#WALKING STEREO with HEADPHONES

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[newbakerontheblock]

Bucky Barnes 18+

Summary: gym session with y/n’s least favourite avenger

Warning: smut 18+

With headphones, you was hitting the punching bag hard. Sweat dripping and breathless. Completely unaware of her least favourite avenger strolling in.

Bucky plugged in his phone to the speakers and music blared out, making yn jump.

“Seriously Bucky,” she shouts

With a sly smirk on his face he turns around and starts lifting weights. She walked towards him and stood in his view,

“Turn it down,” she said whilst crossing her arms.

“Nope.” He looks past her at his form in the mirror.

She watches him for a few seconds, watching the muscles tense and the veins pop in his arms. She gave herself a little shake of the head and walked straight to the stereo, unplugging his phone.

“Hey!” That made Bucky stop, he dropped the weights and come rushing over. “What the hell are you doing?”

“It’s too loud, turn it down. I was here first, have some respect.”

“Oh doll, you need to respect your elders.” He takes a step forward with that annoying smirk across his face again.

YN held her breath as his face came closer, she could feel the pounding over her heart and clammy hands but she couldn’t let him know what she was feeling.

“Just turn it down.” She turned away from him.

“What happens if I say no?” Suddenly his voice was next to her ear and she jumped. His lips grazed her ear, blowing gently causing her to shiver.

“What are you doing?” Her voice came out in a low whisper.

“I’ve seen how you look at me, doll. And I think that you want me as much as I want you.” His finger ran down her arm whilst he spoke.

Yn turned around to face him and looked at him.

“Bucky,” she whispered and leaned forward.

His lips crashed down onto hers with no hesitation, her hands finding their way straight to his hair, tugging slightly and earning a grunt. The noise went straight through her and her pants were getting wet immediately. Bucky pushed yn against the wall and the kisses between them were coming so hot and heavy and she couldn’t breathe. He started making his way down her neck and she clenched around nothing, whining when he reached her soft spot.

“Bucky please,”

Bucky gave a small smirk and carried on. He pulled her top above her head and letting it fall to the floor. Quick as a flash he takes off her bra and mouth instantly finds its way to her nipple. His metal hand teases the other nipple while she writhes around. Moaning and a complete mess.

“Please I can’t,” he took a little pity on her and dropped to his knees. Slowly pulling down her shorts and pants.

She stopped breathing in anticipation, watching every movement he made. Hoping to god he was going to stop teasing and put her out of her misery.

“Oh doll, you’re so wet. Is this all for me?” He asked,

She nodded but it wasn’t enough for Bucky so he gave a sharp slap on her inner thigh.

“I said.. is this all for me?” He was stern but his eyes were watching her.

“Yes!” Yn felt like she was on fire and was about to combust.

Bucky attached his lips to her clit and ate her pussy like a man starved. Her knees buckled and he put her leg over his shoulder.

“Fuck!” She screamed across the gym. Hopefully no one planned on coming to the gym right now.

His cold metal finger found its way inside of her and her legs definitely gave out and held his shoulders for support. Another finger entered her and she saw stars, he curled his fingers in a come hither motion and her high came ripping through her so fast.

“Bucky!” She could barely say his name as she was cumming, Bucky never slowed down. Only continuing until yn was squirming to get away.

He stood up infront of her licking his metal fingers.

“Knew you’d taste so good,” he groaned.

He started kissing her again and pushed her against the wall, despite the orgasm she just had she was dripping for him. She’d always suspected he had a big cock but when he undressed in front of her she held her breath. She had no idea how it’d fit inside her, so thick and just perfect.

“Like what you see?” Yn hadn’t realised she was staring.

“So big, I don’t know how you’ll fit.” She admitted.

“Trust me.. jump” she wrapped her legs around him as he lifted her from the ground. The head of his cock rubbing against her clit. They both moaned in unison.

His cock nudging in slowly, and she felt the burn of the stretch. He was entering slowly so yn wasn’t hurting. But when he seated inside her fully she felt like all the air in her lungs had gone.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned against her neck.

“Move Bucky, please move.” And when he made the first thrust she knew she was done for, he’s ruined her for all men now. The intense feeling of pleasure he was giving her right now.

Fucking her against the wall in the gym, she held onto him tight as his cock dragged its way through her walls. She couldn’t speak, only moaning and whining as she felt another high climbing fast.

“You gonna cum on my cock? I can feel you squeezing me. So fucking perfect, this pussy is mine now. Do you understand?” His thrusts never faltered.

“Ye..yes..oh god.. yours!” Her words came out all jumbled.

Her pussy fluttering around his cock was going to make him cum too. He watched how her eyes glazed over with pleasure and mouth open as she let out small gasps each time he fully enters.

“I’m going to cum, where do you want it?” He makes sure to check.

“Inside.. fill me up Bucky..” she whispered.

Holy fuck she was perfect, thought Bucky. He leaned forward to kiss her as they both tumbled over the edge into bliss. Stars floating around her vision and it took a second for her to catch her breath. She felt Bucky push a strand of hair behind her ear and stroke her cheek.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“More than okay.” She gave him a smile and he realised that this was the most content he’s felt in many years.

Finally got round to a Bucky story 🥺

[titaniasfairy]

your stepbrother sam is so mean :(

(inspired by conversations w: @mortalheartache @zapernz @geekforhorror )

18+ MDNI!

cw: stepcest, mean!sam, fem!reader, sam is lowkey a perv, doggy, degradation, name calling (slut, whore, bitch)

stepbro!sam is such a meany to you :(( always tugging your hair while you’re studying or reading a book of some sorts.

he’ll come up behind you while you’re focused on finishing your homework with your headphones in and pencil moving on your paper when he pulls on your hair hard, causing you to yelp and yell out.

“sam stop! i need to get this done and you’re distracting me!”

he laughs at your annoyance while standing over your frustrated frame. his cock can’t help but twitch at your pouty lips and angry eyes.

“who cares, it’s not that important anyways. is it the end of the world if the little straight-a student doesn’t make the dean’s list?”

sam mocks your pouty face and bats his eyelashes with faux-sympathy. your eyes roll at his stupidly hot face while slamming your textbook shut and walking off into the kitchen.

his eyes immediately dart to your swaying hips and how good your ass looks in that skirt.

stepbro!sam doesn’t do laundry, like ever. even when there are absolutely no clean clothes left to wear. your parents make you take turns on who does what each week, but you always end up doing it for him anyways.

you’ll barge into his room while he’s blasting hard rock through his cheap stereo, plugging your ears with your fingers to try and drown out the noise.

“jesus, what do you want?” he barks at you and closes his laptop quickly (you wonder what he’s looking at…). he’s sat back in a desk chair with his arms crossed.

“for the love of god sam, do the laundry. i have absolutely no clean underwear!” sam smirks and stars down at your tits and how obvious it is that you’re not wearing a bra. your perky nipples peak out from the thin t-shirt your wearing and sam’s eyes are glued to it.

“i can see that.”

your jaw drops and you scoff, turning around and storming out of the room. “you’re such a creep, sam!” you yell out.

you don’t know that he purposefully doesn’t do the laundry so he can watch you prance around the house in no bra or panties under your clothes.

stepbro!sam never has any regard to you at all, always leaving stuff behind to clean up, never doing the dishes, tracking his cigarette smoke smell everywhere. he doesn’t even leave any hot water for you after he showers!

you’ll be all ready for your shower, skincare done and clothes off, all ready to start a new day. but when you step in and turn the water on, it’s freezing cold. after jumping away from the cold water, you realize the reason why and let out a scream in frustration.

before you can even think, you’re wrapping your towel around your nude body and storming into sam’s room.

“are you kidding me? you can’t even leave any hot wa-”

“well this is a nice view”

sam is laying on his bed with some magazine in his hand, an arm laid over his head to prop himself up. after realizing what he said, you try to cover yourself up more with your arms but there’s no point.

“no point in covering what i’ve already seen, sweetheart.”

once again, you’re turning around and storming out of his room, slamming the door and yelling “you’re so gross!”

sam’s grateful you didn’t hear him jerking off to the thought of you in the shower, water running so long it starts to turn cold.

but he’s meanest when he’s got you face down, ass up on his mattress. he holds your head down with his right hand and grips your ass with his left, slamming you into the bed beneath you.

his length pounds into your gummy walls and grazes your cervix, definitely leaving a bruise for later. sam’s balls are hitting your clit with each thrust, bringing you ever so close to bliss.

“don’t you fucking cum yet, whore. you think you can walk around being a sassy little prude and get away with it?”

tears sting in your eyes and your cunt clamps around him, his cock reaching the deepest spots inside you.

“sammy i’m sorry!! just please please let me cum!!”

“don’t you fucking dare. little bratty sluts don’t get to cum on their step brother’s cock.”

you try and let out an apology but your pathetic sobs just take over your words, filling the room with stupid cries and squelches of your juicy cunt.

“i don’t wanna hear it, bitch. now shut up and take it.”

[zerokurokawa]

Can I request a jealous rindou ignoring the reader? Then they makes up for it?? thank you!

Jealous Rindou X Reader | Uncanny Tutoring Sessions

You had been spending a lot of time with a guy studying that seriously needed some tutoring. He was failing every class and since you were the top of your class, the teacher had asked you to tutor him so he wouldn’t have to spend his days in summer school.

Rindou was okay with it at first, but this soon became an everyday thing. The tutoring sessions would last for hours considering the guy just simply wasn’t grasping the materials that you have been teaching him. As for a matter of fact, it was obvious that the guy liked you. He was constantly flirting with you and trying to get your number, even when you insisted that you had a boyfriend.

You even told Rindou about this, and he didn’t take it very well – threatening to kick the guy's ass if he didn’t lay off. He had wanted you to stop the tutoring sessions immediately but since you were doing it for extra credit, you couldn’t.

This led to Rindou being seriously jealous. He soon began to ignore your calls and text messages along with not coming over after school. Since you were in your senior year of school, Rindou had made a habit of picking you up everyday and going and doing something. The tutoring sessions had gotten in the way of that, and now Rindou was pissed.

After days of not hearing a word from Rindou, you finally muster up the courage to go and talk to him at his apartment that he shared with his brother. You knocked on the door and Ran answered.

“Hey y/n, Rindou is in his room.” He said nonchalantly as he went to go lay back down on the couch, watching his favorite TV show. You nodded your head and walked your way to Rindou’s room to find the door cracked.

“Hey… Why are you ignoring me?” You asked, while opening and closing the door all the way to give you both some privacy. He continued not to speak, just turning his face towards his computer and ignoring you fully.

You spoke again, “Rin, please answer me,” as you sat down on his bed, trying to think of ways to get his attention. Rindou plugged up his headphones and began to listen to the mixes he had been making. It was obvious he didn’t want to talk to you out of pure jealously of this other guy.

You got up and stormed out, thinking he would chase after you, but didn’t. On the way home, you passed a record store and saw that they had a new stereo system that Rindou had been wanting for his room. That’s when you got the bright idea to go inside, buy the sound system, and bring it back to his apartment.

You walked clean into his room and plopped it on the bed, gesturing a confused Rindou to open the box. As he did, his jaw dropped in amazement.

“Now tell me, why have you been ignoring me?” You asked once more.

“You’ve been spending all of your time with that loser guy friend of yours. I can’t fucking stand seeing you with him or anybody else.” He said as he opened the box to reveal the new stereo system.

“Does this make up for the fact that I was spending too much time with another guy?” You asked, hoping he would make amends with you.

“Not quite, but it’ll do.” He smirked as he walked over to you. He wrapped his arms around you and started pecking your neck with kisses. You knew where this would lead, and ultimately, it did.

Now that you two have made up, Rindou made a point for you to stop the tutoring sessions as they were getting a little out of hand and you made Rindou promise to communicate his desires and jealously instead of ignoring you from now on.

"Now, shall we continue where we left off?" He smirked again.

(A/N: I hope you like it anon!! It's so early here)

[jazminrhode1]

Sturniolo vs Sturniolo Sturniolo Triplets x Reader One Shot

Summary: You’re best friends with the triplets and you help them get over a fight.

Notes: N/a

You're at the triplets' house in LA watching Netflix on your laptop while they record the latest episode of their podcast. Over your headphones, you can hear yelling, and doors slamming.

You see Chris storm down the stairs to his room in the basement and Matt follows closely behind. He walks over to you slowly, looking upset, and slumps down on the couch next to you.

"What happened?" you asked, closing your laptop.

Matt lies down, resting his head on your lap. He never acts like this. This is going to be bad.

"I'm done," he says, "I'm done with this.

You're confused and need more information. "What happened?" you repeated.

He rolls onto his back, head still in your lap, looking straight up at you. "Nick and Chris fighting. I can't take it anymore, it's every fucking day" he explains.

Nick and Chris had been fighting a lot more than usual but, you figured it would pass - it always does. Nick was always the leader as the eldest triplet but, you could tell Chris didn't want to play the role of the idiotic youngest brother anymore.

You ran your fingers through Matt's hair and said, "Let me go and talk to them". You stood up and made your way upstairs.

You knock on Nick's door before opening it and hear him scream from the other side of the door, "fuck off, Matt!"

"It's me," you said as you opened the door slowly to avoid being hit by anything he might throw in your direction.

"Oh" he said sheepishly and patted the spot on the bed beside him. You made your way over and sat down next to him, resting your head on his shoulder. "What's going on?" you asked.

"Chris is being a dick and Matt's playing devil's advocate again", he said.

"Why do you think Chris is being a dick?" you asked. Hoping he would come to the conclusion on his own.

"He's so argumentative, he doesn't ever want to do what we want to do and he just sits around pouting whenever we try to film", Nick explains.

You nod slowly because you do understand where he's coming from. "I think that Chris is at a place where he's not a dumb kid anymore and -" before you can finish, Nick says "he doesn't want to be treated that way."

"Exactly" you nod. You sit up and look at Nick, he's shaking his head in disbelief. "We're lucky to have you, Y/n," he says.

"I'm gonna go talk to Chris", you say. "I hope he doesn't throw a fit", Nick replies. "That's what we're not going to do" you say as you leave his room and shut the door behind you.

As you walk past the middle level, Matt is where you left him scrolling through his TikTok at full volume. He looks up at you and raises his eyebrows as if to ask how it went. You didn't say anything just simply nodded and headed downstairs.

Music was blasting from Chris' room - you could hear it from upstairs. You didn't bother to knock before opening the door. Chris was lying on his bed with his face buried in his pillow. You took the remote to the stereo and turned it off.

"Hey!" he yelled. When he saw it was you, he went back to sulking.

'What's going on, Chris?" you asked as you walked over and sat next to him. He didn't reply and you thought you may have heard a sniffle but, you couldn't be sure.

"Chris," you started as he turned his head away from you. "You can't just sit in here and sulk. You need to talk to your brothers" you said.

"Why? They think I'm just a big fucking baby" he spat before burying his face back in his pillow.

"No one thinks that" you reassure him. "Nick thinks that" he says.

"Nick loves you. He's just so used to being the oldest he-", Chris interrupts you before you could finish, "he treats me like a big fucking baby."

"Not anymore," you start. "It might take some time but, he's not going to do that anymore," you say.

Chris turns to look at you and you can see the tears welling in his eyes. He was never good at communicating and would always bottle up his feelings until he exploded. Case in point.

"I hate when he treats me like that" Chris pouts.

"Sometimes, you need to tell him that," you say, "you might be triplets but, he can't read your mind".

Chris nods. He knows you're right no matter how much he hates to admit it. A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he wipes his eyes with his sleeve.

"Are you OK?" you ask. He nods, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

He jumps on top of you and wraps his arms around you, rolling over and pulling you onto his chest. At that moment, Nick and Matt walk in confused by what they're witnessing. You and Chris are giggling about how ridiculous he is and Matt piles on to join the hug.

Nick crossed his arms and shakes his head. "This is why I treat you like a child" he exclaims.

Chris frees one arm and tries to swing at Nick, still giggling and feeling much better.

"Get in here", Matt says. "Yeah, you guys should call a truce", you add.

Reluctantly, Nick walks over and flops on top of you all. You all roll until you're laying side by side, staring at the flicker of the ceiling light.

"Thank you", Matt whispers. Chris and Nick nod in agreeance.

"We couldn't do any of this without you, Y/n," Nick says. Chris and Nick shake their heads in unison.

"I love you, idiots," you say, with a smile on your face. "We love you more," Chris says as he rests his head on your shoulder.

[sadakorosee]

S/O fell off the bed sleeping with Raphael (Oneshot)

Raph x fem!reader (Short fic)

Summary: Raph's S/O fell down to the floor from sleeping with Raph. Reader is 5'2 or below. (Shoutout to short readers) :3

Raphael is both tall and broad. His body can cover an entire bed space; what more to say when y/n was only 5'2 and she wasn't exactly chubby nor slim. She's a thicc chick.

y/n decided to sleep over at the lair because 1) training with Splinter starts early morning and 2) her house was a 20 minute walk. She felt she was exhausted to walk and asked permission to sleep over. Of course the Hamato family didn't mind. She is their family now.

It was [12:45am] when their movie Halloween was over and Mikey switched off the tv when he grabbed Donnie's arm while shaking.

"D-Donnie, you don't think Michael Myers is in the sewers while we're sleeping, do you?"

"Mikey, you're referring to Pennywise and he's from IT. Halloween murders occurs every Halloween, like the title is self explanatory enough." Donnie let out an exasperated sigh. "Seriously, why did you pick that movie when you know you're terror-stricken by it?"

"We all know what's going to happen; you'd stay up all night reading any comics with funny scenes in it and laughed so loud even Sensei's noise cancelling headphones don't work." Leo shook his head.

y/n looked up at Raph confused. As if he knows what she's about to ask, he waved it off. "Sensei requested it after Mikey got his first stereo box. It was my fault though; I brought it back after I kinda broke Mikey's-"

"My skateboard, brah!" Mikey retorted.

~~~

Everyone was fast asleep by [1:17am] including Mikey- well, he's trying anyway. He cuddled his teddy bear and mumbled something pizzas and interacting with humans above.

y/n was slump on Raph's plastron/chest as it goes up and down slowly. His right hand placed on her back to keep her in position. To an outsider, it was a cute sight but from where's laid, she can faintly hear snores from her mutant boyfriend and groaned when it got louder. Her hand tapped on Raph's chest as a way to say keep it down but instead of lowering it down, he snorted in his sleep and surprised y/n, her body jolted from shock and ended up on the floor with a loud thud.

"Damn it, Raph." y/n whispered through her gritted teeth and rubbed her aching lower back.

Raph woke up immediately by the thud and saw her on the floor with an annoyed expression.

"What are you doing on the floor, darling?"

"Looking for any expired pizza under your bed," y/n rolled her eyes. "For god's sake, Raph, snore louder next time. I can't hear it from down here."

Raph chuckled tiredly and carried y/n back to bed, placing his arm around her while he lied on his side.

"Did you hurt yourself?" he didn't forget to ask.

"I might break my hips. Maybe I should skip-"

"You ain't skipping Sensei's training." His eyes already closed but his lips formed into a coy smile.

TMNT Masterlist

[sweetsweetjellybean]

Friends to Lovers | Steve Harrington

When a storm moves over Hawkins, your neighbor stops by to check on you.

TW: kissing, & more kissing with a little bit of bump & grind.

A deluge of rain punishes the earth for its unnamed transgressions. Dark cotton clouds roll across the sun, leaving the sky with a silvery amethyst glow. The green leaves desperately cling to the branches of a large oak as you watch from your raindrop-streaked window. A wall of torrential rain and wind moves across the garden with the smooth ripple of a snake. A loud crack precedes a neon lighting bolt, and a sizable branch hits the grass-carpeted ground. The northern oak sways ominously, mourning its lost limb. Scrambling toward the side of the bed furthest from the windows, you bring your black legging-clad legs towards your chest and tuck your toes under the white duvet. 

The white fairy lights you have strung around your bed flicker, and you pull up the soft sleeve of your well-loved open cardigan from where it slipped down your shoulder. The long growl of thunder rattles your window. Quickly, you pick up your leather over-the-ear headphones and place them snugly on your head, blocking out any further cries of disapproval from mother nature. The sensual beat lets your mind wander back into the scene you had been writing earlier. Fingers tracing the spiral black cord running from your headphones to wear their plugged into the receiver, your tongue sneaks out, wetting your bottom lip as the faceless man in your head runs his hand from the back of your thigh to your hip. With your favorite pen in hand, you scribble down the details in your black comp notebook, trying to capture the sensation of the strong hands moving over skin. A warmth covers your chest, and goosebumps rise in a wave as the freckles dotting the arms of your faceless man come into focus. The flexing muscles of his chest, the bob of his adam's apple as he swallows, a lock of golden brown hair falling over his brow. Sighing heavily, you rip out the page, crumple it up, and toss it toward the pile accumulating on your floor - you've got to stop picturing your neighbor.

He was jogging by as you wrestled your mattress from the back of the u-haul the day you moved in. His muscle tee stained darker in the center, saturated in sweat, and you weren't much better. Baby fine hairs that escaped your damp pony plastered to your sticky temples. 

"You need any help?" he asks, out of breath as he stops in front of you, taking off his baseball cap to wipe away some sweat. He pushes some hair to the side before turning his hat around and putting it on backward. 

The skeptical look you give him has him chuckling, "I'm not a creep, swear. I'm your neighbor. Apartment 44."

The ground-floor studio is one of four sandwiched between the rows of townhomes; you were lucky to snag it. The garden-style apartment opens to a shared green space with a pool and walking paths. It's the first time you've been able to afford somewhere on your own.

"Steve Harrington," he says, wiping his hand on his shorts before offering it to you. Deciding to take him up on his offer to help, you shake his hand and introduce yourself. 

"This is cozy," he nods, looking around the space after he helped you set up your bed. There wasn't much to see. A mattress on a platform frame pushed close to a wall of windows, a desk with a word processor, and a small stand with your stereo that had crates of records and tapes surrounding it. A tiny efficiency kitchen ran along the same wall as the door, with an even smaller bathroom beside it. The extra-long cord for your headphones reaches every corner of your rental. 

"I'm sure it's not as nice as yours," you say, knowing the price difference between your studio and his two-bedroom.

"It's just bigger," he says with his hands resting on his hips, drawing your eyes down to the running shorts clinging to quite a substantial bulge. Sweet Jesus, what does he keep in there?

"It must be," your eyes snap up to his face, "I mean you have two bedrooms," you stumble trying to cover up your gawking.  

"They're pretty much all the same," he shrugs, "Pond View Estates doesn't offer much of a view. At least it didn't." 

He's flirting. The weight of his gaze makes you feel self-conscious in your sweaty, dirty, moving clothes, "Okay, well, thanks for your help," you move towards the door, hoping he'll take the hint. 

"Yeah, I'll let you get back to it. Let me know if you need anything," he pauses when he's on the other side of the threshold.

"I will. See you around," you say, inching the door closed.

"See you later…alligator," he says and then grimaces before turning in the direction of his apartment. 

Leaning with your back against the door you think you hear a quiet "Goddammit" being muttered as he walks away. Capturing your lip between your teeth, you fight back a chuckle. 

The song flowing into your ears fades into silence, quickly filled by the loud sound of the rain falling even harder outside. Alarm drags you back to the surface, away from the tranquil waters of the story playing out inside your head. Water is starting to collect in large puddles in the garden, and you worry the tiny slab of your concrete patio won't be enough to stop the rain from seeping under the french door. Slipping the headphones around your neck and setting aside your pen and notebook, you start scooting off your bed when a loud sound startles you. It takes a moment to realize the noise is someone rapping on your front door, not the sound of more tree limbs falling. The black cord trails behind you, the music sounding tinny and muffled where it comes out around your neck. The knocking grows more insistent. Twisting the deadbolt, you throw open the door without thinking of putting on the chain to check who is on the other side. 

The howling wind blows a fine mist through your door, damping your cheeks and the wooden boards around your bare feet. Steve is standing with one hand on the door casing, his mouth slightly agape with irritation, his shirt completely sodden and clinging, while rainwater drips from his hair down his face. 

"Steve, it's raining," you exclaim dumbly, surprised to see him in such a state on your doorstep.

"Yeah. I noticed," he closes his eyes and uses his thumb and index finger to clear his eyes, "Are you going to let me in?"

"Of course. I'm sorry, come in," you stand aside to let him pass. 

He stands just inside the door, the water dripping off him, creating a puddle around his sneakers. 

"You're soaked. Let me get you a towel," you open the small closet where you store your linens just outside the bathroom.

He toes off his shoes and carries them to the door. "I came to check on you. Make sure you weren't flooding," he yanks his t-shirt over his head, leaving him in worn light-washed jeans. It hits the floor with a splat. Rain water drips from his hair down his neck, disappearing into the patch of hair on his chest. 

He takes the towel you're holding and rubs at his wet locks, "Your car's here. So when you didn't answer, I got worried."

"I had my headphones on. I didn't hear you."

"I should have guessed," he says, bending down to mop up the water on the floor. 

"You don't have to worry about me, you know. It's just a thunderstorm," you say, startling as the lights flicker and a boom of thunder reverberates, shaking the dishes in your cupboard.

"I think I do," he says, taking a step towards you. The compact space feels even smaller with him here. 

"When you answer the door without the chain on," he takes another step, the distance between you shrinking, "Dressed like that," he motions to the lacy bralette under your cardigan. The swell of your breasts barely covered and your midriff left bare.

"I wasn't expecting company," you swallow. He's standing so close. He smells like rain and soap scented with citrus and cedar.

He dips his head, and your lips part as you lean slightly toward him. A moment before you touch, his fingers wrap around the headphone cord instead. He pulls the plug from the jack on your receiver, and a sultry woman's voice plays through the speakers mixing with the patter of the downpour, as she sings I'm open to fall from grace. The warmth of embarrassment rushes to your cheeks, and you step back, regaining some space and remembering what you asked of him weeks earlier.

Pushing up the sunglasses that keep sliding down your nose, aided by your sweat-slicked skin, you look up from your half-filled notebook at the crowded pool in front of you. The blazing sun and oppressive humidity had the entire complex gathered around the in-ground pool. A group of senior ladies wearing gaudy jewelry and jungle-print bathing suits sat gossiping while they baked in the sun, their browned skin resembling raisins. Harried mothers joined by husbands sporting farmers' tans trying to wrangle crying kids holding sticky melting popsicles. Ignoring the leer of an oiled-up man wearing a neon speedo and two many gold chains, you go back to writing. The play button on your walkman pops, indicating it's time to turn the tape to the other side. Balancing your notebook on your lap, you fumble the tape, and your pen bounces off the concrete pavers before rolling under the lounger beside you. 

"I'll get it," Steve says as he reaches under his lounger to retrieve your pen. Until then, you hadn't been aware of who was sitting beside you, but now you're very, very aware. A grin spreads across his boyishly handsome face, but the body it's attached to is all man. 

"Thanks," you smile as you take the pen from his hand. A zip of electricity dances under your skin where your fingers brush against his. 

"Can I ask you something?" he tilts his head and crosses those long legs at the ankle.

"Go for it," you slide your earphones down around your neck.

"Does the tape you're listening to have the same song playing on repeat?" he points at your walkman, the corners of his eyes crinkle as he squints in the bright sun. 

"You could hear that, huh?" you ask, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth. 

He nods in response, and you crinkle your nose disconcerted by his question, "Umm, yeah. It is the same song over and over again." 

He chuckles good-naturedly and waits for further explanation.

"I get distracted when a new song starts. It takes me away from what I'm writing." you pull your knees closer to your chest and wrap your arms around them. 

"So you're a writer?"

"I'm trying to be," you say, blowing out a breath. 

"What do you write?" he asks, leaning towards you, giving you his full attention.

Book covers with images of big hunky men ripping open the bodices of pink-cheeked ladies stamped with your pen name come to mind, so you decide to go with, "Whatever pays the bills."

"What about you?" you ask before he gets a chance to press you further. 

"I'm a manager at Family Video," he explains, rubbing the back of his neck, "but don't be impressed there are four employees, including me. Two of them are part-timers, and the other ones is another manager. So, I don't really manage anything. It means I keep the kids out of the adult section.

"Nothing wrong with being a cinephile," you comment. His face falls into confusion.

"Someone who loves films."

"Oh," his eyes brighten with understanding, "I do get free rentals," he says awkwardly before changing the subject, "Where are you from?"

"What makes you think I'm not from here?" you tease, "Does everybody really know each other?"

"Pretty much. It's a small town."

"Well, I'm an army brat, so I was in Huston and then St. Paul before my family moved to Chicago. I went to school for creative writing at Perdue, and now I'm here," you say, gesturing around you as a group of small children run by with a blow-up beach ball. 

"You should let me take you out sometime and show you around," he says, making his move. 

"Steve, you seem really great, but I just moved here. I'm trying to finish this book and get my feet under me. I'm not ready to date right now," you let him down gently, "but I could really use a friend?"

"Of course, we can be friends," he recovers quickly without a hint of disappointment in his voice, "Who said anything about dating? Friends show friends around."

"You're right. That was presumptuous of me," you say, going along with him. 

"Alright friend," he says, standing up, "I'll let you get back to work," he picks up his towel and wraps it around his neck, "I'll see you around," he heads in the direction of his apartment. 

"See you later, alligator," you call after him. 

Guys like him were usually too good to be true, but over the weeks, you've gotten to know him, and he's proved to be the exception. Settling into an easy friendship, he hasn't pushed for more. The attraction has been there, though, just under the surface, simmering like a pot on the stove. Small touches. A hand on the small of your back or your shoulder. Sitting with the outside of his thigh pressed against yours. Glances that have lasted a little too long. Increasing the heat, now he's standing right in front of you, and you feel like you're going to boil over.

"Stop looking at me like that," he says, walking away from you to the french door, bending down to check the seal.

Taking your headphones from around your neck and setting them down, you join him, crowding into his space. 

"Like what?" you ask once he's straightened up, looking into the warm honey hues of his eyes.

"Like you want me to…" he trails off as his eyes break the connection fluttering down to your lips. After a soft inhale, his mouth follows their path. Soft lips ghosting over yours, the lightest brush before pulling back, his eyes begging for permission.

"I thought we were friends," cold uncertainty pushes back against the fire between you.

"Friends kiss," he assures, his hand moving to your shoulder, nudging the neck of your sweater until it falls off your shoulder.

"Not like that," your stomach tightens with every touch.

"It doesn't count when it's raining," he reasons. His big hand lands on your hip, urging you closer.

"Why is that?" you place your palms flat on his bare stomach, and his abs jump under at the contact. 

"I don't know. I don't make the rules," the corners of his mouth twitch, fighting back a smile as he explains the absurd logic he concocted.

"Who does then?" you press, your hands slowly sliding up the silky skin of his chest, fingertips collecting his freckles as they pass.

"You do," his other hand presses into your back, pulling you flush against him. 

"Me?" you ask, surprised. The coarse hair on his chest is softer than it looks as your hands travel through it on their way to wrap around the back of his neck. 

"Yeah, you're going to tell me if you want me to stop, and I'm going to listen," he makes sure you know you're in control before his mouth comes down, pulling your bottom lip between his before mirroring his movements with the top. 

He pauses to gauge your reaction, but you don't let him get far. Tightening your hold on his neck, you bring his mouth back to yours, angling your head so he can deepen the kiss. And god, Steve can kiss. He deliciously explores your mouth, tongue sliding against yours. 

As your hand slides down his neck to his shoulder, opening and closing to knead the muscle, you try to conjure the words to capture this moment, so you can take it out later when the sun is out. But the way his mouth moves has every thought fleeing like a firefly on a summer night trying to escape being caught in a jar. 

Steve takes a few steps towards the bed, taking you with him. The springs of your mattress protest the sudden shift in weight as you climb in together, lying on your sides. 

"Tell me what you want," he says, tucking some hair behind your ear. 

"It's still raining out," you reply, slipping your arms out of your sweater, trading its warmth for his, "I want you to kiss me."

He leans over you, dipping down again and again, languidly tasting, savoring, kissing you like the world could fall down around him and you'd be the only thing that mattered. The cassette tape spins, songs changing from one to the next. For once it doesn't distract you, living fully present in this world instead of the one inside your head. Kissing him back like the billowing clouds, like it's everything, like its art. 

Tugging him by the belt loops, you pull him closer until he's cradled between your thighs, the comforting press of his weight a luxury in itself. When his hardening length hits just the right spot, your eyes roll back, and you're suddenly aware of just how wet you've become. Your hips roll without your permission, chasing the lightning bolt of pleasure. He groans, burying his face in the pillow beside you. 

"Is that okay?" you whisper against his temple stroking his hair.

"It's okay," he says, lifting his head to look at you, "but I'm probably going to um-"

"Me too," you admit shyly.

"Is that what you want?" he asks, studying your face, "For me to make you feel good?"

"Yes, that's what I want."

There's a new urgency to his kiss as his first strokes of his hips steal your breath leading to a frenzy of movements before finding a rhythm, rocking in opposite directions. 

"Just like that," you moan as he grinds his rigid bulge against your core. 

His hand grips your thigh, directing it around his waist, driving the rough denim over the thin material of your yoga pants, increasing the pressure. 

"You're so beautiful. I've wanted to tell you since we met," he whispers, placing open-mouthed kisses on your neck.

The last song fades into the whirring of the tape deck before it stops completely with a sharp click. Your ears swiftly adjust, sharpening the sound of the falling rain and rumbling thunder. His mouth lingers on the sensitive skin just below your ear, exhales turning into low aughhs in harmony with each thrust. The rise and fall of your chest is getting faster, your stomach tightens with arousal knowing his noises are all for you. Seeking out his mouth, your hips rise off the bed, moving harder with a desperate need to see him come undone.

He smooths your hair back, fingers sliding against your temple, thumb brushing your chin, "Let yourself fall," he kisses just below the curve of your bottom lip, "I'll catch you."

And so you do, and he falls over the edge with you. With a strike of lighting, the world blurs as you float through the clouds, and just like he promised, he catches you with warm lips and gentle touches until you've both come down from the surge. Offbeat plinks of drops hitting metal add another layer to the storm's changing song. 

"You'll have to call maintenance," he says, snaking his arms around your waist, "they probably won't show up until tomorrow. You'd better stay at my place tonight. You know, just in case."

There's a splash of water as Steve's feet hit the floor. "Oh shit," he looks at the floor and then at the french door. A small stream of water has crept its way in from the outside. Steve rolls up towels and places them in front of the door, trying to block the gap while you mop up what you can.

"You might be right," you say, pulling him down for another kiss, "I think the forecast said it's going to rain all night."

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🌾 Walks with Eddie 🌱

It all started when you wanted a milkshake

Eddie had just enough gas in the tank to get to his next gig and stop at the gas station on the way home after getting paid for the night

But one thing he was NOT about to do was deny you your favorite treat!!

The closest place to get a shake was just under a mile away, and Eddie would have sprinted it if it meant getting you your treat faster, but then he had a little idea

“Hey pumpkin, you wanna go for a walk?”

This was the start of one of your favorite hobbies to do together

At first, you’d only walk to the drive thru and back, trying a different milkshake flavor each time, swapping shakes back and forth to try each other’s flavor

Eventually, you start walking further, taking different routes

Eddie always made you hold his hand whenever you crossed the street, and you usually wouldn’t let go until you reached your destination

If this is modern!Eddie, the two of you would share a pair of earbuds and listen to your favorite songs together, while you and classic 80s Eddie would take turns with the tape player, or just go without headphones and play music out loud on his portable stereo

Every. Single. Time. you come across a dandelion, you HAVE to make a wish on it

Eddie always asks you what you wished for, which you tell him is a secret, until he starts wishing on dandelions too and you beg to know what he wished for

Same with hopscotch, if you found some chalk that a child had drawn that morning, both you and Eddie without fail would hop across the sidewalk

On the way home, as the trailer park first came into view, you and Eddie would both break out into a sprint, first one to the trailer gets 20 kisses!

After you’d traversed every street within a reasonable distance, Eddie would start driving the two of you around other areas of Hawkins to find new neighborhoods and trails to explore

You marveled at the different yards of some houses, different architecture, gardens full of fruits and flowers, or creative lawn decorations

It was especially fun during holidays, seeing all the spooky decorations and jack-o-lanterns during Halloween, and the beautiful twinkling lights at Christmas

You’d walk through forest hiking trails, each of you stuffing your pockets with cool rocks, sticks, and flowers you’d find

When you got home, you’d each empty your forest hordes and trade rocks like currency

Eddie would pick any flowers he’d come across and put them behind your ear, until you scolded him for picking the flowers and hurting their feelings, so he vowed to only take flowers that had already fallen to the ground from then on

Any time you’d find a long stick, you’d carry it like a magic wand for the rest of your walk, casting spells on all the squirrels and birds you saw

Eddie would be fond of collecting big branches to repurpose as wizard staffs

If it was rainy, you’d still walk, jumping in EVERY puddle along the way

Walking around everywhere also helped the two of you make a lot of friends, especially furry ones

After a while, you’d start carrying dog treats in your pockets for all the little puppies you’d meet!

[violetrainbow412-blog]

Queen [E. M]

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

word count: 1.7k

summary: Eddie hates the sudden crush you're having for a celebrity and when you find out why it turns out to be the cutest thing in the world

A/N: okay I have to confess that this one shot it's pure self-indulgence because I have been so obsessed with Queen lately

I liked them a lot when I was a teenager and I think this love had only been dormant in me, lmao

Anyways this is short but I hope you like it!

Eddie walked around the cafeteria, looking around at you. When he found you, you were holding a magazine in your hands and as he walked towards you, he swore he heard a sigh of love.

"Hey, girl," he exclaimed as he plopped down next to you, watching you jump startled.

“Hi,” you said excitedly, as you closed the magazine and put it aside. Eddie took the opportunity to glance sideways and he couldn't contain an annoyed groan when he saw the cover. It had Queen, the group you've been obsessed with lately.

"Seeing that band again?"

"Yes!" you replied, not noticing the annoyed tone your friend had used "I found this magazine at Mitch's stand near my house, can you believe it?" you exclaimed, as you opened it to a certain page. Eddie rolled his eyes when he saw the photograph on it.

"That blond again?"

Roger Taylor.

Eddie vaguely knew the group, he had seen them on television and he didn't dislike them, he could even say that he liked some songs. But now it was different, because your fascination was directly proportional to the hatred he had for them. He didn't even have a valid reason, he just felt extremely angry that you liked them so much. It was difficult to understand and much more difficult to explain. But of all, the one he hated the most was Roger.

“He's not just a blonde, he's the most handsome man on earth. Just look at it!” you screeched, showing him the photo. "I'm in something like a fan club and they just sent me these pictures of them in Brazil, look at them," you continued, handing him three small polaroids. There were two groups and one with just the bassist and drummer “He looks so handsome in white. And he just looks at her hair and her smile and her eyes…”

"Isn't this guy like 40 years old?"

“36!” you corrected him, completely offended.

"Which means he could be your father."

"And what does that matter?" you insisted “If he were here right now, I would let him do with me what he wanted”

“Y/N!” Eddie exclaimed, suddenly modest, but you giggled.

“I could literally melt from how hot he is, have you seen him as a young man? With that long hair that looks so soft. I swear I could…”

"Hello!" Dustin greeted, arriving just in time to prevent you from saying another obscenity out loud. Eddie felt completely ashamed of your thoughts. Sure he knew what sex was and he had a couple of dirty magazines in his bedroom, but it felt so weird to hear you saying those things.

The matter faded as lunch progressed, but he still felt strange looking at the magazine and photos lying next to you, a feeling he tried to ignore.

The days passed, then the weeks, and Eddie felt calmer when you hardly even talked about the rock band. Only an occasional mention or when you took off your headphones and because of the volume so high he managed to hear a little of one of their songs.

Until one day he was waiting for you outside your house to go for a walk and you approached with the biggest smile you've ever had. Eddie thought you were excited to see him until he saw a cassette in your hand and he was oddly disappointed.

"Check out what I just bought!" you exclaimed euphorically, without even greeting him, while you showed him the little plastic box that had The Works written on it accompanied by an image of four men "I'm going to put it on your stereo"

“Hello to you too, how are you? I'm fine, thanks for asking,” he said wryly, but you just laughed softly. The first song started playing when Eddie was already driving down the street; It was something disco.

"Oh, this song was written by Roger," you told him excitedly. It was catchy and good, but Eddie wasn't going to admit it and decided to say something impolite instead.

"Didn't he also write a super weird fuck-a-car song?"

"What? Nope!" you laughed "It's called I'm in love with my car and it's like, huh, a metaphor"

"I repeat, it's weird and that guy is weird too," he snorted, but you didn't register his angry tone because you were too busy nodding your head to the beat of the music.

You had decided that you would go for ice cream and so you did. For most of the afternoon you were talking and talking, while Eddie just ate his ice cream and answered in monosyllables. You thought it was just a passing thing but he kept silent even on the way to your house, which if he was out of the ordinary.

"Why are you so quiet, Ed?" you asked, genuinely interested.

“It's nothing” he lied, even though you knew it wasn't. He reached for you and you thought he would hug you, but instead he opened the glove compartment and pulled out a cassette which he reluctantly tossed into your lap. “I recorded that song for you. I hope you still want to hear that kind of stuff now that you're a Queen fan,” he muttered without much encouragement. But you smiled when you realized what was happening.

“Is this why you are mad? Is it because I like Queen now?”

"I'm not mad," he defended himself, but his crossed arms and the pout on his lips said something else.

When you looked more closely at the cassette you realized that it was covered in purple foil and had both your name and his written in that boy's ragged handwriting.

So in a second everything seemed to click and you understood why Eddie was upset every time you listened to the band or talked about your crush. He wasn't angry, he was jealous.

"God, it can't be, are you worried that I'll stop listening to your music because I like Queen?" you said, trying not to sound mocking, but with a smile you couldn't hide.

"Again I don't know what you're talking about, please go now, it's late and your parents are going to be angry"

"Ed, you can't be serious," you insisted. The whole thing was so silly "Or is it that you're mad because I like Roger?"

“I already told you it's nothing! OK?" he muttered. He really looked upset and you felt bad for a moment, until you heard him speak again “I don't even understand what you see in that guy. He just plays drums and he's white, it's not a big deal” he said grumbling “And lately you just talk and talk about him and how handsome he is and all that shit and he's like 20 years older than you!”

If it had been someone else, you probably would have laughed and told him to go to hell. But it turns out that the one who was sick with jealousy at your crush on a rockstar was your best friend, the same guy who was trying to be a rockstar himself and didn't want to share the job with anyone else. That's why you found the whole thing totally cute.

“Eddie, what the hell are you talking about? I like him, yes, but it's not like he's my next-door neighbor to run away with. He's thousands of miles away from here because he's a fucking Brit who has a huge bunch of fans just like me. And besides, he's married and has kids,” you laughed, punctuating this last part.

And suddenly Eddie felt so dumb. He was being an idiot being jealous of someone you didn't even know and wouldn't know anytime soon and all because he had a bit of a crush on you and hated it when someone else stole your attention. He wanted you at band rehearsals, hearing and complimenting their songs, but that need for attention had gone too far. So he continued to fold his arms and fled from your gaze, but this time out of sheer embarrassment.

"Eddie, could you at least look at me?" said. You were very persistent and he knew it, so he had no choice but to turn to see you. You weren't the least bit upset, on the contrary, you looked the most amused "Does that calm your jealousy a bit?"

"I'm not jealous" he spat, as if you had just done him the worst offense in the world, but you kept talking with that smile on your face.

“Well, in case you were jealous, I have to tell you that you have nothing to worry about. I prefer guitarists, before drummers”

"Really?" he asked, oddly hopeful, but still feeling like an idiot.

"Of course! There is one in particular with very nice curls and brown eyes” you exclaimed. Eddie let go of that angry frown and smiled at this, almost blushing, “His name is Brian May, do you know him? He is part of the band Queen”

"Okay, now get out of the car and go home," he said suddenly, returning to that frown that made you laugh out loud.

"I'm kidding! Obviously I mean you” you exclaimed, approaching him and putting one of your hands on his arm to ease the tension “Corroded coffin will always be my favorite band and I'll be at every concert. And you will always be my favorite musician, I promise you,” you said sweetly, as you closed the distance further and hugged him. That's when he relented and wrapped both hands around you as he breathed in the scent of your hair. Even though it was already clear that it was nonsense, he felt calmer now “What do you say we listen to that song together, huh? I want to know what my pretty boy wrote,” you continued. Eddie wanted to die because you had called him yours and pretty in the same sentence.

Without waiting for an answer you took the cassette and placed it delicately in the player, still with your body leaning against his to assure him that you were serious.

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It wasn't metal, it was just Eddie playing the acoustic guitar from his room as he sang in a soft, husky voice. The song spoke of friendship, love, and joy. From a person who was lucky to have another and didn't want to lose them. As the words echoed through the car, your head rested on the boy's chest, and your arm wrapped around his body, a tender smile spread across your face. And so you stayed for a long time, just enjoying the warmth and affection that Eddie emanated.

[alitheamateur]

After Hours

I’m sooo new to this JB fanfic world! Go easy on me 😎 Someone planted this little seed, so I obliged. Some smutty, smut, smut, so enjoy yourself. You’ve been warned 🫠

Preseason was a plethora of emotions for you. The anticipation of the impending season and the ring it may deliver for your guy was the indescribable high it brought. But, you couldn’t help but feel the heavy dread of Joe’s time with you slipping away once more as the month of May arrived.

Off season for him was coincidentally your slowest time of year at work as well, which meant the two of you were attached at the hip. Actually, more so attached in other places. Much more fun, satisfying places

Joe had fallen into the grind and sway of mini camp earlier last week, and you’d already seen so much less of that beach tanned face than you would ever prefer. A spring event you were knee deep in planning for a new business downtown had your attention on lockdown into the late evening hours, usually after Joe had been in bed for a while upon your arrival home. The ebb and flow of responsibility wearing out it’s welcome in your relationship.

Lucky for you, you had some pull with one very valuable QB, who could snag you some VIP access, & he had planned you join him at the facility for your cardio after work, rather than the 24-hour gym you typically attended alone 4 times a week.

You’d changed in your office as the sun dozed off into the night, & were about to take a left into the stadium lot when your phone chimed.

J: Let me know when you’re here. I’ll come walk you up.

Most spaces were empty as majority of the team had turned in for the night, but occasionally Joe liked to hang around late and get an ice bath in after the heat of his day.

You slung your car into park, gathering your keys and such, and waited for Joe to arrive at your beckoning.

Just as you’d opened the door of your white SUV he’d come gliding out the double doors of the tunnel. Still clad in the sticky residue of a sweaty afternoon, his tussled curls bounced from under the confines of a black headband. The thin coverings of a nearly painted on sleeveless shirt left little to your already soaring imagination as he patiently approached you with a lazy half smile.

“There she is.” He cooed, snaking a wide, sinewy forearm around your waist.

You met his eager kiss, sneaking a salty taste of his top lip between your teeth briefly.

“Let’s get this show on the road, Burrow. I have plans for you when we get home.”

Joe raised his groomed eyebrows in curious intrigue, nodding his head as he intertwined his fingers with yours to escort you inside.

The lights of the hallways had been switched off, the glow of an office here and there lighting the way towards the weight room. Once you’d twisted and turned through the doorways of the locker room and PT areas, Joe let loose of your hand to gesture toward his polar plunge.

“ I lifted while the guys were still here but Ja’Marr and I moved the bike in here for you so we could be closer.”

As he explained, he nonchalantly eliminated the cover of his spandex shirt, the lines of his back showing off in full view.

This man is actually going to have the audacity to outright strip himself like there’s nothing to it.

You played his coy game, realizing if you didn’t, there was no way you’d be able to keep your grubby paws off of him until the two of you reached home.

Slinging a leg over the seat of the exercise bike, you shifted comfortably & moved to pop a headphone into one ear for some background music.

“I can play something through the speakers, babe.” Joe mentioned, dragging your attention to his bear naked frame about to slink into the sea of slush.

His breath hitched, but only momentarily as he disappeared below the beck into the tub, still leaving you a view of his broad biceps laid over sides of his bath.

Smiling, still baffled at his calm, collective behavior, you nodded. “Only if you promise to play things I like too, stereo hog.”

He reached for his phone, poking at the screen behind quizzical brows just as H.E.R echoed faintly through the concrete walls.

You’d already began to pedal, a sheen of liquid collecting on your chest beneath a white tank top. Joe would ask a brief question about dinner, and you’d inquire how camp was going, catching up on each other as the moments passed.

Your focus lie far, far away from anything other than him.

The racket of ice chattered off the sides of the metal tub as he’d shift his apparently sore knees beneath the water, causing him to stretch his thick neck from side to side. A board hand combing back the stray waves ticking his forehead, water from his bath dampened the knotted locks.

Your breaths were hitching with the heaviest rise and fall watching him, the motion of your speedy pedaling easier on you than the sight of him.

“Slow down, baby. You’re not gonna be able to walk outta here.” Joe chuckled, oblivious to the fact that your workout had nothing to do with your panicked pace.

Reaching for a towel, he revealed himself from beneath the water, arising from the pool like statuesque sex. Eyes down as he tied the towel around his hips, not hurriedly, assuring you catch the perfect glimpse of his gifted manhood, he then looked up, bottom lip biting back his arrogant, knowing smile. He winked toward you.

Your movements, and possibly even your breaths, ceased at the sight. Aches all unrelated to the exercise bicycle tore through your core viciously, undoubtedly giving away your want for him.

“Is anyone here?” You simply asked him.

Stepping out onto the floor, he matter of factly marched toward the locker room before picking up his phone.

“Nope.” He answered as he lifted you from atop the seat.

Your legs instantly tightened around his muscled stomach as he carried you with a purpose you were all too readily aware of.

The fluorescent lights of the carpeted room reflected off the wetness of both your bodies as Joe tongued his way inside your mouth, lowering your unsteady legs to the floor.

“Sit here.” He bossed, placing you on a chair directly in front of his name marked locker.

“You’re up to something,” you breathily remarked and he pulled off you shoes, then your leggings, nearly growling to find nothing underneath.

“You better fucking believe I am,” he boldly admitted. “Take off that damn bra.”

Like the law abiding citizen you were, you obeyed without second thought, although curious why he was stepping away from you.

Planting his still towel clad body a few feet in front of you, he lifted his phone to point in your direction.

“Look above your head,” Joe directed so you would turn to see his name plate just over top of you. “Now, touch yourself for me.”

Confusion, however still arousal, swarmed you for a mere second before you connected the dots.

Joe wanted this memory forever. You, naked and flushed with overwhelming heat, pleasuring yourself in front of his locker, his name marker above you like a little gift tag. The success of his dreams come true, and his most prized asset all in one photo. Not to mention there wasn’t anything sexier to him than you being turned on by the colossal badass he was on the field.

You obliged with full commitment, not daring ruin this fantasy for him. As if you’d had to pretend to begin with…

You steadied yourself, legs spread wide, your neck fell back in a heavy daze as you touched between your thighs. Twinges of an anticipated release wasted no time trying to overcome you, almost seconds after you’d began. The excited and unfamiliar adventure of the moment almost too much to bear.

“Enough is enough.” Joe croaked with a scratchy throat. “I’m fucking taking you.”

Before you could protest, (as if you would) he was on his knees feasting and worshipping at the gap of your thighs like a man crazed. You tugged at his hair, latching a leg around his neck to steady yourself for his attack but there was no dignity left between the two of you. Screams of passion and groans of a starving man bounced off your ear drums, sounds you thought you may be arrested for had anyone witnessed.

“I could die one happy fucking man right now, princess. Such a good girl doing what daddy says.”

Trying to resist the explosion you felt in your belly, simply trying to make the moment last, you held your breath. But the resistance had no chance against Joe. You shook from head to toe, squashing the near life out of his handsome face as you clenched in release around him.

Barely taking a second to let him recover from snack time, you swiftly tugged him to the seat now slick with your sticky sweetness & mounted his wide lap with giddy readiness.

You knew better than to slid onto him without slow preparation, but the fire inside you spread like a ruthless flame & you couldn’t take the time for forms of restraint. Joe laid his palm on your panting throat, his thumb bitten between your hard bite. He never took the blown pupils of his eyes off of you as you frantically rode his solid member. Joe’s tongue grazed the love of your ear, the labored exhales of your name encouraging you.

“This what you had in mind?” You whimpered, digging into his shoulder for leverage.

His worked palm’s grazed their way over every goosebump on your swaying body, their destination bound for the gentle shimmy of your plump cheeks. The way he molded into you was an indescribable bliss that your body had learned to crave more than any morsel of food known to man. The sensation of his meaty, toned core flexed under your clawed fingers, and he kissed his answer into your mouth.

“This is always what I have in mind, gorgeous. I never get tired of this soft little pussy.” He chuckled devilishly, his sexy smile only sending you farther over pleasures edge.

Your sudden, clenching jolts, taunting Joe inside of you, and you saw the familiar furrow of his brow that meant he was shamelessly losing himself to your feminine sway.

Tilting your heads back in united ecstasy, the pair of you rode of the finishings, headed skin electric against one another.

“We should make a habit of this,” Joe traced small lines on the small of your back, peppering you with thoughtful kisses. He was proud of himself, cheeky son of a bitch.

He helped you get dressed before clothing himself, escorting you go your car, flirting like a teenager the whole way, his arm snug around your shoulders.

“We still have to shower when we get home..” He reminded.

Maybe the seasons beginning wouldn’t be so bad after all.

[staytinyville]

Bang Chan

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↣ Summary: You find yourself struggling with coming up with the perfect song for a group. Your energy was being sucked away after losing all hope for creating the perfect piece. However, when you spent time with your old friend Bang Chan, it seems your inspiration was just misplaced. 

↣ Characters/Pairing: Bang Chan x gn!Reader 

↣ Genre: Fluff

↣ AU/Trope info: idol!au, producer!reader, you were a trainee alongside Bang Chan

↣ Word Count: 1.3K

↣ Warnings: none

↣ A/N: The first of many imagines to come! I love idol!aus honestly. There is a lot here in the entire event. I hope you guys love this just as much I do. I had such a good time writing it even if I was struggling to write some of them lol.

THE MAGICIAN

Manifestation, Resourcefulness, Power, Inspired Action

The Magician is the master of Manifestation! All the tools you need are available in order to reach your dreams. Your mental, emotional, physical and spiritual states are all aligned and ready to be used as a powerful key to opening the doors to all that you are waiting for. 

Right now is the best time to move forward with ideas you might have come up with. However, be sure you take into account all that goes into having this idea come to fruition. You have to have a clear head over your plan and go along with it accordingly. Make sure you are motivated towards your goal on a deeper level. Think soul and spiritual connection!

While the time is now to move along with your plans, be sure you do not stray from it. This will need your time and effort to push forward. You can’t just think “I want this” and it’s the end. If you want something, you have to continuously strive for it. 

I THE MAGICIAN

Your shoulders tensed up as you listened to the beat on replay for the nth time. You lost count over how many times you’ve listened to the same track in the hour alone. You began to get frustrated with the tune, taking off your headphones and tossing them onto your soundboard. Rubbing at your forehead to calm down the forming headache, you pushed yourself away from the desk before ultimately leaving the studio all together. 

The JYP building was quiet as everyone had turned in for the day–a few artists still cooped up in their personal studios or working on certain things were milling about the hallways. You mindlessly walked around, trying to find something to keep you occupied for the moment. Enough to give you a break from the screeching sound that was your music. 

There had been music coming from one of the dance studios, catching your attention. With the song that was playing, you figured it must have been one of the boys from Stray Kids. Softly opening the door so as to not startle the member, you allowed a sleepy smile to overtake your face as you saw Bang Chan watching himself in the mirror as he danced. 

He didn’t see you right away, so you moved to the couch, making yourself comfortable as you watched him. Once the song finished, he spun around on his heels to face you, giving you a grin. When you were only able to respond back with a small smile, his expression quickly changed to worry. 

“Everything okay?” He asked you, turning off the stereo before moving to take a seat next to you. 

“Yeah.” You pulled your legs up, hugging your arms around them. “You know how things go.” You sighed, watching him lean his head back against the couch. 

“Do you wanna take a break?” He asked you, head tilting to give you his full attention. 

You sighed deeply, thinking about the track you have to get back to. You had wanted a small moment to yourself in order to get rid of the large headache you had. “I have to finish-”

“It's just for some food.” He quickly told you. “We don't even have to leave. We'll order in and eat here.” He explained

You looked around the dance studio, sighing as you thought about spending a bit of time with Bang Chan. It had been a while since you last got to hang out with him. He had gotten busy with the boys and things went spectacular for him. While you sometimes did work together on Stray Kids tracks, it wasn’t the same as just hanging out with friends. 

“You sure?” You asked. “You're not busy?”

“Not at all. I was just going over something.” Bang Chan smiled brightly, making your cheeks heat up. “How about it?” He asked again. 

His bright smile made you feel giddy. He was someone that made people happy with what he did and how he did it. He had the energy to make some smile even after a bad day. 

“Sure.” You nodded your head. 

An hour later, the song completely forgotten, the both of you had been enjoying some take-out and laughing about stories Bang Chan had about the boys. He had told you how messy each one was, not leaving himself out of the list as you forced him to place himself. 

“I would think Hyunjin was the cleanest.” You laughed, covering your mouth. 

“I mean compared to the others, sure.” Bang Chan giggled. “I can't make it a competition when we're all the same.”

In the last hour you couldn’t help but feel content with spending time with him. You had missed how much fun it was spending time with someone like him. You could remember all those times you spent creating new songs before he debuted. All those times you would watch him waste away trying to perfect a dance move. 

But you also watched him create his own team of members that have hit the top charts. He built Stray kids up from the ground. He found the right people and tried his hardest to get to where he wanted. He was so much more than the leader of Stray Kids. He was the person who you aspire to be. 

“You're a great leader, you know.” You told him. “An even greater artist.”

Bang Chan suddenly blushed, giggling as he looked away. “Ah, no. I don't think I'm that great.” He told you bashfully. 

“I was pretty shocked to learn I got a job here as a producer.” You explained to him. “It was unexpected. An amazing thing—but unexpected.”

“I admire you.” You snapped your head up when he admitted that. 

“You do? Why?” You furrowed your eyebrows, looking at him oddly. 

“You put passion into everything you do.” Bang Chan started, turning to face you fully as he put his legs up on the couch. “When you have something in mind, you won't hesitate to reach your goal. You make creating music look so easy sometimes.”

You knew there was a time when you were able to write songs left and right. You used to find joy in writing music. But as of recently, it seemed like you were having a burn-out. You couldn’t remember the last time you had spent more than an hour away from the studio–other than sleeping. 

“Yeah, well, I'm sure struggling a lot right now.” You sighed deeply. “Could really use that passion right now.”

“Everyone has their days when things become a huge struggle. Sometimes it's hard for people to even wake up, but they still do.” Bang Chan told you softly. “Writing music can be hard sometimes. Just like an artist might have trouble creating a painting or a writer struggling to create a story. I've seen you have those days.”

Your eyebrows raised at the revelation. “You have?” You asked, turning to him. 

“I always worry about you.” He smiled softly, blush returning to your face. “You were there when the others debuted and I was left. You helped me find my passion in writing good enough songs for the fans.”

Tears began to well in your eyes as you took in his words. Here you were, wanting to be like Bang Chan when he was thinking the same thing. You had started off as a trainee, but over time you learned you enjoy being in the studio much more than learning dances and taking vocal lessons. 

It meant more to you than just creating a song for idols. Every time any of them would sing a song you created, you would cry tears of joy over all the hard work you put into your dreams. All the time and effort you would do was thanks to the people who supported you. 

And no one was a bigger supporter than Bang Chan. The man you had grown up with. The one who you wrote love songs about when you were a teenager. He was more than just your best friend. He was your inspiration.  

“You're an amazing idol, Chan.” You smiled brightly at him. “Better than most. And a lot of people look up to you for what you've done to help them.” 

“You have been there with me since the beginning, and I owe you a lot. You mean so much to me. And you inspire me to be the person I want to be.” You quickly got up, cleaning your space before throwing away your trash. 

“Where are you going?” He asked you as you seemed to head towards the door.

“I have a song to write.” You grinned. “I found my passion again.”

“That's great.” Bang Chan giggled. “I can't wait to hear it.”

Before you opened the door, you rushed back over to the couch, leaning over Bang Chan. “Thank you for being you, Bang Chan.” You told him quickly, leaning down to kiss his cheek. 

The boy began to flush red, a large smile overtaking his lips. “No problem.”

Tags : @cultofdionysusnet , @sandsofire , @k-vanity

[sadhours]

Wicked Sensation

part six // billy hargrove x f!reader

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six | part seven | part eight | part nine | part ten | part eleven | part twelve | part thirteen | part fourteen | part fifteen | part sixteen | part seventeen

word count: 5.1k

warnings: 18+ minors dni, smut, oral (f recieving), slapping, dirty talk, billy being agressive, steve being too good of a guy, angst, underage drinking

“You can take me,” you tell Steve before he has a chance to say hello.

You’d lied awake for hours after Billy had left last night, thinking about how while at first the idea of going to the dance with Steve as a game to Billy you’ve come to realize that’s exactly what it was, a game to Billy. It hurt that he would use the opportunity to have yet another leg up on Steve in this dumb feud they had going on. And it wasn’t even like Steve would know, it was like Billy wanted to hurt him and play mind games Steve wouldn’t even realize Billy was behind. You thought about calling off the whole plan but decided you deserved to actually have some fun and Steve was very much that. Conversations between you two were as easy as they come. Steve made you laugh and you liked the contrast between his easy going attitude and Billy’s intensity.

“Really?” Steve chirped, “Awesome, so uh, cool, cool, yeah.”

“I’ll pick a red dress,” you interpret his stuttering, hand on his chest because you see Billy out of the corner of your eye and maybe you can play the game to your advantage. “Pick me up at 5 for dinner.”

You wave goodbye, eyes darting back to see Billy with amused wide eyes which he has to mask quickly when Tommy walks up to him. You wonder who Billy’s going to go to the dance with, the idea making your stomach twist in jealousy. Which only worsens when you get to class and hear other girls talking about it. Since he hadn’t been making moved on anyone and was seemingly single they figured it was open season.

“You think he’s going to ask someone? Would it be totally weird to ask him?” you overhear Peggy’s voice and roll your eyes. Of course she’s still pining over him. Then you fall down a rabbit hole of thinking about Billy having sex with these girls. Did he touch them the way he touched you? The sensations were extremely hard to forget, not that you really tried to. Was what you two shared special and saved just for you or did he make all these other women crumble under his touch as well? You’re thinking about it for the rest of the school day, flashes of Billy sweating over top the list of women you know he’s been with.

“Why are you so quiet?” he asks on the ride home. Max has headphones on so you’re tempted to admit the reason you haven’t said a single word to him but it just doesn’t feel like the right moment. The two of you never talked about feelings when the sun was still out.

“Just a weird day,” you explain which isn’t exactly a lie.

“Is it about winter formal? Listen, I’d like to take you but…” He starts.

You interrupt, “It’ll ruin what we have.” You’ve heard him say it a couple times. You’ve told him you understand every time. “That’s not what I’m upset about.”

Billy squeezes your thigh and you picture him doing it to every bitch that’s been in his car so you jerk away. “I’m fine,” you insist and look out the window.

He backs off with a sigh, turning the dial up on his stereo to drown out the bad mood. You don’t say bye when he parks in front of his house, storming in your house and slamming the door behind you. Since the house is empty you scream out, closing your eyes tight when you do so and not giving a shit if Billy could hear it. However, you don’t expect to see your dad and little brother running into the living room.

“Oh,” your cheeks flush, “I thought I was alone.”

Your dad looks even more worried than before, “You okay?”

“I got asked to Winter Formal,” you tell him, tossing your backpack on the ground. “What are you two doing home?”

“Your brother is ‘sick’,” your dad says with air quotes, “Had to leave work early to get him. The neighbor boy ask you?”

“No, Billy didn’t ask me. One of the most popular boys asked me,” you vent to him.

He takes the opportunity, you usually never complained about your love life to him. He grabs a beer from the fridge and offers it to you, “Why didn’t Billy ask you if he’s been sneaking into your room for months?”

“His dad wouldn’t like me,” you admit, opening the beer and guzzling it down. You half expect your dad to scold you but he doesn’t.

“Ya know, I had to work on his dads car the other week… he’s a real dick,” your dad levels with you.

“So I’ve heard.”

“Did you say yes?” he asks, grabbing a beer for himself.

“I… Billy told me to and I do want to go so yes, I said yes. But I don’t want to hurt this guy because I like him but… I like him like I like Eddie,” you spew out.

Your dad sighs, joining you at the kitchen table. “It’s not good to lead people on. I think you oughta tell this fella you just want to be friends.”

You think about your light flirting with Steve earlier that day. It felt good to flirt with him but it’s not like you wanted to break things off with Billy to pursue Steve. “I know,” you sigh, “I just wish things could be different with Billy.”

“Compromise is important. I learned that with your mom. I wished things were different with her but when I look back, I wished I was more patient and compassionate,” your dad reveals and it breaks your heart a bit. You missed your mom but you thought your dad was a good guy and if she couldn’t even bother to check in every once in a while then maybe she was the bad actor.

You have no idea how to talk to your dad about your mom leaving so you just nod, “You’re right…” you sigh and stand up, “I’m gonna go out front for a bit.”

Your dad grins with a nod, “Do what feels right, pumpkin.”

When you’re outside you see Billy taking out the trash, watching as you light your smoke and you raise your beer to him. He shakes his head but he’s smiling before he blows you a kiss. You feel your heart skip a bit, swooning for him easily before he’s back inside. You couldn’t tell your dad about the intimate reasons you were upset. You didn’t bother Eddie with sexual details or problems so that left the problem to talk to it about. Which you weren’t looking forward to but for your sanity you had to ask him.

-

You’re waiting for Billy to call since you’d kind of given him the cold shoulder you expected him to give you space. You glance to your alarm clock and see it’s nearing midnight. If he was gonna call it would have been by now. You sigh and get up, standing in your mirror while you undress. You watch yourself and wonder if anything was different between you and Peggy, underneath it all. Peggy probably wears nighties, you think and without much of a second thought, you’re digging in your closet for the one you own, a Christmas present from your grandma. You hold the hanger in front of you, a simple white slip with a delicate lace along the décolletage. She’d probably wear something like this, you think as you pull it over your naked body.

Knock, knock. Your head snaps towards the window to see Billy looking back at you with a surprised grin on his face. You walk over, unlocking the window before sliding it open.

“I’ve never seen that before,” he says, his mouth hanging open when he’s finished.

“You’re gonna drool,” you shut is jaw with a gentle hand before helping him inside.

Billy shuts the blinds behind him and wraps his arms around your waist, “You expecting me?”

“Oh, god, you would like this,” you roll your eyes and pull away.

Billy grabs your wrist and tilts his head, quizzically, “Am I not supposed to?”

“No!” You exclaim, “It’s not me! You’re not supposed to like it!”

His smile falters and his eyebrows knit together in confusion, “What’s going on?”

Crossing your arms over your chest, you suddenly feel exposed and ashamed. Billy’s fingers dance under your elbow and arms. He steps closer, eyes expectant while he waits for you to answer. You’re afraid you’ll start to cry if you open your mouth, looking up at him fearful.

“Baby…” he mutters, “Talk to me.”

His voice is quiet but his eyes on you make the room seem smaller and smaller with each second.

“Am… am I different?”

“Incredibly,” he whispers, “Weirdest person I’ve met.” The smirk on his face isn’t soothing in any way.

“No… like,” you let out a shaky breath. “Do you touch other girls like you touch me?”

Confusion and anger cover his expressions, “What? I haven’t touch-“

“When you did, before me, after we did, I mean have you fucked them like me or is it different?” you interrupt him, finally relieved to get this off your chest.

Billy pauses, unsure of how to answer that question or what exactly it implied. He couldn’t help if he knew how to make women come undone for him. “What are you talking about?”

“Peggy wants to ask you to the dance. You fucked her forever ago and she’s still thinking about you. I can’t fathom the thought of you… I don’t know, Billy.”

“Hey, hey,” he sits you down the bed and gets on his knees between your legs, “it is so different for you and I.”

“You made them feel how you make me feel,” you mutter out, the tears spilling out finally.

“But I’m here with you, I stopped sleeping with other girls, babe. For you. You make me feel better than they ever could,” he says and you can’t believe the words coming from him or how easy it is for him to comfort you. “I don’t care if they still want me, you shouldn’t either. They can’t have me, but you do.”

“But Billy… they still talk about you,” you blubber, palms smearing your tears away as they coat your flushed cheeks.

He sighs then, sitting on his heels. He’s quiet for a second and then he’s taking his dagger earring off and putting it on your ear. You hadn’t even realized he took it back from you. “Have this. Wear it everyday. I know it’s not me screaming from the rooftops that we’re together but it’s what I can do for now,” he’s saying, eyes trained on hours.

The gesture is sweet and calms you down slightly. He laces his fingers in yours and squeezes, “You’re different in the best way. I promise you, it’s different. I actually like you.”

You smile, “You mean it?”

“Lemme show you,” Billy’s bunching your night gown up and his mouth is between your legs. You watch him, licking between your folds and the sensation sends shivers up your spine. Say what they will, they didn’t have Billy like you did.

His fingers snake up your nightgown and graze against your nipple, tongue focused at your opening, sliding into you. Falling onto your back, your fingers grip his curls and pull him closer.

“Billy… feels so good…” you praise, lifting your feet to the edge of the mattress.

“Tastes even better,” he pulls away to mumble and the compliment floors you, pushing his face back.

His tongue broadly licks up your slit, shaking his head to aid when the tip of his tongue is pressed at your clit. Every concern slipping away from his deliberate actions. He’s entering you with two fingers and you feel the pressure building efficiently, tearing you apart expertly.

“I’m.. I’m gonna cum,” you stutter out, thighs clenching around his face and your back arched.

Billy quickens his pace, nodding his head up and down while his fingers twist and curl inside you. When you start to pant, he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks which pushes you over the edge. “Billy!” you gasp, pulling at his hair and thrashing against his face.

“You’re mine,” he says when your faces meet again, tearing the nightie off of you.

“Mine..” you mumble out lazily, your body still on cloud nine.

“Yours,” Billy’s mouthing against your ear, peeling his shirt from his torso. You help him with his shoes and pants even though you’re suddenly exhausted. You want him to have you.

“Say it again,” you whimper, feeling his tip press against your entrance.

“I’m yours,” he says through gritted teeth as he inches inside of you.

“All mine,” you say, drunk on the passion as you wrap your legs around his waist and tug him closer.

Billy bites your bottom lip then, pushing the rest of the way and you feel him fill you up. You moan into his mouth when his fingers curl around your hip, everything falling apart around the two of you. He falters a bit, chuckling softly when he stills.

“Jesus,” he exhales, “I’m already close… give me a minute.”

It’s the highest compliment he could’ve paid you and you giggle back, “Thank you.”

“Oh, shut up,” he seethes but he’s smiling.

“You last long with them?” you tease, fingers grazing his chest and then curling around the necklace he’s always wearing. You think it’s the Virgin Mary, definitely something catholic.

Billy gently flicks your nose, looking pointedly at you, “This doesn’t typically happen, no.”

You shudder underneath him, tightening your legs around his waist. The stimulation takes his breath from his lungs and he’s pushing you down by your chest, “Give me a minute for fucks sake.”

“What if I want you to cum?” you challenge, rolling your hips against him.

“Then I will,” he keeps his palm pressed hard on your sternum. He starts moving again, pounding hard into you. Hard enough that it startles you and actually kind of hurt. You gasp and he grabs your chin roughly, tilting your head back but his eyes fierce. “But you’re gonna look at me while I do it. You look away and I won’t be happy.”

You’re curious so you tear your eyes away from his face, down to his chest. Billy’s quick to slap you, grabbing onto your jaw again and scolding you, “I fucking mean it.”

“Yes, Sir…” you pant, the carnal assault bringing a flood of arousal from you, only making the sound of his pumping into your wetness louder.

“Good girl,” he spits and it doesn’t sound like praise but like he expects this from you.

“You like when I’m a good girl?” you say through pouted lips.

Billy grits his teeth, thumb digging into your cheek. “Good girls don’t ask dumb questions,” he fumes, his hips relentless against you.

“I’m only bad for you,” you counter, your confidence in speaking is a show of how close you are to a second orgasm.

“I want you to be good right now,” he pants, holding his gaze into your eyes. You wonder if your banter is helping postpone or hastening his own climax.

“Make me be good,” you challenge and Billy’s pulling out to flip you over onto your stomach, grabbing your wrists in his hands and pinning them behind against the small of your back as he penetrates you hard.

“You little slut,” he slanders, driving his hips back and forth at a harsh pace. He’s successful shutting you up, the ferocious onslaught pushing the air from your lungs. He spanks your ass as he unloads inside of you, your own orgasm erupting in sync with him.

“Billy!” you cry out, shaking beneath him.

You both come down, breathing like you’d been holding it in for hours.

“I assure you, it was never anything like that,” he pants, eyes tightly closed.

-

Dress shopping was not fun. You’d dragged Eddie along for moral support but he wasn’t help at all, laughing at most ensembles you’d tried on. “You look like a cake topper.”

“That’s it,” you say, staring back at a foreign reflection. “I’m not going.”

Eddie rolls his eyes, “Oh, come on.”

Like some saving grace, you see Billy walking into the store. You lift an eyebrow in surprise, asking what he’s doing there. Then Max walks in behind him, looking out of place just like you.

“I need a dress,” she mutters and you smile, happy that someone had asked her to the Snowball Dance.

“It’s slim Pickens,” you inform her.

“Why not this?” Billy holds up a sleek, red gown. There’s no frills to it at all and you wonder why you couldn’t find it.

“Huh, more my style than Max’s,” you counter and Billy guffaws.

“Gee, I wonder why,” he shoves the hanger in your hand.

You slip away to try the dress on and realize just what a saving grace Billy was. It was like he knew your body better than you did. The god damn thing fit you like a glove, even if it had an absurd amount of cleavage spilling out. You’d never felt sexier, staring back at the mirror. You decide to make Billy wait, changing out of the dress but holding it to your chest.

“Please tell me it’s a winner?” Eddie begs, a hopeful glint in his eye. You’d promised to visit the comic store after this.

“Billy’s omnipresent or something,” you mutter, not wanting to admit he’d picked the perfect dress for you within seconds of arriving.

Billy smirks, “Ya gonna make me wait to see it, huh?”

“Max! Let me help you find something,” you usher the redhead off, not wanting to give Billy the satisfaction.

When you glance back to see him and Eddie getting along, your heart skips a beat thinking of what could be if only he didn’t have to keep you hidden. You shove it down, watching at what Max pulls from the racks. She doesn’t seem to like anything so you counter, “I went to the Snowball dance both years in junior high. You don’t really have to wear a dress.”

“My mom wants me to pick a dress out,” she counters and you nod.

“Let’s try to find something simple, then. I’m not much of a dress girl either, but our dance has a strict dress code,” you say. After a moment of thumbing through the racks, you pull one out, just a simple green dress. “How about this?”

Max looks at it intrigued, fingertips ghosting the velvet. “I guess this could work,” she decides, grabbing it from you and heading towards Billy. She hands it to him and says, “Here.”

Billy looks over to you appreciatively, “Well that was painless.” But he snakes to snatch the dress in your hand, taking it to the counter. You protest but it’s fruitless. Billy’s paying for your dress and handing the bag to you. “I’ll see you around.”

Eddie scoffs as Billy and Max walk out of the boutique, “That guy is something else.”

“I’ll say,” you sigh, grabbing Eddie’s hand and pulling him towards the comic store.

-

With knuckles against your door, Steve feels anxious. You were hard to understand, pushing and pulling away from him. He couldn’t read you at all and that was part of what kept him interested. As he’s waiting outside, he catches Billy and his little step sister walking to his Camaro.

“King Steve,” he hears behind him, having turned away. Billy’s standing there, wearing a suit, hair meticulously styled and a simple stud in his ear.

“Can I help you?” Steve challenges, his hair is always perfectly sculpted, he spent an hour on it.

“No,” Billy shrugs, but before he can continue your dad opens the door.

“Hi, Dale,” Billy beams, confusing your dad, seeing two men standing in almost matching suits, the only difference in bow ties. Steve’s red to match your dress and Billy’s is a hot pink.

“Hello, Billy,” your dad greets, turning to your date and saying, “You must be Steve.”

“Billy! Let’s go!” Max calls out and Billy stifles his anger.

“Have a goodnight, Harrington,” he spits before walking back to his Camaro.

Steve extends his hand to your dad, “Nice to meet you.”

Your dad invites Steve inside, who then excuses himself in the bathroom before you walk out into the kitchen.

“Your boyfriend intimated your date,” your dad lets you know, looking amused.

“Oh, God,” you sigh, grimacing at the thought but thankfully you don’t have time to stew on it as Steve’s exiting the bathroom.

“You look amazing,” he says, out of breath as if he doesn’t see your dad standing next to you.

“So do you,” you tell him, smiling wide. Steve does look good, he usually looks pretty prim and proper but something about him in a tuxedo has you thinking about him in ways you never have.

“I’m right here,” your dad speaks up, chuckling as he does so.

Steve’s eyes widen, “Yeah! Oh, I’m sorry! It’s… sorry, I,” he grabs the corsage he’d left on the counter and presents it to you. You extend your wrist towards him with a flutter of your eyelashes, watching as he adorns the gorgeous rose.

“It’s pretty,” you note, a satisfied smile plastered on your face.

“Just like you,” Steve points out.

Your dad extends his hand to Steve, your date taking it in a firm handshake, “Take care of her.”

Steve nods, then moves towards the door. Your dad hugs you, whispering “Now that’s how a man should treat you.” before pulling away.

“Thank you,” you look into his eyes, you think he’s right but that Billy would… if he could.

The restaurant Steve takes you to is the nicest place you’ve been. It isn’t a diner at the edge of town. There’s many other kids from school here. You don’t see Billy and his date, thankfully. He never told you who he was going with but you weren’t sure if you’d hoped it was someone he hasn’t slept with or some poor sap he’d already fooled around with. You scold yourself for thinking about him in this moment. Right now was about you and your date. You were determined to have a good time. You order a glass of wine and Steve widens his eyes, perhaps impressed by your boldness. You supply your fake ID to the waiter and it’s accepted so he in turn offers Steve a glass. He accepts and you’re pleased to impress the man across from you.

“You’re something else,” Steve smiles, leaning across the table to take his hand in yours.

“I’ve heard that before,” you quip with a cocky smirk.

The food is good and the company even better. Steve is funny and charming, it would’ve been so easy for him to get in your pants if you weren’t spoken for. He’s handsome as hell too but equipped with a boyish charm that works so well. And God, you think, it would be easy to fall into something steady with him. Due to the three glasses of wine, you wonder what Steve’s like between the sheets. You imagine a slew of praises and what kind of noises he’d make with his dick in your mouth. Never in the past three years would you imagine you’d be here with the King of Hawkins High. The alcohol mixed with the the attention has you pressing Steve against his car in the parking lot, kissing him intensely and adoring the way it takes him by surprise.

“Wines the secret ingredient I needed, eh?” He mumbles when you pull away.

“You look good in a suit,” you shrug before trailing to the other side of his BMW. “Let’s go dance the night way, pretty boy.”

“No need to pull my arm,” he quips.

The high school gym looks like a sad car with a new paint job, the streamers doing little to distract you from the fact that you’re at Hawkin’s High. You immediately catch Billy’s eyes, he’s seeing you in the dress he’d bought for the first time. He’d seen it on the rack next to your mirror but he’d longed for the moment he got to see it draping to your curves. You hold Steve’s hand in yours, noticing as heads turn towards the two of you. You thought you looked so good in the dress no one was calling you a freak. But the looks were definitely because Steve brought a freak to Winter Formal and that freak looked hot.

“Jesus Christ,” Tommy mutters to Billy who is also staring at you. He’s about to mirror Tommy’s thirst but catches himself.

“Whatever,” Billy mutters, slinging an arm over Molly’s shoulder.

Cutting Crew’s “(I Just) Died In Your Arms” starts playing and you grab Steve’s hand, pulling him to the punch bowl. When you get your drink, you feel the alcohol burn your throat. Thank God it’s been spiked. This would be a long night without it.

Billy’s watching across the gym, a little taken aback but the jealousy he feels in the pit of his stomach. But it’s your fault, right? He told you to go with Steve but he didn’t tell you to enjoy it. He seethes, watching after you both down a glass of punch before strutting to the dance floor. He hates how romantic this song is, seeing you drape arms around Steve as you sway together. He’d give anything to hear what you two were whispering back and forth. He’d really love to go up and sock Steve right in the face, but that’d be to obvious. No, he’d have to play dirty. Molly’s blabbering in his ear and he regretted the entire game, seeing how carefree and fun you seemed around his arch nemesis. He grabs Molly’s clutch, digging through it for the flask he’d stashed inside, though the whiskey inside isn’t much help.

When Sweet Dreams bubbles out of the speakers, he’s dragging Molly to the dance floor making sure he’s in your eyesight. He turns her around, hands on her hips and he grinds against her bottom with his eyes trained on you. Steve’s blissfully unaware of the competition at hand, gasping in your ear when you mimic Billy and Molly. You swing your hand up to lace through the bottom of Steve’s mullet. You think about kissing Steve but it’s too early. You’d fuck with Billy later, this is what he wanted after all.

After a few songs, you excuse yourself from Steve, explaining you need a cigarette badly. You let him think it’s from arousal but truly, you need a breath of air. It’s also an invitation for Billy that he takes, stalking out after you.

“Having fun?” he sneers as he catches you lighting your smoke.

You guffaw, hearing as the song before bleeds into Don’t Dream It’s Over by Crowded House. “I’m at a school dance watching the man I love grind against some whore,” your voice is venomous.

“I’m having the time of my life too,” Billy’s heart skips when you inadvertently admit you love him but hey, time and place. “It’s not fun watching heart eyes and grabby hands.”

“You told me to go with him, motherfucker,” you seethe, but internally feigning over the jealousy he exudes.

Billy scoffs, taking a deep drag from his own smoke.

“And Molly?” you laugh, “I should’ve guessed. Oh, Billy is just so cute! He’s just so kissable. Fucking gag me with a spoon.”

Billy greets his teeth, “I have something else I’d rather gag you with.”

You laugh harshly, the alcohol really showing itself when you comeback with, “Oh please Billy! I want nothing else than for you to get off in my throat where no one can see! Our little secret.”

“Cut the sarcasm, bitch,” Billy spits, pushing you against the wall.

“The fuck is wrong with you? You have to get drunk to spend the night with Harrington?”

“Had to get drunk to deal with you tonight. Steve’s a breeze to be around,” you quip and Billy’s got his hand on your throat as a reaction.

“You like getting a rise out of me,” he reasons, frowning around the words, “You’re not a filthy slut but you sure like acting like one to get my attention.”

You look him dead in the eye, “Let go of me or I’ll scream.”

Billy gives a laugh full of discredit, pushing you further.

“Oh my god, what are you doing? Billy, stop! You’re hurting me!” You claim and when you open wide to scream his hand is forcing your mouth shut.

“I don’t like the game you’re playing,” he says, eyes wary.

You bite his hand and he pulls away.

“Tell me you love me,” you appeal, eyes trained on his. “Tell me you love me and fucking mean it, Billy.”

He closes his eyes and blows air out of his nose, like he’s dejected. “You’re such a bitch,” he mutters, eyes fluttering open again but you’re serious.

“Tell me,” you shrill, “Tell me or I’m done. I’ll go home with Ste-“

“I love you, okay!” he drops his hand from his hands from your shoulders.

You pull him close, feeling his breath against your lips, “Again.”

“I love you,” he whispers.

“I love you too, Billy Hargrove,” you say breathlessly before pulling him into a bruising kiss.

You could feel he meant it, especially with the way he kisses you back. You leave in two days for Florida and you really couldn’t leave without the admission. You melt into him and the two of you share a beautiful moment but it’s cut short by a girl neither of you know, storming out in tears. You both retract, as if you weren’t just sharing the most important stage of your relationship.

“You should get back to Steve,” Billy says dejectedly.

“One more time,” you plead.

“I love you,” he indulges, a quick kiss.

“I love you too,” you mutter, pulling back to stumble back into the dance. Everything seems different. You don’t want to go back to Steve, you want to follow Billy to his Camaro and get a motel somewhere far.

Take my breath away you hear through the fogginess of the smoke machines, seeing Steve fiddling with his fingers at a table. This isn’t fair, you think as you collapse into the chair next to him. Steve saw Billy follow you and the flush on your face but he doesn’t tell you.

“You want me to take you home?” he asks and you nod.

“Please…”

[suspiciouslackofclowns]

What had started out as a casual meetup after school every now and again turned into… whatever this is.

Billy stares up at the ceiling. Blissed out, having been rewarded for doing the bulk of Eddie’s algebra two homework with a joint that was just shy of overstuffed. He would have helped regardless — he already has, actually, on multiple occasions. But Eddie insists.

The guy is hard to argue with. Especially when he flicks his lighter open and presses the butt of the joint to Billy’s lips himself.

Smoke is always sweeter on his tongue when it’s sucked through the tips of Eddie’s fingers.

Billy takes in the view from the bed. Studies the posters tacked to the walls and admires the guitar that hangs among them — Gina, he was informed was her name — Eddie’s favorite. He wishes that Gina would come down so Eddie could play her right about now. Fill the muggy air in the trailer with some vibrancy. Maybe wake Billy up a little bit.

He turns his head, looks at where Eddie lies next to him, and studies what he can see of his sleeping face from under his bangs. Head tucked safely into the crook of Billy’s shoulder.

The blond sighs. Elects to just card his fingers into Eddie’s hair, listens to him hum a happy sound under his breath.

Then there’s a knock at the door.

Every cell in Billy’s body lights up at once, the crackles of fireworks running up his spine as his brain starts screaming excuses. Apologies.

We were just studying, nothing happened, please don’t be mad—

The door gently cracks open and Wayne peaks his head in. He’s still clad in his work clothes, eyes tired, but offers a smile anyway. Billy remembers to breathe because he wasn’t before, and tries not to look like he just narrowly avoided a heart attack. He leaves his hand in Eddie’s hair.

“I’m gonna go out for a bit, do you want anything from the gas station?” Wayne asks quietly.

Billy feels— he melts into the mattress. Smiles.

“A pack ‘a reds,” he whispers. It almost comes out as a sigh, and he looks down at Eddie when an arm slings across his chest. A jean-clad thigh sliding between his thereafter. “And some Skittles for sleeping beauty.”

Wayne nods. Chuckles to himself as he pulls the door shut, leaving it open a handful of inches before he takes his leave.

Billy must stir too much when he rubs a hand over his face and huffs a relieved laugh, because Eddie shifts. Presses closer into Billy’s side and flattens his palm against his chest.

“Man, ruined my fuckin’ dream…” Eddie sighs.

“Sorry, critter.” Billy scratches softly at the brunet’s scalp and coaxes a pleased puff of air out of him. “Go back to sleep.”

Never in his life has Billy been so gentle with someone before. Sometimes it catches him off-guard, the way his voice is smooth and almost a coo when it comes out.

“Nah, I’m up,” Eddie yawns. “Dick.”

Billy snorts at that. Watches as Eddie sits up and stretches his arms above his head.

Maybe it’s a little white lie that he’s been telling himself, that he doesn’t know how to be soft. Billy feels something warm deep in his chest when he watches Eddie try his hardest to understand his homework, when he hears him play Gina like he was born knowing how to make her sing just right. But he’s noticed that the softness has started to trickle into other aspects of his life as well.

To other people.

Car rides with Max aren’t as tense as they used to be. She sometimes has her Walkman while Billy surfs the radio stations, and sometimes she slides one of her tapes into the stereo so they can both listen. Sometimes she steals one of his, and Metallica or Ratt blares from her headphones as she skates to class.

People in the hallways at school seem… less skittish, when he walks down the lines of lockers. Less afraid.

He’s not sure when it happened, the breach of softness, but he knows that it was somewhere between when he started joining the Hellfire table at lunch and when he quit the basketball team. Around the same time that he stopped picking on Steve Harrington and began to actually join Max at the arcade rather than just drop her off.

It all gets muddled together in his memory.

“Do you wanna stay over here for the night?” Eddie asks, pulling Billy from his thoughts.

“Thought that was implied.”

Billy smirks, and Eddie tsks at him.

“Yeah, but I just wanna skip over the part where you pretend like you wanna go home and I have to convince you to stay.” The brunet skims over the papers and notebooks scattered all over the bed, pulls a hair tie from around his wrist and ties his hair back into a bun. “My uncle thinks we oughta get a spare bed and move your shit over here as it is. He’s mentioned it more than once.”

“I can’t just… move in.”

“You’re eighteen years old, you can do whatever the hell you want.”

“That’s not what I mean.”

Eddie shoots him a look over his shoulder, eyebrows raised comically high. Then he slaps his books shut and shoves them onto the floor along with all of the papers, crawling over Billy and straddling his hips.

“Spit it out, big red,” he prods.

Silky. Sweet, like when he sells to the preppy cheerleaders and kicks the charm up to the highest notch.

Billy huffs. Crosses his arms over his chest and averts his eyes, ignoring the weight on his abdomen as Eddie shifts up. Sits right on his belt buckle and fusses with the lining of Billy’s shirt.

The closeness was hard to get used to for the longest time. Eddie has no regards for personal space, constantly finds excuses to sit too close or keep his hands busy on some part of Billy at all times. But now it’s welcomed. Appreciated, even.

A warmth rises to Billy’s cheeks as he thinks about just how much he likes when Eddie gets clingy.

His eyes flick back to the brunet when he hears a little snap. Then he scoffs.

“Quit biting your nails, Munson,” he tuts.

Eddie pauses. Brings his thumb away from his mouth and lets Billy examine his hands. Sure enough, his nails are just a hair too long, and he looks on as Billy reaches over to the night stand for the nail clippers.

“Habit,” he says.

“I know.”

It’s quiet for a little while. Billy focuses on the task of clipping his nails for him, thinking absently about how he would never have done this a few months ago. But Eddie doesn’t like to do it himself, always complains about accidentally going too short or giving himself hang nails, so… Billy doesn’t mind. Especially when it helps him keep his fingers out of his mouth.

“So, you’re spending the night?” Eddie asks.

He admires his nails once Billy finishes and dumps the clippings into the little trash can next to the bed. Playfully flips him the bird and earns a smile.

“Mm.”

“You gonna sleep in here this time?” A finger traces lightly against his exposed sternum. “I’m getting kinda tired of making up the couch like I’m your maid or something.”

Billy sighs. Rests his palms against Eddie’s thighs. Squeezes softly.

“I don’t mind setting the couch up.”

“C’mon, Hargrove, just stay. My uncle doesn’t give a shit and he works the night shift anyways, so he won’t even be here.”

He wants to say yes. He really does. But something in his mind is kicking and screaming at the thought — it’s one thing to study in another guy’s bed, to use that as an excuse for any physical contact that happens thereafter, but sleeping? That’s too vulnerable. Too intimate.

The excuses start coming in droves, flooding his mind, but he doesn’t get to use any of them because the front door opens.

Then there’s a polite knock on the doorframe.

“Can you boys fend for yourselves for dinner?” Wayne asks.

He peaks into the room, plastic bag in-hand, and Eddie merely glances over his shoulder at him. Doesn’t move from the compromising position.

“Yup.”

Wayne nods. Steps further into the room and reaches into his bag, unearthing a pack of cigarettes and a bag of skittles, which Eddie takes.

“Stay outta trouble. I’ll see you in the morning, and Edd, make sure you get that homework done before Monday.”

“Will do, pops.”

Eddie claps a hand on his arm, which earns a smile before Wayne takes his leave. The door is cracked a few inches once again and Eddie, as if making a point, slaps the pack of cigs down on Billy’s chest. Smirking maniacally.

He flattens his hand against Billy’s abdomen, pushes his fingers beneath the open folds of his shirt.

“C’mon,” he coaxes. Squeezes Billy between his thighs. “Stay with me.”

And that’s it. Billy Hargrove has officially gone soft. Whatever this is, he’s glad to have it, because the weight on his hips is one of the closest things he’s felt to home since moving to Hawkins.

Second only to the plush press of lips against his.

[candy616]

Could you do a soap and ghost and listener 18+?

I'm so sorry it took me so long 🙏 And sorry it's short 🙏 I'm still trying to figure out how to make 18+ sound less cringe 🙈 Hope you'll like it at least a bit?🙈💖

(NSFW) Ghost & Soap x You (AI ASMR)

❌THIS IS NSFW STUFF! MDNI❌

Warnings: dom!Ghost & dom!Soap

POV: You had been teasing Ghost and Soap for quite some time until finally one night you walked into your room and found them sitting on your bed. They both stood up and slowly walked towards you.

Transcription:

Ghost: Wha's wrong? I thought ya wanted us both t' folk ya? Soap: Wha'? Ye didn't mean like at the same time? Well, too bad, love. Ghost: Tek off yar cloths. Now. Good little thing. Bend ova'. Yeah, good. Soap: Spread those pretty cheeks fer me. Let me just… Oh, fuck! Ye are so tight. Fuck! Ghost: Look at me. Look. At. Me. Open yar mout'. Tek it! Tek it! Yes, tek it! Look me in the eyes. Tek it deeper! Deeper. Oh, folkin' hell. Soap: Wha'? Oh, I'm gonna finish inside, yeah. Good wee thing. Ghost: Yes. And ya'll swallow it.

PS kinda stereo? Might want to use headphones. But be careful, not very good quality

[in-death-we-fall]

The full monty on Slipknot’s pint-sized drum demon Joey Jordison

Kerrang #796 April 8 2000

“Oasis suck dick and we want to fight them…”

(google docs link)

What is your nickname and why?

“Superball. Because one time we played this terrible show and I was so angry that I was bouncing around the room. It had to be seen to be believed. Dude, I was so fucking mental I could have given Michael Jordan a run for his money.”

At school, were you a dunce or a teacher’s pet? “More of a pet, because there was this one teacher that I had a real crush on and I’d always drop my pencil to look up her skirt. I got decent grades, but I mostly hung out by my locker with my headphones on. I hung out with nobody – I was really introverted.”

What was your first shag like? “The girl was 14, I was 17. She was mental. I go over to her house and she starts throwing shit at me while cranking Madonna out of the stereo. She turns out the light and throws a rubber at me, which hits me on the forehead, and then she goes, ‘Now it’s time’. The thing is, she had a broken leg and I’m trying to get her pants off like a moron. I get in there, do three or four strokes, blow my load and say, ‘We shouldn’t be doing this’. I pull out, leave her standing there with her gimp leg, walk home with the condom on, clean it out with water, and let out the biggest scream of victory you’ve ever heard. It’s the best sex I’ve ever had. I fucked a charity case.”

Who’s your best friend? “My Mom. She’s always supported me from day one.”

What’s the best pet you’ve ever had? “I had a tom-cat that liked to fight dogs and he always came out a bloody mess: trails of blood through the house, tail ripped to shreds. I called him Not My Cat. He ruled. I used to dress him up, hang cigarettes from his mouth, crazy shit.”

Have you ever been arrested? “No, but next time I go to Australia I probably will be.”

What would you be if you weren’t a rock star? “I’d be trying to get as close to the stage as possible by being a drum tech or sound man.”

How would you describe yourself on a blind date form? “I’m cheap!”

What’s the most extravagant thing you’ve ever bought? “My car, but that wasn’t very expensive. It’s a 1990 two-door red Chevy Blazer.”

Who’s gagging for a shagging? “Fiona Apple. I’m completely and utterly obsessed with her. I met her once and she flirted with me. I don’t give a fuck what anyone says, she definitely flirted with me.”

Who’s gagging for a smacking? “Fiona Apple on her ass when I’m doggy-styling her.”

What’s the worst job you’ve ever had? “I’ve never really had one. I’m in one of the finest bands ever.”

When did you last call home? “We haven’t been on tour long, so I haven’t called home yet.”

What was your most embarrassing moment? “Once in grade school, we were watching a movie with the lights out and I puked all over my desk. I was so freaked out that I tried to scoop it all up in my arms. It ruled, though, because it caused a ‘vomitory’ – three or four other people puked.”

Who would you least like to see naked? “My tour manager Danny. It might turn him on.”

What’s the best rumour you’ve ever heard about yourself? “That it was me who got Rayna from Coal Chamber pregnant. It was all over the Internet at one point. I’ve never even met her.”

What’s in your wallet right now? “A credit card, Kiss plectrums from when I met them, keys to these handcuffs that I got for the chicks, and a rubber.”

What’s your favourite joke? “Oasis. Those guys suck dick and we want to fight them.”

If you were marooned on a desert island without food, which member of Slipknot would you choose to eat first? “Chris (Fehn, percussionist), because he eats the most.”

Which Slipknot song would you choose to donate to a compilation album called ‘Crap Songs Of Our Time’? “None of them. Zero.”

What’s your drug of choice? “I don’t do drugs. Caffeine, I guess.”

What does God look like? “He’s the guy with the beard and the white robe. Or he looks like Kiss.”

When you die, how would you like to go? “While slamming at the drum kit or doing Fiona Apple.”

Words: Ben Myers

[thorfemmes]

Wet Dream

in which Eddie walks in at just the right moment

a/n: Hi friends! As y'all know by now, I'm not much of a writer, but I'm trying to get back into writing, and for some reason Mr. Eddie Munson is inspiring me these days. I haven't posted anything since Cloudy which was a little over 2 years ago, so I'm a little nervous to post this. Please be kind, and as always any feedback, likes, and reblogs are greatly appreciated! Also please feel free to send me some prompts for writing! I'll make a more definitive "who I write for" list soon!

BTW!!! this was heavily inspired by "Wet Dream" by Wet Leg. I'll link it here so you can give it a listen :)<3

Rated 18+: fem!reader, fluff, SMUT (it's literally called "wet dream" folks), slight teasing, rough sex, edging, dom!Eddie, pussy slapping, Eddie being a pussy eating champion, aftercare!!!

Word Count: 2,025

When you told Eddie that you were going to take a nap he immediately switched from his stereo to your Walkman so you could get some rest. He spent the time cleaning up the trailer a bit and gently playing his guitar to the songs coming through the headphones, creating a soft ambience to help you fall asleep.

When he finally took the headphones off to go and wake you up (it had been a few hours and was quickly reaching 2:30, and he knew how much you hated sleeping past 2:00 in the afternoon), he was taken aback by the sounds of whimpering coming from your shared bedroom. He panicked a bit, thinking that maybe the nightmares from last year were coming back. Despite defeating Vecna and moving cities away from Hawkins, nightmares ravaged both of your sleeps for the better portion of the last 12 months -plaguing you with vivid dreams of violently losing one another.

He quietly pushed open the bedroom door, fully prepared to comfort you. What he didn't expect was to find you with a pillow stuffed between your legs, grinding against it and softly moaning and whimpering out his name. Eddie laughed quietly to himself and watched you go on for a few more minutes before waking you.

"Baby, hey. It's time to get up," Eddie sat down on his side of the bed and began to softly rub up and down your back.

As you slowly woke up you began to connect the dots as to what had happened. Flushed and a little sweaty, you quickly looked at Eddie's soft gaze and then buried your face in your pillow. Eddie laughed again and pulled the other pillow out from between your legs.

"Having fun down there sweetheart?"

"Go away Eddie!" You said muffled into the pillow.

"Now c'mon honey, there's no shame in having wet dreams. It happens to all of us".

Lifting your head up a little bit, "It wasn't, I don't have-".

"Oh really? So you were having a normal, virtuous dream that led to my pillow smelling like your pretty pussy here?" Eddie laughed again.

"Stop teasing please, I'm embarrassed enough". It was true, your face was growing hotter by the second. You'd had wet dreams before, but never like that. Or in this close proximity to Eddie. Up until now you'd been able to keep your sleep fantasies to yourself.

"Penny for your thoughts, sweets? Care to share with the class what you were dreaming about?" Eddie slowly trailed his hand down to the back of your thigh. "If you're really uncomfortable, I'll drop-".

"We were driving around in my car," You quickly blurted out before you could change your mind. "And you had me so pent up after teasing me for so long that I started touching myself in the passenger's seat."

Eddie's grip tightened on your thigh, "Tell me more baby".

"I got really close just from that, and you got really turned on so you swerved off the road to a nearby rest stop and pulled me out of the car". You rolled over onto your back and held yourself up with your elbows, allowing Eddie to move his hand to fiddle with the waistband of your panties. "We were in my car, so we couldn't just hop in the back of the van like normal. Instead you pinned me to the hood and started fucking me like that. I was basically licking the window from how hard you were going before I woke up".

Eddie squeezed your hips hard, climbing to straddle you and leaned in. "Fuck, baby. That's so fucking hot," He whispered. "A rest stop? Where anyone could have seen us? And fucking you so hard you were pinned against the windshield? Fuck, please let me touch you".

You nodded quickly and he dove in, kissing you with such desperation behind it, forcing you back down to lay flat on the bed. A mixture of teeth clashing, Eddie's taste, and the soft nips he left on your bottom lip made your head spin. It always amazed you how quickly he could get you pulsing, grasping at any bit of physical contact he'd grant you.

He shifted his face and began to kiss up your jaw and down your neck. He sucked marks in the sweet spot that he knew left you quivering. Satisfied with the bruises carefully painted across your skin, he looked to you for permission to take off your shirt. Permission was granted and he began to slowly peel away the t-shirt you had napped in, his shirt quickly adding to the pile beside the bed. He peppered his kisses down your neck and outlined your sternum with long, open mouth grazes of his teeth and small pecks from his lips. He then focused his attention on your breasts, laving his tongue around your nipple before sucking it into his mouth. Not forgetting the other one, he quickly mimicked his motions on the other nipple, his moans matching your soft groans of pleasure.

"I love your tits so much, baby girl. 'S like they were made for me," Eddie slurred between kisses on your breasts. "Do you want it rough or sweet, baby? Should I treat you like dream me, or treat you softly?"

"Oh shit!" You gasped as he softly bit down on a nipple. "Like my dream please. Love on me like a slut," You whispered that last part.

"Fuck yeah, I can do that". Eddie scooted down the bed and peeled off your cotton underwear and tossed them towards the growing pile. "Shit, honey. You have the prettiest pussy I've ever seen. I can't wait to spread you open and ruin it".

He grabbed you by the ankles and dragged you down to the edge of the bed, dropping to his knees and throwing your legs over his shoulders. "You ready, sweets?"

"Y-yes Eds, please touch me".

He dove in like a starved man. He licked up the slick from your glistening folds and attacked your senses. Your moans echoed off the walls and only spurred him on, burying his face and tongue unbelievably deeper into your core. You felt a single finger start to circle your hole before easing in and curling it into your g-spot. He began to pump while kitten licking your clit. Eddie pulled it into his mouth with a sharp suck causing your back to arch and your hips to jerk up on their own. He quickly threw an arm over you and doubled down on his efforts, adding a finger to your pussy.

"Shit, fuck, Eddie I'm going to come, please can I?"

Rather than answer, he continued to pleasure you like his life depended on it. Waiting until he felt the tell-tale signs of your impending orgasm, he pulled away as he felt your pussy flutter.

"Eddie! No, please!" You whined and tried to grind your hips against his face.

He responded with a small slap to your pussy. "Behave, or you won't be coming at all this time".

He dove back in and repeated the process two more times. When the third edge rolled around you were practically sobbing from the overstimulation and lack of an orgasm. Eddie carefully moved your legs from his shoulders and manhandled you back up the bed. He kneed up above you again, and made a show of taking off his sweatpants. Having foregone boxers that morning, you were greeted by his thick cock springing up and slapping his stomach. A bit of precum was left behind where his tip hit the bottom of his happy trail, leaving your mouth watering at the gorgeous sight in front of you.

"Eds, you're so fucking pretty".

"Speak for yourself, beautiful. You looked so good fucked out, practically drooling for my cock," He began to pump himself just barely grazing your lips with the mushroom tipped head. "You ready for me, baby?"

"Yeah, Eddie. 'M always ready for you," you slurred.

He reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the spare condom and lube you guys kept on top for easy access. He opened both the condom and lube, putting a few smaller drops of lube into the condom before rolling it onto his cock. He quickly took some lube and pumped it onto himself.

"Now I believe you said I had you pinned on your hands and knees, is that correct, honey? Hard enough that you were licking the window? We don't have a window on our bed, but I guess this will work," He quipped.

You quickly flipped over, resting on your elbows and arching your back slightly so he had better access.

"I'm going to fuck you like the slut you are, baby girl. Have you absolutely shaking by the time I'm done with you".

As he lined himself up and slid in slowly, you both let out a relieved moan. Finally feeling the tiniest release from the aching pressure of arousal you both felt. Once you were settled, he gave an experimental thrust, just hard enough to make you groan. He very quickly set a pace that had you making the most unholy noises you had ever heard.

Eddie continued to thrust and thrust into you, his groans and moans matching yours.

"Fuck, it's like you were meant for me. Such a perfect cunt. My cunt, all for me".

You nodded in agreement, too fucked out to speak. The only noises leaving you were pornographic moans and whimpers. You buried your face in a pillow to quiet yourself, Eddie then grabbed your hair with his ringless fingers to lift your head back up.

"I want to hear. Show me that you're mine. My slutty little girlfriend. Who would've guessed -oh shit fuck -that you'd want to be absolutely wrecked like this, huh?" All you could do was sob in response, reaching down to rub on your clit. "Oh, you're close baby, can feel you squeezing my cock for all it's worth".

He let go of your hair and instead pulled you up by your neck, squeezing just enough to have your head spinning. He reached around and used his other hand to smack away yours and began to stimulate your swollen clit.

"Shit, baby you can come whenever you'd like. Show me what a good little slut you are and come on my cock. I wanna see you cream. C'mon baby".

It was that last little plea that sent you over the edge. He released his grip on your neck and instead held you up by your chest so you wouldn't collapse. One, two, three thrusts later and he filled the condom with his cum right behind you.

He gently laid you down on the bed and watched as the aftershocks from the overstimulation ran through you. He quickly disposed of the condom and ran to the bathroom for the baby wipes you kept for cleaning up and to the kitchen for a water bottle.

"Here baby, you did so good for me. Love you so much. I'm going to clean you now, can I do that?" You let out a small hum of acknowledgment and slowly rolled onto your back so he could clean.

You whined as he softly ran over your puffy cunt, still a bit keyed-up from what just happened. He quickly lifted you up a bit so you could down the water he brought you. As you laid back down, he grabbed your old clothes and tossed them in the laundry basket. Eddie went and grabbed the ABBA record you loved so much and set it on the player to let the soft melodies help you come down. Grabbing a new shirt and panties for you and some boxers for him, he quickly helped you get dressed before covering himself as well.

"Thank you for indulging me," You said softly, still a little dazed from Eddie's roughness.

"Anytime, my love. Thank you for trusting me".

"Maybe I'll have to take naps more often, hm?" You giggled.

"If this is how you feel after a nap, then hell yeah. Take all the naps you need".