this off at any second, and your stubborn nature gets the best of you. You up the ante, slipping two fingers inside your soaking cunt. "Eddie." You moan again, curling your digits just right inside yourself. He's better at this, but you love watching him squirm with need. "I bet you wish it was your fingers instead, hm? Or your cock?" You struggle to speak through your moans, this whole scenario has your senses at unexplored heights.

"Yes, God yes. I wanna touch you so bad, sweetheart." Eddie groans back, trying very hard not to cream his pants from watching you. He's breathing heavily, and he's not even really doing anything. His words push you further, and you pick up the pace. You rapidly finger yourself, a constant stream of moans flowing from your lips. It won't take long for you to lose control, every part of this act is fucking mindblowing for you. Wet noises from your pussy mingle with your cries of ecstasy. You want to let it all go. You want to see the look on his face when you drive yourself over the edge.

"You want me to cum, baby? Should I make a mess all over my fingers?" The knot is wound to its limit, threatening to snap at any second. You're sweating through your shirt, and from the bends of your knees as well. Eddie's hands dig into the carpet as you continue to fuck yourself, he's never had this happen before. He can't believe you're going to make him cum without even touching him.

"Please, princess. Keep going, make yourself cum." He begs, wanting to see you lose control by your own hand. The knot finally snaps at his words, your back arching as your orgasm rips through your body ruthlessly.

"Oh, fuck, Eddie!" You scream, your cunt clamping down on your own fingers. Your legs shake, and you keep thrusting to extend your pleasure. A flood of juices bursts from your pussy, soaking the cushion beneath you, and splashing onto the carpet. Eddie groans, his own release spilling inside his pajamas as he watches you explode. After a few moments, the bliss dissipates and you pull your fingers out of your cunt. Your walls clamp down on nothing, making you whine weakly.

"Jesus, Y/N. You're so gorgeous like this." He can't stop admiring the scene before him. You're limp against the couch, arms at your sides, eyes fallen closed. Your legs are still spread, shiny with sweat and arousal. Your chest rises and falls rapidly, you struggle to catch your breath. The couch beneath you is darker than the rest, and a puddle rapidly soaks into the floor. Eddie stands, wincing as his cum drips down his legs. You'll both be needing a shower in a minute, but first he wants to check on you. "Did you enjoy yourself, babydoll?" He walks over to you, sitting beside you on a dry seat on the couch.

You force your eyes open, looking at him tiredly. "Yeah, that was a lot of fun. I forgive you, by the way." You reply breathily, your heart still pounding in your chest. He chuckles, taking you in his arms to carry you to the bathroom. "Where are we going, Eds?" You ask, not too keen on being moved at the moment.

"We are going to take a shower. We've made quite the mess, sweetheart." Eddie replies, walking you down the hall into the bathroom. He doesn't bother shutting the door since nobody else is home, and he sets you down. You struggle to stand, your body feels like melted silly putty. But he helps you steady yourself, before going to turn on the water. He assists you in lifting your shirt over your head, then he removes his own clothes. He sticks his hand inside the stream of water, checking to make sure it's hot enough. "It's ready, sweetheart. C’mon." He beckons you to him, gently leading you under the showerhead.

"Mmm, that feels nice." You sigh, letting the water rush over your body to wash away the cum and sweat coating your skin. You close your eyes, dipping your head under to soak your hair. You hear the click of a shampoo bottle, and look to find Eddie prepping the soap in his hands for you. You turn your back to him, leaning your head in his direction. His fingers work their way through your locks, massaging your scalp. You moan quietly, not meaning to get so easily revved up again.

"You doin’ alright, baby?" Eddie asks in your ear. Dammit, he's so hot when he does that.

"Yes, my love. You just have magic fingers." You mean it innocently, though Eddie takes it another way.

"Oh, is that so? Would you prefer I use them...somewhere else?" He chuckles lowly, removing his hands so you can rinse off.

"Maybe later, Eds. I'm still coming down from the little show I put on, but it's your turn now." You reply as the soap washes down the drain. He raises an eyebrow at you, not sure what you mean. You open the shampoo, pouring some into your hand. You gaze at him calmly, and he curses his dirty mind. "Turn around, darling." He does as you ask, and you can't help looking at his ass. God, it's so perfect, just the right size and shape. You're tempted to smack it, but hold yourself back.

He sighs deeply as your fingers work the suds up on his head, unable to stop his dick from hardening again. He doesn't mean for it to, but every touch you give him drives him absolutely mad. Eventually, you let go, switching places to let him rinse. The rest of the shower goes similarly, the two of you taking turns sensually washing each other's bodies. It gets very steamy in here, but you don't want another round just yet. Right now, it's just about being close, and expressing how much you love one another.

Once you're all clean, you shut off the water and step out onto the tile floor. You grab a couple towels, handing one to Eddie. You wrap your body up, tucking the corner to hold the towel in place. You gather your dirty clothes, and walk back to the living room to retrieve your shorts before bringing everything to the laundry basket. You glance at the couch and floor, hoping you have sufficient chemicals in the house to clean up your mess.

"Hey, sweetheart! You wanna open your last present?" Eddie calls to you from your bedroom, sounding very eager to show you the last little surprise he has in store.

"Yes, please!" You call back, running down the hall to your room with excitement. You find Eddie sitting on your bed in a fresh pair of boxers, holding the box in his hands. You put the dirty clothes away, and pull on some panties and a long shirt. You jump onto the bed, sitting as close to him as you possibly can.

"You're gonna love this, sweetheart." He hands the box to you, and you hold it for a minute. You shake it a little, trying to guess what it is. There's a small object rattling inside, but it's only in about half of the box. "Hey, no guessing! Just open it." He chides you jokingly, smiling wide.

"Okay, okay." You say, slowly pulling the ribbon loose. It falls into your lap, and you open the lid. You're a bit confused about what's inside, taking a moment to inspect it. You take out the objects, holding them in your hands curiously. After closer inspection, you realize what these are.

The item that was rattling around is a sparkly, pink twenty-sided die. And the other is a small book that it seems Eddie has made himself. The cover has a heart on it, drawn in red ink with your initials in it. There's twenty numbered pages in the book, each of which has a different sexual act on it. You flip through them, admiring Eddie's handwriting and the detailed illustrations he drew to go with each number. "What do you think, sweetheart?" Eddie asks, his knee bouncing anxiously. He can't read your face, watching intensely as you take in what he's given you.

You can't believe the effort this man has gone to give you such meaningful gifts. You turn to Eddie, unsure what to say. You truly love the present, eager to try it out with him. "You're amazing, you know that?" You smile, stilling his knee with your hand. Instinctively, you lean in to kiss him, brushing your lips against his. It's a brief kiss, but only because your lips feel a little bruised from all the others you've exchanged today. You rest your forehead against Eddie's, holding his hand as you show appreciation. "I love it, baby. It's a great gift, and it's very 'you'." You giggle, flipping the pages again with your thumb.

"Very 'me', huh? Whatever do you mean?" Eddie asks in sarcastic offense.

"Well, it's very thoughtful, and nerdy." You smirk at your next thought before saying it aloud. "But it's also extremely dirty, all of which are things I love about you." He chuckles at your assessment, amused with how you think of him. He lowers his head to kiss your neck, and you don't bother holding back a moan. There's no need for it now in a big, empty house.

He speaks seductively to you between kisses, tempting you to heat things up again. "Since you like it so much, how about we test it out, hm?" Eddie bites down on your throat, reeling you in. You're just about to cave to his charms, when the phone rings. He feels your weight shift as you try to stand to go answer it, putting his hand on your thigh to make you stay put. "Leave it, Y/N. They can call back." He continues marking you, but you wriggle away. He whines with indignation, not appreciating being interrupted.

"It could be Mom checking in on us, I don't want her to worry. Just take a pause for a sec, Eds." You gently insist, jogging down the hall to reach the phone before the final ring stops blaring. You catch it just in time, bringing the receiver to your ear. "Hello?" You say, expecting to hear Mom on the other end.

"Hi, is this Y/N Henderson?" You hear Chrissy's voice speaking to you through the phone, she sounds like she's been crying. You're unsure how she got your number, maybe from the phone book. You're also curious as to why she's calling your house. "Hello?" She asks, as you've been distracted by trying to work out what's going on.

"Yeah, it's me. Sorry, I just wasn't expecting to hear from you. How are you?" You ask, unable to help being a bit annoyed that she's cutting into your special time with Eddie. But she wouldn't call for no reason, this has to be serious.

"I'm...okay. I guess." Her voice shakes on the line, she's clearly afraid. Eddie walks into the room, curious what's going on.

"Who's on the phone?" He whispers, eyebrows furrowed as he leans against the wall in his underwear. You wave him away to listen to what Chrissy wants.

"Is there something I can help you with, Chrissy?" You inquire, and Eddie's eyes widen at finding out who it is. She tries to speak again, stuttering her words.

"I-I thought about what you said. I know you wanna help me." You hear her on the verge of tears, shattering your heart into tiny pieces.

"I do, Chrissy. What do you need from me?" You try to sound as calm as you can, comforting her with your words.

"Um...I'm not sure, I don't know what to do. I just don't want to be here in this house with him anymore." She sobs, unable to hold in the tears.

"I know, it'll be okay. Just一" You contemplate what to say next, unsure of how to actually handle this. You look at Eddie, who's staring with his lips pursed. "Is he there now?" You ask, needing to start somewhere.

"No, no. He's out late for a work meeting, but I have nowhere to go. My parents love Jason. He's very charming, when he needs to be." She laughs wryly, you can sense how isolated she truly is.

"You could always come here." You offer hastily, but she's quick to shoot you down.

"No! No, thank you. I appreciate it, but I can't ask you to do that. If he even has a hint of where I am, he'll lose it. I think I have to get a plan in place before leaving." You realize now that Chrissy hasn't fully thought this through, she just doesn't want to be hurting anymore. "Shit, Jason's pulling into the driveway. I have to go, but I'll call back when I get this figured out. And please don't call me, I don't want him to pick up. Thank you, Y/N. I wouldn't even be thinking about this if it wasn't for you." She sounds almost relieved, knowing someone sees her pain and wants to help.

Before you can reply, the line goes dead. "She hung up." You murmur, sitting on the chair next to the phone. Your elbows rest on your knees as you lean forward, your hands laying limp between your legs. Eddie comes over to you, putting a hand on your shoulder. You're almost numb, worried about what might be happening to Chrissy right now. You just hope she'll call back, your stomach churns at the idea of her losing her nerve and never speaking of it again.

"What did she say?" He asks, concerned at the color draining from your face. You clear your throat, shuddering breath leaving your lungs.

"Chrissy, uh, wants to leave Jason. She doesn't know what to do, and to be honest, I don't either. She doesn't have anywhere to go, not even her parents can help. She sounded so scared, Eddie." Your eyes meet his, glistening as tears begin to form. "And she was crying, it must be so awful for her. But he was coming home, so she had to hang up. I hope she'll call again, we can't leave her and the baby in that house." You sob, frantically shaking your head. Eddie kneels before you, wiping the tears from your cheeks. He sighs, giving you a half-smile.

"We won't, 'kay? We'll wait for her to call again, and we'll drop whatever we're doing to go help. Just relax, sweetheart. I know you're worried about her, so am I. But we can't do anything about it right now. We can't risk Jason finding out anything until Chrissy and the baby are safe." You nod, taking a deep breath to calm down. You're already racking your brain to come up with a plan, and a story for the cops. You can't tell them that you saw Chrissy's bruises when Eddie was selling drugs at her house. You'll have to lie to protect both of them. "Hey." He gently snaps you out of your thoughts, looking into your eyes with purpose as he caresses your arms. "Relax, we'll work it out later. Let's have some dinner, alright?"

"Okay.." You let him help you stand, making your way to the fridge to find something easy, but filling. You pull the magnetic door open, the white light illuminating your face. Inside there's plenty of supplies for sandwiches, soda, beer, and a lot of frozen foods in the freezer, too. So many choices, and you can't manage to pick something. "Mom stocked up for us before she left, she said we'll need plenty of fuel for our 'romantic time', as she called it." You say semi-mockingly, Mom's specialty is not subtlety. You laugh as you recall her phrasing, always dancing around the real words with innuendo.

"Your mother sure has a way with words, darling. An amusing trait she has undoubtedly passed on to you." Eddie chuckles, standing behind you. He rests his head on your shoulder, seeing what's in the fridge as he's quite hungry. He wraps his arms around your waist, holding you close. "Jesus, there's enough to feed a small army here. What looks good to you, baby?" Eddie's never seen so much food in one house before, the pantry at home is always pretty bare.

"I was gonna ask you the same thing. It's a bit overwhelming, isn't it?" You reply, eyes scanning over every individual item, asking your stomach if that's what it desires. Your gaze falls onto an old childhood favorite, pizza rolls. You grab the large plastic bag, showing Eddie. "How 'bout these?" You ask, hoping he says yes.

"Hell yeah, I've always liked these." He takes the bag from you gleefully, heading to the oven. He puts the bag on the counter, setting the oven to preheat. "I haven't had them in a long time." His back is turned to you, clumsily digging around in the drawer under the stove to pull out a pan. Eddie sets it on the stove top, ripping the pizza rolls open to pour a generous amount onto the pan.

"Looks like I made the right choice then." You smile, though he can't see it at the moment. You lean backwards against the counter, your hands gripping the edge to support your weight. Eddie twists the bag to close it, putting it back in the freezer. He stands across from you, crossing his arms casually.

"And now, we wait." He grins at you, his stomach rumbling a second later. You're about to give him a witty retort, when the phone rings again. Both your eyes widen, immediately wondering if it's Chrissy calling you back. You run over to the phone, picking it up on the second ring.

"Hello?" You ask, breathing heavily as your heart pounds in your chest.

"Sugarpuff!" Your slump a little, mouthing 'it's Mom' to Eddie. He nods, almost disappointed. "Are you alright, Y/N? You sound winded. Oh, I wasn't interrupting anything, was I?" She titters, making you roll your eyes. Her worry about potentially cutting into your personal time with Eddie is embarrassing, yet endearing.

"No, Mom. We're just waiting on some pizza rolls to be ready. Did you guys make it there safe?" You ask, bringing your breathing to its normal rhythm.

"Oh, yes! Will did get car-sick, but he's always been a sensitive boy. Everyone else is doing great, and the cabin is much nicer this year. We miss you and Eddie, though. You'd love it out here. It's like they planted even more trees, or something. It's beautiful!" Her underlying tone is solemn, though she's trying her best to stay positive.

"I know, Mom. We wish we were there too, it's very quiet in the house now." You reply sadly. Eddie listens intently to your words, noticing your longing to be with your family.

"Well, I'd hope it's not too quiet." She laughs, and you do too.

"Never." You laugh dryly, trying to quell the sting of sorrow at the back of your throat. By the sounds of it, you're missing out on one of the best trips your family has ever had. With a beautiful view to boot, it's the perfect place to unwind and unplug from everyday life. You've always loved the great outdoors, it makes everything wrong with your life feel so insignificant. Even when Dad was still around, no argument or bout of the silent treatment between him and Mom spoiled those trips. He was like a different person at the cabin, a perfect husband and father.

He'd take you fishing at a nearby river, giving you the best bait to ensure you had the biggest catch of the day. You'd hike through the woods, with him pointing out different types of edible plants using a little handbook he'd bought from a roadside convenience store on the way to the cabin. And every night of your trips, you'd roast marshmallows on a campfire as he told scary stories. The tales he spun usually scared you shitless, leaving you clinging to his side as he spoke in the spooky voices. But he'd always tell a good joke to make the monsters go away, before putting you to bed inside. You were never outside for it, but once you and Dustin had been put down, he'd sit outside with Mom to gaze up at the sparkling night sky. You could hear them sometimes as they sat in the swing on the porch, pointing out the constellations and exchanging 'I love you's. The bittersweet memories pull a tear from your eye, and you can't hold back your sniffle.

"Well, I'll let you go, sugarpuff. Be safe, and I'll call to check in every couple nights, okay?" Mom says, also fighting back tears.

"I will, Mom. Talk to you later. Have some extra fun for me, okay?" Your breath shudders as you exhale. How is it possible to be homesick when you're at home?

"We will, Y/N. Have a good night, and Happy Birthday." She replies with a stifled sob.

"Thanks, goodnight." You put the phone back in its cradle, turning to Eddie. Your lip trembles, your eyes stinging with fresh tears. He rushes over to you, hugging you tightly. Once his arms are around you, you bury your head into his chest as you sob uncontrollably. You cling to him, digging your fingers into his back without hurting him.

"It's okay, sweetheart. I'm right here." Eddie coos softly, stroking your hair as you cry. He feels awful, you really only stayed behind because of him. Sure, you have finals to study for as well, but you could've brought your books along with you. He curses his stupid job not letting him take the time off, he wants nothing more than to drop everything and drive you to the cabin right now. "I'm sorry, angel. I should've had you go with them. I hate to have you miss out on the trip." He sighs, kissing the top of your head.

You poke your head up to look at him, an almost annoyed expression on your face. "It's not your fault, Eddie." You sniffle, reaching around Eddie's arms awkwardly to dry your eyes. "I wanted to stay here with you, okay? Yeah, I miss Mom and Dustin right now. We’ve taken this trip every year, ever since I can remember. When Dad was still with us, it was like we were a normal family for once. But I can miss one time, there's been so many others. And there will be many more in the future. On the other hand, I haven't been able to spend this much uninterrupted time with you before." You nuzzle his neck, peppering his skin with warm kisses.

"Are you sure, sweetheart? I can drive you there right now if you want me to." You hug him tighter, speaking against his throat.

"You're very kind to offer, Eds. You're the sweetest man in the world for that. But I am telling you this once, and I'm not gonna repeat myself." You drag your tongue along his flesh, making him groan quietly. "I want nothing more than to be here with you, okay?" You nibble on his earlobe, backing away to arm's length. You sniff again, smiling as best you can at the moment. Your hands play about with his, forcing yourself to slow down. Just a minute ago, you were crying your eyes out, and now you're heating things up again. It must be making Eddie's head spin, it certainly is doing so to yours.

"If you say so, angel. But if you change your mind, just tell me." He's not exactly convinced by your words, but he won't go back and forth with you on the subject. He clears his throat, trying to calm himself after you've just riled him up with your mouth. His eyes flick to his crotch for a moment, hoping he's not noticeably hard right now. Seemingly in the clear, he looks at you again. "The food won't be ready for a bit, love. Should we clean up your little mess from earlier?" He smirks cheekily, replaying the image of how said mess was made in his mind. Well, so much for not having an erection right now.

"Yeah, we probably should. I’d hate for it to soak in too far. I'll dig around the cabinets for some supplies." You move past him, taking a sneaky glance at the not-so-subtle tent in Eddie's boxers.

"I saw that." He calls after you, stopping you in your tracks.

"Saw what? How easy it is for me to get you hard?" You retort, continuing to walk to the kitchen sink. You bend down, ass in the air as you search the bottom cabinets. You're not exactly sure what you're looking for, reading the labels on every bottle and aerosol can to see what everything is used for. Eddie turns around to see what you're doing, his breath hitching as he finds your perfect ass staring him in the face. He swears sometimes you're truly going to be the death of him. He says nothing, admiring the view as you root around under the sink. "Think I found what we'll need. I hope you like flowery rubber gloves." You attempt to stand while cradling the supplies in your arms, bonking your head on the inside of the cabinet. "Ow!" You shout, falling to your knees, the items you were holding clattering to the floor.

"Jesus, princess. You gotta be more careful." Eddie tries not to laugh, but the way this looks from behind is a bit silly. He gets on the floor with you, rubbing your head with his hand. "You okay?" He asks, carefully leading your head out of the cupboard.

"Yeah, I'm fine." You grumble, wincing as you touch the newly forming bump on the back of your skull. "I may have inherited a lot of interesting traits from my mother, but my clumsiness is something I definitely got from Dad."

"Is that so?" Eddie gathers the items off the floor, setting them on the counter before helping you stand.

"Oh, sure! He was always bonking his head on things, just barely missing corners with his shoulders. Oh, and his dick accidentally landed inside his secretary!" You joke bitterly, brushing yourself off once you're on your feet. Eddie backs up defensively, taken aback by your sudden aggravation. You sigh when you see him do so, squeezing your eyes shut a moment to breathe. "Sorry, that shit just really hurt. And every time I get hurt like that, by being clumsy, it reminds me of him."

He nods, moving closer again. "It's alright, angel. I get it. Now, you mentioned something about flowery gloves?" He pokes your nose, smirking slyly at you. You hand him a pair, sliding on some of your own. The two of you carry the cleaning products to the living room, assessing the damage. "You want the carpet, or the couch?" He asks, unsure this will even work.

"Um...I'll take the couch, I guess." You bite your lip, already dreading this task. But you can't just leave it there, Mom will kill you. Well, maybe she won’t go that far, but she loves this couch. It's the first piece of furniture she bought when Dad took half of the house.” You wish you'd at least put a towel down earlier, but things were a bit spur-of-the-moment. You look at one another nervously, sharing a nod and stepping into the trenches. You sit on your knees beside the soaked cushion, and Eddie gets on all fours on the floor. The chemicals sit between you so you can both easily reach them.

You spend the next few minutes spraying and dabbing and scrubbing the mess away, surprised at how well it seems to be working. The fumes aren't exactly pleasant, but you don't want the house to reek of sex either. Satisfied with your work, you put everything back in the cabinet and let the cleansers dry. "We might need to go over it again later. It's hard to tell when it's still wet." Eddie says as the two of you wash your hands.

"And how do you know so much about cleaning, Eds? I've seen your room, ya know." You flick water from your fingers into his face teasingly, wiping the rest onto your shirt. He scoffs, rubbing the droplets away with his arm.

"Man, you're a rude one tonight. And if you must know, I had to figure out how to get blood out of my clothes when the sports would kick the shit outta me." He's about to shut off the sink, when his gaze falls to the spray-hose beside the faucet.

Your eyes widen when you realize what he's about to do. "Eddie, please don't!" You plead, reaching forward to stop him. But it's no use, he's quicker than you. He pulls the hose, pointing the head at your chest.

"Any last words, baby?" He grins, training his fingers on the trigger. You shake your head, swiping at him in an attempt to steal the hose. "Oops, too slow!" He taunts, before squeezing the handle and spraying you with water.

"Eddie! Stop!" You put your hands up to block the stream, but he's already soaking your shirt and hair. A puddle forms on the floor, making you both lose balance. He slips on the tile, losing grip on the hose. You manage to take it from him, giving him a taste of his own medicine.

"Shit! Give it back!" He laughs, trying to stay upright to regain control. You're giggling like a maniac, dousing him in the cold water. You both laugh uncontrollably, going red in the face as you fight for power over the spray. Eddie wrestles you to the ground, pinning you on the soaked floor. The hose is abandoned, clanging against the cabinet as it swings back and forth. Eddie lays over you, holding your hands above your head. You've both gone quiet now, staring fervently in each other's eyes. Your hair is matted to your faces, and your clothes stick to you uncomfortably. You shiver at the cold, contrasted by your hot breath fans in one another's mouths.

"You win." You murmur, surrendering to Eddie's control. He smirks, rewarding you with a feverish kiss. He lets your hands free from his grip, which immediately wrap around him to pull his body closer. Your legs spread instinctively, Eddie's cock brushing against your cunt through the thin layers separating you. You moan into him, dragging your nails down his back. He grinds against you, quickly hardening inside his boxers. His lips move to your neck, nipping and sucking your flesh to give you dark hickeys. "Eddie." You whimper, tangling your hands in his damp hair to tug on it. He groans into your neck, biting down even harder than before.

"I love you so much, sweetheart." He says breathlessly, pulling your shirt over your head. He stares at your tits, your nipples erect from the cold water. He immediately takes one in his mouth, tweaking the other between his fingers teasingly. You dig further into his hair, more beautiful noises falling from your lips.

"I love you too, baby." You reply as Eddie's lips make their way along the valley between your breasts. He loves kissing you, marking you, worshiping you. He feels so privileged to just be in your presence, let alone touch you in all the ways you like. Everything he does to you is like magic, setting you aflame with every touch and kiss. "Eddie?" You ask, and his head raises to look at your fuckstruck face.

"Yes, angel?" He smiles at you, eager to hear what he knows you're going to say.

"I want you." You hope those three words are enough, his hungry eyes diminishing your nerve.

"You want me to what? Use your words, baby." He chuckles, roughly grinding himself against you as he keeps up the eye contact. Your mouth falls open, letting another moan slip out. God, he's so fucking hot when he teases you.

"I want you to fuck me. Please?” Your tone gives him exactly what he wants, he can't get enough of you begging him to be inside you.

"And how exactly do you want me to do that?" His hands grope your tits, distracting you from his question. He still peers down at you, eyes burning with lust.

"O-on the counter. If that's alright." You can't help blushing at how unsure you sound as you speak, but his expression doesn't change.

"Anything you want, princess." He kisses you again, shoving his tongue in your mouth just long enough to steal your breath away. He stands, scooping you off the floor with his strong arms. He sets you on the counter, putting himself between your legs. Your feet dangle above the floor, making you feel small. He pulls at your panties, struggling to peel them from your slippery flesh. You assist him, letting them fall to the floor with a wet smacking sound. His fingers disappear between your thighs, easily slipping inside your dripping pussy.

"Oh, God." You moan, gripping Eddie's shoulders as he curls his digits perfectly.

"You're so wet for me, and not just from the faucet." He jokes, increasing his pace. Your head falls forward, mouth wide open as you continue to moan and whine. "Don't hide your pretty face from me, baby." He speaks lowly in your ear, using his free hand to put you upright.

You grin at him, lowering one of your hands to palm his dick over his underwear. He groans as you stroke him, his breath shuddering as he's already so wound up. "I need you inside me, love. We can take our time later. I can't wait anymore." You whine as you tug on his waistband, and he helps you pull his boxers down. He kicks them away, removing his fingers from you.

"Open." He orders, raising them up to your lips. You happily suck them clean, moaning at the taste. "Such a good girl for me." Eddie lays you down on the counter, kissing you tenderly. He takes hold of his length, rubbing it against your clit a few times. You both moan aloud at the sensation, and you're just about to tell him to stop teasing when he shoves himself all the way inside you.

"Fuck!" You cry out, your hands gripping the edge of the counter. Eddie holds your hips firmly, letting you adjust to him filling you up to the hilt. "You can move now一"

The sound of the oven timer going off interrupts you, signaling your pizza rolls are ready. "Shit, guess we'll have to continue this later. Unless you want dinner to burn." He's about to pull out, when you stop him.

"No!" You almost shout, and he quirks an eyebrow at you. "Just...carry me over there. We can turn the oven off and leave them in there to stay warm until we're done." You suggest hastily, not wanting to stop now. You can't, not for a damn thing. The house could go up in flames around you and you wouldn't want to stop fucking him.

"You'll do anything to keep having sex with me, won't you?" He laughs in disbelief, you really are a different kind of woman.

"Obviously.” You roll your eyes at him. “Can you please just stick to the plan?" You sit up, wrapping your arms around his neck to hang onto him. He holds your thighs, keeping himself sheathed inside you as he walks to the oven. You quickly reach behind you to shut the heat off, before holding tightly onto Eddie again. "Okay, there. No burnt pizza rolls. Now please, please continue." You lick his lips playfully, taking his bottom one between your teeth. You tug on it as you look into his eyes, letting it go and pouting at him.

"Gladly." He replies simply, slamming you against the cupboards beside the stove. He sets your ass on the counter so he won't drop you, but his grip tightens on your hips as he starts thrusting inside you roughly.

“Eddie!” Your nails dig into his back, drawing blood. He groans at the sting, fucking you faster. His dick hits your g spot just the way you like, every time you two have sex he's gotten even better at it. A knot slowly builds inside of you, tangling itself further with Eddie's every stroke. His face is buried in your neck, biting and sucking on your skin to mark you up even more than he already has. "You feel so fuckin' good, baby. Everything you do is unbelievable." You pant as you cling to him. Your praises fuel his fire, making it his mission to drive you insane. He lets your neck be, moving on to your chest again. He kisses and bites every inch of flesh he can reach, relentlessly pounding your pussy. Your bodies are slick from your water fight and newly formed sweat, making it difficult to keep a good grip on each other. Nonetheless you carry on, moaning and swearing and saying vulgar things as you go.

"You dirty little slut, begging me to fuck you in your goddamn kitchen. I bet you'd like it if I fucked you all over this house, wouldn't you?" He grunts through his thrusts, biting your nipple between his teeth as he awaits your answer.

"Fuck, yes. I can't get enough of you, baby." You moan to him, your insides burning as that knot continues to grow.

"You're so fuckin' wet for me, so tight around my dick." His words encourage you to flex your walls around him, and his pace falters. "Jesus, sweetheart. You're gonna be the death of me doin’ that." His large brown eyes bore into yours, waiting for you to clench him again. You do as he silently asks, and his breath catches in his throat. "Fuck. I'm gettin’ close, princess." He pounds into you even faster, one hand leaving your hip to rub your clit in desperate circles. Your body feels like it's fizzing, just waiting to burst.

"Yes, Eddie! Just like that…feels so good! Make me cum, baby…wanna cum all over your cock." You're practically screaming, begging him to send you over the edge. Waves of ecstasy wash over you, signaling your quickly approaching orgasm. Your heart is racing, your breath coming out fast and shallow. Eddie's just as fucked out as you are, barely hanging on as he's about to lose control.

His stomach tenses, signaling his end. "Shit, I'm cumming." He chokes out, cock pulsating as he empties into you. You feel his release coat your walls, but Eddie keeps going to drag you down with him. "C'mon, angel. Make a mess all over me." He pleads, overstimulated as he continues to thrust for your sake. You're so damn close, but you're not sure he can keep fucking you for much longer before his dick goes limp.

"I'm really close, love. Please, just一 keep going." You pant, digging your nails deeper into his back. He tries to keep himself hard enough to get you off, but it's not working. He pulls out, and you whine at the loss. But he drops to his knees and frantically licks and sucks on your dripping cunt. "Oh, fuck! Don't stop, Eddie!" It's almost frustrating how close to the proverbial edge you are, though seemingly unable to fall off of it. Tears prick your eyes, and you hold Eddie's head firmly between your legs as he continues to work you over. He sticks his tongue inside you, your hips bucking off the counter. His tongue leaves your aching hole, quickly replaced with two fingers pumping into you rapidly. He licks your clit as he hammers your pussy, pulling out all the stops to make you come undone.

"You can do it, angel. C’mon, cum for me." He coos, sucking your clit harshly between his lips. His words and final action are what finally snap the knot, knocking the wind from your lungs. You try to call his name, or scream, but no sound comes out. Your legs shake uncontrollably, and your hips buck against Eddie's face. Juices spill from you, and he drinks them all up. Your high eventually subsides, letting him free from your grip. You slump against the cupboard behind you, breath shuddering as shockwaves continue to radiate from your soaked cunt. He stands, stroking your sides carefully as he looks you over. "You were such a good girl for me, Y/N. I bet you're real hungry now." He chuckles, smiling wide as your eyes open to look at him. "You good?" He asks, concern blooming on his face.

"Mmhmm." You answer, gulping in air. "I'm fine, Eds. I was getting a little frustrated at the end there, took too long to cum." You explain breathlessly. He tuts, giving you a chaste kiss.

"My poor angel, I'm sorry. Will a beer and some pizza rolls make it better?" He holds your hands, kissing your palms to calm your pounding heart.

"Yes, that sounds amazing right now. I'm starving." You say as your stomach rumbles. He backs away from you, searching nearby drawers to locate an oven mitt. He slips on the one he finds, bending down to pull the rolls from the oven.

"If I had to describe you in one word, Y/N, it truly would be insatiable." He observes as he puts the baking sheet atop the stove. You giggle, amused that he repeatedly uses the word towards you. You'd be lying if you said you didn't absolutely adore it, and Eddie clearly means it in the best way possible, as he's the one directly benefiting from this trait.

"And you wouldn't want it any other way, baby." You hop off the counter, opening the fridge to retrieve two beers. Eddie pops them open, and the two of you stand at the stove, proceeding to devour the entire pan of pizza rolls in the nude.

To be continued...

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❤️💨🫘😳🤢🦸‍♂️for Spiderman please. Uhhhh not the Tom Holland one, the adult versions just to be clear hehe

💨: On a scale of gassiness, Peter is definitely a reticient seven. He doesn’t go around tooting his horn at all, but his Aunt May knows this (other) little secret. She thinks it’s the sweetest thing her nephew is so polite, but she always makes sure there’s Gas X, ginger ale, and mint around the house to settle his poor stomach. She also definitely makes sure Mary Jane is in on it once Peter moves out, so even at ESU, he’s well stocked with remedies for his tummy troubles. MJ is super subtle about it, making sure he doesn’t realize she knows until he’s ready to tell her (mostly because he’d be mortified if he know his aunt told his crush all about how he’s not actually an avid tuba player, and in fact has never even owned the instrument). Peter’s actually more shy with friends and family than strangers, mostly because he finds his loud gas so embarrassing, but also because he doesn’t want to worry anyone with his stomach problems.

🫘: Peter and beans have a dangerous, odiferous affair going. He knows he shouldn’t touch them in any form, but in one of the culinary capitals of the world, how can he resist refried beans, bean dip, bean chips, and all the forms it takes that have Peter swinging home tooting like a tugboat? They just smell so good going in? How can they stink so much coming out? Yes, they require a retreat to a fortress of solitude (his bedroom at May’s, the dorm room at peak party times so Harry’s out, or his apartment), but the taste makes it worth it. He pines, he perishes (mostly because he’s a little afraid Triple J will declare Spidey a gaseous menace).

😳: When you’re gassy like Peter, you definitely have a few embarrassing farts in your memory banks. But there only one that can be decreed the worst.

It was Peter’s first college party at ESU, in the extreme ostentatious Alpha Mu Pi mansion on campus. The place was cavernous, with no doors clearly marked and most of the freshman being as clueless to the layout as he was. This was very bad, because his nerves had driven him to packing in the chips and bean dip abandoned in the corner. And after about fifteen chips, Peter’s stomach was bubbling. He was sure it was brewing something nasty.

His lack of direction led him to a door another random guy thought might be the bathroom. Instead, as Peter flung the door open and saw two guys making out, he let out a *BBBBBBRRRRRRbbbbbblllllrllllrllrllllllBBBBB!* that rang out louder than the music pumping on the stereo. Everyone was looking at him, including the gay couple, one of whom happened to be Rodney Worth, the starting quarterback who just transferred from Crofton University.

Peter and his fart had just accidentally outed the quarterback to a packed frat party. For weeks, he hung his head in shame, especially as the news hit the school paper. He not only embarrassed himself, he’d ruined some poor guy’s life (I’m partly picturing the Spideyverses of the past films, so it’s technically always the 2000s/early 2010s in their universe; i.e. Rodney would NOT be in for a fun time). He finally sighed, gathered up his courage, and went to Rodney to apologize.

He found Rodney under a tree in the quad, openly reading James Joyce to his boyfriend. “Can I talk to you, Rodney,” Peter asked nervously. The broad shouldered football player nodded and stood up, following Pete a few steps away.

“I’m really sorry for outing you,” Peter said. “It was an accident, but I know that doesn’t make things better, so I’m just plain sorry that the news spread so much, and-”

“Sorry,” Rodney said, perplexed. “I’ve been wanting to thank you. I’m finally free to be who I am, and fuck anyone who thinks badly of it. Because of you, I’m not burdened by any secrets. I’m gay and proud.”

“Oh,” Peter said, surprised. “Well, that’s great. I’m glad there was a positive side for you.”

“Do me a favor, though,” Rodney asked with a grin. “Lay off the bean dip, okay?”

❤️: Peter was downright terrified to fart in front of MJ. He was afraid one toot would be the thing to make her snap out of dating him and remember him as a geeky neighbor boy instead of a boyfriend. He held it pretty steadfastly…until one night when they end up on the coach together watching a movie - and the popcorn mixed in his belly with the bean chips he ate as a quick snack. Peter shifted, ready to head for the bathroom - just as she rested her head on his shoulder and wrapped her arm around his waist. She looked up at him, and her eyes made him want to melt. “I’m so glad we get a night to ourselves,” she said. “No urgent crimes to interrupt, no crazy missions, or jacked up supervillains. Just you and me.”

“Same,” Peter squeaked, his voice breaking from nerves.

“Are you alright,” MJ asked. “You look kinda feverish. Can you still get sick?”

“I’m fine,” Peter protested. “Just…happy. Content. Can’t believe how lucky I am.”

“Yeah…okay,” MJ said. “If you’re sure.”

“Sure as shootin’,” Peter heard himself say, and blushed. Where the hell did come from? At least his embarrassing little problems is under wraps-

*PrrrrrooooooBLLLPBLLPBLLP!*

“Oh, God, MJ, I’m so sorry, I can’t believe I-”

“Finally showed me your tuba playing,” MJ snarked, giggling.

Peter pouted. “Just for that, I’m gonna point out you toot in your sleep,” he groused.

“Aw, Pete,” she said. “Is it really bad? There’s some ginger ale in the fridge I can get you.”

“…Okay,” Peter agreed. “But if I have to fart more, will you still cuddle me?”

“Duh,” MJ said. “Just stand up if you have to shoot webs out of your butt, because I just bought this couch from Pottery Barn.”

“…I love you,” he said, giving her puppy dog eyes. “And I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to be sor- Oh, my God, that’s vile! Talk about silent but violent. Apology accepted! …Now come back here, I’m cold.”

🤢: Peter is very easily grossed out by certain people’s farts. Certain people being Flash Thompson on a power trip farting in his general direction. Other than that example of fart torture (not really my scene), Peter is sorta ambivalent to farts. Well, the one exception is when he sneaks up on criminals and one of them farts in surprise. That cracks him up. He’s definitely as much of a worrier as his friends are about him, and happily give out tummy rubs and forehead kisses to any of his girlfriends who are gassy for whatever reason, but especially period cramps.

🦸‍♂️: He doesn’t fart web. That said, his sudden bean intolerance only came after he was bitten by the spider. Before that, he didn’t struggle with any food. There have been times the resulting farts propelled him forward by a few extra centimeters as he swings through the city, so the gas has also definitely gotten more powerful since he became super. It’s as if the bite gave him extra protein farts as a consequence of his newly developed bod.

#eprocto #eproctophilia #gassy guy #farts #p3t3r park3r #marv3l

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My Record Store...

This was my record store in Charleston, West Virginia. It is closing. The owners are retiring. It breaks my heart, but at the same time it stirs up great memories and nostalgia.

It's 1979, a young and innocent Tim (yeah, 10 or 11 year old me) convinced his mother to stop at Budget Tapes and Records. I needed to get the latest Bad Company album. Hey, "Rock and Roll Fantasy" was a good song, but I can't say I was impressed by much of the rest of the album. My record kept skipping, so I took it back, got another and it skipped too. One of the kind folks at Budget suggested I go to the audio store a few doors down and get a new needle for my fairly cheap stereo system. I did and it worked. No more skipping.

It was the start of some special memories. I got my first Iron Maiden record there. The "Maiden Japan" live EP. Very quickly afterwards I was grabbing everything else Iron Maiden had released up to that point. Picked up my first Motorhead album there, too.

This would be my record store of choice up until around 1990 when I moved out of state after college for a job.

Once I had my driver's license I stopped there at least once a week. It got to be where one of the main employees, John, would see me come in and yell "Hey Timmmmm, we just got something in that I think you'll like..." He was pretty much always right. I remember him playing the promo copies of "Electric" by the Cult and "Nothing's Shocking" by Jane's Addiction to me. I bought the promo copy of that Cult album on the cheap when they were done playing it in the store a few months later. I think I still have it stashed away somewhere. By the way, John still works there, has been for 48 years, but that will be ending once they close on March 3rd.

I met some cool people there while browsing for records. One dude a friend and I bumped into in the metal import section began raving about a band called Celtic Frost... before we left the store parking lot we hopped in his back seat and he blasted the song "Dethroned Emperor" to us. I just remember looking at my buddy and saying "Holy shit!" Blew me away.

Another time I bumped into the "other guy." It seems that between me and this other guy, we would be the ones who usually bought the latest heavy metal import albums. But for a long time we didn't know that. Once we met and started talking we became friends. We would record a cassette tape for each other of the albums we got that the other didn't have.

So many good memories from a place that's been around nearly as long as I have been alive.

But it will all be ending in a few days. Another piece of my past crumbling away into the dust of memories.

I can still hear this dude yelling "Timmmmm, you gotta check this new album out we just got in..."

Those were good days.

#big low t #my record store #charleston #west virginia #budget tapes & records

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brokehorrorfan · 3 months ago

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A Simple Plan will be released on 4K Ultra HD and Blu-ray on November 19 via Arrow Video. Matt Griffin designed the new cover art for the 1998 Academy Award nominee; the original poster is on the reverse side.

Sam Raimi (The Evil Dead) directs the neo-noir crime thriller from a script by Scott B. Smith (The Ruins), based on his own 1993 novel of the same name. Bill Paxton, Billy Bob Thornton, and Bridget Fonda star.

The film has been newly remastered in 4K from the original negative, approved by Raimi, with Dolby Vision and original DTS-HD MA 5.1 surround audio and lossless stereo audio. Special features are listed below, where you can also see more of the packaging.

Special features:

Audio commentary by critics Glenn Kenny and Farran Smith Nehme (new)

Audio commentary by production designer Patrizia von Brandenstein with filmmaker Justin Beahm (new)

Interview with cinematographer Alar Kivilo (new)

Interview with actor Becky Ann Baker (new)

Interview with actor Chelcie Ross (new)

On-set interviews with Sam Raimi, Bill Paxton, Billy Bob Thornton, Jane Fonda, and producer Jim Jacks

Behind-the-scenes footage

Theatrical trailer

Booklet with new writing on the film by Bilge Ebiri and an excerpt from John Kenneth Muir's book The Unseen Force: The Films of Sam Raimi

Hank Mitchell (Bill Paxton) and his wife Sarah (Bridget Fonda) have big dreams and a baby on the way, but are stuck in the small Minnesota town where Hank grew up alongside his sweet but naive brother Jacob (Billy Bob Thornton). One day while walking in the woods, Hank, Jacob, and Jacob’s friend Lou (Brent Briscoe) discover a small plane buried in the snow, with a dead pilot inside… and a duffel bag containing over $4 million in cash. It’s a once-in-a-lifetime chance to grasp the American dream in one fell swoop, if they can just keep it a secret – but Hank soon learns that keeping that secret will come at a terrible cost.

Pre-order A Simple Plan.

#a simple plan #sam raimi #Bill Paxton #Billy Bob Thornton #Bridget Fonda #arrow video #dvd #gift #scott smith #matt griffin #neo noir #crime thriller #90s movies #1990s movies

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wildkrattsvillainsvlog · 4 months ago

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Any songs you guys like? 🫶

Zach: Honestly, if I had to choose a specific one, it'd be "Never Too Late" by Three Days Grace.

Donita: Hmm. I have a few. But my current favorite song is Quarto de Hotel.

Dabio: I think mine is "Tarzan & Jane" from Toy-Box.

Gourmand: I'm not one for favorites.

Paisley: I'll have to go with "Up!" by Shania Twain.

Rex: Gimme one sec. *blasts Polkamania on a stereo* POLKAMANIA BY WEIRD AL YANKOVIC!

#paisley paver #rex wild kratts #wild kratts #dabio wild kratts #donita donata #zach varmitech

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kinetic-elaboration · 4 months ago

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July 22: D/J, Thunderstorm

Daria/Jane, ~850 words, 28 minutes

The storm is still just black clouds on the horizon but the rain has already begun, so steady and quiet that Jane can barely hear it over the music from her stereo, when the phone starts ringing. No one else picks up. So she scrambles around on the floor until she finds the cordless, which she dropped down there last night, late, after the longest conversation she's ever had about nothing at all.

"Yo."

"You've got to get me out of here."

Her sketchbook's propped open on her knees, and she smiles down at it, just halfway. The words are dire, the voice that says them even and emotionless.

"Who is it this time? Sister? Mother? Father? D, all of the above?"

"Aunt," Daria answers. "Rita's boyfriend dumped her and her house is being fumigated."

Jane raises an eyebrow. "Is the boyfriend a giant cockroach?"

"Yes."

"Mmm." She's been playing Radiohead on repeat all day; it's that kind of weather, that kind of mood. She reaches back to turn the volume down just a little. "You can always hide out here." A moment's pause, uncertain, the corner of her lip pulled in hard between her teeth. "We could do that thing again." Coward's move, not being able to say it. But it's more than Daria has managed in almost forty-eight hours now.

A long silence stretches out over the line. "We could," she answers.

"We don't have to," Jane adds, quick, and too bright, because she can't read in those two syllables—so carefully formed, not a single crack or hint of emotion in them—what her best friend might be thinking, and that's so odd for her it makes her stomach feel like it's flipping right over in the middle of her.

But I'd like to.

"I can be over in a few minutes," Daria says, and hangs up.

Jane hides her sketchbook in the drawer next to her bed and stands up and tells herself they'll watch whatever's on TV and maybe talk about Rita and Barksdale sisters' drama and whatever was up with that cockroach guy, he sounds like a real prize. And that the rest was an aberration. And that she has to stop thinking about it, and thinking about it, and thinking about it.

She doesn't put on her boots, just walks downstairs in her sockfeet. Already she can hear the rain picking up, a distant rumble of thunder that crashes overhead for a long, long time. She glances out and up through the window, sees heavy storm clouds scudding in closer over the trees.

When the doorbell rings, she opens the door right away.

Daria's standing on the other side, drenched beneath a heavy downpour of rain. Her hair is flat and dripping, her clothes waterlogged, her eyes invisible behind her rain-splattered glasses. Behind her, a crack of lightning breaks up the clouds, sizzles through them with a flash of electric-light.

"It was just drizzling when I left," she says, as if this were any sort of excuse at all.

Jane laughs. "You look like a wet rat."

Daria's brows furrow, that sharp, angry V between them that Jane's always thought is more cute than anything, and she answers, "Thank you for that helpful commentary. Aren't you going to let me in?"

"Oh, no, I changed my mind, I think you should—"

She can't get the last words out. Daria grabs her by the wrist and yanks her over the threshold. The rain's coming down so hard, needle sharp and cold and she shivers through her socks from the chill of the pavement and the near-winter shock of it, that she's half as drenched as Daria in about three seconds. And dammit if she doesn't even care.

Because Daria hasn't let go of her wrist. They're standing almost nose to nose out here.

The first, last, and only time they've been this close was right before they kissed, right before Jane kissed her, standing upstairs in the middle of her bedroom after school. It's Daria who leans in first this time, so fast she misses on her first try, and gets the side of Jane's mouth instead. The second one lands right, lands perfect, and Jane's fingers tangle up in her wet hair, thumbs sliding along the wet skin of her cheeks. She's so out of breath from the cold of the rain and the unexpected insistence of this girl, pressing forward, her hands at Jane's waist, that it's all she can do to just hold on. Just hold on.

"You know we could be doing this inside," Jane mumbles, right up against Daria’s mouth. She almost can't hear herself over the sound of heavy rain against pavement, the constant white-noise sheen of it pouring down.

"Too late now," Daria whispers back—which strikes Jane as so funny that nervous, manic laughter starts bubbling up in her. Too late now. They're already soaked so what else could happen? Only a lightning strike right where they’re standing. Which is what this already feels like. Like lighting that has somehow struck twice.

#daria #daria mtv #daria x jane #daria morgendorffer x jane lane #mine #my writing #my daria fic #the year 2024 #2024: free write #when i say self-indulgent this is what i mean #this took way too long and 90% of that time was figuring out under what circumstances they could kiss in the rain #and then most of it is circumstances and not kiss #problematic of me #also my original idea was introspective t/j stuff so

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Eddie/Hotdude Official Megathread!

(This is based on this post I made a while ago, shoutout to @bunk12bear for suggesting the format!)

(I know the formatting is a bit weird because of how tumblr is posting it, but it’s much clearer/cleaner over here on ao3! But generally I think it works better on desktop than mobile...)

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Eddie/Hotdude Official Megathread!

TheNumberOneBanished 8hr ago

Ok everyone, this is the official megathread to discuss this post from Eddie. Mods have decided it’s been too crazy in here and it needs to be compressed.

If you missed it, although I don’t see HOW at this point, Eddie and a man (who was named by fans in the 90s as Hotdude Inthebackground) have apparently been engaged since 1989 and were among the first same sex couples to get married in Indiana this morning. Hotdude has previously been assumed to be part of their security but *shrug* looks like we were wrong. We’ve been overwhelmed with posts on the subject so keep it in this ONE PLACE please from now on.

Bots and mods will be on patrol to mute/ban where necessary. Don’t be fucking rude.

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EddiesGirl 8hr ago

Are we sure it’s not a joke?

---mrboombastic 8hr ago

Yes baby we’re sure

---EddiesGirl 8hr ago

How though?

---mrboombastic 7hr ago

They’ve never joked about anything like this, sex and sexuality

is probably the one thing they’ve always been super serious

about. Guess this is why.

---user37397564397569 8hr ago

U mad?

---EddiesGirl 7hr ago

Just not sure I believe it

throwawayfuckeddie 7hr ago

burning all my cc shit right now man. don’t need a fucking fag on my car stereo. fuck eddie.

---Mycoffinisfineactually 7hr ago

They still have your money, dude. But sure, go ahead and destroy

all your shit.

---throwawayfuckeddie 7hr ago

fuck you too.

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---frogger75 8hr ago

You kiss your mother with that mouth?

---lokisbabe 8hr ago

What the fuck?

---allthegoodnamesweretaken 7hr ago

That’s…an interesting threat? I think?

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---freakmeup 6hr ago

Digging your own grave here. Just stop.

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---seven8nine 5hr ago

No way you could fit your entire truck up there

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pussyfromaboywithcatears 7hr ago

Do we even know Hotdude’s real name? I mean I doubt Eddie’s going to be Mr. Inthebackground from now on?

---bornindenial 7hr ago

I don’t think so? Someone on twitter said Eddie used the name

‘Steve’ literally one time when they were at a signing and Hotdude was the

one who came to the table. No proof though.

---pussyfromaboywithcatears 7hr ago

Strange thing to wait until NOW to mention. Also, Steve?

Generic af. My money’s on that being a lie and ‘Steve’ was the first name

they thought of.

---babygotfront 7hr ago

Eddie’s got the name ‘Dustin’ tatted on his leg?

---pussyfromaboywithcatears 6hr ago

Along with about eight or nine others, so unless we’re also

thinking Hotdude’s name is also either Jane or Erica, I don’t think

that makes sense.

---lokisbabe 6hr ago

Twitter right now is saying Steve and this tracks for me. Eddie’s got

that big S tattoo on his ring finger.

---frogger75 6hr ago

Did he not saying that stood for ‘sucking dick’?

---EddiesGirl 6hr ago

When did he say that? Like is he even really gay?

---Mycoffinisfineactually 6hr ago

sweetie he’s been out a long time, its time to move on

---indianaguy 5hr ago

I knew eddie in highschool and that is absolutely something

he’d get a tattoo of.

---mrboombastic 5hr ago

My guy. Check your fucking yearbook rn to see if Hotdude in

there.

---sevendogsinatrenchcoat 5hr ago

No way to verify, Eddie never graduated, ergo no yearbook.

Got his GED in 98.

---mrboombastic 5hr ago

We get yearbooks every year but yeah you’re right, too

hard to verify

---freakmeup 5hr ago

Ignore this guy, he’s always on all the conspiracy boards

claiming wild shit about. Russian invasions and monsters.

Says the earthquake that gave Eddie that scar on his face was

an evil wizard. The band themselves have renounced him as a

fan.

---indianaguy 4hr ago

Fuck you you fucking sheep

---freakmeup 3hr ago

Baaaaaa

CallMeByYourMothersName 5hr ago

holy fuck HOLY FUCK everyone needs to watch this video right now. Eddie blowing a kiss to the side of the stage at MSG and if you turn up the brightness HOTDUDE IS THERE AND HE CATCHES IT

---ninebrassmonkeys 5hr ago

Oh shit that’s cute

---ninebrassmonkeys01 4hr ago

I have a bone to pick with you

---burningmanwasboring 5hr ago

Oh shit that’s cute, indeed

Chesticles03 5hr ago

Does this mean Lollipop is about Hotdude’s dick?

---pissbaby75 5hr ago

…yes I believe it does

---showmeyourfeet 5hr ago

lol you’re right it probably does

---drumbitch98 5hr ago

There’s a video of Hotdude wearing a Lollipop shirt at a meet and

greet! Eddie told the person recording that it was a merch sample

that never got made!

---pissbaby75 5hr ago

I’ve seen this video omg wait let me find it I’m sure it’s on

youtube

pissbaby75 4hr ago

HERE is the video of Hotdude in the scrapped Lollipop merch and I swear at 1:23 he SAYS HIS NAME. Headphones on full volume. This was from 2002. Whoa.

---CaptionBot

Here are the captions for this video!

“Hi guys thanks for coming”

“I’m so excited to meet you, your music saved my life”

“Awesome to hear that man, glad you’re still around. Is this the

shirt you brought to get signed?”

“Yes please. I think all the Lollipop merch get sold out already but

this one is awesome too”

“I’ll pass it on to Will our designer, thank you. There was only

samples made for

Lollipop stuff *laughing sounds* They said looked too much like a

dick to sell. (Steve?) back there has the only actual one. Here you

go, enjoy the show tonight!”

“Did you call me?”

“Oh my god Hotdude! Hi!”

“Uh, hey?”

---Chesticles03 4hr ago

STEVE!!!!!!!!!! He definitely does say Steve!

---interestingreaction 4hr ago

The tattoo of the S on his hand. It all makes sense now.

---jackskullboy 4hr ago

As much fun as the story he tells about it being about his love for

sucking dick is, I agree that this is a better fit

CorrodedCorpse 4hr ago

Hotdude has an E tattoo! Repeat! Hotdude has an E tattoo! This video of him in shorts lifting an amp into a van is grainy because hey, cellphones in the mid 00s, right? But the tat on his left leg has a very definite E shape. Props to tumblr for spotting this one.

---punchanazi 4hr ago

How is it that we’re literally only clocking this now?

---CorrodedCorpse 4hr ago

He’s also topless. We were not focusing on anything but

Hotdude without a shirt

on.

---punchanazi 3hr ago

Valid.

EddiesGirl 3hr ago

There’s been nothing posted online since. I still don’t think this is for real if he hasn’t posted a follow up.

---coffinfucker 3hr ago

How does that logic work?

---EddiesGirl 3hr ago

Well wouldn’t you be posting your wedding day for everyone to

see?

---coffinfucker 3hr ago

He kept it secret since the 80’s and you think now is when

that’ll change? We were lucky to even get this. There was more

info about Beyonce’s first trimester on Blue Ivy than there was about

this relationship until literally 10 hours ago.

---EddiesGirl 2hr ago

I just think he owes us more of an explanation. We’re the ones

paying his bills.

---Mycoffinisfineactually 3hr ago

I think you should log off

---EddiesGirl 3hr ago

Why? Because I want to know why he’s lied to us for so long

he’s not the person I thought he was if he’s been lying about

being in a relationship for so long.

---Mycoffinisfineactually 3hr ago

*facepalm*

---EddiesGirl 2hr ago

If you’re ok with supporting someone who has the capacity

for such a huge lie then fine. Some of us are on discord

writing an open letter about it.

---Mycoffinisfinactually 1hr ago

oh my god of course you are

allaboutthatbass 3hr ago

Is this Hotdude in this video? In the yellow? Is someone calling him Harry?

Edit: sorry, new to this. LINK

---showmeyourfeet 3hr ago

You forgot the link, champ

---allaboutthatbass 3hr ago

Sorry, fixed it.

---ozzyozzy 3hr ago

That’s Hotdude! It doesn’t sound like Harry though. More like ‘Here,

Tony’. Is his name Tony?

---CallMeByYourMothersName 3hr ago

No we’ve figured out it’s Steve, but you’re right that there’s two

parts to whatever he’s being called. Surname maybe?

---thedoctordonna 3hr ago

He looks great in yellow

---pissbaby75 3hr ago

He looks fuckin great in yellow

---milestellme 3hr ago

Definitely his colour

---daisiesonyournightstand 2hr ago