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Tape 3 - Anything For His Girl | Eddie Munson

— Part 3 of The Box Set [part 1 | part 2]

✧ Leading up to the taping of the final movie, feelings between you and Eddie become much harder to ignore.

word count: 14.2k | rating: explicit | content warnings: food, fluff, pet names, swearing, drinking, drunkenness, sexual content (phone sex, shower sex, mutual masturbation, anal sex (+fingering & plugs), blow jobs, hand jobs, face sitting, spanking)

(ps if u don't read this right away, i don't blame u. it's so long. more notes at the bottom <3)

Eddie thinks that he’s maybe, possibly, just a little bit in love with you. He shouldn’t be. The rational part of his brain that still remains after years of smoking weed says it’s too soon to be in love. And quite honestly, he doesn’t really know what it even feels like.

But with you pressed against his body, lightly snoring in your deep sleep, Eddie feels content. Like maybe this is what life is all about. Not sex, not drugs, but intimate moments with people who feel like sunshine.

That’s you.

Sunshine and happiness. An unexpected light in Eddie’s life he didn’t know was missing. All those years of fucking with no feeling. Going through the motions, getting hard and turned on just because of a pretty body on a pretty girl. Just when he felt like he’d hit his limit, you came along and ignited something new. This new fire in his belly that’s only lit for you.

Now he doesn’t just get hard because he thinks you’re pretty, he gets hard because you’re you. Because you’re funny and boisterous. Everyone can’t help but have their eyes on you when you walk into the room. You put him in his place when he’s being a jerk. You analyze croissants like you’re some kind of pastry chef and you like blueberry cream cheese on your bagels. And you’re just so, so sweet.

He wants to learn everything about you. What kind of music do you really like? What did you study in college? Did you go to college? Why did you get into porn? Do you prefer dogs or cats? Do you shower in the morning or at night? Actually, Eddie thinks he might know that answer. You’re not a morning person, therefore you probably don’t get up early enough to shower in the morning.

You must also love naps. Eddie’s been awake for an hour before you wake up. He’s not really a napper, but he tried because it meant being in bed with you. All soft and warm, memorizing the curves of your body against his.

The afternoon sun has shifted, leaving your room in its mid-day darkness. Your eyes blink open and Eddie’s elbow is propped on the pillow. He’s looking down at you, wild curls sticking up and out of his head.

“Have a nice sleep, angel?” He traces swirls over your shoulder.

“Mhm,” you suppress a giggle.

Eddie frowns. “What’s so funny?”

You cover your grin with your hand. “Nothin’. Your hair’s just goofy looking.”

Eddie pretends to be offended. “You’re calling me goofy looking?”

“I said your hair is goofy looking.”

“Maybe I should have a shower, then. Then you’ll really see how goofy my hair looks when it’s wet. Resembles that of a wet poodle.”

You laugh. “Now, this I’m dying to see.”

“Alright, I’ll shower,” he pauses, calculating what he wants to say next. “Everyone’s showers are so different, though. Wouldn’t want to go breaking faucets or anything,” Eddie’s tone is suggestive. It’s bold, given you’ve only had sex for work, and you two are…what are you now?

Regardless, he’s not even asking for sex in the shower. He just wants to wash your hair and spend some time with you without a dozen other eyes on you.

“I’ll help you, lover boy.”

Lover boy, huh? Nancy called him that, too. You tear your sheets off and hop out of bed. You slip your feet into the bunny slippers Robin got you as a joke. Jokes on her though, because they’re your favorite slippers. Eddie follows you into the only bathroom in the apartment, perky and peachy ass on perfect display for him.

“I didn’t take you as a bunny slipper kind of gal,” Eddie comments as you flick on the bathroom light.

“Oh, yeah. These are my 5th pair,” you reply. Eddie can’t tell if you’re serious. He wouldn’t put it past you. And normally he’d think bunny slippers are absolutely stupid and girly and childish. But not on you. They’re perfect on you. Yeah. He’s in love. Just a little bit, he reminds himself.

“I’m kidding,” you say. “Robin got them for me as a joke. But I love them.”

“Of course you do,” Eddie observes you pushing back the shower curtain.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You cross your arms.

“Nothing bad, angel,” Eddie cups your elbows. “I think it’s adorable.”

“Adorable, huh?” You chew the inside of your lip. Why does being called adorable piss you off? “What if I wanna be sexy?”

“You are,” Eddie says without hesitation. So naturally, unintentionally sexy it drives him batty.

“Really?” You unclasp your bra.

“Oh, yeah. You don’t even have to try, sweetheart. You just- fuck,” Eddie sighs, your beautiful breasts making it too fucking difficult to think. “I didn’t ask you in here so we could fuck.”

It suddenly got a whole lot colder in the bathroom. “You didn’t?”

“No, I mean— yes, I want to, but I also just wanna… just wanna get to see you without other people watchin’ us .”

Oh.

“Wanna… wanna wash your hair and tell you how pretty I think you are.”

You grin. “Water doesn’t stay hot for very long.”

Eddie shrugs. “I’ll take what I can get.”

Eddie’s hands are on your scalp, scratching and massaging, and it’s hypnotizing. Sudsy water is dripping down your body and you know Eddie said he didn’t want you in the shower just to have sex with you, but you feel like it’s an opportune time to tell him what you want.

“Eddie?” You hum.

“Yes, sweetheart?” Eddie answers. There’s that pet name again.

“Can I…” you trail off. “Can I tell you something?”

“Anything.” Tell me you like me. Tell me you feel the same way. Tell me I’m not crazy.

You turn around, Eddie’s hands falling from your hair as you do so. Water droplets are dripping from his nose. His bangs are pushed back and his hair is sopping wet. He does look a bit like a wet poodle. He’s an adorable poodle, though.

“I think,” you hesitate and take a deep breath. “I think I want it in the ass.”

Eddie chokes on his spit. He blinks at you, lips sputtering and struggling to say coherent words. “H-have… have you ever?”

You shake your head. “Thought maybe you could… just open me up a bit?”

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie mutters. Do you have any idea what you’re doing to him? His cock begins to stiffen, just imagining himself being inside your tight hole. He’s gotta get you ready, though. Go slow with you. Ease you into it.

“If you don’t wanna-”

“No, I want to, Y/N,” Eddie cuts you off. “Do you have any lube?”

“No, but I’ve stuck a finger in before. Can you just try? If it’s too much, I’ll tell you to stop?”

“Yeah, yeah. Okay, baby.” He can’t believe you’re asking of him. He can’t believe a lot of things right now. Like the fact that he’s with you, outside of the studio. Here, in your shower, running his hands down your perfect, soft body. Eddie thinks part of him must be broken. He’s never gone home with a co-star because he’s never felt the desire to spend more time with them. But it’s been clear from the first day on set that you’re nothing like everyone else.

Eddie cups your pert asscheeks and leans down to kiss you. You smell so clean and lovely, lips slippery from the water. He massages your bum, eliciting a heady groan from your throat. You wrap your arms around his neck, fingers tugging at his roots.

Eddie’s kissing you differently— it’s slow and practiced. Sort of like it’s your first real kiss with each other. No eyes, no cameras, no stage lights. It’s just the two of you. Eddie’s hand creeps between your cheeks, pressing the pad of his middle finger against your puckered hole. Your head falls to his shoulder, relaxing into his touch. “I can take it,” you say before kissing his skin.

Eddie groans, cock getting harder by the second and eases his finger into you. You let out a steady breath, hot air tickling his skin. He’s gentle and slow, especially cautious since you’re not using any lube. His finger is thicker than yours and you’re just so tight around him. You take his cock in your hand, running over his spongy tip with your thumb. “F-fuck, baby girl. You like my finger in your ass?”

“Yes,” you breathe. “Want more.” You pump his cock slowly and he’s so damn thankful for the relief. Eddie buries his finger all the way past his knuckle, making your knees feel wobbly. You’re scratching at his shoulder, no doubt leaving red marks on his pale skin. He curls his finger inside of you and your eyes flutter closed. “Oh, oh. Eddie, I—”

“Too much?” Eddie stills.

“Ngh. No. Keep going.” You hold onto him tighter. Your cheek’s pressed to his chest and you couldn’t possibly get any closer. The water is starting to get cold. You’ve been in long enough. Robin is going to kill you over the water bill.

Eddie kisses your soapy forehead and wiggles his finger inside of you. He can feel you loosening up and his cock is alive and throbbing beneath your hand. “You’re doing so well, angel. Opening up so nicely. You gonna let me be the first one inside your pretty little ass?”

“Yes, yes, please.” You’re a mewling little mess, feeling stimulated in a way you’ve never been before. You’re eager to take more, to be stretched more. Your wrist is moving up and down Eddie’s thick cock, thumb massaging the crown with each pass. You’re too good, far too good at giving handjobs. It’s like you don’t even have to think about it, you just do it. And with Eddie swirling his finger inside of your tight hole, you quickly start to lose any semblance you thought you had. Eddie’s tummy contracts, a strong indicator that he’s going to cum soon. It’s like he’s back in high school when he’s with you.

“Gonna have to wait, pretty girl,” Eddie hisses when you cup his balls. “Gah- fuck. Need you to start with a plug. Get some lube for you. Bein’ such a good girl for me, though.”

You clench around Eddie’s finger, shivering not only from the cold water raining down on you but whatever sensation is running through your bones. Eddie’s cumming on your belly and you didn’t even know he was nearing his release. You’re both uttering each other’s names and profanities like it’s a promise you intend to keep. Once his cock stops throbbing, you wrap your arms around Eddie, face pressing against his chest. Eddie takes his finger out of you and shuts off your water.

You’re trembling against him and he fears it was too much. He did something wrong. He hurt you. He grabs your light blue towel off of the rack and wraps it around your back. “Sweetheart. Are you okay?”

You nod weakly. “’m okay. J-just not used to that.”

“I know,” Eddie soothes, running his hands up and down your arms.

“Didn’t mean to get all worked up.” You haven’t let go of Eddie yet. You don’t want to let go. You think that if you do, you’ll just collapse in the tub.

“You did perfectly, angel,” Eddie kisses your head. “Let’s get you back to your room, yeah?”

“‘Kay,” you murmur.

Eddie guides you out of the tub carefully. You tell him there’s a spare towel in the cabinet. You sit on the toilet seat, watching him while he dries off. Lean muscles flex in his arms as he shakes the towel through his poodle hair. The tattoo on his pec is some sort of zombie face or something. And it’s not all black, either. It’s sort of blueish-gray. He also has a collection of bats on his forearm. You wonder what their significance is, if there is any.

He wraps the towel around his waist and smirks when he sees you staring. “You like what you see, sweetheart?”

Your cheeks bloom with heat. You hate being called out, even though you know he’s just teasing. “You already know the answer to that question,” you stand, slipping your feet into your slippers. You toss your head down to wrap your towel around your head. Sauntering out of the bathroom without so much of another word, Eddie wonders if he does know the answer to his question.

Do you really find him attractive? Do you like him for more than just his body and his specialized set of skills? The more he thinks about his profession and what he wants in life, he finds himself doubting if he’s actually a decent guy to spend time with. Does he have a nice personality? If you ask Steve, he’ll say it depends on the day. They don’t have a lot in common, but they both started at the same time and they eventually became friends. Sometimes Eddie feels like Steve is the only true friend he has.

But then he looks at you, rummaging through your drawers with just a towel on your head and humming a song to yourself, and he thinks maybe that’s not completely true. You’ve never officially put a label on what you two are, but Eddie thinks that you’ve at least reached friend status.

He meets you at your dresser and just about has a heart attack when he sees what book is sitting on the corner. No fucking way. You’re pulling out your undergarments, completely unaware that Eddie is falling, falling, falling further in love with you. “You’re-” he clears his throat. “You’re reading Lord of The Rings?”

You hop into your underwear. “Oh, yeah,” you say as clasp your bra. “About a third of the way through.”

“Do you like it?”

“Yeah, but I can only read so much at a time, just a lot of world-building, ya know? Plus, I’ve been a little preoccupied with… everything. I didn’t even go to DnD this past week,” you turn to go to your closet.

“DnD as in Dungeons & Dragons?” Eddie stands dumbfounded. Surely, he didn’t hear you correctly. There is no possible way that you also read Tolkien and play Dungeons and Dragons. Did Eddie actually do something good in his life to receive this gift from God?

You put on a pair of light-wash jeans (your signature look in Eddie’s opinion) and throw on a cream turtleneck. “Um, yeah,” you answer hesitantly. “I know, I’m such a nerd. Robin says it’s not exactly ‘boner material’,” you chuckle, thinking about her saying those words. “Totally understand if you think I’m completely lame-”

“No,” Eddie interrupts. You could never, ever be lame. “I’m a DM. Have my own club and everything.”

“No, you don’t!” You say in disbelief. Eddie Munson, infamous pornstar, is a Dungeon Master?

“I do,” Eddie confirms. “It’s called Hellfire. We meet on Fridays. You should…would you um, would you want to join this week's session?”

“Seriously? Your group would be okay with that?”

“I’m the DM so the only person who needs to be okay with it is me and me says yes.” Eddie puts on the clothes that he came in. “We just started a new campaign so it’s perfect timing.”

Spending more time with Eddie outside of the studio can go one of two ways. You promised Robin you wouldn’t let yourself get hurt. But the truth is, you can no longer promise that to her or yourself. You fear your heart is already in his hands. So what if this might end in heartbreak? Can’t you just enjoy this now, for what it is?

“I’d love to,” you tell him. He beams a smile at you so wide, you forget all of the reasons why you might’ve said no.

Eddie drives you back to the studio to retrieve your car. The morning shoot feels like ages ago. So much has happened since he brought you that blueberry bagel. Since he claimed you as his on camera. Not only has he learned that you read Tolkien and play Dungeons & Dragons but he laid in bed with you and felt at peace. Only you, with your addiction to croissants and lemon and ginger tea, could make a restless heart like his want to settle down.

“Call me later?” You ask through the rolled-down window.

“‘Course,” Eddie says a little too quickly.

“Okay,” you lean further into his car, feet coming off of the cement. Eddie leans over the center console and gives you the kiss you were secretly hoping for. It’s simple, nothing theatrical about it. Just two lips pressed together gently like it’s a kiss goodbye before each of you goes off to work. You feel yourself slipping further into his car and you have to prop your hands on the door to keep from falling in. You don’t mean to pull away from Eddie, but your ribs hurt from being pressed against the open window. “Okay,” you giggle. “I’ve kept you long enough.”

There’s no such thing. “You got a hot date or something?” Eddie and his big mouth, always talking before he thinks.

“Oh, yeah,” you tease. “Going to the diner Robin works at and gonna heckle her for free fries and a strawberry milkshake.”

Eddie laughs. “I could buy you lunch, you know.”

You suggest taking him up on his offer. A little more time with Eddie couldn't hurt, right? But there are some pressing things you need to speak to Robin about, even if it’s during her work hours. “That’s okay. I’m sure you have more important things to do. I’ll see you tomorrow, though. Anything I should bring?”

“Just your pretty self,” Eddie answers.

You bite back a smile. Robin is going to get an earful from you. “Okay. Bye, Eds.”

“Bye, Y/N,” he says reluctantly. He waits for you to get in your car and drive off before he drives away himself. He can’t wait to call you later this evening. Isn’t that ridiculous? You just said goodbye and he’s already thinking about the next time he can talk to you. The next time he can hear your voice and ask you how the rest of your day was.

When Eddie gets home, he takes another shower. But the memory of you fogs his brain like the steam from the hot water. He groans as he thinks about the way you melted into him. Whining helplessly at his finger in your ass, tight and clenching.

“I can take it,” you told him.

“Fuck,” Eddie groans to himself. If being with you is too much, thinking of you— thinking about all the ways he’s yet to pleasure you is just as dangerous. He hates the way he can’t keep his cock out of his hand. The way he thinks about you bent over with a plug in your ass. He imagines you on the plush bed, wiggling your butt at him, asking him to put it in. He’d want to be in control but he can’t seem to keep up any sort of demeanor when he’s with you.

“How badly do you want it,” he’d ask.

“So badly,” you’d purr. You’d edge the plug out of you slowly, leaving you gaping and ready for him. “Please, Eddie. Feels so empty without you.”

He wouldn’t be able to deny you for very long. He’d push his tip inside of you and it’d feel even better than he imagined it would. You’d make a noise that sends him over the deep end. He’d press himself further inside of you and it’d almost be too much with how tight you are. “Fuck!” you’d exclaim. “S-so big, Eddie. I don’t think I can take it.”

“You can, baby,” he’d run his hands over your ass, soothing you and encouraging you. “Just relax. You let me do all the work.”

“Mmm,” you’d hum into the bed. Your fingers would slip in and out of your wet cunt. He’d make you cum so hard, you wouldn’t be able to walk for the next three days.

“I take care of you, don’t I? Give you everything you want.”

“Yes!” you’d exclaim through your orgasm. “So good to me, Eddie.”

Eddie chokes out a pathetic cry as the tension that’s been coiling inside releases in strong waves. He props his hand on the wall, digging his teeth into the muscle on his bicep. He cums on the tiles in the shower but he imagines cumming inside of your hole.

“Fill me up,” you’d say with a shaky breath. “‘m yours. Only yours.”

If only that were true. There is no way Eddie will ever be satisfied. He can act the part on camera, he can formulate a fantasy in his head, but none of it will ever be good enough. Not until you really are a permanent fixture in his life.

He needs to call Steve.

Robin tosses her apron on the cracked leather booth and slides in across from you. “I fucking hate it here.”

You push the basket of fries toward her. “I told you to quit. We’ve got enough money to last the rest of the year.”

“And then what? We can’t live off of your porn money forever,” Robin whispers porn.

“We’ll figure it out. We always do, right?” You have one more tape to film with Eddie. You don’t know if Murray and the Russians are going to ask you to do more movies. You don’t know if you want to since you’ve established you most definitely have feelings for Eddie. 5 years of being single and the guy you start to like is irritatingly unavailable.

“I guess,” Robin pops a fry in her mouth. “So what’d you want to talk to me about?”

You slurp on your milkshake to avoid answering Robin’s question. You know what she’s going to say. I told you so.

“What did you do?”

“Nothing!” You exclaim. Robin raises her eyebrows at you. “Jeez, fine,” you sigh. “Eddie brought me home after the shoot this morning.”

“Okay…” Robin gestures for you to continue.

“And he stayed. We took a nap, we showered-”

“Ew! Did you do it in the shower? That’s a communal space!” Robin shudders. “I’m gonna have to bleach the whole thing.”

“No, we didn’t- I mean, kinda,” your cheeks ignite. Eddie’s voice is ringing in your ears: You gonna let me be the first one inside your pretty little ass? “That’s beside the point. The point is-”

“The point is you like him,” concludes your best friend. You can’t tell if she’s angry, judgemental, or disappointed. “I knew this would happen.”

Is it that obvious? Are you really that predictable? You cross your arms. “Please don’t make a big deal out of this. We haven’t- I don’t-” what are you trying to say?

“I know we haven’t known each other for very long but it’s… I don’t know, okay? And please don’t tell me ‘I told you so’ because that’s really not what I need to hear right now.”

“I won’t. What do you want to hear? Maybe he likes you back? Maybe you two can just be normal people and go on a date?”

“Actually, he invited me to his Dungeons & Dragons session tomorrow night.”

Robin’s jaw drops. “Oh, my God. He’s a nerd?”

“First of all,” you hold up your finger. “That is rude. And second of all, yes. A really, really charming and cute and sexy nerd. He’s even read Lord of the Rings.”

“What? No way? He’s even read Lord of the Rings?”

“Now you’re just mocking me.”

“You brought that on yourself. C’mon, let’s get out of here. I spend enough time in this dump.”

You follow Robin out of the diner and you both head home in separate cars. She took the news a lot better than you had expected her to. As much as you two like to bicker, you couldn’t have asked for a better best friend. You both know just how much to push each other. Her teasing is always in good fun and you think if she actually met Eddie, she might like him.

“Steve?” Eddie’s gripping his phone with white knuckles.

“Hey, man,” Steve greets.

“I’m in trouble.”

“Like in prison?”

“No, you dumbass,” Eddie already regrets calling him. But he’s kind of the only friend who might understand. Just say it, you coward. “I like Y/N and I have no idea what to do.”

“Tell her how you feel.”

“Oh, is that it? Why didn’t I think of that? You’re a fuckin’ genius, Steve.”

“Woah, woah. Settle down. You got one more tape to make with her, right? Tell her how you feel after you film it. That way, when she rejects you, it won’t be weird during the shoot.”

“When? When she rejects me? Thanks for the vote of confidence, Harrington.” The muscles in Eddie’s jaw are impossibly tight. What kind of advice was he hoping to get from Steve, anyway?

“Listen. She can have anyone she wants, man. She’s not gonna want to be with someone who has sex with other girls for a living. And would you really be okay with her being with other guys?”

“No,” Eddie answers with a bitter taste on his tongue. He is absolutely not okay with you being with anybody else. Nobody else gets to learn about your tea habits or your obsession with croissants. Nobody else gets to be inside your warm cunt, all wet and always ready for him. He wants to be the only one who can make you cum.

In the same vein, Eddie doesn’t want to be with anybody but you. He thinks back to the shoot he did with Chrissy after meeting you. He had to think of you just to get hard. So, no. He doesn’t want to have sex with anybody else anymore. “What if I quit?”

“You’d do that for her?”

Yes. With no hesitation. “I’d do anything for her.”

“Damn. You are in trouble.”

“Yeah,” Eddie agrees. He doesn’t think he can wait until next Thursday to tell you. Maybe tonight, while you’re on the phone with him. No, he should tell you in person. Maybe he’ll tell you tomorrow. After Hellfire. Yeah, that’s what he’ll do.

Eddie calls you while you’re watching Jeopardy! and you realized you should’ve told him to call you after 7:30.

“Oh, hey,” you say distractedly.

“Is this a bad time?”

Yes. Johnny, the contestant in the middle, just got the first Daily Double. “No, no. It’s just, I’m watching Jeopardy! right now.”

“Did you want to watch it? I can call you back after.”

“What is Idaho?” you say, completely confusing Eddie. “Sorry. It’s not that I want to watch Jeopardy!, it’s that I have to watch Jeopardy!. Robin is surprised I’m still on the phone.”

“Then I should let you go,” Eddie says only slightly disappointed that a game show takes precedence over him. He wouldn’t dream of denying you something you so obviously enjoy, though. “Why don’t you call me back when it’s over?”

“Are you sure?” You feel bad. Only you would give up a phone call with Eddie to finish watching your favorite show. You’ll make it up to him.

“It’s only a half-hour show, right?”

“What is sodium chloride? And yes, it’s over at 7:30.”

“I expect your call no later than 7:32.”

“Okay,” you hang up with a giggle.

Eddie is pacing as he waits for your call. It’s fucking ridiculous. He’s checking his watch every 2 minutes and is time slowing down? Because he called you at 7:12 and this feels like the longest 18 minutes of his life.

Then his phone rings. And he picks it up way too quickly.

“Hi, Eddie,” you say sweetly.

Eddie sighs with relief, thankful it’s you on the line and not Harrington or a telemarketer. “Hey, angel. How was the rest of Jeopardy!?”

“You don’t really want to hear about Jeopardy!.”

Eddie makes himself comfortable on his couch, settling in for a conversation he’s been waiting to have since he said goodbye to you this afternoon. “Says who? I just asked about it.”

“You’re being polite. Tell me about you. What did you do after you dropped me off?”

Eddie hesitates. The real answer is rather obscene considering he beat off to the thought of you in the shower. “Uh, nothing much. Just cleaned up my place for Hellfire tomorrow.”

“Aw, you making sure it’s presentable for me?”

“Oh yeah, I even bought an air freshener to get rid of the bachelor pad smell. Nothing but the best for my guest of honor.”

“What does a bachelor pad smell like? Sex and beer?”

Eddie feels a tickle in his throat. “J-just beer. No sex here.”

“Right.”

Eddie can’t decipher your tone. Do you not believe him? Because seriously, there’s never been a girl in here. The last girl he took home to his place turned out to be a stalker and he had to move to the place he’s in now. “You still want to come over, right?”

“Why wouldn’t I? Do you not want me to?”

Fuck. Eddie has no idea how to do this. He’s only good at a few things. Flirting, quite frankly, is not one of them. Because, unlike normal guys, Eddie doesn’t have to flirt to get laid. He just gets laid. “No, no, I do. I jus’ wasn’t sure if you were being nice to me, is all.”

“Eddie, I wouldn’t say yes to something if I didn’t want to do it. If you don’t want me to come, just tell me.”

Oh, he wants you to come. He wants you to come in so many different ways. “I want you here.”

“Then I’ll be there. Any suggestions on what I should wear?”

“What- what you should…?” Eddie gulps, playing with the loose frays in the holes of his black skinny jeans.

“Do you keep your place warm? Will I be too hot in my usual jeans and crewneck?”

Two simple and innocent questions, asked so suggestively Eddie think he might cream his pants. His face flushes and he once again feels like a horny high schooler. He feels that way a lot when he’s with you. He thought he was well past making up dirty scenarios in his head but then you come along and it turns out he’s not as evolved as he thought. He pulls at the collar of his Hellfire shirt and blows out a breath. “I- I’d say it’s pretty warm in here.”

“So maybe I’ll wear shorts? Or maybe a skirt? Like the one they put me in for the first tape? Did you like that one?”

Jesus Christ. Phone sex? Is that what you’re trying to do right now? Because Eddie might be a pro on camera, but he has no fucking idea how to do it over the phone. “Yeah, yeah I liked it. Looked real pretty that day.”

“Just that day?”

“E-every day,” Eddie clarifies. He thinks you’re opening up a door to tell you how he feels. But he really doesn’t want to tell you over the phone. So maybe he’ll just tell you how gorgeous you are. How you’re the only thing he thinks about. “You’re so pretty it drives me insane. You- you really want to know what I did after I dropped you off?”

“What did you do, Eddie?”

Eddie squeezes his eyes. God, he hopes you don’t find him a creeper after he tells you this. “Had to— fuck— I had to fucking get myself off in the shower because I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“I’m sorry, Eds.”

“Sorry? Why are you s-sorry?”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there to help. I can help you now, though. Would you like that?”

How are you so good at this? Eddie’s dick is getting uncomfortably hard in his jeans and he’s pretty sure the actual phone sex hasn’t even started. “Please, sweetheart.”

Eddie is utterly helpless. He will do anything you tell him to. He doesn’t care if he’s begging you to let him cum at the end of the night. He just needs to hear that pretty voice of yours coaching him toward an orgasm.

“Take out your cock for me. ‘m gonna touch myself, too. Okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. Okay,” Eddie unzips his jeans. He wedges the phone between his ear and shoulder, using both hands to push his pants and boxers down to his thighs, and— there we go. He already feels better now that his cock’s free and leaking precum on his shirt. Fuck, he should probably take it off. He rests the phone on the armrest and tears his shirt off, throwing it toward the other corner of the couch. He takes the phone back in one hand and his cock in the other.

What is he supposed to do now? Can you believe he’s a freaking pornstar and he’s never had phone sex? “What’re you… what’re you wearing?”

That’s something people ask, right?

“Nothing,” you answer immediately. Christ Almighty. Eddie imagines you on your bed— the bed he’s slept in— with your legs spread nice and wide, cunt glistening for him before he eats you out. “Wish I could suck your cock. M’mouth still hurts from this morning. Did you like fucking my mouth, Eddie?”

Eddie runs his thumb over his tip, making his shaft all slick with his precum. Yeah, he liked fucking your mouth. He liked when he hit the back of your throat and your eyes got all teary and you gagged around him. But you never told him to stop.

“Fuck. Yeah, yeah I liked it, baby,” Eddie can barely talk. He’s remembering the way you dug your nails into his thighs and encouraged him to keep going. He’s picturing you on your knees, smudgy mascara around your beautiful eyes. Now you’ve got your tongue out, showing off his load before closing your mouth and swallowing.

Eddie’s slipping and squeezing his hand up and down his cock and he hears your breathing change. It’s shallow. “I’m so wet, Eddie. My fingers aren’t as good as yours. Are you making yourself feel good?”

My fingers aren’t as good as yours. My fingers aren’t as good as yours. Eddie wants to make that his new alarm. He’ll wake up to your voice, praising him for something he’s been practicing since he was a teenager. He thinks about how you concluded he’s a guitarist because he’s “good with his fingers,” but really, he got good at fingering pussies in the back of his van in high school.

“Eddie, baby? You there?”

“Fuck- fuck. Yeah, I’m here,” Eddie stutters. His cock hurts so badly and he wishes he could just slip between your velvety walls. It’d make him feel so much better. “Wish I was with you. Just wanna be inside your cunt. S’perfect. My hand’s not good enough.”

“Wish you were inside of me, too. You fill me up so well, Eddie,” your voice wavers and he thinks you might be close to cumming. He’s got a whole catalog of you in his mind. You on the first day, on the table, bent over the counter. You from this morning, on your knees with his cock in your mouth, between his legs with the vibrator on your cunt. With you beneath him, legs wrapped around his waist snuggly. You in the shower, holding onto him with such desperation as he stuck a finger in your asshole.

Oh, oh. His cock tightens and his toes curl and he’s listening to you whimpering, telling him that you’re cumming. And soon enough, Eddie’s cumming too— and loudly. “Fucking fuck! Christ, Y/N,” Eddie’s face scrunches tightly, his chest heaving. He’s all sweaty and sticky now that his tummy is decorated with thick ropes of his cum. His teeth clench as he starts to come down from his high, and thank God because he was starting to feel dizzy up there. As his breathing regulates, you ask him if he’s okay.

“I’m alright,” Eddie sighs. He’s definitely, totally, not alright because he just came so fucking hard and you’re not even here with him. “Got a bit messy.”

“Wish I was there. Could clean you up, make sure none of your cum goes to waste.”

Eddie sucks in a breath. “You can’t talk like that, sweetheart. Not if you have any intentions of ever getting off the phone with me.”

This makes you giggle. So innocent and bubbly compared to the way your voice was just smothered with seduction. “Okay, then, Eddie. How about we just say goodbye and we’ll both get cleaned up? I think I’ll try to get a couple of chapters of Lord of the Rings in.”

“Alright,” Eddie says dejectedly. Although he loves how seamlessly you two transition from fiery phone sex to talking about reading books before bed. “Maybe I’ll read, too. Got this new Tom Clancy novel a few weeks ago.”

Eddie’s still naked on his couch with cum on his tummy and he’s starting to get cold. He feels like he needs to take another shower but he’s worried about the memories that might be conjured up again. He’ll just have to wipe himself down with a warm cloth.

“That sounds good,” you say, although you’ve never read a Tom Clancy novel. “I had fun with you tonight.”

“Me, too,” Eddie replies. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“My first phone sex experience.”

“Shut up! You’re kidding.”

“Honest to God,” Eddie chuckles at your reaction. “Never done it before.”

“I guess we’re both trying new things with each other, then.”

“I guess so. Listen, angel, I’d really hate to go but I’m starting to get cold.”

You laugh. “Then put some clothes on, silly goose! I’m wrapped up in a blanket.”

That image makes Eddie’s heart contract. You, all snuggled up in a crocheted blanket, lemon and ginger tea in one hand with a book in the other. He pictures the two of you in bed together, nightstand lamps on either side illuminating the pages of your books. Maybe one of your records is on quietly. (Eddie can’t read in silence, it drives him mad).

Maybe there’s a nice fall-scented candle making the room smell like apple pie and happiness. And maybe, with this new fantasy Eddie is creating, he realizes life outside of porn would be nice. Really nice if you’re there with him. “I’ve kinda got my load on my stomach. Can’t put on the shirt I was wearing because I need that to be clean for DnD tomorrow. Just gotta go wipe down and put on some pjs.”

“You wear pjs?”

You caught him. “No, I don’t wear pjs. I don’t know why I said that. I wear boxers. I don’t like my dick being out when I sleep. Feels weird.”

“Eddie?”

Did he share too much? Sometimes he needs to learn when to stop talking. “Yeah?”

“I feel like I’ve known you a lot longer than a week. Is that weird?”

Although this is hardly an admission of feelings, Eddie’s relieved. Or maybe more secure in how he feels. Because he also feels like he’s known you for years. All his life, even. “No, it’s not weird. I feel the same way. I like talking with you. Being around you. Makes me happy.”

Huh, maybe talking about feelings isn’t so hard. But nothing’s hard around you. Okay, well, that’s not entirely true. But conversations come easily, laughing comes easily, and imagining a life with you is the easiest thing in the world.

“Yeah, me too,” you yawn. It’s only 8:17.

“Are you sleepy?” Eddie’s getting deja vu.

“A little. I swear, I’m usually an insomniac. I’ve just been so sleepy lately.”

“Sex’ll do that to you. It’s exhausting on the body. That’s why days off are important.” Even though Eddie’s hardly had a restful day off since he met you.

“That makes sense,” you yawn again. Eddie remembers how sweet you looked in bed. You’re so cute when you’re sleepy. “Might fall asleep and dream about Middle Earth instead of reading about it. Are you still cold?”

“I’m fine,” Eddie lies. He’s got goosebumps all over his skin and his toes and fingertips feel frozen. “Gonna let you go, though. If we don’t talk tomorrow, I’ll still see you at 4, right?”

“Yes, Eddie. I’ll be there.”

“Good. I lo-” oh, fuck, “look, I look forward to seeing you.”

“Me, too. Good night, Eds.”

“Good night, angel.”

That was a close one.

You arrive at Eddie’s house at 3:57 pm with a box of chocolate croissants from the bakery he took you to yesterday. Lorna wasn’t working, which disappointed you. You were hoping to get a little more insight on Eddie. Are you the first girl she’s seen with him? How often does he indulge in these addicting pastries? How does he take his coffee? Black, you think. Maybe a bit of cream, no sugar.

Eddie lives in a nice little neighborhood in Glendale. He’s about a 20 minute drive from your apartment in Sherman Oaks without traffic. But of course, when is there no traffic in the Valley?

Balancing the pastry box with one hand, you knock on Eddie’s door with the other. You’re pretty sure excitement is bubbling out of you when he answers the door. He’s wearing a baseball tee with the Hellfire logo on it. It’s a devil face with weapons and DnD dice around it. Very fitting.

He’s wearing his usual black jeans but no white sneakers. Just black socks with a hole on one of his big toes.

His hair seems especially curly today. Not just wavy and frizzy, but actual curls framing his face and God, has he always been so pretty? You don’t think you’ll ever get used to looking at him. You notice different things about him every time. Pale brown freckles scattered across his nose. Flecks of dark brown in his chocolate brown eyes. Pink lips, far too lovely to resist.

Although you did not show up to his place wearing a skirt, Eddie is still very happy to see you. He knew it was you at the door because he told his friends to come early so he could brief them about you.

“She’s not my girlfriend but she’s off-limits. Off. Limits. Don’t ask her what she does for work. Do not stare at her and do not ask her if she has friends she can introduce you to. She’s here to play DnD and you’re going to treat her with respect.”

“Hi, sweetheart,” Eddie beams a dimpled smile at you.

“Hi, Eds,” you present the box of croissants to him. “I know you said not to bring anything but I was taught never to come to someone’s house empty-handed. So… croissants!”

Eddie takes the box from you and steps aside to let you in. “Thank you. What about going into a croissant coma?”

“That was yesterday,” you say. “I need my croissant fix for today.” You look around Eddie’s house— not at all bachelor pad-ish. You expected it to be barely furnished, nothing on the walls but maybe some mysterious stains. But there’s a small couch and a chair in the room to the right of the doorway. Band and concert posters are framed on the walls, obviously there to show off his music taste. No Queen, though.

Look at that, he’s even got a plant in the foyer. It’s dying, but hey, it’s something. There’s a ruckus in the living room and you grow antsy to meet his friends. “So, is everyone here?”

“Yeah, already getting crumbs all over my floor. C��mon, I’ll introduce you and then we can get started. It’s a pretty gnarly campaign. Might be here for a while.”

You smile. “Can’t wait.”

It’s 11:23 pm. Eddie wasn’t lying when he said it was a gnarly campaign. You started the session at 4:00, took a break at 7:00 for pizza and Jeopardy! (only you watched), and they’ve been going at it since. You stopped playing after a bad roll of the dice ended up with you being killed by Vecna. That was sometime around 9. You like DnD, but even this is a little too intense for you. You’ve been throwing back beers and watching reruns of M*A*S*H* in the front room to keep yourself occupied.

At some point, you fall asleep on Eddie’s couch. You wake up to him shuffling his friends out of the door as quietly as possible. He closes and locks the door before tiptoeing over to you.

“Eddie?” You ask groggily.

“Hey, angel,” he whispers, sitting down on the edge of the couch. He rubs his hand over your ankle.

“What time is it?” You attempt to sit up. Woah, is the room spinning? Because it feels like you’re on the teacup ride at Disneyland.

“S’late,” Eddie answers. “I called Robin to tell her you’re spending the night. Well, I called your number and I hoped she’d answer. She sounds nice. Might’ve been mad at me though, I’m not sure.”

“Mmm, sounds like her. Jus’ worried about me is all,” you slur, leaning toward Eddie without realizing it. The room is most definitely moving.

“Worried? Worried about what?” Eddie puts his hands on your shoulders to steady you. How many beers did you drink?

“Meeeeee gettin’ hurt.”

“By me?” Eddie assumes Robin doesn’t want you getting hurt by him. He’d never hurt you. Not intentionally, that is.

“Earthquakessss,” you drawl. Your eyes are barely open, but even if they were, Eddie would probably just be a dark blob. “Earthquake dangerous.”

You’re missing a few words in that sentence but you’re not wrong there. And that is definitely not the thing Robin doesn’t want you getting hurt by. “Stay here. Gonna go get you some water.”

“‘Kay.”

You’re laying down again when Eddie comes back to you. He kneels down and helps you sit up. “Drink please,” he instructs as he brings the rim of the glass to your lips.

“Okay,” you take a sip. “Eddie?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re like really pretty,” you boop his nose. “S’unfair how pretty you are. Can I have some of it?”

Eddie grins. You are so drunk. “You don’t need it. You’re already pretty. You’re beautiful. Perfect, even.”

You shake your head. “Not perfect. You’re perfect though,” you follow this with a loud yawn. You stretch your arms out to Eddie. Without having to ask, he scoops you up and starts walking you to his room. “Watched you in that one movie with Chrissy.”

You did what? An odd feeling stirs in his belly. Eddie’s not a shy guy, but he doesn’t like picturing you watching him in a movie with another girl. No, he doesn’t like it at all. Especially since he’s done several movies with Chrissy. You could’ve watched any of them. Oh, God. He really hopes it wasn’t Dirty Detention. He shouldn’t ask, but his curiosity gets the better of him. “Wh- which one?”

“The car one,” you murmur against his chest. “Wish you didn’t have to be with other girls. Want you all to myself.”

Was that an earthquake? No, it was just Eddie’s heart. Do you really mean that? You’re drunk, you probably have no idea what you’re saying. But Eddie can hope, right?

He lays you down in his bed and he’s glad he just washed his sheets. He can’t have his sleeping beauty sleeping in crusty sheets.

“Can’t sleep in jeans,” you say. You’re kicking your legs like you expect your pants to fall off. “Off! Off! Why aren’t they coming off?”

God, you’re adorable. “Do you want some help?”

“Please,” you say with the L sounding like a W. “‘nd my shirt. Get hot when I sleep.”

Just as long as you don’t ask to have sex with him, Eddie will do whatever you want him to do. He starts to undress you with warm and delicate hands before you slap him on the shoulder. “Hey, mister! You gotta take a girl out on a date before you take her clothes off!”

Eddie’s head falls as he lets out a low chuckle. “Sweetheart, you just asked me to take them off. But I will happily oblige you in your request for a date.”

“Oh, right,” you roll your head on his pillow. “‘Kay, you can take ‘em off now.”

“Alright,” Eddie says. Left just in your undergarments, Eddie doesn’t like the idea of you waking up hungover and nearly naked, probably with no memory of how the night went. So he decides to put you in one of his shirts and a pair of boxers. He brings the comforter up to your neck and tucks you in. “There we go.”

He grabs a pillow from the other side of the bed and starts walking towards the door before you call out. “Stay? With me?”

There’s an aftershock in Eddie’s heart. “Yeah, I’ll stay.”

He walks back toward the bed and puts his pillow in its rightful place. He takes off his jeans but keeps on his shirt and boxers. As he slips in between the sheets, it feels so familiar. So natural to end the night with you in his bed, ready and waiting to be held. He encloses his arm around your stomach and you thread your fingers between his.

“Nighty night, Eddie,” you sigh.

“Good night, sweet girl.”

You wake up feeling like there’s a knife in your skull. How many beers did you actually drink last night? 4? 5? You haven’t thrown back that many since your freshman year of college. You barely remember anything from last night. Something called the Vec-man killed you around 9:00? You remember excusing yourself from the table and sitting in Eddie’s front room to watch M*A*S*H*. Not your programming of choice, but you were already pretty drunk so anything could’ve been on and it would’ve been amusing.

Eddie is still sleeping beside you with his heavy arm draped over your stomach. The morning light casts a soft golden halo around his messy hair. With his milky skin and pink parted lips, you think he’s absolutely angelic. Staring at this man whom you’ve known for a week shouldn’t make you feel so warm. So safe.

You never bought into the whole idea of soulmates. The concept always seemed hokey and a way to justify falling in love with someone so quickly. Could there really be someone on this planet that was made just for you? Eddie Munson has you rethinking everything you thought you knew.

You’d be perfectly happy staying in bed with Eddie to help you find your answer. But your bladder is screaming for a release. Damn beers.

Slowly lifting Eddie’s arm off of you, you slip out of his bed. You almost yelp when the cold hardwood kisses your warm feet. After trudging your way to Eddie’s bathroom, you pee in darkness to shield your sensitive eyes from any unnecessary light. When you walk out, Eddie is sitting up in bed. “Good morning, angel.”

You grimace, shuffling toward the bed. “Shhh. Hungover. Too loud.” You flop onto the mattress and rather clumsily wiggle yourself back under the sheets. You scooch against Eddie to warm yourself back up. He rests his arm over you and rubs soothing circles over your back.

“You had a lot to drink. I feel bad I left you alone to watch M*A*S*H* for 2.5 hours. I tried getting the guys out sooner but they can’t take a hint.”

“S’okay. I’m glad you had fun with your friends. D’you think we can go get some pancakes?”

“We can do anything you want,” Eddie answers.

“Okay,” you hum. “So it’s okay if I fall… fall back to sleep?”

You’re already drifting off when he replies to you. After all, it is 7:04 and Eddie knows you’re not a morning person. He’ll let you sleep as long as you need to.

After you wake up around 10, you and Eddie get pancakes at his favorite breakfast spot in Glendale. You were right about how Eddie takes his coffee. No sugar, a splash of cream. However, he pours an awful lot of syrup on his pancakes.

Eddie learns that you like to put jam on your pancakes. But not before smothering them with butter. You tell him about your controversial opinions— you’d rather listen to Wings over The Beatles, The Empire Strikes Back is the best Star Wars movie (he agrees), and Pretty in Pink is very problematic (he’s never seen it).

After the waitress clears your places, you ask Eddie if he can call Murray.

“What for, sweetheart?” He takes a sip of coffee.

"To let him know I wanna do anal. So they can write it in the script."

Can you not say things that catch Eddie off guard when he’s drinking something? Especially when that something is a hot beverage? Because he’s spitting out his coffee and for whatever reason, he tries to catch it in his hand.

A deep laugh erupts from your belly and people start turning their attention toward your table. "You’re making a mess!"

Eddie quickly takes his mug and spits the rest of his coffee back in the cup. He sticks out his tongue and fans it with his hand. “Hot, hot, hot.”

Now you’re doubling over with how hard you’re laughing. It’s the kind of laughter that makes everything else in the world disappear. You can’t catch your breath or even seem to know how to breathe. “S-stop! Killing… me… with… laughter!”

Eddie gulps down his glass of water and you start to settle down. “Why did you spit out your coffee? All I said was—”

“I know what you said, Y/N,” Eddie wipes his mouth with a napkin. “Can’t just say stuff like that to me.”

“What? Oh, anal?” You taunt him, leaning over the table. “I can’t tell you how I want it in the ass the next time we’re together?”

“Watch yourself,” Eddie warns. How far can you push him? How far until you’ve gone too far?

“I remember you telling me in the shower I need to start with a plug. Think we can go to one of those shops? Have you pick some things out for me to practice with?”

You’re making his dick hard and his mind mushy. He takes out his wallet, throws down some cash, and pulls you out the door. His grip on your wrist is tight, silver rings nipping into your skin. You revel in the idea of him being mad at you. Needing to punish you for misbehaving.

Eddie tells you to wait by the phone while he goes to his car to get some coins. When he comes back, you’re leaning against the wall with your legs crossed at your ankles. “He’s not going to be happy we’re calling on a Saturday,” Eddie informs.

You shrug. “Do you want to put it in my ass on camera or not?”

Filthy girl. Has the industry already corrupted you? Or have you always been like this? Eddie drops in the coins and dials Murray’s number. He’s surprised he picks up. “This better be important,” Murray grumbles.

“Murray, it’s me,” Eddie says.

“Oh, well then, to what do I owe this pleasure?” Murray asks sarcastically.

Eddie rolls his eyes. “Y/N has a request for the third tape.”

“What is it, Munson?”

Eddie takes a deep breath. How does he say this without combusting? “She wants… she wants to do anal.”

“And how do you know this?”

“I’m with her right now.”

You can only hear one side of the conversation but Eddie sounds annoyed.

“Let me hear it from her, then.”

Eddie hands you the phone. “He wants to talk to you.”

You take the phone from Eddie and say hello. “Yes, Murray, I’m sure. Eddie’s gonna get me all nice and ready,” you say in your stupidly sweet voice.

Jesus Christ. Eddie’s mushy mind gets worse. All he can think about is you in the shower, all perfect and soft against him. His finger in your ass, tight and clenching. You’re little whines as he makes you cum. Yeah, he’ll get you ready, alright.

“Alright, we’ll put it in the script. We’ll see you two on Monday for the read-through. Then Thursday for filming. My assistant Joyce will let you know what time your shoot is.”

“Fantastic! Thank you, Murray!” You hang up the phone and smile at Eddie. “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“Let’s go,” Eddie demands, already stomping towards his car. He’s like a bratty little kid. You love it.

The drive to the shop is in complete silence. But Eddie’s hand was on your thigh the entire ride and every time you looked at him, he seemed to be holding an uncomfortable amount of tension in his jaw. He parks the car and turns to you. You think back to the first time you were in the car with him. You backed yourself into the door because you didn’t to be any closer to him. Now, you can’t be close enough.

“You’re going to let me buy you anything I want,” Eddie tells you sternly. “I’ll buy you some plugs and you’re going to let me show you how to use them. Understand?”

“Yes, Eddie. I understand.”

Eddie gets out of the car and just like all the other times you’ve been in the car with him, he opens the door for you. He locks his hand with yours and leads you to the shop. Goosebumps run down your arms as you approach the door. You’ve never been inside a sex shop before. You never wanted to go alone and God forbid you try to bring Robin to one of these stores.

Walking in, you’re immediately surrounded by vibrators, dildos, oils and lubes, and oh— the warm scent of vanilla. Your heart is racing and it’s all so overwhelming. You’d never know where to start if you were alone. After all, you did just use a vibrator for the first time 2 days ago.

“Hi, Eddie,” the girl from behind the counter chirps. Oh. She knows him? How often does he come here? How often is he buying sex toys for other girls? Nope. Those answers don’t matter because this is simply a coworker helping out another coworker.

Except you two are no longer just coworkers. That’s been clear since you brought him home on Thursday and had phone sex and slept in his bed. Surely, there’s something else going on here. No?

“Hey, Bunny,” Eddie replies.

I’m sorry, did he just call that girl Bunny? Eddie answers your question before you ask it. “Employees go by pseudonyms here. For safety purposes.”

“Oh,” you squeak. “That’s- that’s good. Smart.”

“Are we looking for anything in particular? Or just browsing?” Bunny asks, rounding the counter. She’s a petite girl with big blue eyes and dirty blonde hair. She’s rather pretty with her straight nose and rosy cheeks. You notice her looking down at yours and Eddie’s hands intertwined. “Something for your friend?”

Eddie pulls you close to him, his hip digging into your side. “Just getting somethings for my girl. We’ll be quick.”

My girl. Is that what you are? Are you his only? You wish you knew because this arrangement is not going to work for you. Not knowing whether or not he’s seeing or talking with other girls. You barely let yourself think about his job and how he’s probably had other shoots during the week. You, on the other hand? Murray hasn’t approached you with extending your contract. Maybe they don’t see a future with you at Starcourt. And honestly? You think you’re okay with that.

Bunny clicks her tongue. “I see. Well, I’ll just be over here if you need me.”

Eddie nods and guides you to the display of butt plugs and… beads? You’re not your usual chatty self and Eddie worries you’ve picked up on the extinguished flame between him and Bunny. “You okay, angel?”

“Yeah,” you nod.

You’re lying. He knows it. He kisses your temple before saying, “do you want to go home? We can go home. I won’t be mad.”

“No,” you say softly. No, fuck this timidity. Fuck this insecurity. You’re the one who is with Eddie now, you’re the one he invited to Hellfire and had pancakes with this morning. You straighten your spine. “No,” you say again. “Show me what you want to get me.”

“That’s my girl,” Eddie smiles. He picks out three silicone plugs, each a different size and a different jewel tone. He hands you a bottle of lube and then goes to the register. He really hopes Bunny doesn’t comment on what he’s buying you.

“You know, I have to say,” Bunny begins as she puts the things in a bag, “you’re not at all what I thought Eddie’s type was.”

“Bunny,” Eddie says lowly. “Don’t say something you’re going to regret.”

“No, I want to hear what she has to say,” you demand. “Tell me, Bunny, what did you think Eddie’s type was?”

She scoffs, eyeing you up and down. “Certainly not you.” She reminds you of Miss. You’re-Not-What-They’re-Looking-For. Arrogant and entitled, insecure because you have something they don’t.

“You don’t know anything about me. And I’m going to bet you don’t know much about Eddie, either. How long ago did you guys fuck? Last week? Last month?”

Bunny hands Eddie the bag forcefully, ignoring your question. “That’s none of your business. You can see yourself out the door.”

“Happily,” you seethe. This time you’re grabbing Eddie’s hand and walking out of the store. You get into his car with a huff and decide this is it. You have to tell him how you feel. Eddie closes his door and drops the bag behind your chair. “Eddie, I-”

“Four years.”

The tension in the car is suffocating. You feel like there’s a noose around your neck.“What?” You ask.

“It’s been four years since the last time Bunny and I hooked up,” Eddie explains. “It was always casual, nothing like… nothing like what I have with you.”

“And what is that, Eddie? Please, enlighten me. Because I don’t think I can keep doing this if it doesn’t mean anything to you.”

“It means everything to me, Y/N,” Eddie says without a second thought. He scrubs his hand down his face. “Christ, do you really not know? I have no idea how to act around you while simultaneously feeling like I’m my truest self when I’m with you. You’re the prettiest, most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen in my life.”

“Eddie…” That can’t possibly be true. Not with how many girls he’s been with in his profession. You’re a beautiful person, you know that. But the most beautiful he’s ever seen?

“No, listen to me, Y/N,” Eddie interrupts. “You’ve seeped into every corner of my brain. I think about what it’d be like to wake up next to you every morning. I think about making you a cup of lemon and ginger tea and reading a book with you before bed. I- I, fuck. I did one shoot after our first one and I couldn’t get it up.”

“Wait, what?” You try not to giggle. Eddie is bearing his heart to you and everything he’s saying is processing in your brain but that last part catches you off guard. “What do you mean you couldn’t get it up? Your dick?”

Eddie laughs, too. The tension is dissolving, making it easier to breathe. “Yup. Ol’ faithful here,” Eddie gestures to his crotch, “decided to only be faithful to you.”

Suddenly, you’re not so jealous. Eddie, the professional pornstar, couldn’t get his dick up because he’s so helplessly fallen for you.“So what happened? Did you end up doing the shoot?”

“Unfortunately,” Eddie answers. “I felt really bad, too. It was with- actually do you want to know who it was with?”

“I don’t mind,” you shrug. None of it matters now that you know how he feels. Now that you know he’s just as crazy about you as you are for him.

“It was with Chrissy. And I’d never had any problems before. Never. Not until I met you. I had to apologize to her but I couldn’t tell her I thought about you the whole time. Fuckin’ told Murray I couldn’t do shoots with anyone else. I don’t want to do movies with anyone else. So, yeah…” Eddie trails off. “Do you… do you feel the same way?”

You’ve got a smug smile on your lips. Eddie Munson. Totally and completely whipped for you. Could life get any better? “Are you serious, Eddie? Do I feel the same way? Of course, I do, you doofus! I’ve been single for five fucking years and the guy I start to have feelings for is a man I’m paid to have sex with? Could I be any more of a cliché?”

Eddie grabs your hand. “Oh, sweetheart. Trust me, nothing about you is cliché.” A beat passes. “What’re you gonna do after we film the third tape?”

“I don’t know,” you say. “I only signed a three tape contract. I don’t wanna have sex with anybody else, Eds.”

“Me neither,” he agrees, squeezing your hand. “We’ll figure it out when we get there, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you reply. “Can we go home now? Put one of those thingies in my butt?”

Eddie’s peeling out of the parking lot before you can even get your seatbelt on.

Over the course of the week, you spend every day with Eddie. He comes over to the apartment and finally meets Robin. She calls you two a “match made in nerd heaven”.

Eddie’s learned that you went to Cal Poly Pomona and majored in journalism. The movie you like to watch when you want to cry is The Sound of Music. But you also watch to ogle at Christopher Plummer. You watch Jeopardy! every night because you like learning obscure facts. And also to ogle at Alex Trebek. You limit yourself to one coffee a day because you have the hardest time falling asleep at night. You started drinking lemon and ginger tea in your Junior year of college when one of your professors made you so anxious, your tummy was always upset. Now it’s just comforting. And he’s learned you actually remember more French than you initially let on. You just didn’t want him constantly asking you to say things in French.

And what have you learned about Eddie? Let’s see. He grew up pretty poor, living with his uncle in a trailer park, feeling like he’d never amount to anything. He’s not so sure Wayne would be proud of his career choice, but it pays the bills and he’s built a pretty good life for himself. He doesn’t just listen to metal music. He’s open to most genres and artists, just not the Bee Gees. He’d rather rip his ears off than listen to the Bee Gees. He’d be happy with grilled cheese and tomato soup for dinner every night. He’s never been to Disneyland and you immediately want to change that. And the first date he wants to take you on is to a bookstore and will buy you all of the books you want.

You were sold. As if you needed any more convincing to let yourself fall for him even more.

Oh, and he’s also been coaching you and getting you ready for the big scene today. You’ve been so good and so patient. You wanted him to just start with the big one, but he was firm in his decision. “No, you need to start with the small one. A finger in the hole is one thing, but you’re gonna have my cock in it in a few days. That’s a big difference, baby.”

You told Eddie you want the first time he’s in your ass to be on camera. So both of you have been itching for Thursday to come around. Before you left his house, Eddie gifted you with a new plug. Stainless steel with the color gem of your birthstone. It’s a little bigger than the biggest silicone one but Eddie thought you were ready. So, he helped you ease it in and off you went to film your last tape. (Sitting in the car was very uncomfortable so you more or less sat on one asscheek the whole time).

You and Eddie arrive at the studio together 5 minutes late because you insisted on bringing Hopper a donut and coffee. You’re still on a mission to make him like you.

“You’re late,” Murray announces when you two walk on set.

“I’m sorry, Murray. It’s my fault,” you start to explain. “I wanted to get Hopper a donut before we came.”

“So you two a thing now?” The director gestures lazily between the two of you.

Eddie lays his arm over your shoulders. “Something like that.”

“Looks like I owe Steve 50 bucks,” Murray shakes his head. “Right, well, go get ready. You’re lucky I like you kids. Anybody else, I would’ve moved on and had Joyce reschedule you for being late.”

You apologize to Murray again before heading into your respective dressing rooms. You can’t wait to tell Nancy about the recent developments. “Nancy!” You greet when you walk in.

“You are in big trouble! I had to find out from Steve that you and Eddie are inseparable. What happened to the girl code!”

“I’m sorry, Nance! It all happened so fast.” You’re just full of apologies this morning, aren’t you? “I wanted to call you, but between preparing for today’s shoot and just learning more about Eddie, it’s been a busy week. But now you know. And what do you mean you found out from Steve?”

“Nothing,” Nancy says quickly. “We’re talking about you.”

She’s diverting the conversation… very suspicious. “Mhmm,” you hum. You won’t press her if she doesn’t want to talk about it. “Do you think I can stand while you do my makeup? I have a plug in and it’s uncomfortable to sit.”

“No problem. It’s not like I put that much on you, anyway.” Nancy takes out your mascara and blush. “So, what’re you two going to do when you’re done with this box set?”

“We haven’t gotten that far yet. Neither of us wants to have sex with other people. If Eddie still wants to do movies, we’ll only do them together. But he hasn’t told me what he wants to do. I know he said he was getting tired of the whole thing. So if he wants to be done, then I’ll be done, too.”

“You two are so cute it’s disgusting,” Nancy jokes.

“You should meet my best friend, Robin,” you laugh. “You two would get along great.”

“I’d like that-” a knock at the door interrupts Nancy.

“You ready in there, Y/N?” It’s Jonathan.

“Be out shortly!” You reply, taking the mascara from Nancy. As you’re putting it on, you can’t believe the first time you were in this dressing room was just three weeks ago. It’s been the best, most unexpected whirlwind of your life. And you’re so happy it threw you and Eddie together.

Eddie’s all nice and waiting on his set bed when you come out. You’re in a sheer robe, similar to the one you wore last week, but this one is lilac. Eddie thinks the color against your skin makes you look radiant. “Ready, angel?”

“I’m ready,” you say.

“You remember your colors?”

“Green is good, yellow is slow down, red is stop,” you recite.

“Good. We’re ready, Murray,” Eddie informs the director. You stand in the doorway of the bedroom and wait for the scene to begin. The script for today is pretty bare-boned. Jonathan and Murray decided to let the two of you work out most of the scene, agree on safe words, and let you do whatever you want. You’ll start by sucking Eddie off, then you’ll sit on his face, and then he’ll fuck you in the ass. Pretty straightforward.

Murray claps his hands. “Great, let’s get this show on the road. Jonathan, you ready?”

“Camera speed, camera rolling,” says the AD.

“Action!”

Eddie props himself up on his elbow as you saunter toward the foot of the bed. He can’t believe you’re already on tape 3. He doesn’t want this to be over with you. He wants to keep showing the people at home how good he makes you feel. How real and genuine your connection is. Can you two do that? Can you just keep making pornos with each other and no one else?

The scene doesn’t open with any dialogue. You and Eddie decided to just let your bodies tell the story.

You slip off the robe and crawl onto the bed. Eddie repositions so his back is resting against the headboard. You situate yourself between his legs and grab his cock at the base. He’s already semi-hard, which shouldn’t come as a surprise. He always seems to be in a state of perpetual semi-hardness when he’s around you.

You toss your head to the side so the camera can get a good view of you licking the underside of his shaft from the base up to his tip. You cup his balls with your other hand, massaging gently. You lull your tongue around him and slowly lower your mouth down on his cock. Eddie has to resist the urge to buck his hips up. He bunches your hair in his fist and guides you up and down while you determine the pace. Your cunt is already aching with your thighs sticky with arousal.

Eddie stares down at you and something carnal ignites when he watches the way your mouth takes his cock so well. How your lips wrap around him perfectly, all swollen and wet from your spit and his precum. You suck fervently, twisting your wrist up and down, and rolling his balls in your hand. The combination of it all overwhelms Eddie. “Fuck, sweetheart. You trying to make me cum already?”

You come off of him with a pop and grin. “What’s so wrong about that?”

Eddie tsks. “You know the rules. I’m not supposed to cum until you’ve cum at least once.”

“But I want it,” you whine, jerking him lazily. Precum continues to dribble out of his slit and you can’t help but lick it up.

“No,” Eddie argues, pulling you off of him. “Come up here. Let me taste your cunt.”

You straddle Eddie’s legs, letting your cunt drag over his cock on your way up to his face. He twitches at that. He places his hands on your thighs as you settle down on his mouth. Eddie buries his tongue into your hole, disregarding the concept of teasing. “Feels so good,” you murmur, gripping the headboard tightly.

Eddie’s mouth is so warm, so sure in his movements. He knows exactly when to use the tip of his tongue, when to use the flat of his tongue, when to suck. He moans against you like you’re the best thing he’s ever tasted, and honestly, that wouldn’t be a stretch. He determined it on the first day. His mouth on your cunt is one of his happy places. But so is his cock in your cunt. But then again, so is you sleeping peacefully beside him. Perhaps maybe you alone are his happy place.

Eddie starts to twist the plug in your ass, making you whimper. With his mouth still devouring your cunt, he edges the plug out slowly. “Oh, God,” your eyes roll back.

Eddie takes it out just enough to where the thickest part is at your rim. You can’t help but clench and bring it back in. You like it there. Makes you feel full. You can’t imagine what it’s gonna feel like with Eddie inside of you. You’ve waited long enough. You can only be patient for so long.

You slide off of Eddie’s mouth, leaving a wet stripe down his chin, chest, and tummy. You lay your hands on his pecs, showing off your blue nail polish. You lean down to kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips. He groans into you, a sound you’ve now come to recognize as his “my dick is hurting” groan. So, you pull away and present yourself on all fours, showing your ass off to the cameras. Eddie runs his hand over your rump before coming down with a slap!

It makes you jolt, even though you knew it was coming. You arch your back as you ask for another, but harder. Eddie’s hand lands on you harshly, obeying your request. “Yes! Just like that. More, please,” you wiggle your butt. “Please.”

You’re insatiable. It was only supposed to be a few, but your ass is hot and bruised and you still want more. Eddie gives you two more on each cheek and then soothes his hand over the spots he slapped so brutally. Yeah, you’re definitely going to be sore for a few days.

“God, they’re good,” you hear Murray mutter off set.

Eddie grabs the lube off of the nightstand and flicks open the cap with his thumb. You’re still not entirely sure how he’s going to fit in your ass but where there’s a will, there’s a way. And you’re ready. He prepared you as much as he could without doing a trial run like he suggested you do. But no, you wanted your reaction to be genuine for the cameras. He loves that about you.

Eddie squeezes the lube onto your backside, the cool gel actually bringing some relief to your burning skin. Your hips push back, silently encouraging him to keep going. With one hand holding you steady by your hip, Eddie eases the plug out of you. He holds it at the widest part once more but barely lets you enjoy the stretch before removing it completely. Your hole gapes for a moment then contracts closed.

Fuck. Eddie doesn’t know who’s going to have a harder time with this: you or him. He applies more lube before dancing the tip of the plug around your ring of muscles. “More,” you mumble.

Eddie pushes it back in, coaxing you to open for him, just like you’d been practicing all week. “Good girl,” he praises. “Doing so well, getting you ready for my cock.”

It’s honey to your ears. You want to bathe in a pool of Eddie’s praises. “‘m ready,” you say, driving your hips toward him. “Want it now.”

“You sure you can take it?” There’s a hint of mockery in Eddie’s tone. He thinks about you telling him on Tuesday you’re not sure how his cock’s gonna fit. That gave him just a bit of an ego boost (as if he didn’t already know about his wide girth).

You groan frustratedly. “Please! I can take it.”

He knows you can. He just wants to hear you beg. “Tell me how badly you want it,” Eddie commands as he lubes up his cock. You whine in response. “Use your words.”

“Ngh, you know how badly,” you reply. Smack! “Fuck! Please, I want your cock in my ass so badly. Please, please, want you to fill me up.”

Satisfied with your begging, Eddie takes the plug out of your hole. He squirts more lube over you and presses the throbbing tip of his cock against you. It’s warm and soft compared to the rigidity of the steel plug. Eddie leans down, wrapping his arm around your torso as his lips reach your ear. “Color?”

“Green,” you answer immediately. “So, so green.”

“Good,” Eddie kisses your cheek and straightens his back. He angles his cock back against your opening, holding it there before encouraging you to relax. You know this is your cue to take a deep breath and when he sees you release, that’s when he’ll push himself in. As soon begin to blow out that breath, Eddie slips into you.

“Mmmmm,” you moan, fisting the comforter. Okay, yeah. That’s a stretch. He’s got just the tip past your ring and it’s already a lot. But it’s good. It’s making your whole nervous system tingle. You wiggle beneath Eddie, feeling him slide deeper inside of you with each little move you make. You can feel every ridge of his cock within your hole and you had no idea how impossibly good this would feel. You know that if he hadn’t coached you or told you what to expect, it would be too much. If he hadn’t started you off with the small silicone plug before letting you graduate to the stainless steel, and now his cock.

Eddie’s just about lost his damn mind. He doesn’t know if you’re doing it on purpose but you keep squeezing and clenching around him. “Fuck, you’re so tight. Can you take more, baby?”

You make a noise that is overwhelmingly encouraging. Eddie then grabs your hips and starts to slowly thrust in and out of you. The sensation makes you lose all control of yourself. Whines and whimpers are falling freely from your lips. It’s so much, it’s too much, and it’s not enough all at once. You bring yourself to touch your cunt, hot fingertips applying pressure to your clit. You can’t focus on doing much else when Eddie’s lowering you down on his cock and he’s making noises you’ve never heard him make.

“You’re so beautiful,” he runs his hand down your spine. He recalls the first time he did so, when he thought he might never be with you again. He feels like he knows your body so well now. He’s already begun memorizing those paths to your ticklish spots, the places that you like to be kissed (everywhere), and the places you’re insecure about. He knows them all, loves them all. He can’t get enough. “How’d I get to be so lucky?”

Can he stop being a fucking sap? He’s fucking your ass and you feel like he’s telling you his vows.

You rear yourself back, forcing his cock further into your tunnel. “Oh, God. Fuck, that feels so good.” Your tummy contracts and your vision start to go fuzzy.

“Are you trying to cum, sweetheart? Is that what you want?” Eddie’s heaving over you, thighs aching from how you’re positioned.

“Y-yes, please, please let me cum.” You’re pinching your folds between your fingers as tremors of pleasure run down your arms and legs.

Eddie runs his hand over the swell of your ass, feeling a little bad for how sore it looks. “You can cum, baby. Nobody’s stopping you.”

You’re done. You’re completely done for. That foreign yet slightly familiar feeling from when you were in the shower returns. Your cunt pulses and your ass clenches. Your entire body is quaking through the orgasm, whimpers and moans echo throughout the set. “Oooooh, oh my- fuck!”

“I know, baby, I know,” Eddie hushes. He pulls his cock out and only needs to pump himself a few times before he cums on your back. He sucks in a breath before releasing with an, “ah, fuck.”

White ropes of his cum splatter across your skin and you’re still trembling beneath him as you recover from your orgasm. As soon as Eddie’s finished, Murray yells “cut.”

You slump down on the bed immediately and close your eyes. Eddie lays down next to you, running his fingers down your arm. He kisses your shoulder gently. “My girl. You did so well.”

You hum into the bed. You’re so spent, you’re not sure if you know how to talk anymore.

Nancy is coming onto set with a warm cloth and your robes. Eddie takes the towel from her and starts wiping your back. “I know you’re tired, but you gotta tell me if you’re okay. Do you need anything?”

You turn your head to face Eddie. “I’m okay. Just- just want…”

“What do you want, angel?” Eddie lays the robe over you to keep you from getting too cold.

“Smoothie.”

Eddie laughs. Of course, you want a smoothie because who doesn’t fucking like smoothies?

“If a smoothie is what my lady wants, then a smoothie she shall get.”

The Bad Influence Box Set is released on October 23rd, 1986.

Specialty shops and Family Video couldn’t keep up with the demand. The waitlist to rent the set ranged anywhere from a week to two months.

Loyal Starcourt viewers went wild for you and Eddie. They wrote letters to the company praising your performance and chemistry. People made special requests for you in their letters and some sent polaroids of their dicks. That was very gross and you burned them immediately. It gave Eddie a good laugh, though. As if they could tempt you away from him.

As for doing more movies with Eddie?

Well, you’ll just have to read their interview with Starcourt Magazine in their special Valentine’s Day issue coming out next week.

You made it to the end! Thank you, thank you, thank you, for reading this (not so) mini-series. The love and feedback I've gotten for it has blown me away. When I started writing this, I had a vague idea of what I wanted it to turn into, but honestly, I exceeded my own expectations. This one took me longer than the others, not only because it's so long, but because I ended up scrapping around 4k of it and rewriting with just 1.9k of the original draft. I'm so FREAKING HAPPY with how it turned out and I hope you liked it too.

I will be writing a fun little epilogue and that will come out next week. After that, the series will be over. But, not to fear! I'm open to doing blurbs and drabbles about this couple if you send me your ideas.

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