Inventor of the slick catching bed pad to get you through your heat without ruining your sheets
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But I’m not the boss of you, do what you want!
That gentle, easy ownership, you know? Sometimes Eddie wakes and his hand is sticky and wet but he'll just nuzzle closer and hold tighter and +
That gentle, easy ownership, you know? Sometimes Eddie wakes and his hand is sticky and wet but he'll just nuzzle closer and hold tighter and +
Michael’s favorite thing is to squeeze the long column of his throat, to feel his cock moving there
Michael’s favorite thing is to squeeze the long column of his throat, to feel his cock moving there
Suddenly, Steve’s in a commandeered Jeep, driving as fast as he can to Hawkins Memorial, as Robin and Dustin hold Eddie in the back.
Suddenly, Steve’s in a commandeered Jeep, driving as fast as he can to Hawkins Memorial, as Robin and Dustin hold Eddie in the back.
Hopper trades out with Robin as they approach the gate, ready to fight their way out if necessary.
This time, Dr. Owens comes through for them, pulling in every favor he’s ever had to remove Dr. Kay.
Hopper trades out with Robin as they approach the gate, ready to fight their way out if necessary.
This time, Dr. Owens comes through for them, pulling in every favor he’s ever had to remove Dr. Kay.
Fortunately, Eddie’s the only one who has been there long enough to be a dead weight. Between Steve and Hopper, they carry him out without slowing
Fortunately, Eddie’s the only one who has been there long enough to be a dead weight. Between Steve and Hopper, they carry him out without slowing
“Steve, this isn’t the same at—”
“Why not? He’s been in one position for over a year, in the cold and dark, barely doing anything. His eyes just need time and light.”
“Steve, this isn’t the same at—”
“Why not? He’s been in one position for over a year, in the cold and dark, barely doing anything. His eyes just need time and light.”
“Steve…” Eddie starts, only to ask, “Why… can’t I… open… my eyes?”
Dustin leans back, ready to figure things out, answer with science, only to whisper, “They’re open.”
“Steve…” Eddie starts, only to ask, “Why… can’t I… open… my eyes?”
Dustin leans back, ready to figure things out, answer with science, only to whisper, “They’re open.”
“No! Don’t apologize! You were trying to save me. To save all of us!”
“If Henderson doesn’t want it, I’ll take that apology. You sure as fuck owe me one,” Steve says.
“No! Don’t apologize! You were trying to save me. To save all of us!”
“If Henderson doesn’t want it, I’ll take that apology. You sure as fuck owe me one,” Steve says.
“It’s okay. I’m here, I’ve gotcha. You’re gonna be okay,” he promises, even though he has no idea if his words are true.
“It’s okay. I’m here, I’ve gotcha. You’re gonna be okay,” he promises, even though he has no idea if his words are true.
“Oh my God,” Steve murmurs as he holds Eddie and rubs his back, as he feels his lungs expand and contract beneath his ribs and muscles and skin.
Steve knows it’s cruel. That it’s mean to say it like this.
But he also knows how much Dustin needs to hear it. Kid’s been holding onto a fantasy and it’s ruining him.
Ruining Steve, too.
“Oh my God,” Steve murmurs as he holds Eddie and rubs his back, as he feels his lungs expand and contract beneath his ribs and muscles and skin.
And Gator LOVES that, but he NEEDS Michael slapping his ass and shoving his face into the mattress
And Gator LOVES that, but he NEEDS Michael slapping his ass and shoving his face into the mattress